Saturday, June 24, 2017

Champ goes home

Sparky (left) and Champ (right)
Trooper and Champ
Champ went to his new home today. There were a lot of people interested in him, many of which would have provided a good home for him. That makes it tough, but he went to a local home with two other rottweilers so I feel pretty good about it.  Here are some pictures of Champ in the dog yard this morning before his adoption and a couple at his new home.

He's a sweet, sweet boy with all the best rottweiler qualities. If you like rotties you'd love Champ, and he will love you right back.

My handsome boy, Sparky

Champ (right) is much bigger than the resident badass rottie
in his new home. I love this pic for the lines of the dogs' backs
and their little stubby tails.

Friday, June 23, 2017

Short walk

It's been hot so I've used Maya's sore foot as an excuse not to walk. That excuse is wearing thin, particularly since her foot hasn't seemed to be sore for a while now. Today was less hot and humid than it has been, so I took Maya and TJ out for a three miler. Three miles isn't that long, but it was enough in this weather and it was more than enough for TJ. He rarely shows his age, but the heat is hard on him (he's a husky after all), and walking uphill is particularly hard. I chose a route without much elevation change, but there was a bit of it towards the end and it really slowed him down. TJ would never admit that he wasn't up to hiking any distance in any weather, but I think I'll limit him to two miles or less in the summer. Shorter walks make sense for most of the dogs, but that means I need to get out much more often.

I hope to have Champ, the rottweiler, and Jack, the young shepherd, in new homes soon, so I can concentrate on giving my own dogs more time and attention for a while.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Maya hits the town

Wednesday was the day the Batteau Festival came to Scottsville. Batteaux are long very shallow draft boats previously used to move goods on the rivers in Virginia. They are propelled by river current, and controlled by a long sweeping oar of sorts mounted on the rear end and manually with poles. The festival is an annual event consisting of a flotilla of batteaux and associated canoes and kayaks that accompany them. They put in on the James River in Lynchburg and float down to Richmond over a period of eight days. They camp along the river en route. It sounds like fun, but you have to remember that Virginia is hot, muggy, and buggy in the summer and it's likely to rain during the time, and the accommodations are primitive at best in most places. Plus, it's not easy work. If the river is low the boats are likely to get hung up on rocks and they are big, heavy, and unwieldy. The only solution to getting stuck is to get out and push.

Wednesday was the day the boats got to Scottsville so we went down to see. We walked along the river for a bit, probably a dozen boats were in at that point, and then we headed over to James River Brewery, the real purpose of the trip.

There was a good crowd at the brewery and several other dogs. Maya doesn't pay much attention to other dogs, but there was a puppy who wanted to be her friend. The puppy wanted to be everyone's friend. Maya was good with the pup, very tolerant, but eventually told the pup to beat it. Maya has become quite social and she made a point of going up to everyone within reach of her leash. Lots of people know her down there.

Solstice sunset

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The hunger strike is over

Champ wouldn't eat the first few days that he was here. That's common with shepherds, so common that we refer to it as the German Shepherd Hunger Strike. It's much less common, in our experience, with rottweilers, who will typically eat anything, anytime, anywhere.


Here's a typical feeding scenario for a new German Shepherd:

First Feeding:
"That's not my food, that's not my bowl, and you aren't my daddy. I couldn't possibly eat that."

Second Feeding:
"As if."

Third Feeding:
"That's the same stuff you've been pushing for the last couple days.  Not likely.  Nice try though."

Fourth Feeding:
"Hmmm.  Smells ok, you seem to be ok, the other dogs eat it, I'll try a couple bites."

Fifth Feeding:
"This is really pretty good; I love you, daddy, I'll eat anything you put in my bowl."

Champ is now eating like a big dog.

This is a typical scenario for a new foster rottie:

First Feeding:
{Sniff} {Snarf until bowl is empty, and look up} "Um, is there any more?"

Second Feeding:
{Devours food in seconds} "That was good, but seriously, where's the rest of it?"

Third Feeding:
{Hoovers up the food} "Dude, I'm a rottweiler, not some scrawny German Shepherd, we need more food. Is there a shortage?"

Fourth Feeding:
{After inhaling food} "Okay, I've been thinking. You are obviously low on food so I'm going to help you out. Have you noticed how cute I am? Take me out in public, preferably to a pet food store, and I'll hustle up some food by looking cute and pitiful. It won't be hard at all. I'll even share it with the other dogs. Yeah, sure I'll share it."

Fifth Feeding:
{Empties bowl in seconds and licks it clean} "How long till dinner? I might survive until then if I conserve my energy."

Sparky has been seen playing with
Champ when they are outdoors.
I always just wait out the hunger strike. If they are upset enough not to eat, chances are that their digestive tract won't be too happy with food at that point anyway. Champ is very much a rottweiler, but his reaction to food was more typical of a German Shepherd for the first few days. He did eat at first but he vomited it up, ate it up again, and barfed it up again. After that, I didn't try too hard to get him to eat until he was ready. Finally the time arrived Monday morning. I put him in an outdoor kennel alone with his food bowl, but only about half the amount I would have fed him. When I came back later, the food was gone and the bowl was gone too. He had taken the empty bowl back into the a-frame house in that kennel. I gave him some more in a new bowl and he did the same. Now he has a collection of bowls back in there that I'll have to fish out with a long handled rake, but at least he's eating.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Rottweiler humor, and miscellaneous pics

Champ is doing well, aside from peeing in the house, which is causing TJ to do the same.  Grrrrrr. Here's a picture of Champ and my favorite rottweiler joke, followed by a few pictures of former fosters.

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said:  "Jesus knows you’re here." He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard a voice....say, "Jesus is watching you." Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. 

Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. "Did you say that?" he hissed at the parrot. "Yep", the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I’m just trying to warn you that he is watching you." The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?"
"I'm Moses," replied the bird. "Moses?" the burglar laughed. "What kind of people would name a bird Moses?"

"The same kind of people that would name their Rottweiler Jesus."

This is Otis, formerly Duke, in his new home.

Action on Playstation K9.
That's Theo down front, Trooper mid-level left, Gigi mid-level right, and Duke lower right.

Mostly the same picture, minus Theo, but I caught Trooper in mid-bark.
The whole neighborhood hears what Trooper has to say.

Kona, formerly Cookie

This is Rocco, formerly Simba.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Duke goes home

Duke was getting pretty comfortable around here, and we were getting pretty comfortable with him, but it was time for him to have a home of his own and that happened today. He's a nice dog, we will miss him, but he's got a great home. We had his spot filled, over filled really, before he left when I brought home Champ yesterday. One in and one out keeps our number steady at 10, for now anyway.

Oh, and I am happy to report that he went to his new home with his weight on the upswing and producing solid stool.

Duke's new sister was very happy to have him.

New, large tennis balls were waiting for him and he
took to them very quickly.

Saturday, June 17, 2017


Champ arrived today as my new Green Dog Unleashed foster. He came from a cat rescue group, the Madison-Greene Humane Society, as a result of an usual string of circumstances. I couldn't recount it all if I tried, but thank you to the Madison-Greene Humane Society for rescuing him, vetting them, neutering him, and for the entropion surgery to fix his eyes.

Let's get this nasty bit of business out of the way:
Entropion is an abnormality of the eyelids in which the eyelid "rolls" inward. This inward rolling often causes the hair on the surface of the eyelid to rub against the cornea (outer part of the eyeball) resulting in pain, corneal ulcers or corneal erosions.
It's been fixed and his eyes have healed up, they just need some fur to grow back on his face to look completely normal.

Champ is about 18 months old and he weighed 105 when he was recently neutered. He must have felt miserable until his eyes were fixed, but he's ready to enjoy life now. He seems like a sweet and friendly rottweiler. I gave him his own space in a kennel today to observe all the other dogs, but in the evening I introduced him to Max with no problem. He wags that little tail as hard as he can to let you know he's happy.
He's got an extra wide tongue.

No issues meeting Max.
He was fine in the kennel today, but was happy to get into
the dog yard and stretch his legs and check out everything. 

We had a rainbow with no rain after Champ arrived, that's got to be a good sign.
There's nothing quite like that rottweiler smile.
He mostly ignored Max, which is smart.