And now for our BIG news.
Chowdah has a sista!!
This picture was taken the day that she and her bro were picked up and thrown into an overcrowded animal shelter. They had no idea what kind of dogs they were because their coats were so matted. Houston Shaggy Dogs came to the rescue.
This is Greg, who is the heartbeat of the operation. He leaves from Ohio twice a month and drives down South to pick up the rescues. He than makes multiple stops to drop the lucky dogs off to their new owners. He calls those happy days Gotcha Days.
Greg stops along the way to meet the "angels" who volunteer to walk the dogs and give them a hug along the way.
Tricia and Greg
One of the many angels that Tricia met along the way.
Another angel taking our girl for a walk.
Gypsy Rose Lee
When I discovered that Tricia was rescued in Houston, I knew it was meant to be. So I talked to the Mister about it. To say that he was less than enthused about the prospect of having another fur baby in the house would be an understatement. But I talked him into it with the condition that he can buy a boat next summer.
I didn't tell him that I meant toy boat.
Chowdah helped me make the sign.
I also made a sign to Tilani, who was a wonderful foster mom. She kept in touch with me and sent me photos along with sweet stories about our girl.
When I took Tricia in my arms, she licked my hand and slept all the way to her forever home.
I'm sure you are wondering how Chowdah has adapted to having a sister. You know I don't sugarcoat anything. The first night I was worried whether it was going to work. It brought me back to the days when my girls were
There are many unsung heroes in this story. I found myself in awe of Kathy Wetmore, tireless founder of Houston Shaggy Dogs, who takes these dogs to the groomer, vet appointments, and finds foster families while she is a full time realtor. Greg, from Road Rescue, drives for days and is more excited than anyone that these dogs are finally going to their forever homes. The loving "angels" that meet the sweet pups along the way give up their time and energy. And Sweet Tilani, who works as a Veterinary assistant, and lives in an apartment, who devotes her free time to fostering unwanted, last chance dogs. I asked Tilani what was the best and worst part of being a foster mom. This was her answer.
The best part by far is watching the transformation from leery matted mess to lively love bug. Hardest part is the obvious, having to give that final hug and put them in the truck. It's a mixed bag of emotions. My part in their life ends, I'm a leg if the journey that's passing the torch but in this case the torch is a living, breathing loving scruff ball that's clawed it's way into your heart. On the flip side, you know what awaits. You know that they're never going to spend another night alone or scared and in my case I know it's a better environment since I live in a tiny space and work so much. Plus with social media, I get to watch them flourish to their full potential with a loving family.
To me, that says it all.
Thank you, Kathy, Greg, sweet angels, and Tilani for taking care of our newest, precious member of our family.
We have changed Tricia's name to
to pay homage to her home state.
I do not have a picture of Chowdah and Chili together because we are still respecting each other's boundaries.