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In the middle

It has been a very busy week. I am exhausted, yet I can’t sleep once again. My mind won’t stop thinking…
I haven’t been able to shoot for two weeks. It is my fault, though. I had to give my equipment back when I left my day job and somehow in all that my own memory card was lost. I have been putting off ordering things until work picked up, but it seems there is no choice. I need to shoot. I need to create. Then there is where to move, when, how…and then the whole etsy project and my other side project and ….and ….AND my head spinning circles of many different colors. So busy in there. oh well. It will all work itself out…I hope.

My friend Amy’s dog passed. I feel such great sadness for her. I know so well the loss. How if I didn’t have my other kids, life just didn’t seem worth it. I know that sounds all emo and tragic, but when you lose someone that is your heart, that is how you feel. At least that is how I felt and still do sometimes. I miss Millie all the time, but especially when I am having a hard time and need her advice. She would always snail her way up to the bed and crawl right up beside me and just give me kisses. Telling me everything would be ok. I wish she were here to do that. She was my heart and even as I write this, tears won’t stop pouring. Losing the one you love just isn’t fair on any level and to say that is gets better with time is crap because it doesn’t. But she is what keeps me going…along with my six naughty dogs. Once everything gets going I have a secret project I am going to start…Yes, another project. I run a little slow to start, but they will get going.

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Rest in Peace, Sonny. ~Millie will take care of you and probably even share her carrots!

Amy, I am sorry for your loss. Cry until you can’t cry anymore and then cry some more. Do something in Sonny’s honor. You will be ok…we love you and are here for you. Be brave.

on a side note: he packed up his belongings and his two dogs and is walking for Canine Cancer.

2 dogs 2000 miles and his blog, don’t forget twitter

I would do this for Millie if I could even attempt to walk with all six dogs…but I have something different inmind, hence my

secret project.

whew!

Whew! It has been awhile. Lots of changes going on and been busy making adjustments. I left my day job, which was terribly hard, but it was time to move on…I have been volunteering at FHS during the day and I love it. Although, I am pretty sunburned! EEK!
There might be more changes in the near future. Work has been really slow at night, so I am not sure if I will be able to stay here. I have to make more money to live on, so I have been kind of worried. The boy is moving to Houston next week, so that is always an option. Even though I am not a Texas girl… I am not sure how my tree-hugging hippie lifestyle will work down there, but I could always just go to Austin for a while. At least they have a decent music scene. (Still trying to convince the boy to go to Portland!) I am just trying to save for the trailer/motorhome and go from there. It will be so hard to leave the shelter kids. ARG!!! But I have to be able to take care of my kids.

The postcards have come in for my new etsy shop that will be opening soon. It has been a very long, slow process getting everything going, but at least things are moving along. I have to order some camera equipment and some other tools for projects. I am very excited!

Sally has been doing great! She always has a smile on her face in spite of all the crap she has been through. She goes to the shelter with me 3 times a week after hydro and loves having all the attention. I am working on a new website for muttsandsuch. It will be fabulous to look at, so stay tuned! Things are looking up, of course, it is a crap load of hard work. haha!

Gracie and Cory

Gracie and Cory

Bella, the fly and the bone

Bella, the fly and the bone

Jimmy

Jimmy

Grey Muzzles

I wrote this last year for a magazine that went A-Wall. EEK! I thought I would share anyways…

Loni Donigan

Loni Donegan~photo by nikki audet (click photo)

She was just a small girl of six years, weighing about 20 pounds,
undernourished, and scared-feeling like she would be the one passed by.
With only one eye and grey on her muzzle, she would sit in her corner
losing hope. But hope is something she got back on her walk out of the
shelter and into a most loving home. Loni donegan would be her name and
now five years later at age eleven she still has the spirit and spunk of a
young pup. However, being the elder in the pack she offers wisdom and
discipline to her younger siblings and unconditional love and loyalty to
her guardian. Now entering into her senior years, Loni is changing in
small ways, she is a survivor of cancer and she can’t romp around quite as
reckless as she used to as her back is a bit more fragile. But Loni is
getting all the top quality food and care which will help her age
gracefully. Just like Loni Donegan, adopting and living with an older
dog can be one of the most wonderful experiences and beneficial for both
you and the dog. With advances in medicine, nutrition, and equipment to
help the aging or disabled, dogs are living much longer these days.
People are more aware that better care, exercise and vet visits will
extend the lifetime of their most cherished friends.

Adopting An Older Dog

I have had the opportunity to raise dogs from babies to seniors, as well
as adopting seniors from the shelters. Loving all dogs, I am drawn to
grey muzzles, especially older rescues. All that happens in their lives,
they just seem to be so grateful for whatever they are offered. The grey
on their faces and their soulful eyes, it is more like having a best
friend than a frantic two year old pup, which I have both. Many older
dogs are dumped at the shelter for the most moronic reasons such as just
plainly being too old and to be replaced with a puppy or their guardians
pass and the family does not want responsibility for the animal. The list
could go on, sadly. The shelter is traumatic enough on animals, but
harder on older animals, their old bones laying on the hard concrete and
not having the proper nutrition or vet care. There are many benefits for
adopting an older dog; simply what you see is what you get. They aren’t
playing games, no manipulations; they are honest in their intentions and
actions. They want a place to call home where they can live out their
last good years in a secure, loving place. Usually they are house
trained, which is much easier than puppy training, especially with all the
chewing of the shoes. Older dogs have no interest in destroying your sofa
or socks. Their attention lies in being your buddy, watching television
with you or keeping your feet warm on a soft pillow. You have an instant
best friend, someone who doesn’t need to go on five mile hikes but will do
with walks around the neighborhood smelling the flowers and laying in the
grass.

Living with an Older Dog

As with any animal, the most important role for assisting in graceful
aging is frequent vet visits for senior or geriatric screening. This
visit depending on your vet will consist of hands on exam, blood panels
and other possible tests depending on your pet and his/her history.
Becoming more aware of any small changes, such as lumps, weight, daily
activity, behavioral changes, this will help you and your vet give the
best care to you old friend. Another way to keep in check is to make a
notebook of changes, because sometimes the changes are small and go
unnoticed or thought unimportant, however, noting these changes could be
beneficial in preventing something larger. Loni Donegon is an example of
this. She is given massages daily to feel for any lumps or bumps, as dogs
get older they are prone to these new skin additions or fatty lumps. The
smallest bump was found on her chest, knowing this was not normal, she was
taken into the vet and this bump was diagnosed as cancer. The vet could
not believe how early this was caught and was impressed at how attentive
her guardian was. Luckily, since this was found early, the cancer could be
removed and Loni Donegon is doing well. Being attentive to even the
smallest changes can be life saving.

Exercise and nutrition are also essential roles in keeping your dog in
good health.
Many older dogs become obese in their old age, even though your dog is
aging that does not mean exercise should be avoided. Exercise is a
prominent role in keeping your dog’s mind and body alert. Depending on
what your dog is comfortable, a short 20-minute walk could be enough or
something longer. I have two eight year olds with bad hips that can only
go for short walks, however, I have two more eight year olds that could go
for a five mile hike. Either way, daily exercise is a must.
Nutrition is also as important as exercise. Nowadays, dogs are eating
better which has contributed to longer lives, providing better nutrients
in premium dog foods, also giving fresh organic meats and vegetables.
Supplements to help with different ailments such as arthritis,
incontinence and anxiety are available to aid with western or holistic
medicine.

Most importantly, is that you are the person that knows your dog best. To
see the changes and needs that will accustom your old friend into his best
last years. These days an older life does not have to end because of sight
that is ending or back legs giving way. With advancements in medicine,
technology and training there are ways to assist an older pet in adapting
to these changes such as hind end wheel chairs, or paw booties that have a
non-skid bottom, also ramps and stairs for reaching high places and even
carts so they can still trolley around the neighborhood after surgery.
There is never a need to give up on an older pet when there is so much
support for these aging conditions.

A most inspiring story is one of Clara, loved by my friend Jf. He wrote
this story on what it is like living with an older, three legged boxer.
This to inspire not to give up on your grey muzzle through the aging and
hard times, but letting them in their last years impart wisdom and grace
which will never be forgotten.

Clara~photo by Jf

Clara~photo by Jf

Radical Changes for Older Dogs: Reaching Out On a Limb

Clara came in to my life in 1992 at about one and a half years old. A
Boxer mix, a beauty and -upon reflection- she actually chose me to travel
along with her on her (our) journey.
I will encapsulate her in between years by telling you that she was adored
by everyone that crossed her path. A character replete with the comedic
timing of a seasoned professional. She had a ‘dance-move- when sharing her
excitement that was called “look at your butt” in which she would
turn-skip side to side -almost bending in half- while moving gleefully
forward. Her soulful eyes, her very vocal communications, her gas, her
loyal servitude was seen and admired by many, but with no one did is
resonate deeper or more personally than with me.
In the year 2000 when rumor was being bandied that the end of the world
ala Y2K was descending, there was an iota of truth in that for me.
Having just lost my mother -and closest friend- another devastation has
traveled to my town: Clara was sick.
She began withdrawing a bit. She was an only dog but she had her feline
companion, Frank, with whom she shared many a good time, bed and even her
food. At this time she removed herself from her buddy and to an extent,
me. As soon as it was clear that this was not something digestive that was
to pass and upon my noting that she was spending a good deal of time
licking her right paw – to the doctor we went. She had a tumor that in a
matter of weeks grew to the size of a golf ball. The doctor decided to
remove the tumor and felt confident that he could catch the cancer. The
consolidated version went something like this:
tumor removed-recovery-three months later a more stubborn tumor returns in
the same area, larger.-removal of tumor-recovery-another two months and
more bad news.
Clara was brilliant during all of this. Ripe with maternal energy since
she came to me, she almost seemed to selflessly watching me to make
certain I was alright with what she was going through.
Was my best friend going to die? Did I make the wrong decision? What can
be done? Does the doctor really want to take her whole leg off?
The next week was a sleepless one. Clara would sit in front of the
fireplace at night licking the leg that I now knew had to come off. How to
let her know what she was in for? How to prepare her? I figured there was
but one way…to tell her.
All during the week I could be found on the floor with my beloved dog. I
would hold her sick leg in both of my hands and telling her what was going
to happen. She never pulled away, never acted confounded…simply watched
me. During the conversation I would make her stand and I would lift her
right leg with my hand and kept it bent close to her chest…. and I would
ask her to walk.
It was a hobble at first that worked its way into a new and acceptable
gait. When surgery day arrived, she was better prepared for what was to
come than I was.
When I saw her take her first three-legged step toward me…the look she
gave me was “take me home.” Once home the next two weeks were about
adjustment and relearning. On the third week, out of nowhere, she bolted
and started running. She continued to run for the next six years…and
never looked back. No ego, no complaints only a wish to get on with the
business of living. Clara became a celebrity of sorts; she began a new
chapter in her tenth year and earned a new handle: “Three Quarter Clara.”
People wanted to touch her, kids wanted to talk about her…and her needs
never changed: love me, feed me, walk with me as friend.
In 2006, well past fifteen years old, after it became clear that my old
girl was sick once more but that medicine could increase her stay no
longer. She had been incontinent for about a year which her doctor treated
with Phenylpropanolamine and an alteration of diet. But this was
different. I rushed her to her doctor who confirmed what I already knew.
After days of painful realization and as much celebration as we could
mutually muster- we took our last ride together as man and his best
friend.
As I carried her into the room she would leave me in, I thanked her. For
teaching me far more than most humans I encountered. For knowing my
beloved parents whom both had passed and for bringing them joy. (So much
so that my own father’s dying wish was to travel to L.A. to see Clara.)
And for carrying me -as I now carried her- when my own life left me hurt.
As she drifted to sleep, her eyes never left me…and with my last
whispered “thank you,” she was free.
As a full-fledged rescue now, my daily memories of Clara inform what I
advocate. There are so many mid life, twilight year, and special need
dogs that need the nurturing from compassionate and evolved humans.
Society has proved itself cruel toward the elderly or less desirable.
Shockingly, people dispose of that which they do not want anymore and
replace it with a younger version. It is as if people do not want to face
their own mortality, so they rid themselves of the reminders. Just
because one would consider adopting or rescuing a four or five year old,
even eight or ten year old dog or cat -even ones with a missing limb-
(who is missing it?…they are not) does not necessitate that they will
spend all their time at the vets. Weekly (if not more often) head-to-toe
examination is essential to discover and regulate any changes.
Supplements and holistic herbs are now commonplace for our canine and
feline additions. Animals are living longer as we realize that their
nutrition -not unlike our own- influences both quality and quantity. Your
vet can examine your new potential family member and make
recommendations. You yourself can do some of the research on line. Trust
that -aside from your own children- one of the greatest rushes of
compassion one can feel, is that for their senior pet. A friend with
history…a love that is loyal.

I wrote these articles last year. They were supposed to be published, but the magazine flipped it’s lid. I thought I would share anyways.

The Beginning Journey

Hunger pains wrenching, the cold piercing enough to make a polar bear
shiver, scared, not understanding why left and abandoned. This is just a
very small description of how an animal feels being left at a shelter or
abandoned on the street. Unfortunately, everyone has seen a stray, hungry
animal or witnessed an abusive case of animal neglect. It is saddening.
The question then becomes what action will one take to make a change, to
make a difference in a little life. For me it was never a question even
as a child rescuing strays and helping them find a home to now being apart
of an amazing animal rescue. Animals always a first love in my life, I
somehow knew I would become apart of something bigger, I wanted to be in
that small few that took action to make change and not just talked about
it. So it began eight years ago with rescuing my first two dogs, Ansli
and Conrad. Ansli was rescued at three months from a Nashville Animal
Shelter. My first shelter experience-seeing her so sad and alone, I knew
she needed me. Little did I know how much I would need her in my life.
Two months later, unexpectedly, Conrad would join our family. He was
found in deplorable conditions, he lived next to my friend, Courtney. He
was only three months and already roaming the rough neighborhoods, getting
beat up by the bigger dogs. Courtney couldn’t stand it any longer so she
called me. We found him that frigid, winter day in a bucket filled with
ice and water, he was so sick. We asked the house where he belonged if we
could have him, luckily, she said yes. I took my last 300 dollars in my
savings and took Conrad to the vet. My life has never been the same since,
these two throughout the years bringing such joy to my life, opening my
eyes to a whole new way of seeing things, making my world all about dogs.

A few years later we moved to Los Angeles, feeling restless, I still knew
there was something more to achieve than just existing. I felt like there
was something I could contribute whether it be photographing animals for
rescues or walking dogs, but it was overwhelming with where to begin.
Late nights I would find myself looking at shelter websites, rescue sites,
craigslist. Looking at all the dogs, especially the shelter dogs that
faced death, I would cry for hours. However, I knew my tears weren’t
going to change anything, so I wanted to find a rescue I could volunteer
with. When I was looking at craigslist I kept seeing these flyers of the
most sad, heart wrenching photos and stories of dogs that needed urgent
help-posted by Nikki and the Dogs. She was the one I wanted to help, so
nervously I emailed her asking if she needed help. She wrote me back
enthusiastic that someone would want to help her, she was a one-woman
team, and help was appreciated. She let me start out by walking a couple
dogs she had in boarding. We just clicked, that same week we became
rescue partners and my life has never been the same.

The Rescue

Two years ago, December 2005 became very busy. The beginning of a small
yet powerful rescue, our name became The Mutt Scouts-scouting out mutts,
the underdog and helping them find homes. Nikki had been doing rescue
alone years before I joined her, when I came along she already had four
dogs in her care; two in boarding and two at her house. Not wanting to
overload ourselves physically and financially we focused on photographing
and networking shelter dogs. Both Nikki and I are photographers so as
often as we weren’t working our day jobs we were at the shelter taking
photographs, getting to know the dogs, making fancy flyers and networking
them to other rescues and independent people. We have taken thousands of
pictures and worked countless hours networking, the reward is that these
animals find good homes. However, being at the shelter so often is not
easy. Gazing upon hopeful eyes, hearing whaling cries and seeing them
reach out with their paw trying to touch you, pulling you close so they
can feel wanted and love, if for only for that moment. There are many
rescues out there pulling or networking different types of dogs from pit
bulls to poodles. We fall for the underdogs, the older ones, and the one
eyed mongrels, the ones that might get passed by because they are quite or
have a medical condition. The ones that most likely will not have a
chance, we see their beauty, their potential, their need for love and
attention. We have rescued many dogs, we have limits, but most of the
time we go above and beyond that. It can be difficult when there is a
need for medication, food, medical and training. Through our network
community we have been able to fundraise for needed surgeries, but some of
the time, expenses can be out of pocket. We try to keep expenses down in
that we foster our own dogs, which is actually a benefit in that we get to
know the personalities of the animal, their quirks, like and dislikes.
They are able to socialize in a pack and social settings; although time
consuming, this makes for a better-rounded dog especially when meeting
potential adopters.
Last year Jf joined our rescue, which has been such an asset to both
Nikki and I, for fostering dogs and being another person to help with the
adoption process and all the other details. We are a tight knit group,
which is needed in this industry. There is a lot of strain emotionally
and physically in dealing with each aspect of the rescue from the very
beginning process of seeing the dog at the shelter, the actual rescue to
the rehabilitation of medical or training to finding the best home.
Depending on the animal this could take a couple weeks or a few months.
The process can be long and tiring but forgotten when we receive a happy
family portrait and update of how happy and grateful everyone is to have
found each other.
There has been a lot of growth the last two years as a rescue group, but
there was a restless feeling for change. A change to make a bigger
difference in the animal world, so a new journey has begun for a short
time. Our goal is to have a small animal sanctuary for the disabled, the
old, and the unwanted animals-not just limited to dogs, but all animals.
We will continue to rescue and network as we always have just on a
slightly larger level. We needed more room to train, board and
rehabilitate. So we have spread out for a while to gain the resources to
buy our sanctuary. Jf will stay in Los Angeles as our west coast contact
and Nikki and I will venture to a new land where we can house, help,
rehabilitate and find homes for all types of animals, but have the room if
needed for them to stay as well. There is much excitement for this new
excursion, however, the journey getting there is hard work, but without
saying…worth it in every way.

Making a Difference

Many people ask us how they can be apart of helping the animals, however,
many say they could never go into a shelter; I was actually one of those
people. The shelter experience is not for the faint of heart, however, I
wanted to make a difference, so somehow you just deal with it. The
conditions in most shelters are not glamorous on any level. However, if
going into the shelter is not something you can cope with, there are so
many other ways to help. Most people in rescue are truly grateful for any
kind of help offered, through walking or socializing dogs to helping out
at adoption fairs. If you want to start out rescuing, volunteer to see
how things work. Gain an understanding of everything from financial
obligations, dealing with dogs with issues to finding best homes for the
animals. If you want to rescue dogs yourself, it is so important to keep
your limits in check concerning how many dogs you can rescue. I have seen
many rescuers go beyond their means and have problems with aggression in
the dog or medical that cannot be afforded. I was fortunate enough to
have found someone that has years of rescue knowledge and she knows people
with years beyond hers; knowledge and insight are important in rescue.
However, I started with only knowing I wanted to help animals beyond that
I didn’t know mange from parvo, but I used every resource I could find to
educate myself on rescue, from training and nutrition to fundraising and
better ways to network shelter dogs.

The Way Home

Gandhi said, “ Be the change you want to see in the world”. There were
times that I would get upset looking at the bigger picture of all the
shelter animals and strays, that what we did would never be enough,
because there would always be another dog to take the place of the one
rescued. Nikki would always say “ we do what we can, even if it is only
one dog, it makes a difference to that dog.” I found comfort in that
statement, realizing that nothing was too small if you are helping someone
else. Volunteering your time or making a contribution to help a shelter
or rescue is an event that will change you, because you are helping to
save lives and that is nothing small.

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Monroe’s dad, Sam was a huge part of Sally’s fundraising.. He made her a facebook page and spread the word like wild fire. Now his dog Monroe needs help and we want to help me too! Please help if you can, forget starbucks for a day and donate 5 bucks or more if you can spare. He is a very good person with a good heart and wants the best for his dog. Follow Monroe’s diary here.

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annie

annie

jimmy

jimmy

puppy

puppy

cory

cory

see more here.

Fredonia Humane Society

Chubby Hubby

Betsy

Max

Pudge

Bella

Bella

More on these kids later. Some of the sweetest dogs ever! Too tired to write.

today.

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” -Albert Einstein

I am in LOVE

Oh how I wish I had my little farm right now. Soon enough…

That way I could take this one and that one. Do you live in L.A?  Can you help?

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I also LOVE this one. OMG…it is too much. I am saving for my farm/sanctuary right now!

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So visit this blog The MuttScouts because they are AMAZING! Nikki took these photos~so talented.

Save a life. Woof.

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