This is Ellis. She is boarding for a few days. She is about 11 months old. She was adopted from the pound just hours before being euthanized. Her new family went to the pound that afternoon, and she was scheduled for euthanasia at 4 pm. So they adopted her. Not necessarily looking for a dog. Not necessarily looking for a pit bull puppy.
She got lucky. There are so many other dogs, and cats, that are not so fortunate.
Years ago, before petfinder and the using the internet to get pets adopted, the pound wanted me to bid on their euthanasia services. Occasionally, they'll bring an injured animal by, and I'll do those. Those are different. But I couldn't even come up with a dollar amount. I asked how many are you talking about? The pound wasn't very proactive about finding homes for anyone. Remember this was before petfinder. The answer at the time, 4-7 per week. About 1 per day. 1 per day.
And I said, "I don't care how much you pay me. There isn't enough money in the world to get me through therapy, to drive out to the pound each day and euthanize a dog or cat that just needs a home. I realize that you need someone to do it, but it can't be me." They weren't very happy.
Showing posts with label pit bull puppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pit bull puppy. Show all posts
4/12/11
3/17/10
A little Pit Bull Nugget
Y'all remember Pac from last February. Short for TuPac.
You first saw him here in this post.
Well, Mr. Pac is now a Daddy. That's right. Meet Pete Pac Jr.

6 weeks old. He came in yesterday, to get checked out. He's really anemic, probably worms from his mom. 7 litter mates have died and he's the only 1 remaining. (and before you say or think anything, Pac owner doesn't own the Mom- he rescued this little guy when the others started fading away, and has been bottle feeding him, thinking that might have been a contributing factor)
He should be okay if we can get rid of the worms and his blood levels rise back to normal. See how pale his gums are.
You first saw him here in this post.
Well, Mr. Pac is now a Daddy. That's right. Meet Pete Pac Jr.

6 weeks old. He came in yesterday, to get checked out. He's really anemic, probably worms from his mom. 7 litter mates have died and he's the only 1 remaining. (and before you say or think anything, Pac owner doesn't own the Mom- he rescued this little guy when the others started fading away, and has been bottle feeding him, thinking that might have been a contributing factor)
He should be okay if we can get rid of the worms and his blood levels rise back to normal. See how pale his gums are.
Isn't he cute? You just want to squeeze him.
1/28/10
We Be Ate Up with Cuteness this week. . . . .


This is Deuce, a 9 week old Pit Bull puppy in for his vaccination.
Smart AND Good Looking Too- Already housebroken, walks right next to the owner without a leash.
Is wanting to chew up furniture but that is the only "minus" or "con" so far.
And Full of Puppy Breath. That's a double "plus" that cancels out that little bit of furniture chewing. . . .
10/19/09
Chloe- Lab- Pit Bull Terrier Mix
10/14/09
Sasha and Art-O-Mat

This little girl came in for her vaccinations. 12-13 weeks old Pit Bull puppy.
She's a sweetie. And a cutie.
Below are some of the cards on their way to an Art-O-Mat machine, hopefully near you.
Familiar with these? They are old cigarette vending machines that are refurbished to dispense little works of art. Art-O-Mat Website.

I inquired about the machines a few weeks ago, and they were interested in animal artwork. So the next trick is to come up with something that fits in a 2 x 3 inch box. So I worked up an assortment of tiny mounted, varnished prints and a display easel. A few gift items are going along as well.

I am sending a couple of different images to see what is popular and then edit out the items in the future.
9/25/09
9/2/09
Polo Said
2/14/09
Pac- Pit Bull Puppy


This little guy is boarding this weekend. He's about 4 months old.
and so quiet that you hardly know he's around. . . . . yeah, right!
I let him out his cage this afternoon to stretch his legs and play with Jethro, but, he'd rather play with me. Yay! for muddy footprints all over my trousers.

I guess no one ever died of a little mud. . . . he is sort of cute.
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