Rescue groups.

Growing up, I had a total of four dogs.  All were obtained as puppies from a breeder. As an adult,  I got Melvin from a lab rescue group.  At the time I was in a breed specific mode, about to lose one lab and hoping for another and the rescue part felt reciprocal.

Since then, my love affair with all things rescue has grown exponentially.  It may border on stalkish behavior I get so involved in each profile, trying to think through who that dog would be perfect for and then emailing that person about him/her. While I appreciate breed specific rescue groups, I also love that there are rescue groups out there that take in every dog they can, regardless of breed.

Two of my current obsessions favorites are Lost Dog Rescue and Danny & Ron’s Rescue.  Lost Dog is a local (VA/DC/MD) rescue group who takes in all breeds, all ages, all circumstances.  Lost Dog fosters most of the dogs (and cats) however they also have a 61-acre ranch where they can house overflow dogs and cats as well as other animals (who they won’t adopt out but will give a lifelong home to), including chickens, goats, INSERT ANIMAL HERE.  I mean seriously, how awesome is that?! They have upwards of 50-70 adoptions per week, due greatly in part to several adoptions events throughout each and every weekend.

Danny & Ron’s is another ‘come one, come all’ rescue group with a wider geographical reach.  Danny & Ron are affiliated with the horse show community so while they take in dogs who are mostly in SC, they are able to adopt out across several states as they can do transports via horse-show trailer caravans.  Brilliant.  They also work closely with Paws for Seniors.   Are you kidding?  You had me at hello.

Daily, I’m thankful for all the wonders of the Internet and this World Wide Web thing, mostly for what it has done to catapult the reach that rescue groups have to potential adopters. And of course that it brought you to this blog, doy!

Mary Poppins.

Melvin is around little ones from time to time, although he is not well-versed in all things youngster.  I have a lot of faith in his intentions but I also recognize and respect that new situations require supervision.

At Christmas, my then one-year-old niece was crawling toward him/on him and he made a noise.  It was somewhere between a growl and a moan-of-delight (because she tasted like Cheerios) but I was quickly reminded that he was outside of his comfort zone and we took it slow.  He did great.

Yesterday, his human GF Hadley came over and Melvin made her giggle with delight.  I trust him, but I stayed close by. Hadley is an animal lover so it’s always nice when Melvin can practice his ‘be-gentle-you-can’t-step-on-her-or-you’ll-crush-her’ manners.

As you can see, it was just tortuous for everyone.

Tracey Tuesday.

As the decorator of Melvin’s house, I wanted to share two new photos I’ve purchased recently.

Those of you who know me have probably heard one (or all) of the below from me at one point or another.  I love every, single, sentiment on this new framed photo!

This next sign just makes me smile!  It’s so true, the people (and animals) in our life are best cared for when we are sure to take care of ourselves also…

Mount you? Don’t mind if I do.

Melvin thinks he’s small.  This is evident when he greets people as well as when he climbs up on them.  Take this weekend for instance…

Melvin ‘leaned’ on my dad for a while until finally my dad lost feeling in his legs.


I love Grampy!

Later, my friend V stopped over.  No sooner had she taken a load off than a larger load mounted her, literally…


Mind if I come up on this seat for one?


Stay still while I maneuver.


I’m comfortable, are you?


Actually, I’d be more comfy if I sat. Please hold me.


I like to sit facing the other way. Let’s do this.


Quote from V at this point: “Is he going to try to make love to me?”


Hold my butt while I stare out the window.


Do downward dog on a girl on a pink chair. Check.