Ginger Bear is available for adoption

gingerGinger Bear is a beautiful, sweet collie girl, with an immune system disorder which affects her skin. Her family sadly surrendered her to MWCR when their vets were unable to successfully treat her condition. Ginger Bear has responded well to a high dose regimen of Prednisone that she is slowly weaning off. Her foster mom often calls her “fuzzy wuzzy” as she is re-growing all the hair that she lost. Her first five years, living in North Carolina in a quiet serene environment, she had no problems, but moving with her family to Wisconsin (and a home on a busy, high traffic street) two years ago, things changed and she was plagued with bouts of skin eruptions and hair loss. Her foster mom is confident that she will be able to continue her excellent recovery with no, or low dose levels of Prednisone, and a life in a quiet, loving forever home.

Ginger Bear is a “velcro” collie. She absolutely loves her people and will follow them everywhere. She is friendly with all people and other dogs. She is house-trained and has wonderful manners (other than occasional counter-surfing and dog bone possessiveness), knowing sit, stay and come. She is a happy girl, with great energy for a 7 year old dog (D.O.B. November 11/25/09).

Her ideal home would be one that could continue to provide her with great care, good food, stability, low stress, and of course lots of love. Although she does not have separation anxiety, she would thrive in a home with someone there most of the time, as her greatest joy is to be with her “person” or “people”. She could be an only dog, or share a home with other quiet pets. She will definitely need a home where her outside area does not have exposure to cars, as she is car obsessed, and will bark and try to chase cars, which causes her stress thereby likely contributing to her skin issues. Ginger’s foster mom loves her and wishes she could adopt her, but already has four dogs of her own, and regular foster dogs.

Check out Ginger Bear’s updated bio and pictures! http://mwcr.force.com/apex/MWCR_AllAdoptionsView 

The photos show her now, when her skin condition was at its worst, and before, when she lived in North Carolina. A beautiful Collie girl, now and then.

Rascal and the Girl Scouts

Cindy and RascalCindy Willman took her collie Rascal to speak at Spring Lake Park (Minn.), Girl Scouts Troop 13575, led by Kyria Tarnowski and Nicole Lier. Each year the girls choose a topic and Cindy was asked if she could bring Rascal to a meeting and speak about MWCR.

‘They’ talked about the rescue’s goals, volunteers and fundraising. Cindy also told them Percy’s story, and of course, Rascal’s own rescue story. The girls enjoyed listening and even received some swag from Cindy (can coozie, bandana, pet safety sticker). Cindy offered to match any funds the girls collected for MWCR. They raised $200 for a total of a $400 donation. Thank you Cindy, Rascal and Troop 12575!

 

Laddie Luke checks in

Laddie and Emily

Laddie and Emily

Hi, Laddie Luke here. I have been thinking about life again. Here I am, going to be seven years old this May. I have been with my family four years this coming August, and it’s time for me to start acting more like an adult. I mean, while it is fun chasing those nasty old motorcycles, ducks, squirrels and rabbits I should be doing more meaningful things now. I am sure now and then I will be able to indulge in swamp running, but maybe not so much anymore.

This occurred to me on a walk by the river. Emily and I love to go walking and running by the Mississippi, but I have noticed that lots and lots of people ask my Mom “what kind of dogs are they?” They notice that we are “just gorgeous, and very friendly.” Other people have never heard of Lassie, or they call us Lassie dogs. It occurred to me that I could be a Rough Collie Ambassador! With Emily Ester by my side we can educate the local people about how great collies are! Also this is an area that I can be in charge! Emily tries to run the household, but she is more reserved so I can run up to people and say “I am a collie, “My name is Laddie!,” just like the old 1960’s puzzle for kids. Then Emily can run up and say you may pet me too if you wish.laddie puzzle

I am including some pictures of one of our walks when I introduced rough collies to three teenage girls. An ambassador means presenting the very best to the public of the entity that you are the ambassador for. I will try and do my best representing rough collies. Plus, don’t tell, but it’s also great fun!

– Submitted by Laddie Luke Gibson

Adoption update: Daisy

Submitted by Jim and Ruth McDonald

DaisyIt didn’t take her long to fit right in! When five grandkids came over, she couldn’t make up her mind which one she liked best, so she herds them into one loving pile and enjoys them all at once. She runs up and down the sled hill, wondering why the kids are screaming, she begins barking, and soon realizes they are having fun! In the summer, she runs full throttle with the four-wheeler, as mom exercises her … as if she needs it. Yet, she has her calm time on the couch, bed, or anywhere else her people may be.

Daisy is becoming an adult dog rather quickly, but still shows her ‘puppy’ side when we least expect it. That little cocked head as we talk to her. That quick jump onto the bed so she can be closer. The cold wet, nose nudge that comes moments before the alarm clock. Her head and shoulders bent down between the rungs of the gate, wondering why she can’t go to the grocery store too? Yes, our wee daisy is filling our life with more joy then we could ever give back. She has ‘dug in’ to our lives. We are all family.

I would like to thank her for just about … no, for saving my life. Late last summer here in Missouri, it was miserably hot! Jim and I got home from church, Jim went inside and I changed clothes to ride the four wheeler a bit. Daisy and Kelly, as usual, ran alongside me once around the nearly six acres. I knew it was warming, so I went to the garage to get the long clippers to trim a few low branches, so Jim could mow with tractor without head dodging. I stopped and started the vehicle several times to trim, as the dogs lay in the shade each time, waiting for me to continue. Daisy stayed very near, as I had to command her to move out of my way a few times. I was working on a sticker bush on the far side of the yard. I could see Jim coming my way, so I paused. My legs felt weak, and a tiredness came over me. Jim took the cutters, said it was 3:30! He wanted me to take the four-wheeler and go inside. I drove around the garage, parked, and headed for the walk out basement door. I nearly passed out trying to go inside, due to the temperature change. I saw the dog water and began splashing it onto my face, then took my t-shirt and soaked it, squeezed the water onto my head. I was in the shade of our deck where no one could see me. I went to the corner of the garage and did what I thought would be a loud holler for Jim. It wasn’t much more than a whisper! I was in trouble, and had to find a way to get Jim to help me. Lassie go Home, I thought! No, crazy idea. Try anyway! Daisy. Daisy. She was right there eager bouncing left then right. Go get Jim!  Waved my arm in the gesture to the gate then circled my arm toward Jim. The same gesture I give here when we come home, telling her to go to the back door. I did this about four times, each time she ran closer to the gate. The last time, I included Kelly’s name. Daisy took off barking, running circles around Jim, until he followed her to me. Jim aided me and Daisy stayed sooo close, until I was able to come into the house. Yes, collies are smarter than we think! Daisy, saved my life. I MAY have been okay without her, but you will never convince me. A true Rescue Collie!Daisy and Kelly

She loves to catch toys, unlike her sister Kelly. Kelly looks at you, wondering why she got hit in the head with the tennis ball.  Daisy cheerfully grabs the ball and it’s game on. Again, or should I say … still! She keeps us young, with her free spirit behavior. Daisies, Do Tell!

Buck, the sledding collie

Submitted by Deborah Franks

Buck_March coverOn the heels of a mega snow storm on the east coast, I thought back to some snow days we have had with our dogs. Our fur family is mostly collie/collie mixes with a hound and an inheritance mixed in.

Our late Austin, a blue merle collie, loved to eat snow. Especially the snow that collected on the bench in the yard. Our hound, Sunny, loves to run through it. Of course, she just loves to run anyway. Even in the warmth of the summer. Hannah, our collie/sheltie mix, will throw herself down into the snow, wiggle around in it, and then push herself into a slide down the short hill in the yard. But our star is our collie/border collie, Buck. Anyone who knows our Buck knows what a character he is. You never know what he will figure out in that amazing brain of his. Some days, I swear he is part human. He is a legend in the rescue we adopted him from.

Shortly after we moved to central New York, we got our first taste of a “lake effect” winter. Snow here, in the winter, can seem continuous at times. The good part is, our snow is great for winter sports. We even got our first taste of snowmobiling as there are trails everywhere here. It was the first time we had ever seen a snowmobile pull up to the gas pumps, fill up, and take off into a field.

Buck sleddingBut I digress. During one of our first snow storms, Rich (my hubby), brought out an old ‘SnowWing’ sled he found in his travels. It was big enough that, as he got ready to head down the hill, he could pile on a dog or two with him. Any of the dogs, that were interested, could take a ride down the hill. For almost an hour, Rich played with the dogs on the hill in our backyard. Buck hitched a ride as often as he could. When he wasn’t on the sled, he was running alongside of it. He never seemed to tire. Buck even figured out how to grab the rope and pull the sled back up the hill. Of course we laughed as we know how smart he is.

Rich finally got tired and decided that he had had enough. He propped the sled up against the fence, near the house, and came inside. As we pulled our snow gear off, I looked up and saw Buck. He wasn’t done yet. Buck wanted to keep sledding. He had managed to pull the sled down off the fence. He aimed it down the hill and had his two left legs on the sled while he used his two right legs to push himself forward, like a skateboard. I quickly called Rich and we watched in amazement as Buck hopped onto the sled, sat down, and headed down the hill. When he reached the bottom, he grabbed the rope in his mouth and headed back up to the top to go again. We let him go one more time on his own. When he returned the second time, Rich took the sled away from him. Buck wasn’t a happy camper but, as it was a weekend, we weren’t up for a trip to the emergency vet if he hurt himself. Rich was going to prop the sled back against the fence but, as Buck had already figured out how to pull it down, I suggested he put the sled outside of the fence. I could see the wheels spinning in Buck’s head as he tried to figure out how he was going to get the sled. He quickly gave up though.

Thankfully.

We all headed inside to sit near the warm woodstove while Rich and I had some hot tea. Another exhausting, yet enjoyable, Buck escapade behind us. Never a dull moment in the life of our Buck.

Serenity Ginger Bash

SerenityI have been at my forever home for almost a whole year. At first I was very timid and hardly ever made a sound. I’m over that. I went to obedience class with my little sister, Fauna, a cocker spaniel, and we got treats and praise for learning words and doing what we were told.

Sometimes I would rather do what I want even though I know better. There is nothing better than chasing squirrels. Last month Christmas came. I got really anxious about all the stuff moved around in the house. Then we went for a ride to a big farm with lots of people and trees. There were other dogs, too. Now, that was fun! I rode on a wagon and helped by keeping one of my people from freezing to death (pictured). On Christmas morning I got presents. I opened a frosted cookie shaped like a bone by myself.

I’m sure the next year will be as exciting, and sometimes scary, as the first one.

Barks and kisses,

Serenity