Tuesday, May 3, 2011

meet the pack

The fact is: for 3/4 of my time (about the time that I spend in NY) I don't have pets anymore :( ... feels so weird.
But when I go back to my home town in Italy, I have my two trouble makers, plus my parents' other two (reality is now my parents are stuck with all four)... 


Meet the pack:
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Lucky: female, about 7 years old, full blood "heinz 57". 
I was supposed to be her foster mom, yeah right.
Lucky
Adopted and returned to the pound 3 times, she was scheduled to be euthanized. They called me if I could foster and see what it was 'wrong with her'.
What is wrong with her? oh, boy...
Long story short... she has allergies to almost anything: I mean, grass of all kinds, trees, pollens, flowers, roots, dust, fleas, mosquitos... did I mention that we used to live in Texas? 
I didn't want her to be intoxicated with benadryl so I got an appointment with a vet dermatologist to start the vaccine and immunotherapy... guess what? she had a severe allergy reaction to the immunotherapy.
She won't walk with men. She used to freak out just to see men, but got better, actually she loves my husband and my dad a lot, but when it's time to go for a walk, she only wants her mommy; which is kind of rewarding, right? Ask me how I felt when I was sick!
She is also freaked out about any noise known to men, and since we moved to Manhattan, that became a serious issue. She wouldn't want to walk outside, to the point that I had to carry her out of the door and sometimes even in the streets, because she would 'play dead' and lie on the sidewalk (with people asking me if my dog was sick - the answer yes, but only in her head)... ah, and she refused to pee or #2 on a surface that wouldn't be grass: which meant 3 miles round trip x 4 times a day to the closest dog run. 
I could go on and on, but I said this would be the short version...


Spota: male, about 5 years old, a golden retriever wannabe dog!
Spota
He was a stray in my neighborhood in Houston. I chase him down for three weeks, bringing him food every day to gain his trust. If I think at the amount of hours walking around, heat or rain, trying to catch him, it's insane. 
He was so popular in the neighborhood that the night I've got him (with the help of three guys and a female (dog) in heat) everyone stepped outside and clapped their hands!


This is the picture of him in the crate the night I finally got him, he is not smiling, he's actually panting and wining...


Turned out he had heart-worm and all kind of parasites inside and outside his body. 
Fully recovered, got neutered, and he's a happy, goofy, laid back guy :).








Birba
This is Birba, which means 'trouble maker' in italian. 
Female, about 8 years old, another great full blood mutt. 
She destroyed all the legs of our patio furniture when she was a puppy (seriously, looked like we had an invasion of beavers).
Now she is down on plastic bottles (that would steal from the table) or toys. 


She is not big on sharing: the toys are mine, all the attentions have to be for me, food is mine, whatever you think is yours it's mine. 
...Got the picture?








Gilda
The story couldn't be closed without Gilda, my mom's very own baby :)... I gave her to my mom almost 17 years ago, and believe it or not, she is still alive! ...And rules the house, of course! She weights  4 lbs, has a deadly breath, not very many teeth left, has cataracts, almost deft, but for the most she is fine! 
You should see her jump up and down when is food time!




If you made it through the end... thanks for survive all this bla-bla-woof-bla!
xox, d.



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