The nor'easter came and went quickly, just a big wallop. A fleeting blanket of white, then it was gone. And with it, brother Stormy. Through snow, sleet, and dusk, Stormy hopped up into the car, with a bag of food, treats, and new leash, and slipped off to his forever home.
Be afraid, be VERY afraid! Look who's coming... it's THOR!
The blond god's not here to stay, though, just stopping through again on his journey of life. This time, he's had a bit of bad luck. His adopter, you see, recently went through a buncha personal setbacks (lotta that goin around). He called us because he said he needed to find Thor a new home--and he was really sad about it. The guy's moving (just left, actually) for the West coast and couldn't afford to take Thor with him. Literally. He could not afford to transport him cross country. :( Wait, we thought, maybe a rescue transport would be willing to help get Thor to his new home... SO, if any rescue transporters see this, we need HELP! 
In the meantime, all's good here. Who said 13 is an unlucky number?! In fact, we might be trading one white dog for another. Don't wanna jinx anything, but Stormy will be visiting a prospective adopter next week. If all works out, he'll have a very special nine-year old girl to call his own. It's only fitting since Stormy is so sweet and special himself. Sniff.
Happy Fall, everyone! We're just approaching peak foliage here--and we're always at peak fun! Wishing you the same!
Truth be told, these guys aren't just taking over the blog--they've moved into the house! Golden boy is Sammy and li'l miss is Angel, named after our very own. :) They're rooming with girl friend Frances Jean--no relation to Ethel Jean --picture forthcoming.
Anyway, we're all here, one big, merry bunch. But this is no permanent deal, okay? Sammy, Frances, and Angel need their forever homes! If anyone is interested, they can contact us through our website or go through the Delaware SPCA, where all these guys are from.
If you'd like to see Sammy and Angel in action, you can view a video here.
Little Theo got to navigate up to the Finger Lakes to check out this awesome farm for sale. We've been so jealous of Tucker's farm that we want one of our own! Whaddya think? There's crazy cold, snowy winters up there in New York, but we would have so much land to run around on. And summer on those acres would be amazing... Sigh. There's even a pond and creek and some woods. Lotsa playin to be had!
Not only that, but we'd get us some SHEEPS! :) Yeah, not like these guys in the pics--we'd have cute, fuzzy ones. (But we'd kinda be okay if some of the goats wanna stay...)
We'd have our own little Beekman Mansion, though it wouldn't be a mansion. And we would need a Farmer John! Not only that, we'd finally be able to have all these foreign dogs move out of the house and have a house of their own. Theo doesn't like sharing!
Besides, communing with nature is more our style. We're not into rushing, you know. :)
Most important, Narra sure looks good in the country! (Actually, she looks good everywhere!)
Ah, we love seeing little Tucker's cute face! Three weeks ago today, we took our little bro all the way down state for a trial run at a new forever home. Tucker and his new peeps had some issues, but we set scaredy boy straight, and all seems okay now--we're gonna call it a GO! Actually, don't call it a forever home--it's a forever FARM! Our boy done good: he's living on a 15-acre farm with a new border collie/lab bro! (And cats!) Most important, his new family loves him lots. They better love him as much as we do!
We miss you, baby bro--but we're happy for you. Have a wonderful, happy life!!
Just when nine started to feel normal, we find ourselves back at TEN! (And if Uncle Kidlat visits, we'll be 11 again!) Sigh. Good and bad, we suppose. Narra's new admirer is JoJo, a 7-year old DE SPCA parolee with a penchant for cranky behavior.
So JoJo ended up at the shelter again, and his health declined even worse. Not to mention his morale. The shelter did everything they could to find the right place where JoJo could recuperate and start anew, but no help could be found. JoJo's time at the shelter had run out.
So, apparently, somewhere in our "papers," we must have an extended moniker that includes the name St. Jude--because someone has mistaken us as a savior for hopeless cases! Well... where else was JoJo gonna go?? Anyway, we'll make the most of it and help as best we can. And we hope that some day the right home will come along for JoJo, and he can leave his past behind him and be happy again.
Speaking of old stomping grounds, we thought Valley Forge was an ideal spot for us to march in solidarity with our homeys back in Wisconsin! They've got quite a battle on their hands, and they're fighting for history! Not to mention collective bargaining rights and workers' rights, in general. We won't even get into corporate greed, public services, etc. Oh, humans, why are you like this?? On Wisconsin! In the name of "Fighting Bob" Lafolette!
Sure felt great to be out there again, for sure. But, next time, can we all go? And can we get rid of those damn leashes? We promise not to chase the deer--promise!
She has a new name: Posi, and she's all set to embark on a whole new world. After two stints at the Delaware SPCA, she's onto the promise of a better life. She's 8-years young, loves everybody: kids, cats, dogs, and is super fun and affectionate. Hey, we really wanted her to stay here! But if you know anyone who's worthy of her, send them to Pet Harbor!
But we want to know--yet again--how come only Narra and Tuchuck get to be on the welcoming committee?! (Not that the rest of us want more committee work...)
This pattern from Bison Designs is called "Tribal." We're all about that, dude, we're totally the TRIBE (minus the racist overtones and mascot)! (The collies' collars, btw, come from a Sun Valley outfit called A Tail We Could Wag.)
Sister Narra loves her sharp-dressed bros! We think Tim Gunn would approve. :)
