Puppy Tales

This is a rescue story. Let's call it Part One of the Great 8!

Eight you say? Yes, eight pointer puppies, approximately 16 weeks old were dumped in a Menard's parking lot. Eight puppies who had probably only known the confines of a kennel with a cement floor. Dumped like trash in the summer heat. That's where it started. Thankfully people stepped in. Two of the puppies were picked up by good Samaritans. The other six were rescued by Noah's Hope Animal Rescue. The first two were also turned over to Noah's Hope. So, all eight indeed had hope going for them. The local rescue reached out to Great Plains Pointer Rescue for assistance. Eight puppies are a lot. But this is what we do, and we do it with open hearts and willing foster homes. 

Now, let me also say I don't foster puppies as a general rule. I have a thing for gnarly old seniors. But rules are made to be broken. The call went out for fosters, and volunteers stepped up. All the puppies, who now have names and a safe place to land, came into the fold. Dolly & Dixon, George, Pearl, Slick, Keeper, Doug, and Ansell began their new life.

 

It includes many things they'd never encountered before. New noises, rules, leashes and collars, things to chew and not to chew. Crates, even going potty in the grass. It also includes cuddles and loving, treats, vet care, kisses and snuggles, toys to play with. All of this while we wait for Part Two to begin.

Part Two begins when they find their forever home. Until then they are growing, learning, playing, pooping and thriving in their foster homes. Well, hopefully not pooping "in" the foster home. All because they got lucky the day they were dumped. Because people stepped up to the plate for them. Because rescue programs exist. And yes, ultimately because people choose to adopt, not shop. 

Carry on you Great 8, with your puppy shenanigans, wiggle butts and velvet ears. We've got you and will see that you get only the best.