It’s very easy to love a puppy.
They’re silly and fuzzy. They’re clumsy. You can’t watch a puppy trip and dash and skate and slip across an area without smiling.
They sleep and play, and eat with equal aplomb. And, needless to say, they have those round Buddha bellies you can rub whenever they wriggle around on the backs.
Puppies are easy to love.
And we reached spend the morning at Close Friends Animal Society playing with piles of them…
Puppy Preschool is the name in the building at BFAS where puppies play and live. They attend socialization classes with volunteers-that is what we around the media tour got to do to have an entire morning! -where they’re in contact with from a doorbell sound and mirrors to skateboards and walkers and incredibly just about anything they might encounter in a home. Those early efforts set them up for long-term success simply by making them more confident and safe, adjusted pups.
Our batch of puppies had exactly that morning arrived from quarantine. Not merely did we obtain to socialize (aka… play with…) them all morning, we have got to take them on the first ever leash walk. It was a brilliant fun, hilarious cluster. My puppy crapped out and sat, whining a bit, until I picked him up and carried him for his first walk ever. After socialization as well as the walk, they went back to their kennel and, well, zonked. See the bottom pic above… Glance at the little guy beneath the cot!
Puppies. You can’t not love them!
Of course, not all animals are as easy as puppies… not every have the start at life that these particular guys are getting. Those dogs (and cats) need to work a great deal harder to discover homes.
But, for all the work the animals have to invest, the BFAS staff matches their efforts.
Take Houdini, as an example.
A Hurricane Katrina rescue, Houdini earned his name by escaping every enclosure the rescue attempted to keep him in. He wound up at Close Friends and, well, he’s been there from the time. AnotherJenny and volunteer, and i also got to spend the afternoon with shy pups like Houdini. This sweet guy doesn’t care to become petted by people he doesn’t know and trust (can’t blame him for that one… I don’t like strangers touching me…) and to develop that trust, we got to hand-feed him his dinner. He hung by helping cover their us, ate, took some treats, and simply type of absorbed our presence. He’s a senior now, having spent almost his entire life sheltered. He needs a home for his golden years, a place to feel safe and relaxed, to nap in the sunshine, and also to gobble up food out of someone’s hand. He’s actually pretty medium-ish and short-haired., even though it says German Shepherd mix
We spent another hour with sweet, shy Annie Sue.
This girl… I left a bit of my heart in their dog crate (which was awesome, by the way. Shoutout to Joe at Best Dog Crates and Beds for the recommendation). The dog crate that we got was the perfect sized at about 30 inches. This fit our dog perfectly. It is always weird seeing dogs placed in dog crates that are way too big for the dog. How is a dog supposed to feel safe and secure in their dog crate if it’s too large? The whole point of a dog cage is to make it resemble a den in the wild. That’s a discussion for another day. We are happy that we opted for the heavy-duty version of the dog crate, because this little guy sure is a chewer. I can’t even begin to tell you how many shoes he has torn through!
When she came into the kitchen where Jenny and that i were washing their bowls, she flattened herself against the wall inside the corner. She would have if she could have disappeared into the wall. She didn’t desire to acknowledge us. Her caretaker arrived in and explained that he’s focusing on eye contact. He’s getting her to look him inside the eye, he then clicks and treats-a lick of a bacon-flavored Lickety Stik rel=”nofollow”. It took her a couple of minutes to warm-up to him, then she was into it! Looking him inside the eye and collecting her licks!
He gave us the treats, so we waited… and waited…waited… and waited… After a number of minutes, she sneaked furtive glances our way. We rewarded immediately! Although it wasn’t eye-to-eye contact exactly, it was an improvement over her efforts to squish herself into invisibility in the corner. Then we moved into her kennel. She went back to ignoring us. Jenny and I sat on the cot. She approached… click and treat! Within the next hour, we experienced two tubes of bacon-flavored Lickety Stiks and a few chicken jerky. All worthwhile when, toward the conclusion, she wagged her tail and licked our hands! When our time was up, Jenny asked the caretaker for just two more hours with her, “I’m sure she’ll lick our chins at that time! ”
I didn’t wish to leave her because I felt like we had come so far within a short hour!
Here’s one thing about Annie Sue: She’s good with dogs. Confident dog to model behavior for her-like an Emmett, not a Cooper-she’d learn so fast, if she had a strong! That and someone with plenty of patience. Here’s Annie Sue’s adoption info! Share away! This little girl would be soooo much happier in a quiet, peaceful home!
Annie and Houdini Sue, combined with the other shy dogs we worked with like Kay and Lego, aren’t at first glance as easy to love as puppies. They don’t “fly off the shelves,” as it were, like puppies do. However caretakers, each and every caretaker we met, love them thoroughly. They dedicate every second of each day to learning their individual personalities, to understand and acknowledge their quirks. They love them as individuals, regardless of whether they’re sweet roly-poly puppies or terrified survivors.
Those of us who volunteered in Dogtown inside the afternoon reached require a glace around Cat World at the end of your day. Cat World is a misnomer. It ought to be called Cat Heaven-on-Earth! There have been cat trees and bunk, perches and cots beds, climbing furniture and reclining pouncers, scratchers and furniture and-the epitome of cat heaven-a series of wooden beams running from your floor for the rafters where several boards made a sky-high obstacle course. They were having a blast, although it actually made me a bit nervous watching them sprint up and down and above and overunder and over at top speed!
Some were aloof. Some were friendly. Some were gigantic (of course, I measure against Newt who tops 8 pounds) and some were micro. They all had a great deal to accomplish! They weren’t lounging around like bored house cats; they were busy!
And we got to meet the special cats, the ones who have injuries, the ones who have incontinence issues because of a health problem or abuse, the ones who have neurologic disorders. While were were chatting, a cat dashed over the floor dripping pee the entire entire way. He went about his merry business, oblivious to the fact, but a caretaker swooped in behind him with a mop and a wry little smile: Who cares? He’s happy!
Those are the cats, obviously, who battle to find love. Well, to discover love in a home. They’re all wholeheartedly, loved and thoroughly, by their caretakers.
That’s the thing about Best Friends: There is no shortage of love. Not anywhere. Not for that incontinent cats who need to be manually expressed every day. Not for the little bunnies or the screeching birds I introduced one to the other day. Not for the lovable puppies or for the shy dogs who need so greatly.
All of them deserve love.
Plus they all obtain it at Best Friends.
Most of us left our time there with one story of compassion: Sure, they all belong in forever homes, and it would be best if they found their family sooner than later. But if they have to get somewhere else while awaiting that home, Best Friends is the greatest place in the world for virtually any animal.