Likes: Goats, toys, other dogs, anything she can interact with.
Pet-Peeves: Bath Time Sucks
Favorite Toy: FRISBEE!!!
Favorite Food: More Treats Please
Favorite Walk: The goat pen with all the other dogs off leash.
Best Tricks: Catching the frisbee, Herding the goats
Arrival Story: When my uncle was alive, he bred Australian Cattle Dogs. He mostly sold them (or gave them) to friends of his that also had farms and worked with cattle. He was very sick when Phantom was born and was in the hospital, so my cousin and her husband were caring for the puppies and their mom. I went over to see them and of course they had to show me the precious puppies they had. I saw Phantom and fell in love. She was the runt of the litter, but didn't let any of the bigger puppies get in her way. She knew who the boss was. I asked and my uncle said, of course, I could have one of the puppies. When they got a little older I went and picked Phantom up. That night I sat her in our kennel while I fed all of the foster dogs and just like a Phantom she was gone a minute later. The next morning she was crying on the doorstep. She's never tried to leave my sight since.
Bio: I've known a lot of dogs in my life, but Phantom is unlike any other dog in the world. She never stops. She learned to catch the frisbee the first day I showed it to her. One time she sorted the trash for us. She is always trying to outsmart me and most of the time it works. She is extremely intelligent and the most loyal dog I have ever met. Phantom is a true angel and I would give my life for her at a moments notice and I know she would do the same for me.
We've got a bunch of new rhode island reds living here now. There are five of them. Mom and grandpa got them from a store. They came home and told grandma that her grocery store eggs had hatched on the way home. She didn't believe them. They were tiny little ladies on that first day. They have been here for at least a few months now and are growing up. They have almost lost all of their down and are now beautiful red feathered ladies. Mom says they will at least double in size before being full grown.
They are living on the screened in porch until the chicken coop is finished. They have learned where the door to the outside world is and they love to run out of it and find little pieces of plastic to tote around the yard. The humans try and keep a good eye on them, but they almost always find a way to get into trouble everyday. Sometimes they are getting stalked by a cat or one day one of them wandered off and got lost. Luckily mom found her the next day hiding under the car port. At night they roost on a shoe rack. They have to stay locked up on the porch at night because we have lots of foxes around and they love to eat chickens.
My story with adoption started when my mom brought me home for the first time. I came from a relative of hers that bred cattle dogs to be working dogs. I am a goat herder. Mom has lots of foster dogs for the humane society here and the day I first got here there were almost twenty of them. There were big ones and small ones; healthy ones and sick ones; short haired and long haired dogs. It was pretty amazing for a little pup and a lot to take in quickly. Boy did I have a lot of friends growing up.
Now mom says I am the perfect dog to live this kind of lifestyle. I never meet a dog that I don't want to get to know. I love to help take care of puppies. I have played momma to a few litters of homeless puppies. If they are not old enough I help keep them clean and mom feeds them. If they are older, I help mom take them for walks and play with them. I love to play with all the little puppies.
I've seen a lot of dogs come to and leave this house. Some breeds are easier to adopt than others. My big black doggie friends tend to stay here for quite some time before finding a forever home. They are difficult to find homes for and are often here longer than any of the other dogs. I wish it wasn't so because some of them are really great. Hounds also have a tough time. There were eight of them when I first came here and they were up for adoption for much longer than any other dogs I have seen since. Older dogs also have a tough time. We haven't really had many of them here, but some foster homes have had them until they day they died because everyone wants a puppy. I don't understand this at all. Puppies might look cute, but they sure are a lot of work. Older dogs are great because they don't eat your furniture or have terrible potty training issues. The pups that get adopted out the easiest are generally young, small, and light colored.
Overall, I enjoy helping mom with all the rescue dogs. Sometimes she gets pretty stressed out, so we take her for a walk and let her cool her head. She loves to take pictures of all of us, so I make sure she brings her camera and that everyone poses pretty for her. We have some really good times around here though and all the dogs get along pretty well. I wish more people would adopt pets. We love to meet people and hear all about their stories and send them off with a new best friend. It is a great feeling every time one of our pups finds a home and we are grateful to all of the people that have made so many wonderful dogs a part of their family.
I was surfing around looking at news about animal adoptions the other day and I came across an article about a rescue that was helping a man that had hundreds of dogs living on his property. The man seemed nice and was frequently seen in the pictures helping the rescue workers move and identify his former pets. There was a comment section after the article and it really made me sad. A lot of people were saying very mean things about this man and completely forgetting that understanding people and not judging them is very important.
I'm certain the man never meant for things to go the way they did. He was probably trying to help homeless pets that he found and things got out of control. What this man needed was help not judgement. All of the dogs had names and it seemed like he genuinely loved his entire pack. Did he need to be educated? Yes, we all know the importance of spay/neuter. Did he need help? Of course, and thankfully there were rescuers around that were helping him. He did not, however, need snide remarks from people that didn't know anything about him. I sincerely hope that he never sees what those people said about him because I'm sure he would be devastated.
Doing rescue work for all these years me and mom have met lots of interesting people and their pets. We always do our best not to judge them and to help them in any way we can. Sometimes it is difficult not to judge people, but we do our best and try to understand what happened to them and where they are coming from. We have accepted surrenders before and seen the tears in the eyes of the people that have to get rid of their pets. They didn't love them any less because they weren't going to have them the next day. They were genuinely going to miss their pets because they loved them.
Anyway I suppose that is enough of my ranting. The point is please consider what people have been through and are going through before making a judgement on them. We all love our pets and never know what kind of situation we may be in one day. I hope that it never happens, but one day any one of us may need an understanding, helping hand.