naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
This cattle dog mix has a sad story, and a happy new beginning. If you are on Facebook, go and check him out. His new foster mom could use some help defraying expenses for his upcoming corrective surgeries.

My name is Colm. I got hit by a car outside my house, and was left in the middle of the road to die. Luckily, my new mom came along and found me, even though I tried to limp back into my yard to hide. My old owners wouldn't even have known I was in trouble if they hadn't seen people in their yard.

I was very dirty, I'm not fixed, and I was probably never vaccinated or on heartworm preventative. They bought me from a box in a parking lot when I was a puppy. They had me on a ten-foot chain with a bad latch in a poorly-fenced back yard. I lived with another male dog who wasn't fixed either, so he got to stay inside while I was banished to the back yard. I'm pretty skinny and my coat is a little worse for wear.

Despite all this, I am a sweetheart who never tried to bite anyone, even when they touched my broken bones.

They were just going to put me down when they saw my injuries, but my new mom got permission to take me home instead. Things are looking up for me, but I still need some surgery on my shattered pelvis.

It's heartbreaking, but also so very hopeful. He's a good dog, and he has a good chance, he has someone fighting for him and working to make sure he'll be okay.

If you could see fit to spread the word, that would be great.

Requests for more information and so on should be directed to Colm's new owner via Facebook.

ETA: Contact info!

Colm the cattle dog has his own email address: colmthecattledog@gmail.com

There is a FundRazr account in his name for Facebook users: Colm's FundRazr

There is also his fosterer's direct PayPal link: kayla.r.spencer@gmail.com
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Lucian Wags)
This cattle dog mix has a sad story, and a happy new beginning. If you are on Facebook, go and check him out. His new foster mom could use some help defraying expenses for his upcoming corrective surgeries.

My name is Colm. I got hit by a car outside my house, and was left in the middle of the road to die. Luckily, my new mom came along and found me, even though I tried to limp back into my yard to hide. My old owners wouldn't even have known I was in trouble if they hadn't seen people in their yard.

I was very dirty, I'm not fixed, and I was probably never vaccinated or on heartworm preventative. They bought me from a box in a parking lot when I was a puppy. They had me on a ten-foot chain with a bad latch in a poorly-fenced back yard. I lived with another male dog who wasn't fixed either, so he got to stay inside while I was banished to the back yard. I'm pretty skinny and my coat is a little worse for wear.

Despite all this, I am a sweetheart who never tried to bite anyone, even when they touched my broken bones.

They were just going to put me down when they saw my injuries, but my new mom got permission to take me home instead. Things are looking up for me, but I still need some surgery on my shattered pelvis.

It's heartbreaking, but also so very hopeful. He's a good dog, and he has a good chance, he has someone fighting for him and working to make sure he'll be okay.

If you could see fit to spread the word, that would be great.

Requests for more information and so on should be directed to Colm's new owner via Facebook.

ETA: Contact info!

Colm the cattle dog has his own email address: colmthecattledog@gmail.com

There is a FundRazr account in his name for Facebook users: Colm's FundRazr

There is also his fosterer's direct PayPal link: kayla.r.spencer@gmail.com
naamah_darling: Still from The Last Unicorn animated movie of a springtime forest with a path leading through it. (Road Home)
This Saturday, [livejournal.com profile] farrandy and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva said goodbye to their good friend Underfoot.

Underfoot, in addition to having possibly the best name ever for a Corgi, was a first-rate dog. He was smart, a great conversationalist (if you speak Corgi), a snappy dresser, and a total gentleman. He also used a rock for a pillow, had one ear that would never stand up quite right, and could run clean under the resident Big Dog. He often lay flat on his back, his abbreviated limbs splayed every which way. It was my favorite thing he did. Even though he was dignified most of the time, he was flat-out comical to look at, and so he was sort of the designated Hilarity Dog. He was all-purpose and eminently likeable in the way that dogs are supposed to be. He provided affection and companionship and comic relief.

I haven't uploaded all that many pictures of him, but here are some I took a week or so ago. He was very affectionate, but not approval-seeking or needy. He would just come up and put his head on your leg, or nudge your arm to say "Hey, how about some love for the short Welsh guy in the tux?" He talked a lot, Corgi-talk, groans and grunts and sighs.

The rest of the pictures are what I have up on Flickr. The ones from New Year's, when he and Argus were sacked out on the floor after a drunken bender . . . the shots of him snuggling with me and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva on the floor . . . the devil dog picture. He was really photogenic.

Underfoot 01

World's best Corgi. )

I went to visit his people tonight, and his absence was felt deeply. I am still getting teary when I think about him. He was a really great dog, my absolute favorite dog in the world, and a very dear friend. I'm kind of strapped for words, my normal glibness fails me, because . . . damn. I loved the little dude a lot, and I know that his people loved him a hundred times more. They gave Underfoot a fine life, and he didn't have a long and unpleasant decline, so he got a really great deal, but everyone who knew him is going to miss the hell out of him.

Good dog.
naamah_darling: Still from The Last Unicorn animated movie of a springtime forest with a path leading through it. (Road Home)
This Saturday, [livejournal.com profile] farrandy and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva said goodbye to their good friend Underfoot.

Underfoot, in addition to having possibly the best name ever for a Corgi, was a first-rate dog. He was smart, a great conversationalist (if you speak Corgi), a snappy dresser, and a total gentleman. He also used a rock for a pillow, had one ear that would never stand up quite right, and could run clean under the resident Big Dog. He often lay flat on his back, his abbreviated limbs splayed every which way. It was my favorite thing he did. Even though he was dignified most of the time, he was flat-out comical to look at, and so he was sort of the designated Hilarity Dog. He was all-purpose and eminently likeable in the way that dogs are supposed to be. He provided affection and companionship and comic relief.

I haven't uploaded all that many pictures of him, but here are some I took a week or so ago. He was very affectionate, but not approval-seeking or needy. He would just come up and put his head on your leg, or nudge your arm to say "Hey, how about some love for the short Welsh guy in the tux?" He talked a lot, Corgi-talk, groans and grunts and sighs.

The rest of the pictures are what I have up on Flickr. The ones from New Year's, when he and Argus were sacked out on the floor after a drunken bender . . . the shots of him snuggling with me and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva on the floor . . . the devil dog picture. He was really photogenic.

Underfoot 01

World's best Corgi. )

I went to visit his people tonight, and his absence was felt deeply. I am still getting teary when I think about him. He was a really great dog, my absolute favorite dog in the world, and a very dear friend. I'm kind of strapped for words, my normal glibness fails me, because . . . damn. I loved the little dude a lot, and I know that his people loved him a hundred times more. They gave Underfoot a fine life, and he didn't have a long and unpleasant decline, so he got a really great deal, but everyone who knew him is going to miss the hell out of him.

Good dog.

Puppy!

May. 23rd, 2008 12:38 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kiss Kiss!)
Amidst all the kittenish cuteness, I have to congratulate [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva on her new addition. I also thought some puppy pics would be welcome, since not everyone prefers cats.

Remember the super-cute little Pomeranian/Corgi puppies I posted pics of a while back?

Yeah.

They ended up with the sleepy one!

Tucker 03

Meet Tucker!*

Puppy pics! )

One from [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva:



Here you can see his actual conformation and coloring, which has lightened a lot. I can see a little Pom in there, but he's mostly Corgi, and damn cute. I am so glad they took him. He will be part of a wonderful and loving family with [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and [livejournal.com profile] farrandy and the two ridiculous dogs they already have. I'd say I envy the proud new puppy parents, but really, I think I envy the puppy. Congratulations, you two. He's so freaking cute, and as far as I'm concerned, you are all super-lucky.

You can see more pics over at her journal. We all really think it's funny that he looks like a puppy their dogs would have bred.

* Name subject to change; they haven't decided what else to call him yet.

Puppy!

May. 23rd, 2008 12:38 am
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Kiss Kiss!)
Amidst all the kittenish cuteness, I have to congratulate [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva on her new addition. I also thought some puppy pics would be welcome, since not everyone prefers cats.

Remember the super-cute little Pomeranian/Corgi puppies I posted pics of a while back?

Yeah.

They ended up with the sleepy one!

Tucker 03

Meet Tucker!*

Puppy pics! )

One from [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva:



Here you can see his actual conformation and coloring, which has lightened a lot. I can see a little Pom in there, but he's mostly Corgi, and damn cute. I am so glad they took him. He will be part of a wonderful and loving family with [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and [livejournal.com profile] farrandy and the two ridiculous dogs they already have. I'd say I envy the proud new puppy parents, but really, I think I envy the puppy. Congratulations, you two. He's so freaking cute, and as far as I'm concerned, you are all super-lucky.

You can see more pics over at her journal. We all really think it's funny that he looks like a puppy their dogs would have bred.

* Name subject to change; they haven't decided what else to call him yet.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
Sargon found one track in the neighbor's yard, near the site . . . a large dog print, could have been from a coyote, could have been from someone walking their dog.

There were no tracks in the yard, but he could have been taken in the part of the yard strewn with ivy. There were skid marks outside the yard, but no clear prints. It was apparently really icy out that night, and the ground was pretty stiff.

So, I'm thinking coyote. Seems reasonable to me. And that bothers me a lot less than thinking a person did it, which, given the particular circumstances, seems so unlikely as to be impossible.

Dad's calling animal control tomorrow to at least let them know there's something in the area.

Both my parents are still really depressed about it, and I feel sad for them. And sad for their other dogs, too, Skeeter and Stanci, who will miss their friend.

I'll probably go see Mom tomorrow and see if I can cheer her up. Right now, I have to eat, then get some work done before bed.

Powers willing, I won't dream about being envenomated by a cobra tonight. Again. I hate nightmares.

link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
Sargon found one track in the neighbor's yard, near the site . . . a large dog print, could have been from a coyote, could have been from someone walking their dog.

There were no tracks in the yard, but he could have been taken in the part of the yard strewn with ivy. There were skid marks outside the yard, but no clear prints. It was apparently really icy out that night, and the ground was pretty stiff.

So, I'm thinking coyote. Seems reasonable to me. And that bothers me a lot less than thinking a person did it, which, given the particular circumstances, seems so unlikely as to be impossible.

Dad's calling animal control tomorrow to at least let them know there's something in the area.

Both my parents are still really depressed about it, and I feel sad for them. And sad for their other dogs, too, Skeeter and Stanci, who will miss their friend.

I'll probably go see Mom tomorrow and see if I can cheer her up. Right now, I have to eat, then get some work done before bed.

Powers willing, I won't dream about being envenomated by a cobra tonight. Again. I hate nightmares.

link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (WTF)
We called Mom this morning.

In the annals of Strange And Fucked Up Things I Wish Would Not Happen To My Family, one of my mother's three Pomeranians was snatched from her yard by someone or something on Thursday night, carried off, and nastily killed.

Stanley had gone out alone and had been out for no more than five minutes. My dad claims he whimpered once, but that the whole episode was silent otherwise.

That was as much as mom could say, but we learned more from a friend of theirs later and the more I find out, the more bizarre it gets.

I've been puzzling over it all day, and it just bothers me.

Cut for animal mutilation. Not graphically described, but you should probably skip it if you find this kind of thing triggering. )

It's all just a little fucking weird.

I'll probably be over there tomorrow, and I'll see what I can find in the way of tracks. The ground is wet, and something big enough to get in and out of the yard with Stanley in tow would have left prints somewhere. I've already warned the friends we have in the area about it.

I'm all right. I'm sad about it. Stanley was a sweet dog. Mostly I'm just worried about my mother, who doesn't need this kind of grief. I hope that at least I, with a better understanding of animals and how they kill, can at least convince her that he died very quickly, rather than in lots of pain.

But I'm still creeped out.

Seriously, this is like the opening scene of a horror novel or a Buffy episode, except there's nothing really funny about it.

I'll update if/when we learn more.

link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (WTF)
We called Mom this morning.

In the annals of Strange And Fucked Up Things I Wish Would Not Happen To My Family, one of my mother's three Pomeranians was snatched from her yard by someone or something on Thursday night, carried off, and nastily killed.

Stanley had gone out alone and had been out for no more than five minutes. My dad claims he whimpered once, but that the whole episode was silent otherwise.

That was as much as mom could say, but we learned more from a friend of theirs later and the more I find out, the more bizarre it gets.

I've been puzzling over it all day, and it just bothers me.

Cut for animal mutilation. Not graphically described, but you should probably skip it if you find this kind of thing triggering. )

It's all just a little fucking weird.

I'll probably be over there tomorrow, and I'll see what I can find in the way of tracks. The ground is wet, and something big enough to get in and out of the yard with Stanley in tow would have left prints somewhere. I've already warned the friends we have in the area about it.

I'm all right. I'm sad about it. Stanley was a sweet dog. Mostly I'm just worried about my mother, who doesn't need this kind of grief. I hope that at least I, with a better understanding of animals and how they kill, can at least convince her that he died very quickly, rather than in lots of pain.

But I'm still creeped out.

Seriously, this is like the opening scene of a horror novel or a Buffy episode, except there's nothing really funny about it.

I'll update if/when we learn more.

link

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