The face of a fighter & heart of a lover.

Hubby made the mistake of saying 'dogs are like kids. The biggest adjustment is going from 1 to 2. Anything after 2 is all the same.' The very next day I went to the shelter.

First, I viewed a female puppy that was so terrified, she cowered in the corner & wouldn't even look at us. It broke my heart. The next was another female pup that had eaten poison in her front yard & the owners didn't want to spend the money for a vet to treat her, so they relinquished her. The last was a boy pup in medical. This was my first time back in the medical section of the shelter. I can almost appreciate a shelter dog being stuck in the medical section. It's a smaller room with closer quarters & much more human interaction & attention for the obvious reasons. This boy was a 5 month old, male, white & brindle pit with the most distorted looking face I had ever seen. I knew immediately that out of the 3 I had seen, he was the one who needed out of the shelter the most! He had been there for 2 months after coming in as a stray with extensive, fresh injuries to his head. For 2 months, he was only made comfortable & given antibiotics. This boy needed medical treatment beyond that & wouldn't receive it until a rescue funded it.
I went back & picked him up to bring him home 3 hours later. After the obligatory vomiting on the car ride home & a much needed bath at Canine Corral, he was finally in foster. We were given some great ideas for names (Nikao, Popeye & Elwood, just to name a few), but decided on Rocky after Rocky Balboa because he face appeared so beat up. It is heart wrenching to look at, but his spirit & personality tell such a different story (pictures forthcoming...).


Rocky's 1st night home


The next day, we both took off of work to take Rocky to the specialist in Fox Lake. We were sad to find out there is nothing to be done. It is only a guess that he was bitten by a large dog at some point. The puncture on one side caused his eye socket to shatter & so he is barely able, if at all, to see out of his left eye. The puncture on the right side appears to have gotten infected then healed into an abscess so there is a large tumor looking thing on his right side. There is a chance as he gets older, that both issues will diminish.  He is not in any pain or anything, so onward we move!

Rocky is an absolute doll & I think I say that about ALL of our fosters! He likes to play rough with his foster sister, Stella. They recognize that they are the same breed, so when they play, it is ON. He has become very attached to the both of us. He cries when one of us leaves the room. We are working on housebreaking, which will be easier starting this weekend once we have full use of the fenced in yard again. He is a grazer when he eats... that is very rare in our house. All of our dogs eat like it's their last meal. He walks AWESOME on his leash & is working alot off leash, as well. He prances very proudly when he walks & has no idea that his looks are a bit different. When it is just us & him, he just loves to snuggle. He will actually lay his snout over your face or snuggle in the crook of your neck. Words can't describe how sweet Rocky is. His uniqueness will hopefully attract the perfect home for his adoption!

In other fabulous news, Stella is going to her forever home this Sunday!!! A couple (friend of a friend) met her over the weekend & fell in love.  They don't have any young children & Stella's future mom doesn't work, so Stella will be lavished in the love & attention she deserves all day long!  Although we previously thought her last 2 adopters were 'perfect', I am certain that for Stella, the 3rd time is the charm.  As the only dog in the house, Stella will behave perfectly & not be distracted by other dogs.

Lastly in updates, my fertility doctor came back from vacation & decided to proceed with the methatrexate.  She said there was a pregnancy, but it wasn't developing properly & they could not determine where it was located (uterus or fallopian tube).  I won't go into detail about the injections, but if I have to give myself DAILY shots in the muscles above my butt for IVF, I am in trouble!  As always, if insurance cooperates (& they should after 4 failed pregnancies), IVF will begin in June or July. 

In the meantime, a new garage, a new dining set, a new pup to train & adopt, plus an upcoming trip to Vegas... I can't complain :-)

'Nothing in the world that's worth having comes easy.'

A series of unfortunate events...

I know that's a movie title, but it very much describes one of my days last week. It was one of those days that went from bad to worse real quick.

First, I've been in a 'holding pattern' with this 4th pregnancy. My hormone levels continued to rise slowly on their own, but nothing can be found on an ultrasound. Again, we heard, 'let's just wait & see' from the doctors.


Where is my forever home?


On what we thought was a good note, we were going to complete Stella's adoption. A couple wanted a companion for their 7yr old pit. We watched Stella & Buster play beautifully for over an hour.  Not even 5 minutes after we started on our return home, I received a frantic call from the woman that we needed to come back... the dogs had gone 'ape shit'.  Her words.  So we asked what happened.  The man was sitting on the ground petting both dogs.  The dogs started to play.  After a few minutes, the man decided 'he' didn't want them to play anymore & tried to get in between them to stop them.  We, by no means, are experts on dogs.  But we have learned Stella's triggers. And we went over them thoroughly with the adopters.  She has a past & she has fears.  Once she feels safe & trusts us, those triggers diminish.  The biggest no-no is getting between her & another dog- especially pulling them apart by collars.  I don't know if she feels threatened or is trying to protect her human or the other dog, but we have recognized that & manage accordingly.  We drove home with Stella feeling failed yet again. 

As we got out of the car at home, I realized Stella didn't have 'just' 1 or 2 bit wounds, the whole left side of her face was pretty chewed up.  Off to Dr. B to make sure she didn't need stitches.  Luckily, she did not.  Some antiseptic spray & antibiotic pills & we were good to go.  UNTIL the receptionist next door from the law firm walked into the vet's office.  She told the vet that she was by herself next door & there was someone sawing something by her alley side window.  She didn't know who he was & he said he was replacing her air conditioning unit.  As it is second nature, my husband went over to check it out to insure she was safe.  I would say only 50% of the time does he carry off duty.  Today was one of those days.  Here is how the scene played out for me... I was talking to the vet assistant & seconds later, I heard 3 shots.  I looked at the vet assistant & said 'those are gun shots'.  She plainly stated (in a heavy polish accent), 'no, no, they are just working!!!'.  My instinct was confirmed when Dr. B walked in through the rear entrance with his eyes the size of oreo cookies & said 'call the police'.  I dropped Stella's leash & ran through the office as I tore through my purse looking for my off duty weapon (my purse pistol as I call it).  I haven't been actively on the street for almost 2 years, but training (& fear for my husband's life) took over (my husband's account of my arrival is very amusing).  When all was said & done, everything & everyone was okay.  It turns out, a heroin addict, felon did in fact steal the commercial air conditioner off the back of the building.  When my husband walked out of the door, this guy had just lifted it by himself into the trunk of his car. For those of you that know my other half, he is not small in stature... & neither was the thief, adding the fact that he was probably high.  My hero husband announced who he was & confronted the thief.  The fight was on & my husband had already drawn his weapon.  3 shots were fired, no one was hit except the car & when I ran outside, the car had already fled.  The homeland district responded quickly & caught this moron on the expressway (a beige sedan with a commercial air conditioning unit in the open trunk is not very stealth!).  The day of disappointments turned into a night of exhaustion.  I think it took 3 days for my heart to return from my stomach to it's intended spot. 

I believe everything happens for a reason.  Had our events of the day gone 5 minutes in either direction, everything would have been different.  In the meantime, the Chicago media highlights the poor decisions made by a couple of officers that do not represent the majority of a great department.  Yet, no one recognizes the heroics of off duty officers on a daily basis.  I guess that doesn't make good entertainment. 

Always carry off duty & always go home safe.  It may be your own life you save or that of an unknown citizen.  How many of us think... 'that would never happen to me'...?

'When seconds count, the police are only minutes away.'

Princess Peyton... you changed my life forever.

I've saved my most memorable foster for last. 

We had just adopted Stella to her '1st' home on a Thursday in November 2010.  On Sunday, we were having a lazy day of watching football when I received a text from the foster coordinator.  There was a puppy in foster that was not being accepted by the large resident dog.  She had an injured hind leg.  I picked her up within 2 hours of the text.  She was a TINY 6 week old, black pit puppy that was brought into Chicago Animal Care & Control with a very swollen rear leg.  The shelter is overwhelmed with owner give ups & strays on a daily basis.  Extremely sick dogs are humanely euthanized.  Injured ones are given the basics & sit with their injury & pain until a rescue takes them into foster & provides medical treatment.  This puppy fit in the palm of my hand & a third of her size was taken up by a bandage that wrapped her leg from hip socket to her toes.  She hadn't been given a name yet.  When we got home, she just wanted to snooze in my arms & her head would perk up during certain parts of the football game.  The Indianapolis Colts were playing & Petyon Manning happens to be my favorite player... & so Princess Peyton got her name.

I have always said I wanted a 'special needs' dog... deaf, blind, heart condition, wheelchair, etc.  A dog that needed extra special love.  Little did I know this was going to be my first opportunity that I was not at all prepared for.

Since it was Sunday, the vets were closed, so I got the first available appointment on Monday.  We were supposed to keep her calm so she wouldn't hurt her leg further, but try telling a 6 week old puppy that!  She wanted to run & roll in the grass & play with the beagles. She loved to run & just dragged her little injured leg behind her as if it got in the way.  She slept in bed with us for the first of many sleepless nights.  The vet x-rayed her leg & the report was not good.  He referred us to see an orthopaedic vet & said she would probably need surgery.

In rescue, there are certain vets that extend their services at a deep discount.  The orthopaedic vet was in Fox Lake, about an hour away.  I made the first available appointment for the next day.  One of my favorite things with Peyton was when we'd go somewhere, I didn't have the heart to crate her & banish her to the back of the car.  She was so tiny & well behaved, that she was always transported in a blanket covered laundry basket!!! Filled with a plush bed & plenty of toys.  She fell asleep within minutes everytime.   

The orthopaedic vet plainly stated, he could not save the leg.  If the injury was within 3 days, he could have.  The break caused the bones to float into a parallel position & fuse together.  Trying to take them apart would cause further trauma & her tiny body would not survive the surgery altogether.  I contacted the foster coordinator & found the decision was mine to make.  My stomach rolled with nausea at the thought of amputation.  Just thinking about leaving her there overnight caused me to cry openly.  This poor baby had been injured, dumped & was in a shelter in her short, first 5 weeks & I was going to break her heart by leaving her at the vet's office which would result in her having only 3 legs.  I cried the entire way home... part from physical exhaustion & part from emotional exhaustion. 

My husband picked her up very early the next morning.  To our surprise, she didn't have to stay at the vet's any longer than the anesthesia wearing off!  All I could think was 'are you kidding me'???  The vet staff fell in love with her & she was held & snuggled for most of the time she was there.  When I came home from work, I expected to find a pitiful, depressed little girl.  I was completely wrong.  Peyton was just fine.  She was ready to play & live her life, glad that the lifeless limb that was holding her back was now gone.  She learned to go up our 6 steep basement stairs within a week or two.  And on her first leashed walk, that little 3-legged stinker was FAST!  She didn't want to walk, she wanted to run!  For all the time I had felt sorry for Peyton, she remained unchanged.  Her fortitude & happy-go-lucky personality left a paw print on my heart forever.

Peyton was quickly adopted by an amazing family.  She went to a home with a human mom & dad, a human brother, sister & 2 canine siblings, as well.  She was renamed Roxy & learned that she absolutely loved to play in the snow.  She is such a smart little girl & would go straight to the floor heat vent & lay on it to warm up.  She loves to snuggle with her brother, Maddix the boxer & to play with her other brother, Sancho the chihuahua. 

I look forward to updates about Roxy as she grows up & has a fulfilling, loving & happy life.

'Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.'   

Igor found his furever home!

Last night, I took Igor to his new home.  He is going to live with a human mom & dad,  & 3 human siblings- a 5 year old girl & 3 & 1 year old boys.  Plus 2 feline friends!  Igor has a huge yard to play in & 5 pairs of hands to lavish him with the attention & love he deserves.  Igor was such a special boy in our home... we knew he needed a home with either a canine companion and/or children.  When it came down to the wire, Igor appeared to be most happy with children in his company.  He probably missed out on so much in his unknown past.  Igor was so intrigued to watch one of his new siblings swinging on a playset in the yard & watching another climb a climbing wall & slide down a huge slide.  Igor thoroughly enjoyed riding shotgun on the way to his new home! 
Buddy (our beagle) is somber today.  He is familiar with 'losing' friends when fosters are here for a short time, then go to their forever home.  Stella (our other foster) is still looking for her friend Igor at times.  It is much quieter & calm in our house with 3 dogs rather than 4, but it's still early on a Sunday morning, I won't hold my breath!  Now we can focus on finding the perfect home for Stella.  She so very much deserves it.

 Yesterday, Stella had a playdate with my 16 month old niece.  We had been told she was good with kids, but I had to see it for myself.  Stella is always excited to meet new people & go to new places.  So much so, her entire body wiggles & her tail is like a whip!  After the initial excitement wore off after about 15 minutes, Stella followed my niece around, played with her toys & snuck in a kiss anytime she got the chance.  Stella would love a family with kids & that is what we will try & find for her, too! 



'It is true that pitbulls grab & hold on. But what they most often grab & refuse to let go of is your heart, not your arm.'

if the 3rd time wasn't the charm... the 4th time must be April Fools!

If I had a dollar for everytime someone told me, 'it (pregnancy) will happen when you least expect it', I would be rich.  And they were certainly right.  Kind of. 
We took the past month off of fertility procedures to enjoy a quick ski trip & to 'rest' from the pressure.  Sure enough, it happened naturally.  As always, we proceeded with guarded optimism.
Today, I would be 5 weeks & 4 days pregnant.  We learned today that it is likely a tubal or ectopic pregnancy, as there is nothing in my uterus.  It's indescribable to go from seeing an empty sac in my ultrasound of prior pregnancies to seeing a whole lot of nothing at all in today's ultrasound.  My body sure fooled me this time.  There was a pregnancy, just not where it's supposed to be.  I can only pray that it isn't tubal, which if not corrected, can damage my reproductive organs.  I'm not done fighting yet, I still need those parts!

It is kind of sad that I have become quite numb to the disappointment.  It also doesn't help that I've been fighting a terrible chest & head cold for the past week (sans any cold medication because tylenol is the only 100% safe in pregnancy!).  Crying is not much of an option today.  I can't breath with these darn sinues as it is.

I am so grateful for my support system of my family & friends.  I don't know what I would do without you all.  With all that is going on in the world (especially Japan), I can only be thankful that a 4th failed pregnancy is my only heartbreak today.

On the foster front (because that is very much constant in our lives), we have had lots of interest in Igor, but no serious follow throughs.  I actually became annoyed with one interested party today.  He was so arrogant to believe he didn't need to fill out an application & could come meet Igor (without the rest of his family) with 15 minutes notice!  Excuse me Mr. Important Business dude... you're not worthy.  ;-)  And another lady asked if she could 'test him out' in her home for a week.  What are people thinking?  Of course, we want Igor & Stella to find their forever homes so we can save more dogs from the shelter, but we refuse to just give them to anyone that is interested.  We have had zero interest in poor Stella.  She did just get her professional pictures taken this weekend & a mass email was sent today to dog lovers in the Chicago area.  I am seriously considering renaming her 'Sammi Sweetheart'... yes, from the Jersey Shore.  'The sweetest bitch you'll ever meet' is her claim to fame.  Stella is still the sweetheart in our home.  She is thriving without any  problems in our home.

I can't believe I've forgotten to mention this is previous posts, but my husband & I have both finished reading The Lost Dogs, the story of the Michael Vick pit bulls.  I am borrowing it to ANYONE that is interested.  It is the most enlightening, heart breaking & heart warming book I have ever read.  These dogs have the heart & soul of what we humans should aspire to achieve in a single lifetime.  Their story solidifies our plight of saving & educating about this very precious breed.



'We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare, and love we can spare.  And in return, dogs give us their all.'

Rosebud Returns...

It only took 2 days after the initial call that Stella (originally named Rosebud) was fighting with her adopted sibling, for her adopters to call & ask us to pick her up.

9pm on a Sunday night & we didn't even hesitate... drove an hour & picked her up immediately.  From what we were told, I was expecting a 'monster'.  In the 3 months she was in her new home, the 2 dogs had been clashing regularly.  We were angry that her adopters hadn't contacted us for help after the first or second time.  Friends would have sent out a trainer & either the 2 girls could have been managed properly or Stella may have determined to be placed as an only dog in a new home.  I feel that I failed her.  She was only 4 months when she was adopted, she was a puppy & able to molded with the right leader.  Stella also came back with quite a few scars on her face & head.  It breaks my heart.  Although she wants to be a dominant dog, I think she had to defend herself at times, too.

Luckily, she fell right back into our 'pack' at home.  4 dogs here now.  As I type this, she is snuggled over the paws of our stubborn beagle, Buddy.  Stella is a sweetheart. We monitor all dogs very closely.  We have learned Stella's triggers that cause her to potentially act out.  Picking up Bella, our small female beagle, is one of them.  Giving attention to another dog on an elevated surface (couch, ottoman or chair) is another one.  We avoid these actions once we realized they aggravated her & have had no incidents.  Unfortunately, she didn't fare well in doggie daycare while we went on our ski trip.  She has a very high prey drive & wanted to go after every small dog there... I can't express the gratitude to Canine Corral for allowing her to stay & altering their schedules to try & work with her.  Stella will never be a dog park or doggie daycare candidate, which will make her challenging to find a home for. 

Surprisingly, her presence here has also brought a different side of Igor out.  Igor has been antogonizing Stella to play constantly.  They are perfectly matched in size & Igor doesn't have a mean bone in his body.  Several times daily, they chase & wrestle outside & inside, whenever the mood strikes.  We can also leave out the deer antler bones & tug toys & all 4 dogs are appropriate.  If Stella wants a bone that someone else has, she will patiently wait & take it when the other dog walks away from it.

The night before we went out of town, Stella was the only dog home with us.  So she was allowed throughout the house with us, on the couch while we watched t.v. & in the bed at night.  She is a DOLL.  She is such a lover & not obtrusive at all.  We are going to work with a trainer to see if Stella's triggers can be rehabilitated or if she is destined to be a solo dog.  I am dedicated to finding her the perfect home this time around...she doesn't deserve to be shuffled from home to home.  She, of course, always has a home here with us.

'Dogs are lousy poker players.  When they get a good hand, they wag their tails'

Light at the end of the tunnel!

Okay, so it seems I've slacked in blogging lately.
Lots to catch up on!

2 weeks ago, we visited the shelter to meet a potential foster. I selected this boy (who we have named Mario) because of his extremely intimidating features & his supersweet personality. He has cropped ears, bow-legged feet & is 80+ pounds of pure muscle. He was very responsive & seemed un-phased by our beagles & just happy to be out of his kennel. We provoked a few scuffles between him & Buddy & he was remorseful when he was yelled at, but we just weren't ready to take him on. I am keeping an eye to see if he's still at the shelter & hopefully we will be ready to take him on next round with some routine training.

And then came Igor. We wanted a break from the puppy routine (housetraining every 20 minutes in the bitter cold weather was brutal), so there was this smaller pit mix that was cowering & shaking in his kennel. He refused to come to us & refused to walk on a leash. We carried his 27 lbs. out to meet the beags. He was so happy to be free & wagged his tail furiously as it was tucked between his legs. He came home with us an hour later. Typically we would wait until he was neutered, but he had kennel cough, so that needs to be treated before he can undergo surgery. The shelter was no place for this shy boy to get better. His endearing underbite earned him the name of Igor. He has a face only a mother could love!

First stop was the Canine Corral for a much needed bath. Not only was this the smelliest dog we have brought home, to date, but the poor guy's nerves got the best of him & he got carsick on his ride home. This must be what having kids is like!

His first week with us was hectic. His cough progressed quickly & after 3 days, we were really worried. With visits to the vet every other day, some intravenous antibiotics & fluids, he finally started feeling better after about a week.

When he first came home, there were a couple of issues we were baffled by. He refused to walk up stairs. He was fine going down them. He also had a weird thing about doorways. We had to carry him out to the yard to use the bathroom. Same thing with the gates on our fence. We did take him on his first walk successfully with a harness. He does not like anything to pull on his collar. He mimics the beagles (including an obsession with squirrels), so that has helped tremendously. A HUGE thank you to Angela Lullo Caldwell (a high school friend on facebook) who always gives me great advice for new challenges with our fosters.  Sign up for her dog training classes at the Orland Hills Petsmart.

2 nights ago as we were watching t.v. & we witnessed Igor out of the corner of our eyes, tugging & kissing Buddy's ear. We sat quietly in anticipation of Buddy's reaction. Buddy finally caved & reciprocated to sweet Igor. Since that night, they love to wrestle, chase each other & play tug of war. It warms our hearts to see this boy come out of his shell & for our beagles to finally accept him. Igor has also been given the nickname of Mr. Wiggles. When you talk to him & give him any type of attention, his whole body wiggles. And like several of our previous fosters, he seems to be working on his beagle 'howl' every so often.

We picked up Santo from his 3 weeks of prison training & delivered him successfully to his new home. He put on a much needed 20 lbs. & is reportedly doing well in his new home with his human mom & dad. This lucky boy will definitely be spoiled.





We received an email from Stella (previously Rosebud)'s adopters who are having some issues with her after 3 months. They have agreed to work with a trainer & our fingers are crossed that things will work out for them.

Lastly, a fertility update. After 1 unsuccessful attempt at IUI (intrauterine insemination), the insurance case manager called with good news this week. She insisted the physician reviewer give an exact number of attempts at IUI that would be required before approving IVF. He stated only one more IUI would be required. Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel. The first round of IUI was difficult, both physically & emotionally. After the disappointment of that failed attempt, we decided to take this next month off from any fertility procedures... and are taking a spontaneous trip to go skiing in Breckenridge, Colorado, our favorite ski spot & the very first vacation we took together 5 years ago.

'Don't litter. Spay & neuter your pets.'