ZINGO was a
stray picked up by ACC. The poor guy is sweet as can be, a
10 year old intact male, with a growth the size of a softball on
his butt. He is being treated for conjunctivitis, kennel
cough and worms. He will need 2 surgeries for the mass,
which is too large to remove at one time.
Zingo's first surgery for
neutering and the mass is scheduled for Thursday 3/14/2013.
UPDATE Zingo has made it through his
surgery. He was neutered and had a portion of the mass on
his butt removed. Great news for Zingo, the mass was
benign. He is a real love, and gets
along with other dogs. He is an easy going senior, and he
deserves a home to call his own. HIS FOSTER MOM HAS
DECIDED TO KEEP HIM, knowing he will always need her special
Zingo - after
Zingo - after
This should bring a smile and a
tear. This is the hardest part of rescue: no, not the
neglected/abused, wanders out of the woods, or has a
clueless owner; it's the owner/family that has done
everything right by their Springer, and life circumstances
forces them into a choice for their Springer - namely the
decision of surrender. I always hope life circumstances
change for them, and they can get another fur companion!
The bright part, obviously Augie
had another role to fill in destiny. (We'll call it a
second act, and one for which she was well prepared.)
Augie had some health issues,
and we wanted to make sure we had her well on her way, to
continue her journey. Augie is a great dog, a testament to
the family who raised her.
A couple from the Southern Tier
applied to adopt a dog, Augie sounded like a fit. The day
they drove the 3 hours to meet Augie, we found out she had a
UTI. Oops, she is not going anywhere until that is cleared
up. It was obvious Augie loved them, but I made them come
back 2 weeks later to scoop her up...
(Grizzly Bear & Moose are both
Springers!) Here is Augie's new journey.
Dear Susan and Barbara,
I want to believe in reincarnation. I loved my Grizzly
Bear with a passionate commitment to everything about him. And it was
returned by him. I never believed I could love a dog as much as he and
Moose. Then there was Augie.
On the way home, she was quiet and well-behaved. She
explored about an hour out from you, and found she could stand on the
center console. We watched her as she contemplated her moves. Then she
found my lap. She was too big to hold after awhile. We had to stop to
get her in the back seat again. The move was made again. She loved my
lap. We stopped in Sydney for a walk and water and such and it was
decided I should sit in back with her. She wanted my lap. Upon our
return to our yard, Moose was let out of the house and they sniffed and
began immediately to play; tails wagging, sniffing, actually romping.
We stayed outside and enabled them to address each other; but it was as
if they had grown up together. Nothing harsh or threatening or
jealous. It took her one day to decide she could sit on the furniture.
Now she and Moose share ends.
This has been an unbelievable adaptation to a new
climate, environment and family. We walked her by leash for 2-3 days
and then let her off while we stayed in the yard. She has never
ventured away from us. She has all the Springer characteristics of
staying close and guiding and guarding. She immediately nudged and
"talked" for petting and attention. She found the back door once and
continues to know its exit and entry. She sits and looks out the window
with such sweetness. We have no carpet in the living room, as we are in
the process of renovating. I put carpet samples down on the floor in
front of the window and she sits her big butt on that little sample. I
have the 2 new "Frontgate" beds I bought for Grizzly but never used and
she has totally nested in both. They are big and soft and cushy and
supposedly good for older, arthritic dogs but she seems to say they are
hers. One is in the bedroom, so she sleeps next to me. The other is in
the living room and when she is not gazing out the big window or on the
couch or in the chair with me, she is in that bed. Oh Yes, she manages
to get her big self in the chair with me. It is a hoot.
And outside....She is not graceful. But, oh my, she
loves to run. She runs full out. She and Moose chase each other. She
plays keep away with his ball. She goes after sticks and does not know
what to do with them but she postures to play. She is awkward and
ridiculously funny. And yes, she swims! I went in the pond and she
swims to me and John. She swims and swims. She loves the pond. It is
a playground. She discovered that when she goes there and tours the
bank, frogs make noises and jump. Her favorite outdoor play is chasing
frogs into the pond. She has found the cattail environment and LOVES it
for all its noises and critters. She has found the chipmunks in the
railroad ties and the snakes in the stone well. She doesn't know what
to do with them but she is really funny to watch. She and Moose have
gone out together and she has never left the yard. She goes to the line
we first walked her on and since day two, she remains on the property.
She always comes when she is called and she seems to understand what our
commands are. I think she pays attention to Moose to know what to do
because I cannot believe she can learn so much within less than a week
to now. She is phenomenal.
Oh right, she found the cat on the second day, growled at
it and chased it and it has fled. Wander, the cat has returned to the
garage, though, after a couple of days. We moved her food and bed
there. Augie has sniffed everything and now she is not at all
threatened by the smells and the cat seems to be adapting. Moose always
chased the cat. It was their game. So Moose seemed a little annoyed
when Augie chased the cat. I am pretty certain that this will work
itself out. Wander seems to be grasping that Augie is not a threat and
they can be friends like she and Moose are.
Moose and Augie now engage in daily, several times a day,
chasing each other back and forth and wrestling. It is hilarious and it
is loud because of no carpet. Augie ends up covered in drool but she
LOVES the play. They have become best friends and keep each other very
occupied. She has become extremely active and is developing muscle
tone, you can actually see. We feed her twice a day whith occasional
midday small lunches and she gets treats for "business" and "potty".
She does everything according to command. Her coat has become rather
full and curly and soft. She looks wonderful and she seems to feel
great. We have water everywhere for them to drink and she partakes of
A really precious moment was the other day. John was
sitting on the couch. Augie nudged her way up. John fell asleep and so
did Augie. But John had half his body dangling off the couch and Augie
had her face planted between the back and into his side and her paws
over his legs. I did not have a camera. Speaking of which we have
tried to chronicle the first 2 weeks for you; because this was such an
unbelievable sequence of like , love and care. Augie has hit the dogie
heaven and we have hit the Augie's heaven. It feels as if she has
always been here. I have a friend who is a "Native American Seer." He
has not visited here in over 8 years. He came on Monday. He believes
dogs, horses and bear, reincarnate. He believes Grizzly found the host
dog in Augie.
He believes that while Grizzly was aging and becoming
disabled, he would not give up his family and home until he found the
right dog. And all things took place from there. Augie needed a home.
Grizzly needed to stay. And we needed our Augie. There is more to it
but it sure is special thinking about it.
Anyway, I have gone on and on. I will tell you we fared
just fine on the hill we live on but our little village of Wellsburg, my
mailing address, was wiped out. I have agonized over all the villages
and towns down route 20 that have become mud pits . I am endeavoring to
contribute to these villages. I can drive truck or tow trailers. I
have a great deal to give in terms of household items and clothes,
tools, kitchen everything etc. I contacted my senator and assemblymen
and asked where I can leave things because the road and bridges west of
us are collapsed. The bridges we came over to get Augie are gone or
severely damaged. People have been wiped out. We have been extremely
luck . If you know of centers where I can drive to to contribute items,
etc. please let me know. Between where you are and where I am, people
have lost everything. We gained Augie just before it all happened. We
are even more blessed.
WE think of you all the time. Stay in touch. You have
our complete regard and respect for all you do. And now our
friendship.............Lynn and John............
‘heart warming rescue story’
is about a dog that has faced
incredible hardship, and someone steps forward. Yes, Spencer was no
longer wanted and so needed a new home. He was not that
neglected, or lost dog”,
just not wanted. You could say he had a
higher calling in life, and it was time for him to fulfill that role.
(almost 8 years old at adoption) is such a wonderful dog for our
family! It is so funny to see him "spring" through the snow in our
backyard. He's a very laid back dog who loves to just sleep on his bed
in the kitchen, but he never fails to jump up and joyfully greet any
member of the family who's been out of the house for any length of time.
epitome of the "therapeutic pet," Spencer has been a great comfort to
Zach (age 8) as he recovers from chemotherapy treatments for his
leukemia. Spencer likes nothing more than to lie next to Zach on the
couch and watch over him. At the same time, Zach's brother Mesafint
(age 7) has a lot
of energy, and so he is the one who takes Spencer outside before and
after school. It is now impossible to imagine our home without
Spencer's calming domestic presence, positive energy, and unconditional
time dog-owners, we can't say enough positive things about the help and
advice we received from ESSCLI volunteer Patty Penree who prepared
Spencer for a family as his foster-trainer and who probably spent just
as much time preparing us to be good owners. The people of ESSCLI gave
us the information and confidence to bring Spencer into our home, the
support to help us adjust in the first weeks, and most importantly,
provided for all of Spencer's needs from the time of his
surrender/rescue to the time he came into our home.
Zach interact with Spencer for only a couple of months, we wish that
every child battling cancer had the chance to have a close friendship
with a loyal companion like Spencer.
“May” knows the start of her adventure. She has made sure to touch a
number of hearts and take us all on quite the journey. Our part of her
journey starts with an e-mail:
Sent: Wednesday, May
19, 2010 10:47 AM To: email@example.com; Subject: Lost Spaniel Showed up on our Doorstep
My name is Claire and about two weeks ago we had a dog show up on our
front lawn. We live in the country and it looked like the dog had been
on quite a journey. We're not sure about the exact breed, but are
confident it's a spaniel (either Springer spaniel or Brittany spaniel).
The dog obviously comes for a nice home, seems to be house broken and is
very friendly (even knows several commands). We prefer not to send it to
the local pound if possible and were wondering if you are accepting
rescues? Tonight we are going to see if it has a chip implanted, because
as of now our newspaper postings and radio announcements haven't brought
forth an owner. If she doesn't have a chip, would we be able to connect
her with a local rescue rep?
Thanks in advance
Gini, a long time volunteer, saw the
e-mail maybe all of 10 minutes after it came through and wrote back
asking if they could send a picture. If this little female appeared to
be a Brittany, we would find Brittany people as a resource for the
little one. The follow up is proof that there are wonderful people that
take in our
(Somehow the dogs always know which lawn or porch or deck will be
Lost Spaniel Showed up on our Doorstep
I'm Claire's Mom and I'm sending
you a picture. Before you open the photo please understand that we
thought the dog was dead on the front lawn before we approached it. She
could hardly move from exhaustion. Her hair was almost all gone from
scratching the fleas. We took her to a doggy bath place and cleaned her
up, checked her out. Her teeth look healthy and her gums are a good
pink. For the past 1 1/2 weeks we have had her we have given her meds
to help her stop itching and fish oil and grease to help the skin and
hair do better. There has been great improvement in her personality and
the hair is starting to grow back in. I don't think she was abused, I
think she just traveled a great distance (we are REALLY in the
country). Our local SPCA has a chip reader and we are going tonight to
see if the dog has one.
Thank you for any help.
Lost Spaniel AKA May
The little one obviously needed a name, as we figured out the
logistics of getting her from western New York to foster in the
Capital District of NY. So we came up with
fitting, new beginnings, spring, and a Springer! Her journey
was about finding that special someone. . .
Well they found each other! And her new Name!
Lily May has quite a rescue story as she was found in May 2010 in
Allegany (near Buffalo, NY) collapsed on someone's lawn. Happily, the
homeowners took time to find a place for this little English Springer
Spaniel, who, no doubt, looked pretty strange as she didn't have much
hair and she had mange. She had been living in the wild for who knows
how long. Attempts to find her owner failed.
Island English Springer Spaniel Rescue organization was able to take her
in, so she traveled to Hudson, NY, where she was wonderfully cared for
by ladies with a kennel (they volunteer for LIESS Rescue and keep
several places in the kennel especially for rescue Springers). She was
named "May" for the month in which she was found, and visited the vet to
treat her mange, get vaccinations, and to discover any other problems
she might have. She was diagnosed with Cushing's Disease, so that
needed to be stabilized.
registering my wish to have another English Springer, and being
interviewed by phone, I was happy to meet this little 35 lb girl. She
and I seemed to do very well on that first meeting. In advance, I was
prepared for the fact that she would need to have daily medication for
the Cushing's and to have plenty of visits to the vet for check-ups.
It's thought she is about 8-10 years old.
brought Lily May home on October 2, 2010, slightly nervous as to what I
was letting myself in for. However, I needn't have worried as the
ladies at the kennel are well practiced in matching their Springer
rescue dogs to a new family. Within a couple of weeks, she had settled
down really well. Some of her behavior is probably the result of living
in the wild - she can pee, poop and eat on the run, and when thirsty
will check flower pots in case there is rain-water to found! She often
needs to snuggle up close, and also to know that you'll be back. I'm
relieved that the wooden fence around the garden has chicken wire that
goes below ground level - otherwise she would be out in the wild again.
She loves running, as fast as possible, around the garden -- in and out
of the trees and shrubs, and around and through the flower beds. Not
surprisingly, she has a yen to catch every squirrel she sees! Cushing's
and her age seem to not slow her down.
responds very well to her most recent name and is quickly getting the
hang of several other doggie things that humans appreciate, like not
peeing in the house, not jumping on visitors, and not chewing on shoes
or other human belongings. I know she would eat off the table or leap
up on my chair if given the OK, but she understands that that is not
acceptable behavior. She'd even send an email if she could just
get her paws around that keyboard! We've been through the drive-through at the
bank where she's really happy to get a treat; she's slept through an
hour's wait in the car while I shop; and, best of all, my "kennel guy"
adores her friendly behavior with all his other guests - allowing them
all equal time at his side! She is proving to be a wonderful companion,
is easy-going, and is very friendly with humans and other dogs.
May has that Springer smile!
Diana doesn't know one
part of the story; May met a number of people who thought she was sweet.
May was polite with them all, but it was obvious she was
thinking: "you're not the one for me!"
When May met Diana, May rolled on to her back,
testing to see if the belly rubs were going to be the great. I
guess May found them perfect: "you are the one for me!"
ATHENS -- Two Greene County men who allegedly cut a dog's throat
and dumped him on a country road were charged with felony animal
Michael Scheir, 32, and Joseph Wheeler, 24, both of Athens, told
police Frankie, an English springer spaniel, had nipped the face
of a child, so they decided to kill it, authorities said.
They took a kitchen knife and drove to the roadside to allegedly
of the dog, they told police. According to their statements,
Scheir tried to cut one side of the dog's throat but experienced
some difficulty, so Wheeler took the knife and slashed the other
side of the dog's neck, troopers said. They then allegedly
tossed the pet out the car window.
Authorities say the investigation began on April 18, when a
resident saw a car pull away from the roadside and saw the
occupants of the car dump an English springer spaniel on the
State Police Sgt. Lisa Barkman said the animal was rushed to a
veterinarian with cuts from a knife on both sides of its throat.
The vets saved the dog.
"He's doing physically much better now, but emotionally he's
damaged," said Ron Perez, president of the Columbia-Greene
Humane Society, which took the dog in. "This was a very
gregarious dog before this, according to a former owner, but now
if a man tries to get close to him he gets antsy. We have women
tending to him."
Perez said a group that specializes in caring for English
springer spaniels is interested in adopting Frankie.
After the dog was brought to the hospital, it was noted he had a
location chip inserted under his skin as a puppy, and his
original owner was tracked down. That man told authorities that
he gave the dog to Scheir because he could not care for him any
State Police in Catskill charged both Scheir and Wheeler with
aggravated animal cruelty, a felony under the state's 1999
Buster's Law, named for a Schenectady cat that was set on fire.
They also are charged with animal abandonment, a misdemeanor.
The pair were arraigned and released on their own recognizance
pending further court action. They face up to two years in jail
and a $5,000 fine if convicted on the Buster's Law violation and
up to a year in jail and a $1,000 fine on the misdemeanor,
All Times Union materials copyright 1996-2006, Capital
Newspapers Division of The Hearst Corporation, Albany, N.Y.
Article reprinted with permission
The article you just read was the beginning of Frankie/Toby's
He was adopted on Memorial Day of 2006. Below is a letter
that he wrote to rescue about his first year in his new
want to thank you for all you did to find me a home. I am the
happiest dog alive. Everyday
is a happy adventure. I live with 2 other dogs and 3 cats and
they all love me, and I love them. I have a fenced in yard and
every day we play fetch early in the morning and again at night.
I love to run along the fence and chase cars as they go by. I
LOVE romping thru my mom's garden, and --even though she thinks
it's filled with flowers and plants, I know better--they are
actually little pillows for my head. I go for walks lots and I
went to puppy training class, where I learned a few things that
I sometimes forget. I have a special chair near a window where I
like to look out and watch the chipmunks play. But I am really
allowed on any chair I want. I get really good food--sometimes
roast chicken, my favorite. I feel very safe now so when people
come to the house I let them pet me and I don't think they will
hurt me--even the men are nice when they come over. At night, I
am so tired from being happy, I sometimes fall asleep in my
mom's arms while she watches TV. Then we go upstairs. I sleep in
the middle of the bed, at the top, on the double pillow top. My
mom doesn't need an alarm clock, because she says my breath on
her neck in the morning wakes her up....and then we start our
day all over again!
I turned 3 in April and we had an ice cream cake and everyone
sang. On Memorial Day, we celebrated 1 year in my forever home.
I am the happiest dog alive, and my moms say I am the sweetest.
Thank you from the bottom of my paws for helping me find my way
JOYS OF ADOPTING A SENIOR
Senior dogs are my passion.
They need us so desperately. They LOVE us so much for
giving them a place where THEY are loved.
Seniors have taught me that
there is no limit on love. You can love a puppy for exuberance;
you can love an oldster for quiet reserve. No matter what, you get that
love back threefold.
This letter came from Debby Campbell after she and
her husband adopted Max at 13. I think it says it all!
Dear Nanci, . . . Am enclosing some
photos - not terribly good, but I love the one of the 2 sleeping in the
back of the car. It says everything!! (Max is a great car traveler by
the way) We are very happy with
our guy. And he seems happy with us. I can't believe how lively he is
and how he has gotten our 9-year-old-Lab to play with him. I realize
that she has probably been a bit depressed for years now. Maggie, our
old springer, was out of it the last little while. Max is definitely a
counter cruiser! - and the two of them tag-team to see just what they
can get into (like two pounds of brown sugar !). . . . Many thanks for
your understanding and help in getting us together with Max. Hopefully
he will continue to wag his tail for many years to come. We took him to the vet
and his thyroid was low normal (1.5) - so he's on a month's worth trial
of thyroid meds. Hopefully his fur will fill in a bit - otherwise, he's
Again - thanks. Fondly
We now call him MAX
-A - MILLION - that's what
he means to us!
Our two beloved volunteers, Maryellen and Fred
Pheiffer, probably understand the love of Seniors more than anyone in
this organization. They take ONLY Seniors, giving them a place to
complete their days because no one else can take them. You can read
about their love and devotion to ESS rescue in the
A Story of Survival
Why do we do what
Dylan's story can
He had kept his
mistress company and comforted her during her long illness.
But now that she had died, Dylan himself had gotten sick from
stress and was in the emergency vet's in Brewer, Maine.
His mistress's friend Roberta was worried. Although he
seemed to be rallying, it had been discovered that he had
Addison's disease: stress could rapidly lead to severe shock and
death. The death and his confinement at the vet's were, of
course, stressful; and more stress lay ahead.
The first was
another move. A longtime volunteer, whom he of course didn't
know, picked him up and brought him to me on the Maine coast.
Another new person and another new place - with four new dogs to
meet. Then came a visit to yet another vet where he spent
a week under close monitoring. Dylan toughed it all out:
he was recovering. But what would come next?
Addison's is a lifelong condition: Dylan would never be well -
and his medication would cost $50 a month in Maine and who knows
What did come next
was a phone call. Cheryl Manning wanted to adopt a
Springer. She is an RMT; his condition did not scare her
off. Quite the contrary. She hopped in her car,
drove from Vermont to the coast in a snowstorm, and took Dylan
back with her to his new home.
Now Dylan is
spending much of his time in a hospital - but not as a patient.
Now he's a caregiver. He's a certified therapy dog
bringing his happy-go-lucky spirit to cheer up hospital
Here are a photo
of Dylan and an ode Cheryl wrote in his honor.
Hold your mouse
over the poem to stop scrolling.
"TIMOTEO TELLS HIS STORY"
Hi! My name is Timoteo. That's
Spanish for "Timothy". You can call me
Timo. Unlike many of the stories you'll read here, I'm a
My first family was a Puerto Rican couple, Jorge and Cristina,
who were studying medicine in Mexico, where I was born. They
raised me from a puppy and taught me excellent manners. In
Mexico, I was trained for the show ring and was actually shown
when I was much younger. I stayed with them for nearly five
years. They were really nice to me, and I was very happy and
loved them very much.
After they graduated from medical school, Jorge and Cristina got
jobs in New Jersey. They had a baby girl who had medical
problems, and I saw them less and less, as they spent time at
the hospital with Isabel. They loved me so much that they
decided to contact ESSCLI-Rescue to find me a new family that
would give me the
attention I deserve.
I first met Dave and Marji in my old
home. They seemed nice. They got down on the floor and played
with me and petted me, and I was happy to curl up next to them.
(Of course, I'm that kind of dog; I'll curl up with just about
anyone.) A month later, Jorge drove me out to their house, said
goodbye, and left. I was very confused and scared. I had lived
my whole life with Jorge and Cristina, and I didn't understand
what was happening.
It took me awhile to realize this was going to be my new home,
and that I would have to train Dave and
Marji how to take care of me. They treated me well, but
I still missed Jorge and Cristina and Isabel. Gradually though,
I became comfortable with my new family. They took me on nice
walks to parks and ran around with me. They bought me fun
toys. All the kids on their block like to come over and pet me.
Then we took this really long car ride. I got really scared. I
was just getting used to these people, and I was afraid I was
being taken to someone new. But it turned out okay. We went to
a nice cottage in Maine, and for three weeks I got to romp in
the woods, and wade in the lake and go swimming, and ride in a
canoe and rowboat. It was fun!
I like my new family now, and I think
I've just about gotten them trained how to take care of me.
(Well, okay, I wouldn't mind a little more food! I like to
eat!) We go for nice walks and rough-house before they go to
work and when they come home. (I wish they could be home
more!) And we went to Maine again, this time for a week.
So, as I said, I've been lucky to have good homes -- twice.
June 27, 2003, Zachary was bailed out of the Animal Refuge League
in Westbrook, Maine by Nanci LaMarque and Emily Shepard. Nanci
took him home to meet Daisey, King and foster dog Buck y, hoping
that he would soon be adopted because her house was getting
smaller by the minute. When Nanci picked him up she was horrified
by the "hot" spot that was 8"x10" on his
neck… red and covered in pus. She took him to Dr. Tom
and he prescribed the appropriate medication. His bio said that
he could be a little traumatic in the car… (didn't appear
that way), might fight over food (didn't), and other assorted
problems. He was actually a "dream dog". And Jim fell
in love with him. But so did Emily. Emily, Nanci and the guys
all went out on the ocean in the boat a couple of days later
and Zach joined them. He spent the day in Emily's lap, kissing
and hugging. Now
Emily has three Springer Spaniels too, so she
really couldn't take him, but she told her mother how sweet
he was. Suddenly, Emily's mother, Jean Williams and her stepfather,
Frank Moreau said, "We think maybe we would like him".
So on July
5th, Nanci and Jim took Daisey and Zachary up to the lake to
meet Daisy, Barney, Oliver, Jean, and Frank. Oh, and Arrow Cohen
from New Jersey was there too!
love at first sight. Frank basically adopted him on the spot.
Zach played ball with the other dogs and got along famously.
He spent a couple more days with Nanci and Jim until Jean and
Frank could buy him all the right collars, food, and toys, but
on July 12 he went home to Buxton, Maine. A new dog has been
added to the collection of "Maine-iacs" and we have
no doubt that he is enjoying every minute of his spoiled existence
even as we speak!
Infamous "Mr. O"
INFAMOUS 'MR. O'" Marjorie
Silver of New York City contacted ESSCLI Rescue’s Emily
Shepard to see about adopting one of our available dogs. She
had spoken with both Emily and Marge Silverthorn, and kept looking
over the list of dogs. At the same time there was an owner surrender
named Duke was being fostered at Bob and Betsy January in Westchester
County, NY. Marjorie knew that to see any dog it would be tough
to get there as she would have to rely on someone else to get
her there to meet and greet any dog that she liked. Marjorie
would have to be at the will of others in finding a ride since
she does not own a car; most people in the city do not. After
some more calls to volunteers she finally spoke with George
Billeci. George suggested that she look at Duke, now known as
Oliver. Never meeting each other, but knowing that she really
wanted to see Oliver, George was more than willing to pick up
Marjorie and take her to the January’s home on his way
to his place in upstate New York.
and Marjorie met for the first time at 1am at the doorstep of
her apartment building, up until that point they had only spoke
on the phone. She asked him how she would know that it was him
at her doorstep, he said he would be the man with his two Springers
and a cat. Hard to miss that in NYC at 1am! But then again,
it is the city that never sleeps?! Thus began the adventure
began to unite Marjorie with Oliver. When they arrived at the
January's, it was love at first sight for Marjorie, though Oliver
was not trained at all. He did not know how to walk on a leash,
would be skittish with any loud noises or people coming at him
from any direction, but it seemed like he was willing to learn.
Marjorie decided to take him, so Oliver’s first night
was spent at George’s home in the country.
return to the big, bad city, it was obvious to Marjorie that
Oliver had no manners, no training, and was going to be a handful.
So she began working with him tirelessly to handle the ins and
outs of Manhattan, the apartment building, etc. He constantly
would turn his attention from sound to sound and it was particularly
difficult to walk past a bar on the block. Since then Oliver
has become very good friends with the bouncer at that bar, he
always gives him pats and treats which is the key to any Springer's
heart! After some patient training from Marjorie, he is able
to walk on the leash and waits for commands from her before
going anywhere, very eager to please. Oliver had to learn quickly
what "drop" meant one day when he caught a pigeon
from the street in back of the movie house, he had never picked
up food from the street before so this was a new one to him!
I guess you can take the dog out of the country, but not the
country out of the dog!
Infamous "Mr. O"
He is still
working on greeting other dogs, he will wag profusely with one
that he likes, but will bark his head off when he sees one that
he doesn't. All in all, Oliver trained quickly and soon became
so well behaved that he loves to greet any stranger that talks
to him especially ones that are sitting on a bench… must
be because they are "on his level". One day his adeptness
at greeting people crossed paths with a complete stranger in
charge of finding models for catalogs. The man approached Marjorie
to ask for her number so that he could contact her to possibly
use him. Imagine that, a wayward pup to a possible pin-up model!
Only in NYC! During the whole adoption process Marjorie and
Emily became very friendly chatting often with each other about
Oliver’s progress. To reward Oliver, his Aunt Emily sent
a care package with some rawhide munchie balls in it. Oliver
was addicted, and considering he is in NYC where you are suppose
to be able to find everything in, there is not one store that
carries his rawhide munchie balls. Thank goodness his Aunt keeps
him well supplied or he would be continuously pawing the closet
dog had officially become the infamous “Mr. O” of
NYC. He is SOOO well behaved through the noise, commotion, and
smells in the city. Marjorie took the leap of faith that she
and Oliver would be the best of buddies, which he has proved
with his kisses and snuggles. She had turned this dog in the
rough to a sparkling diamond that Tiffany’s would be proud
years of missing Bowzer, Terrie Cohen's four pawed family member
of 17 years, Terrie's husband, Lee finally was convinced that
it was time for a new dog. Terrie surfed the internet and found
ESSCLI--Rescue and filled out an application. She and Emily
Shepard talked, discussing several dogs. Soon after that first
conversation, Emily called and suggested that possibly the right
dog might be available in New Jersey. The owner had made a deal
with his fiancé to get rid of the dog when they got married.
They were in the process of redecorating and the fiancé
didn't think that the dog went with the new décor. Although
Terrie was about to go on vacation, she felt that she needed
to go and meet this dog, Arrow, immediately. When the owner
was contacted he said that the dog was 6 years old, hyper, stressed
and black and white with freckles. He was not allowed to kiss
faces, get on the bed or he was yelled at.
16, 2002, Terrie and her daughter, Janice went to see Arrow
and he was so dirty that it turned out he was actually liver
and white. He was tied to a stake in the backyard and looked
like he had been forgotten and was starved for attention. But
instead of giving him attention, the owner came out and handed
Janice a candy bar to give to him telling her that he had one
thought that possibly Arrow was crazy because of the chocolate.
She decided that he needed her and she would take him home.
The owner gave Arrow two valium because he said he was crazy
in the car. Not surprisingly Terrie was beginning to wonder
what she had gotten herself into.
and the chocolate were immediately cut out of Arrow's daily
routine. Terrie figured she could balance him out, he probably
only needed the valium because of the chocolate. After a number
of calls to Emily, Terrie said that she was thrilled with Arrow
and he was the perfect dog for her. Soon she offered to help
with rescue and was put to work.
Arrow is a well adjusted, sweet, loving dog. He moved in and
knew it was to become his home. Now he has to sleep in the bed
between Terrie and Lee every night. He patrols the yard and
keeps his house safe. It's his way of earning his keep. Although
Lee was never a dog person, he is today. Arrow has won his heart
and Lee walks him faithfully every night. Janice calls Arrow
brother and plays the role of older sister. Although Arrow can
never take the place of Bowzer, he now has a special place in
three hearts for eternity.
and Joey" Judi
Rodgers and her husband Bill Green had JW, an English Springer
Spaniel, for 13 years and in 2002 he crossed over the Rainbow
Bridge. Although devastated by his passing they knew that soon
they would need another English Springer Spaniel to fill a hole
in their hearts.
ESSCLI Rescue and Emily told her of a 5 year old male Springer,
who was in a shelter in Brooklyn, NY. He had been there for
about two weeks and was in desperate need of rescue. Although
the shelter was not normally open the day after Thanksgiving,
Emily made arrangements for Judi and Bill to visit Parkly. He
came bounding out of the back and immediately licked Judi and
then ran to Bill. Bill took him for a walk and noticed that
he had blood in his urine. Since Judi is a nurse, she knew that
she had to take him home and care for him, so home he went.
After a check at the vet, it was determined that he had a urinary
tract infection and impacted fecal glands.
went shopping for a new bed and toys, he snubbed the rawhide
bones that he was offered. But a few months later he became
the "bone chewer" of the family. He is very protective
of "his" bones and eats them twice as fast as everyone
else in the fur family. Come to find out, he was once very well
trained. He has wonderful manners and also has a few tricks
up his sleeve.
bringing Parkly home, Judi contacted Emily again and said that
she would love to help out rescue and would keep her eyes out
for any English Springer Spaniels who needed help. In February,
she and Bill noticed a desperate plea from the St. Francis of
Assisi shelter in Jersey City, NJ. They decided to take a trip
there on their way home from work. What they found was a frightened
liver and white beauty. He was cage aggressive and it took some
time and patience to get Joey out. Once again Bill took him
for a walk. This handsome three year old won their hearts again.
He resembled JW, but had his own distinct personality. Joey
jumped right into the SUV and decided he was headed for "home"
and there was no turning back.
Emily and told her about the dog and Emily asked when it would
be convenient for someone to pick him up and take him into foster
care. As you already know, the answer was… "NEVER,
he is staying here!"
Parkly and Joey are happy, in good health, and love their sister
Lydia (an American Cocker). Joey is Bill's dog, almost knocking
him over when he gets home from work at night. Parkly is still
the king of the bones! All three dogs love one another and it
could not be any other way. They sleep next to each other every
night and eat their meals together without any problems.
Judi and Bill failed at fostering, they won the love and gratitude
of two very special dogs and ESSCLI Rescue too!
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