For the past few days I kept posting several pictures of my dog asleep in her most treasured possession, her pillow. I never actually told you why she loves it so much. Some years ago, my mom saw a dog being rescued in the street with all her puppies. Turns out some of the people involved with rescuing her worked with my mom, and they decided to make a whatsapp group to help pay for vet bills and to find a place for her and her puppies. They found their home, but it’s harder to find homes for adult dogs, and she was very scared, and untrusting of people from living in the street her whole life.
They called her Valentina, because the name was very popular, but also because the word valente means brave in Portuguese.
She was in bad shape, thin, and with a skin condition. It would be hard to find a permanent home for her.
For whatever reason, my mom told me she wanted to foster the dog for a few days, until we found permanent shelter for her. Just a few days, she kept telling me. So the day comes, we took her in, my mom took her out for a walk, and when she came back, I looked outside and there she was sitting with Valentina on her lap. I asked her for how long the dog was really staying with us, and she said “if possible, forever”. I still don’t know why she wasn’t honest from the beginning because she knows how much I love animals; there was never going to be a way either of us would ever not want to keep her, anyway.
She was terrified of people, and would hide out under the car on her first days here, and it was hard to get close to her for a long while. But one of our dogs started playing with her, and slowly she would hang around us more. My mom felt bad because she would sleep on only a mat, so she gave the dog an old pillow and Valentina took that pillow as her favorite thing. But she would still run away if we came close to pet her while she was on her little bed.
Months later, Valentina finally sat next to me while I was eating to ask for a piece of my food (pão de queijo, because she has good taste). And I was so happy, I cried a little. It took over a year until she trusted us fully.
She learned how to ask for food, for treats, for pets. But she has also learned that in the morning, she wants us to take her pillow from its place my mom’s room and put it in the living room. And at night, she wants us to put the pillow back in my mom’s room. And she knows that if she sits in the specific spot for her bed and stares at us in judgement, we will bring her the pillow. It’s been years now. She is absolutely close with my mom, it almost seems she understands that my mom was the one who decided to adopt her. She got healthier, fatter, happier.
It took years of building trust, and now she lets us pet her, and doesn’t run away in fear. I don’t know what happened to her while she was living in the street but it made her so scared. But what matters is she found safety and belonging here. And everywhere she goes in this house, her little bed has to come along.
And sometimes, my other dog likes to lie down on Valentina’s bed (she has one of her own) and Valentina just stares at us with profound disappointment.
Life is good. I’m glad we could make a difference in her life, because she changed ours too.
Hey so it turns out this little fucker is going to cost us $3-4k out of pocket to fix his leggie
I would not normally ask anything of you folks, because my Patreon is honestly enough, but J and I are committed to making sure that Ghost has the best chance of a healthy, mostly-pain free life and we are covering this out of pocket so we can do it in the optimal time window. If you can share his Gofundme, it would help us not have to pass on any of his recovery or neuter costs onto his future adopters and make sure that Ghost gets plenty of treats while he rests up. Donations are awesome but sharing is even better. Thanks for helping our silly little guy get his leggie better ❤️🩹
Dog photos under the cut because hey, not everybody’s thing
I just showered my dog but didn’t wash his head and he looks so stupid oh my GOD
WHY does he look like he’s a narrator of a film that’s just come to a satisfying conclusion that wrapped up using a motif from the starting scene? He’s so SMUG
Bluetick Coonhounds are gorgeous little bundles of love. Up until they spot a squirrel. Or a cat. Or someone's discarded shoe. Or their owners leave them for a grand total of 18 hours, in the care of a throuple.
Blue's a two year-old sweetheart. You just fall in love instantly, but also notice that our yard becomes her sole object of focus and that any moment spent outside the yard is reacted to with the exuberance and pathos of a Romantic poem's character tearing their shirt open with lovesickness.
And the baying. Jesus Christ, the baying. Coonhounds don't bark, they bay. It's a two-tone call designed to fill up urban loft spaces from top to bottom and that's probably real quaint out in the country where breeds like this actually belong - but the poor thing's a Montreal native. She hasn't had a trail to follow all her life and her hunting instincts are wasted. So, she turns to urban surrogates. Wandering housecats, mice, rats, smaller dogs, foxes. Long before she was dropped off for us to babysit, she even came close to tearing a skunk apart.
I'll never have the nerve to criticize my friends publicly, but it does confirm the idea that "adopt, don't shop" is only half of a greater axiom.
The whole thing should go adopt, don't shop - and adopt responsibly. Whatever you do, don't pick a breed designed from the ground up to fit specific pastoral needs, if you're going to be living in the suburbs or the big city. It's comparable to the Huskies and Samoyeds my friend at the SPCA occasionally mentions. You'll find owners of these dog breeds who entirely know what they're getting into and who try to help the dog to cope with its unenviable environment, and you've also got others who go "It's a dog. How bad can it be?"
And, well, I respect my friend and his GF, but I know for a fact that they adopted a Bluetick with that kind of mindset.
There's the kind of frustration dogs can get that play can evacuate, and then there's what you get when the animal clearly is stuck in a constant malaise. Huskies in milder climates who aren't given tools to manage their heat, greyhounds who can't run - or blueticks who can't hunt.
We have been having a busy little summer over here
Just got back from four days in the back country near Mt Adams with our wolf pack, celebrating J’s birthday. We went kayaking for the 4th, walked the wildlife refuge and then came home and went to an art installation museum with a giant light up ball pit. Next up we have my friend’s wedding, my birthday 🥳, and a little Bend getaway.
All of you stay cool and don’t forget to explore indoors if you’re in the heat dome! ☀️