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An update on Rebel!
This is Rebel, starting to look like a proper Sr. citizen, because now he actually IS one. He isn't isn't a shut down dog who just looks like one because of his neglect.

An update on Rebel!

It's been almost exactly 5 years since that sad dog came into my home (November 12, 2014) and today I received this: 


Rebel, starting to look like a proper Sr. citizen, because now he actually IS one! He isn't a shut down dog, who just looks like one because of his neglect.

How old is he? Well, the woman who gave him to rescue said he was 7. I'm guessing he was probably close so that, which makes him about 12. That's great because when he came to me I thought for sure she was lying and he was closer to 11. 

I watched as Rebel got better and literally started looking younger and younger. His fur became shiny and his gaunt frame became healthy. He could lift his head and run! Ok... trot. But it was close to a run!  

Every so often my friend Kate takes care of him for Rebel's new mom Sue when she goes away. Every so often I'm thrilled to get a photo and update about him. Every so often I get nostalgic and so happy to know what his life is like now and how far he's come. He's loved, he's cared for, he's happy. What more could a foster mom want? 



Rebel when he was visiting Kate in May with his pals Piper (right) and Kip (left)

 

See his full journey: A Foster Dog's Journey |  Rebel's Update | Rebel's Return!  | Rebel Goes Home

Meet Millie, Our Nose Work Muse
Meet Millie! Millie is the inspiration for our newest canine sport shirt "The Nose...

Meet Millie, Our Nose Work Muse

Meet Millie!

Millie is the inspiration for our newest canine sport shirt "The Nose Knows!" Nose Work has been the latest step in her growth and confidence. She's gone from abandoned pup, to blue ribbon winner and now, top model at Phebe-n-Me!

Millie’s family embraces her successes, no matter the size because she has overcome quite the rocky start in life. Her dad found her as a young puppy on a rural road, where she had been tossed out with a bag of trash. She was in such poor shape that, had he not come along when he did, she would not have survived another day.
 

Although Millie grew up to be the picture of health, she had anxiety in novel situations and was reactive when meeting new dogs. So, when nose work classes first became available where Millie lived, her mom enrolled her. The sport was touted as being one that “even reactive dogs could play.”

Now, Millie and her mom actively trial in nose work competitions. Not only does Millie love the sport, but the two of them make a great team. Millie is able to tune out the novel sights and sounds and just focus on finding the odor.

The difference in Millie’s confidence from the time of that first class until now is remarkable. Not only has she earned her Canine Good Citizen certification, but she is currently pursuing her NW3 title. What a life changing opportunity that Nose Work has provided Millie.

Written by Amy Mathews

 

As Millie can attest ... The Nose Knows! Check it out!



Bad weather got you down?

A tired dog makes a good dog, as the saying goes.

Using your dogs brain can be as effective at tiring them out as a romp in the park. So don't let bad weather keep you down, download our free PDF and let the games begin!

Bad weather got you down?

 

A tired dog makes a good dog, as the saying goes.

Your dog is just like a little kid looking out at the rain saying "I'm BORED!" He will turn to you for something to do and if you don't have anything to occupy him, he might make his own busy work. When that happens, you're likely to find that you weren't too pleased with their brilliant idea.

Take a few minutes and play some indoor games with your puppy. Get the kids involved and now you have the whole family entertained.

Using your dogs brain can be as effective at tiring them out as a romp in the park. They are engaged, busy, happy and bonding with you the entire time. When it's all done they will have burned off that energy and you'll find that you and your pup are much happier.

Download our free Foul Weather Games for some great ideas and instructions to play some indoor games.

Let the games begin!

 

 

 

A Foster Dog's Journey: Rebel Goes Home
Yesterday was hard. So very hard. It's been 6 months since Rebel came to stay with us a...

A Foster Dog's Journey: Rebel Goes Home

Yesterday was hard. So very hard. It's been 6 months since Rebel came to stay with us and he's finally gone to his forever home. 

I gave Reb a bath the day before and on Friday night I told him he was going to his new home. He looked at me with his big blue eyes, not understanding what I was saying. He did know I wanted to go for a ride so that was good. He obediently got into the car with no help from me needed. 




Rebby after his bath, looking dapper


We drove in the pouring rain, in the dark to my friend's house. Another Foster who would take him to his forever home. She was taking him because I thought it would be easier to say goodbye to him there, than at his new home. .. but I was wrong. It wasn't easier. 

When we arrived, we dashed to her front door. I brought his coat (he hated the cold) his duck, his food and handed him over to Kate. She hugged me and and that's when the tears started. I said I better leave before I got too emotional. I looked at Rebel and he was concerned. He could sense I was not happy and tried to leave with me. I saw a hint of fear and a lot of confusion and that's what killed me. I was leaving him. Again. Again the human he was supposed to trust was abandoning him. I couldn't take it so I said "I better go." and rushed out. I looked back and could see him standing anxiously in the full length sidelight not wanting to be left. In my mind I imagined what he would have said if he could. "Where are you going? Why can't I come? Take me with you!" He wanted to come with me. Wasn't he supposed to come with me? 

I dashed to my car and sat in the dark. The pouring rain pounding on my car and let out an agonized cry. The tears and sobbing couldn't be controlled. "Oh God! How could I do this to him again! I'm sorry Rebel! I'm sorry! Oh GOD I'm SO SORRY REBEL!" I felt like I failed him again. One more human in a string of humans who let him down. 

I drove home crying the whole way. The windshield washers pushed the rain aside, while I pushed the tears away so I could see. I was glad it was a long drive because I needed the entire time to cry myself out. 

Kate called me on Saturday to let me know he was now in his new forever home. Somehow I didn't take solace in that because I knew he was confused and a little frightened once again. Rationally I knew he would be fine. Better than fine. I knew he would be happy and loved the way he deserved to be loved. But I also knew dogs live in the moment and at this moment, Rebel wanted to be with someone he knew. 

Knowing how much he went through though, I know he will adjust and once again bounce back. I just hated giving him one last blow to his spirit. But just as I know he's not happy right now, I know in a week he will start to come around and in a week, after that, he'll start to love and every week, for the rest of his life, he'll be loved. 

Goodbye Rebel. I will miss you. 


Rebel with his new mom Sue, on his adoption day April 18th, 2015
Rebel's collar with his new tag on. The first tag ever with his name on it.
Rebels first tag with his name on it. It wasn't just a serial number from rescue and I doubt he ever had one before this. 


See his full journey: A Foster Dog's Journey | A Foster Dog's Journey: Rebel's Update | Rebel's Return!  | A Foster Dog's Journey: Rebel Goes Home



Rebel's Return!
It’s been a long road for Rebel, and this weekend was the end of a long marathon for us both. Rebel completed his heartworm treatment and is finally a healthy dog! To celebrate, we went to the woods for a long walk. I took him on the same path we took over 3 months ago when he first came to stay with me.

Rebel's Return!

 

Rebel standing tall and healthy

It’s been a long road for Rebel, and this weekend was the end of a long marathon for us both. Rebel completed his heartworm treatment and is finally a healthy dog! To celebrate, we went to the woods for a long walk. I took him on the same path we took over 3 months ago when he first came to stay with me.

Now, just as he did then, he trotted the whole way and even ran when the snow would allow us. At one point he stood with his front paws up on a snow bank looking up at a squirrel. I thought I had never seen such a beautiful sight. His back extended upward, neck stretched up, lifting his head and gaze towards the sky, he looked regal and healthy. It was particularly meaningful because I never would have thought the dog who hung his head down at all times, would ever gaze upward.

Rebel’s personality has also come out over the last few months. I’m happy to report his sweetness remains intact. He loves carrying his toys around, he likes to roll on his back and wiggle and when he’s really happy, he does a little hop. He likes to play fight by gently using his mouth and uses his paws to grab your leg. Our once silent boy is now comfortable enough to bark along with the other dogs when someone comes to the door and he’s shown he can be a bit obstinate when he wants to.

One thing that has never changed since day one, is his love for being loved. Starved for affection and desiring to be the center of your dog love is his truest desire. Cuddling on the couch or sleeping on the bed with us is his favorite thing. When he does, he sighs with contentment as he drifts off to sleep.

We have one more minor hurdle and that’s his neuter and dental, before he’s ready to find his forever home. I’m not too worried about it. After all Rebel has been through in his life, I think this will be a piece of cake for him.

Rebel would like to thank everyone who donated to help cover his medical fees. Also everyone in MassARPH, especially Anne Zononi who gave much needed encouragement and moral support and to Kate Olsen for taking him over the holidays and showing him the ocean for the first time in his life. It takes a village, and sometimes a raw marrow bone helps too.

 

Read about Rebel's time with us and see how far he's come in "Rebel" and "A Foster Dog's Journey."

And still more funny dog cartoons
       

And still more funny dog cartoons

 

 

 

 

Stretching isn’t just for humans! Learn 5 easy to do stretches to help keep your dog healthy.
Did you know that stretching is as important as regular exercise? It’s also the most neglected aspect of fitness for most of us, including our dogs. Our dogs play rough and a lack of flexibility, just like in humans, is a recipe for pulled or torn muscles and ligaments. You can't tell a dog to take it easy or to warm up before play. They usually go from 0 - 100 in the blink of an eye. Because of that, stretching is extremely important for them.

Stretching isn’t just for humans! Learn 5 easy to do stretches to help keep your dog healthy.

co-written by Lorena Proia and AnnBeth Chinchillo, PT, CCRP

dogs at play
Photo credit: Heidi Mobley

Did you know that stretching is as important as regular exercise? It’s also the most neglected aspect of fitness for most of us, including our dogs. Our dogs play rough and a lack of flexibility, just like in humans, is a recipe for pulled or torn muscles and ligaments. You can't tell a dog to take it easy or to warm up before play. They usually go from 0 - 100 in the blink of an eye. Because of that, stretching is extremely important for them. To help you, help your dog, we worked with AnnBeth Chinchillo PT, CCRP to create a step by step guide to download for your reference.

It’s never too early or too late to start stretching your dog. While puppies are naturally flexible, they aren’t used to being handled starting young will get them used to it, and they'll enjoy stretching with you. Don’t worry though, if your dog is already a senior citizen, it’s never too late to start. Whatever their age, dogs can maintain and even improve with just a few minutes of stretching each day. When it comes to mobility and pain management, consistency is more important than intensity.

With the help of AnnBeth’s older dog, Baron, we’ll show you 5 stretches that will help improve your dog’s flexibility and help maintain his overall health.

We've created a free PDF that fully details each stretch with photos and directions. We recommend that you download and print these stretches, so that you can have them by your side to follow along as you take your dog through.

What are these stretches and why should I do them with my dog?

1. Hip Extensions and Psoas (Illiopsoas) stretch:
Hip dysplasia and arthritis is very common as dogs age, so stretching into hip extension is important.

2. Hamstring Stretch
Just like in humans, the hamstrings run up the back of the thigh and can get very tight, restricting full extension of the leg. Your dog should be able to stretch fully when running so they avoid injury.

3. Triceps Stretch
Dogs carry more weight on the front limbs than the back. Because of this, the shoulders work very hard and keeping them stretched will keep him comfortable.

4. Sitting squarely
Sitting isn’t just for obedience. Sitting squarely is very beneficial because it stretches the hips, knees, and ankles. (also known as the hocks in dogs)

5. Side Spine stretch
This stretch is especially important as a dog ages because of the natural stiffening of the spine. It is important that the dog bend to each side in order to keep a healthy flexible spine and avoid falling.


We've created a fully illustrated PDF for you to download, read, and use with your dog. Our time with our best friends is precious, so we don't want you spending any of it dealing with painful injuries.

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A Foster dog's journey: Rebel's update
Rebel had his final heartworm treatments last week. It was especially rough because h...

A Foster dog's journey: Rebel's update

Rebel had his final heartworm treatments last week. It was especially rough because he had receive treatment two days in a row and the shots are quite painful. It was hard leaving him on the first of his two visits. The last sight of Rebel that morning, was of him with a vet tech who had to practically drag him away as he looked pleadingly at me to save him. It broke my heart.

As bad as that was, day 2 was even worse. That second morning, when we went out to the car, he wouldn’t get in and had to be lifted. At the vet my husband had to practically push him through the door and again, he would not go with the tech. We felt like we were leading the lamb to slaughter, but this time, the lamb knew exactly what awaited him. He didn’t struggle or nip at anyone, instead, he quietly acquiesced to our wishes. If that wasn’t heart breaking enough, when we arrived home that evening, instead of being happy to be there, he didn’t want to get out of the car. Was he afraid of what we might do to him? It simply broke my heart. I coaxed and pleaded with him, promising I wouldn’t let him be hurt again. When I tried to reach for him he laid back to escape my reach. Finally after some tugging on his leash, he decided to move. Once inside the house he looked tentative.

I gave him some pain medication; he ate his dinner and went to lie down. A soft barely audible whimper came from him as he lay in the darkened room. I sat with him, stroking his head wondering how many times he sat, enduring his pain alone. I could only think of all of the people who hurt him in the past. The gun shots, the bullets, the missing teeth, all of the pain he was left to endure alone. I whispered to him telling him he wasn’t alone any more, while wishing he understood me. It was a long night and each soft, almost inaudible cry, broke my heart a little more than the previous one.

Day two was better, but he looked as if his spirit was broken again. It looked as if all of our progress was gone and I felt helpless to tell him we hadn’t abandoned him. Day 3 and 4 passed, and with them, the pain from the injection. On day 5, I saw a little spark return to him. I picked up his leash for a short walk to go potty and he brightened up and did his little happy dance. My heart jumped with delight. I think I was happier than he was quite frankly. Knowing he hadn’t given up meant the world do me.

Rebel began to return to us and started to enjoy his quiet life again. He began carrying his ducky around and came trotting over at the sound of the treat jar. Things had returned to normal and I was thankful that this ever-forgiving soul chose to forgive one more time.

So we continue, Rebel and I, taking pleasure in our short walks, and hopefully giving him reasons to have faith in humans again.

 

Ball Detector
After I lost my dog Phebe one of the first drawings I created was “ball detector”. It...

Ball Detector

After I lost my dog Phebe one of the first drawings I created was “ball detector”. It represented some of my favorite memories with her. When drawing, I could imagine her perfectly and see her on one of our walks in the woods when she would suddenly scamper off and return proudly with a tennis ball. She never ceased to amaze me with that little skill of hers. She adored playing fetch so much that she seemed to find them wherever we went

She found tennis balls at friend’s houses, on college campuses, school yards, golf courses, in the woods, on beaches, … you name a place and she probably found a tennis ball there. I rarely ever bought them because if we ran low, we would simply go down to the tennis courts and I would let her collect as many as she could find in the bushes.

Her gift for finding balls extended to anything I asked her to find and bring back. I would say, “find it” and she would search the area until she found whatever the requested item was. A friend once threw a stick for our dogs and it inadvertently went over an 8 foot high, chain link fence, into the woods. We assumed it was gone, but Phebe watched on alert as it flew, tracking it in the air. When it landed, she was off in a flash to retrieve it. She ran several hundred yards away from us to where the fence ended and then she circled behind, into the woods to find it. I’ll never forget my friend’s exclamation as we watched her. “If she finds that exact stick, I’m going to [insert slightly off color remark about his pants here]! I silently cheered her on as she began her hunt amongst the MILLIONS of sticks in the undergrowth of the woods. “Come on Phebe! You can do it! I know you can!” I shouted, to no one but myself. We watched as she circled, head low sniffing out her quarry. She suddenly stopped, dropped her head into the undergrowth and emerged with … THE EXACT STICK! I was so proud of her I cheered quite audibly this time, “GOOD GIRL PHEBE!” As she ran back down the fence line and around to us I laughed and asked him if he wanted to go home and change his pants. His only remark was “UNBELIEVABLE!” I just smiled and thought, “Believe it.”

She really retrieved anything for me and I honestly didn’t realize how much I relied on her little gift until she was gone. I now had to go out into the yard and bring the dog toys in myself, or retrieve the ball after the other dogs lost interest. Somehow playing fetch was never the same after Phebe died. The Chuck-It that went everywhere with us, began to collect dust as the joy faded from the game.

I cherish the memory of her ability to find and retrieve so well, not only because it was what she loved to do most in life, but because at the very end, it was those very memories that brought her peace. As I held her in my arms, our last moments together, she struggled to breath and seamed agitated as she shifted trying to find a position she could relax in. I don’t know my reasoning really, but I began to tell her what a wonderful dog she was so I could remember all of the wonderful things we did together. Something happened in those moments and we were granted some peace, and what felt like a true understanding on her part. I started, “Do you remember how you could always find a ball no matter where it was? And how you made sure you always found YOUR ball, not some other dog’s ball?” She suddenly began to relax as if to say, “yes, mamma, I do. Tell me more.” I continued and she relaxed her head a little more into my hands as she listened. “Do you remember how we would go for long walks in the woods and you would always find a ball somewhere?” She seemed to miraculously breathe a bit easier as her tension dissipated and she listened to the sound of my voice. Seeing her calm down, I went on hoping it was somehow helping her. I reminisced about how much she loved playing fetch and how she would bring back whatever I asked her to; even the toys the other dogs left in the yard. I remembered other things, like the way she and Jack would take off running for the pure joy of it and always came back from some unexpected direction. I told her how she took care of us all and always made sure I knew if the water bowl was empty, or that it was time for dinner. Each little story helped her relax a bit more and gain some comfort as we reviewed our life together.

She let the weight of her body relax into mine and as the vet approached, I knew our time was at an end. I whispered to her how much I loved her now and for the rest of my days. The doctor began her procedure and as Phebe slipped into sleep, I said, “Run like the wind my baby girl. Run and be free. I will always love you.” I sobbed when she was gone, but I was grateful she was no longer in pain. I knew she was holding on for me, and the last gift I could give her, was to set her free.

Contrary to what you might think, I always feel happy when I look at “ball detector”. I don’t think about losing her, but instead think about our happy days together, finding tennis balls in the woods. There is also a special comfort that comes when someone identifies his or her own dog in my drawing. It makes me happy to know that there are millions of “Ball Detectors” out there, finding joy in every little yellow ball that they discover.

The Fortune Cookie
Years ago I finally found myself in a place where I could get a DOG! I was so excited...

The Fortune Cookie

Years ago I finally found myself in a place where I could get a DOG! I was so excited and had my heart set on a smart one. An Australian Shepherd to be exact. During my search I met a wonderful breeder who had a litter planned that was going to be “bred for brains”. PERFECT! I could see it all… my smart dog would be just like Lassie! She would tell me Timmy fell in the well or that the bad guys were hiding out at the abandoned barn. You know… the usual smart dog things that smart dogs do.

I obviously knew all about smart dogs, so I couldn’t quite understand why the breeder kept asking, “Are you sure?” … of course I was sure! Why did she keep saying this? I knew I wanted a smart dog and would not be deterred.

In her first full day with us, my new puppy Phebe learned “sit”, “leave it”, and began to fetch… she was SO SMART! I beamed like a proud momma. I knew it! She was exactly what I wanted. As time passed however, things began to change. My beautiful smart puppy grew and had more and more energy and fewer puppy naps. Along with that, she had more courage and began testing her world.

My sweet puppy swiftly became an expert in the art of cat (dog) burglary. Every situation became an opportunity in Phebe’s eyes. Shoes, gloves, basically anything that wasn’t nailed down was hers to explore, be it for eating, play or dissection. Even in her “obedience” class she managed to mug a fellow student. Yes, “mug”. On recall, she ran to me, but quickly swerved and in one swift move jumped up, grabbed a woman’s treat bag and ran off with the goods! The room erupted in laughter and I was so embarrassed. My dog was a pickpocket!! “Ok Oliver Twist, give back the bag and let’s go home.” I was pretty sure Lassie didn’t mug people. I was also certain Lassie didn’t break into secured tote bags, open doors and cabinets, climb furniture, shred mail or a myriad of other things that smart dogs actually do.  

I was defeated. My smart dog had me running in circles but I finally understood what “smart,” meant. It meant mischievous, clever, focused on a goal and most importantly, that there was no such thing as an obstacle, just wonderful problems to be solved. I was DEFINITELY in over my head.

The best memory, though, is of Phebe and the fortune cookies. One evening we ordered Chinese food for dinner and I left the take out box with several fortune cookies on the dining room table. That’s it. Napkins, chopsticks, and a few cookies in their wrapper. No real “food”. I ran out for a quick errand and returned to find the contents of the box on the floor.

Now normally a dog would scarf the cookies up, plastic wrappers and all. Others might use a little more finesse and get the wrappers off, but the paper fortune nestled inside each cookie would be in pieces if not completely eaten. Not true for Phebe of course. She meticulously opened the wrappers, ate the cookies, and left the paper fortunes perfectly intact on the floor. As I wondered to myself if she maybe had hidden opposable thumbs I wasn’t aware of; I reached down and picked up a fortune. It read, “Your intelligence and exuberance are often misunderstood.” I burst out laughing. How perfect for her! Yes Phebe, your intelligence and exuberance WERE often misunderstood. Phebe may not have been perfect like Lassie, but if it came to a test of ingenuity and resourcefulness, I think I know who would have come out on top.

I placed her fortune on my refrigerator to always remind me that while a dog’s behavior may be seen as misbehaving, it could also be seen as a smart dog just being smart. It still sits on my refrigerator today, making me smile every time I see it. As they say, be careful what you ask for. You just may get it!

 

 

 

Humor: Dogs and Christmas
   

Humor: Dogs and Christmas

 

 

Do All Dogs Go to Heaven?
Well, Pope Francis is stirring the pot again…in a good way.  He made some recent commen...

Do All Dogs Go to Heaven?

Well, Pope Francis is stirring the pot again…in a good way.  He made some recent comments that have renewed the debate about whether or not dogs (and other animals) go to heaven. 

He said: “The Holy Scripture teaches us that the fulfillment of this wonderful design also affects everything around us,” which was interpreted to mean he believes animals go to heaven.  At least that’s how a LOT of people are interpreting it.

“My inbox got flooded,” said Christine Gutleben, senior director of faith outreach at the Humane Society, the largest animal protection group in the United States. “Almost immediately, everybody was talking about it.”

Typically, Catholic doctrine has it that animals cannot go to heaven because they have no soul.  But Pope Francis is giving that notion a run for its money.  Here at Phebe-n-Me, we’re siding with the Pope.

It’s interesting to note that he has an approval rating in the U.S. of 78% according to the Washington Post .  With all this going on, we bet his approval rating among dog owners is around 99%.

 

Read more at:

USA Today

New York Times

Funny Dog Cartoons
And now... a little something to tickle your funny bone.  Get it?!?  Dogs?  Bone?  HA!

Funny Dog Cartoons

 

A Foster Dog's Journey
He was shut down and nothing from this world went in and no response came out. Despite all of this, he was the gentlest, sweetest dog who only wanted to love and be loved.

A Foster Dog's Journey

Rebel is my very first foster. A volunteer for ARPH (Australian Shepherd Placement Helpline) did his evaluation and transported him to me last Wednesday night. She tried to tell me what I was getting, and I thought I understood. But I really had no idea.  What walked up my sidewalk to my door was quite possibly the saddest soul I have ever seen. It was if he was a broken dog. Broken in spirit and body.

Rebel on his second night with us. Already looking better with a bath and some food!

The rep had assessed that he was deaf and I agreed with her. No response was given to anything. Loud noises, his name... and even the tell tale cookie jar. Nothing. What I had in front of me was a train wreck. A dog who smelled to high heaven because of two raging ear infections and bad teeth, add to that, that he was filthy, his back end was so weak it gave out on him, you could feel his spine and his waist was so thin he would have made Scarlett O'hara jealous; and finally, he walked so slowly with his head hung down that I sincerely thought he wouldn't make it to the corner of my street and back. He was shut down and nothing from this world went in and no response came out. Despite all of this, he was the gentlest, sweetest dog who only wanted to love and be loved. He broke my heart.

So, we began our journey last Wednesday. He started Thursday off with what was most likely the first bath of his life. He was put into a crate – a first. We then went to the vet in the early evening - another first. He had blood drawn and they clipped his extremely long nails. (Just having his nails clipped allowed him to walk a little better.) I picked up some wet food and he finally ate - like a starved dog would. His second day was the same really.

Friday: I noticed some life in his eyes, so later, I decided to take him for a short walk. I didn't think we'd be going far, but he surprised me. He had a little hop in his step and he picked up the pace. Next thing I know he started pulling me along and I was shocked. He did so well on our walk that morning I decided to take him on my usual walk with my guys in the woods up at the Fellsway. I had planned to turn back when I noticed any signs of fatigue but instead, he trotted along the entire 2.6 mile loop, pulling the entire way.

Saturday: I watched for any lameness that night and the next morning. Since I didn’t see any, I decided to take him on a second walk in the same location as the first one. He was bouncing along and sniffing everything he could. Then I noticed something. He was turning when he heard his name! He began reacting to sounds. I was astounded. Rebel could hear!

Sunday: My dogs get up on the bed for cuddles and to try and get me out of bed. I look behind them and Rebel is standing on my bed! I said “How did you get up here?” The dog whose back end was giving out just jumped up onto the bed! WOAH!

Monday: I had bad news. Rebel tested positive for heartworm and his blood levels were off. They wanted him back for x-rays to check his heart and lungs and to draw more blood to decipher the cause of the blood levels.

Tuesday- today: I took him into the vet and they took him in back to do the x-rays and take blood. When my vet returned, he said that Rebel was a good candidate for treatment. No shrinking of the heart and there is some swelling which you would expect with heartworm. He also said the x-rays showed that "He has an alarming amount of bee-bees in him." I was confused. I didn't know if this was a term used for some heartworm stage or something, ... he continued and said "... and a bullet lodged in his chest." It suddenly clicked. Bee-bees.. a bee-bee gun… a bullet… a gun…. they shot at him. I literally covered my gaping mouth with my hand because I was HORRIFIED!

He said they pose no threat, but it gives you a glimpse into what his life was prior to this. I wanted to cry. I really did. He said he's seen dogs with a few bee-bees but never in his life has he seen one riddled with so many as in Rebel. They cover the upper back. His sternum stopped the bullet so it didn't penetrate his chest and also posed no threat. He's an extremely lucky dog to even be alive. I'm just hoping his luck continues.

I then I mentioned how much he's improved over the last few days and my vet said, "they are amazingly resilient if you just give them the opportunity."

Well Rebel... your opportunity is here. We will make you better.

I am thankful I stumbled upon him on Craigslist. I’m thankful I’m part of a group that can help him and I’m honored to watch him unfold like a beautiful flower before my very eyes.

Rebel after one week at our home.

 

See updates: A Foster Dog's Journey: Update | Rebels Return!

Dogs in the News - A Very, Very Expensive Dog
OK, we admit this is a beautiful dog: But would you pay $2,000,000 for it?!? That’s ...

Dogs in the News - A Very, Very Expensive Dog

OK, we admit this is a beautiful dog:

But would you pay $2,000,000 for it?!? That’s “two mmm…mmm…mmm…million” dollars.

Apparently, last month, some guy in the eastern China province of Zhejiang did, setting a record price for a dog. The Associated Press writes that Tibetan Mastiffs are the ”dog of the moment. Its ownership has come to symbolize wealth and status as much as a new car or an ostentatious mansion.”

According to Sui Huizheng, the breeder who made the sale, his dogs “have lion’s blood and are top-of-the-range mastiff studs. Pure Tibetan mastiffs are very rare, just like our nationally treasured pandas, so the prices are so high.”

Yeah, right.

I don’t know about you, but this one certainly has us scratching our heads…

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Getting lucky
Sometimes in life you get lucky. You may stumble upon your luck, adopt it, or even plan...

Getting lucky

Sometimes in life you get lucky. You may stumble upon your luck, adopt it, or even plan and research for years. Regardless of how you came upon it, you got lucky. Fate brought you to your once in a lifetime dog. The perfect dog. The dog that touches your heart in ways you can’t even describe to people.

 

Phebe was that dog for me. She grabbed my heart from the moment I looked at her, and never let it go. She was my Lassie, and my Rin Tin Tin, with a dash of Einstein and Lucille Ball for spice. I was definitely in over my head with this girl and she had me coming and going.

Throughout our journey together she taught me that the best things in life are the simple things. Greet those you love with enthusiasm when they come home, love them fiercely, defend them bravely and above all, make them give you treats. I learned that not only can you laugh every day, but forgiving is easy and sweetness and love can melt the most hardened of hearts.

When you get lucky in life with a wonderful dog, every day is a celebration. Even your sad times have a smile, and tears are kissed away. Phebe introduced me to the wonderful experiences that only a dog can bring and as a designer, she inspired me to draw her escapades. Through her, I learned to see the world through doggy eyes and found that the world is a wonderful place to be.

Unfortunately dogs don’t live forever but for me, she lives on through Phebe-n-Me. Phebe and her many dog friends continue to inspire me and have brought love and laughter to people all over the globe. Above all, she always reminds me that it’s ok to wear your heart on your sleeve.

 

I miss you my girl.

xoxoxo
You know the commercials, right?  The most interesting man in the world talking about h...

Most Interesting Man in the World is Up to Something Interesting

You know the commercials, right?  The most interesting man in the world talking about his exploits in the hope that you’ll buy some Dos Equis beer.  And apparently a lot of us did, because the commercials have been wildly successful.

Interesting side note: Do you remember the commercial a while back with the line “It’s not nice to fool Mother Nature”?  Quick!  Name that product!  Most people can’t.  Because of the failure to tie it to the product, it’s a prime example of a poorly constructed advertising campaign.  If you’re interested, here it is.  How about “Plop, plop, fizz, fizz.  Oh, what a relief it is”?  Of course, that’s Alka-Seltzer“Brand recall” is a very important aspect of advertising.

Anyway, back to the most interesting man in the world, who happens to be 75 year-old actor Jonathan Goldsmith, of Manchester, VT.  And he happens to care about dogs.  He and the nearby Orvis Company are active supporters of the Morris Animal Foundation and are together helping them raise money to fight cancer in dogs.  Goldsmith, the owner of two Anatolian shepherds, lost a beloved pet to cancer and is using his newfound fame to help a very worthy cause.

And if you have a dog, check out the Orvis Cover Dog contest fundraiser here. 

Watch Jonathan’s commercial on YouTube

You can learn more about the Morris Animal Foundation by visiting their website.

 

As you might imagine, we talk about dogs all the time here at Phebe 'n' Me.  And so hav...

Great Quotes About Dogs

As you might imagine, we talk about dogs all the time here at Phebe 'n' Me.  And so have some very famous people throughout the years.  Here are some witty and heartwarming favorites of ours.

“If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die, I want to go where they went.”  — Will Rogers

“Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.”  ― Mark Twain

“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons. ”  ― James Thurber

“You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, ‘Wow, you’re right! I never would’ve thought of that!’”  — Dave Barry

“I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source.”  ― Doris Day

“Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.”  — Emily Dickinson

“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”  — Robert A. Heinlein

“Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”  ― Groucho Marx

“Dogs never bite me. Just humans.”  ― Marilyn Monroe

“The more boys I meet the more I love my dog.”  ― Carrie Underwood

“The average dog is a nicer person than the average person.”  — Andy Rooney

“Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.”  — Ann Landers

“To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.”  ― Aldous Huxley

 

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Dogs In the News – The Dog Ate My…Money?!?

(These are notable, true stories from the mainstream press. Whether heartwarming, funny, perplexing, or touching, they all serve to remind us how dogs are so entwined in our lives, and sometimes in unique and unusual ways.)

OK, what could you do with $500?  Buy a new coat?  Make a couple car payments?  Have dinner for two at a world-class 5-star restaurant?  Put it in the bank?  How about let your dog eat it?

That’s what accidentally happened in Helena Montana to Wayne Klinkel when his golden retriever, Sundance, ate a wad worth $500.  According to newspaper reports, nothing was left but “one intact dollar bill and a small piece of a single $100 note.”

So Wayne did what every dog owner does when something gets eaten that shouldn't: he collected Sundance’s droppings to get back his money.  He cleaned it, taped together many of the pieces and he returned it to the U.S. Government.  Seriously.  There’s a Mutilated Currency Division within the U.S. Treasury, that made good on Wayne’s efforts and sent him $500 to replace the mutilated notes.

I never knew about this.  According to the U.S. Treasury website, “Each case is carefully examined by an experienced mutilated currency examiner.”  I bet THAT examiner had a bad day at the office when he or she opened Wayne’s package.

I wonder if the U.S. Government has a division that replaces dog-digested homework?!?

 

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Dogs in the News - Dummy Dogs

(These are notable, true stories from the mainstream press. Whether heartwarming, funny, perplexing, or touching, they all serve to remind us how dogs are so entwined in our lives, and sometimes in unique and unusual ways.)

I don't mean “dummy” as in “dumb”, I mean “dummy” as in crash test dummies.  Subaru and the Center for Pet Safety in Reston, Va., are together working on a new line of pet restraint systems and to test them they need to do what auto and safety experts have been doing all along: crash the cars and measure the effects.  On dummies. Dog crash test dummies.

They made a 45-pound border collie, a 25-pound terrier mix, and a 75-pound golden retriever.  (Which got me thinking, “What…they don’t care about my Aussies?!?”)

 

 

Bark Buckle Up,  a pet safety advocacy group claims “A 60-pound pet becomes a 2,700 pound projectile, at just 35 mph.” And according to the Wall St. Journal  claims a calculation by motorist-advocacy group AAA, shows that a 10-pound unrestrained dog in a 30 mph crash will exert around 300 pounds of force.

I remember when cars didn’t have seatbelts and when they did, people often didn’t use them.  With an estimated 85% of drivers now using seatbelts, maybe the day isn’t far off when we’ll all buckle up our pets as well.

Let's hear from our readers: Do you buckle up your pets?

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Dogs in the News - Dog Poop: Better than Congress?

(These are notable, true stories from the mainstream press. Whether heartwarming, funny, perplexing, or touching, they all serve to remind us how dogs are so entwined in our lives, and sometimes in unique and unusual ways.)

I’ve always wanted to use ‘dog poop’ and ‘Congress’ in the same sentence.  I knew if I waited long enough I would get my chance, and here it is.

A recent poll by Public Policy Polling, a Democrat-favorable North Carolina firm that promotes itself as "highly accurate polling across the country" surveyed 502 voters this past week on their opinions of Congress.  

 

 

 

Of the respondents, 47% had a more favorable opinion of dog poop while only 40% preferred Congress.  13% were undecided, which might lead one to wonder how people like that are allowed to vote.  

We think that’s pretty funny, and certainly in keeping with my views.  But at Phebe-n-Me we all love dogs, so just about anything having to do with them is better than Congress in my opinion, even the nasty bits.

Interestingly, people had such a low opinion of Congress that witches, hemorrhoids, cockroaches and toenail fungus all scored higher.  Again, all of which I personally agree with, except for the toenail fungus.  That stuff is GROSS!  So I’m told…

NOTE: As of this writing, we're in the midst of a government shutdown due to Congress' inability to pass a budget.

 

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See the survey results:

Public Policy Polling Survey

 

 

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Dogs In The News – Can’t get much smaller

(These are notable, true stories from the mainstream press. Whether heartwarming, funny, perplexing, or touching, they all serve to remind us how dogs are so entwined in our lives, and sometimes in unique and unusual ways.)

Another world record has been shattered! At coffee shops, hair salons, bars and even on the floor of the U.S. Senate (really), people are talking. No it’s not some incredible Olympic feat. It’s not some major league sports figure hitting another home run or completing another touchdown pass.

In an upset the likes of which will have dog lovers reeling, Boo Boo the reigning smallest living dog in the world (based on height) according to the Guinness Book of World Records has been unseated by Miracle Milly, a 2 year-old, 3.8 inch Chihuahua from Puerto Rico.

Wow…that’s small!

BTW, in case you’re wondering: the tallest dog in the world is Zeus, a Great Dane that measures 3’8” standing.

And speaking of Chihuahuas and Great Danes, here’s an interesting pic of both:

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Dogs in the News – Dog Art Gone Crazy

(These are notable, true stories from the mainstream press. Whether heartwarming, funny, perplexing, or touching, they all serve to remind us how dogs are so entwined in our lives, and sometimes in unique and unusual ways.)

I admit, I’m not a big art lover.  I think a black light and a poster of a unicorn by a waterfall is pretty cool.  Fine art?  I can enjoy it.  A museum?  Sure.  The National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC?  Loved it.  I saw Michelangelo’s David in Florence, along with the Sistine Chapel and works by Botticelli and da Vinci.  Amazing stuff that everyone can appreciate.  At the other end of the spectrum, I really enjoyed the Museum of Bad Art right down the road from my home here in Somerville, MA.  But c’mon…how much would you pay for THIS?!?

How about $55M? 

No kidding.  That’s what this sculpture called “Balloon Dog” is expected to fetch when well-known American artist Jeff Koons puts it up for sale later this year.  And people in the know think he can get it.  After all, he sold a piece called “Tulips”  for $33.7M last year.

And get this: he made 5 Balloon Dog sculptures.  He’s selling just one of them.  $55M and it’s not even a one-of-a-kind.  Who in their right mind would pay that kind of money for this?   Crazy stuff.

 

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The Inquisitr

New York Post

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Dogs In The News - Lions and China and Zoos Oh My!

(These are notable, true stories from the mainstream press. Whether heartwarming, funny, perplexing, or touching, they all serve to remind us how dogs are so entwined in our lives, and sometimes in unique and unusual ways.)

When I go to a zoo, I’m awed when I come face-to-face with an African lion. I imagine that’s true for many people the world over, except for visitors at The People’s Park of Luohe in the Chinese province Henan, (click here for map) many of whom who were shocked when their African Lion barked! It turns out they didn’t have a lion on display because they couldn’t afford one. So they did what any reasonable person in that position would do: they put a Tibetan mastiff in the lion cage. And their deception didn’t stop there, instead of exotic animals, dogs were found posing as a timber wolf and a leopard.

At least one mother was furious. Liu Wen who was at the zoo, said: “I had my young son with me so I tried to play along and told him it was a special kind of lion.

“But then the dog barked and he knew straight away what it was and that I'd lied to him.”

Zoo staff apologized, and to make amends, Mr. Liu Suya, chief of the park's animal department offered refunds to angry visitors.

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Dogs In The News - Condos, Poop, and DNA

(These are notable, true stories from the mainstream press. Whether heartwarming, funny, perplexing, or touching, they all serve to remind us how dogs are so entwined in our lives, and sometimes in unique and unusual ways.)

At The Devon Wood Condominiums in Braintree, Massachusetts, a town of 36,000 residents, located about 10 miles south of Boston, (click here for map) General Manager Barbara Kansky now demands that all owners pay $50 and submit a sample of their dog’s feces so that they can have a DNA database with which to catch owners who don’t clean up after their pet. Offenders get slapped with a fine of $150.

“Some people thought it was a joke.” Kansky told a reporter.

Rather than being outraged, some residents are taking it in stride, like dog owner Jim Burke who said “I was a little upset at first having to pay for it, but I do understand it was a problem."

And here’s my favorite part. Apparently, this is happening all over: the DNA matching is done by a national company called PooPrints. If you think this is the start of something big you can get a piece of it.  They are looking for home-based distributors.  Check it out at http://www.pooprints.com/start-a-pet-business

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The Patriot Ledger newspaper

Wicked Local

Yes it’s that time of year again! … who knew?? I sure didn’t. Far be it from me to decr...

Happy National Dog Day!

Yes it’s that time of year again! … who knew?? I sure didn’t. Far be it from me to decry National Dog Day, but I find it funny that a Congress who can’t agree on the price of bread can agree on National Dog Day.

Why is this? Well it’s obvious of course. Dogs bring out the best in people. They take us out of our entrenched preconceived notions and help us to come to the moment. They help us live better lives and be better people. So when an ornery bunch of old men and women get together to discuss if we should have a National Dog Day, for one brief moment, they can think of their loving dog they had as a child, or the one who is waiting patiently at home. It's a dog that makes them smile and forget the rest of the world for a brief moment. So, when they think of that special dog, they know that those precious moments are worthy of voting YES on National Dog Day. For those in Congress too cold to have ever owned a dog, or that never will own a dog, they are at least smart enough to know that their constituents do have them and probably think it’s no skin off their nose to vote for it.

What two things could be more diametrically opposed than the most disliked Congress in America and the most loved domestic animal, the dog? Not much as far as I’m concerned, but I am glad that they got their act together for one brief shining moment and we now have National Dog Day.

We celebrated with a walk down to J.P. Licks and got our dogs each a Cow Paw. So Happy National Dog day everyone! We hope you enjoy it!