Echo’s Fund: Help Save a Dogs Life

Echo, rescued from a breeding mill, has been healthy for 6 years. Now, she needs emergency surgery to save her life.

UPDATE: Sadly, at 2am on September 23, 2013, Echo passed away at home with us hours before her surgery. We loved her very much, and will continue the fundraiser to pay for remaining vet bills and cremation of her body.

Echo
Echo started life at a puppy mill as a breeder. She lived there for 3 years until being turned into a shelter and adopted. Another happy 3 years went by, until her owner was no longer able to care for her, and she went back to the shelter.

A local rescue, Mini Mighty Mutts, took her in, sending her to foster with us. From the moment we first saw her we knew she wasn’t a foster, she was ours.

Echo started life at a puppy mill as a breeder. She lived there for 3 years until she was rescued and taken to a shelter, where she found a loving home, but not her forever home.

Three happy years went by, until her owner was no longer able to care for her, and she went back into ashelter. A local rescue, Mini Mighty Mutts, took her in, sending her to foster with us, Nina and Dianne. From the moment we first saw her we knew she wasn’t a foster, she was ours.

On September 6, 2013 we took Echo to the vet because her body had suddenly swelled with fluids. After several tests there was a tentative diagnosis of liver failure. While waiting for the date of her ultrasound appointment, Echo took a turn for the worst. She suddenly could hardly stand or raise her head. She was unable to drink or eat. She was rushed to an emergency vet, and after hospitalization and an ultrasound, it was discovered she has a severe infection on her uterus. An abscess had grown on her uterus, and was dangerously infected. The vet has said if she does not have her surgery to remove that part of her uterus she would die. Sent home with medications and care instructions, we are awaiting her surgery date and giving her the best care possible to help her survive.

Please help us to save Echo’s life. The estimate for medical expenses are $1000 (US). We have started a fundraiser (linked below) or you can donate directly to my paypal. If you cannot donate, please visit the Give Forward page and share Echo’s story, or using the links at the bottom of this post, you can share through your social media.

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Chico the monster

Yes, I am really going to post about one of my dogs. It’s for a few reasons, one is that he is awesome, which might be like when a person has a kid and thinks its awesome, when the kid is just regular variety kid. Next is I started writing this story yesterday and it’s from a dogs perspective. It’s not horror, and not erotica (ew, from a dogs perspe… just, no), it’s just, well, sad. Really sad. Dianne read some of it and said “this is really depressing”.

a royal affairSo I’m taking a break from that depressingness today to play video games, annoy my dogs, watch youtube videos, and possibly watch the movie A Royal Affair

(which if you don’t know, its a historical drama with a little romancy bit, and its all in Danish, which is just the best combination of everything really. Unless someone has tea and danishes for me to eat while I watch it. Damn, now I’m disappointed I don’t have those things.)

 

 

 

Now, please meet one of my awesome dogs, Chico. I call him Chico Monster, and we often tease he looks like a dancing bear or one of those Racoon Dogs (do not google that term, you mostly end up with really depressing articles about them being made into shoes, which will make you possibly want to kill yourself, or someone, or just be filled with impotent rage).

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A Racoon Dog
Source: http://www.waza.org/en/zoo/visit-the-zoo/dogs-and-hyenas/nyctereutes-procyonoides

We adopted Chico from a rescue we used to foster for. He was already 9 years old, and his owner had passed away. The person taking care of him couldn’t keep him, saying her dogs didn’t like him, and that he pee’d on everything. He was a little mess when we picked him up. His left eye is missing (no idea why), his fur is all undercoat, and he was completely bald from top to bottom on his spine. Turns out he has a thyroid condition, which is why his fur is just the soft floofy undercoat and the baldness. He also had to have several teeth taken. Sometimes a combination of issues like that make a dog more adoptable, because he’s such a mess its considered cute.

We finally decided to adopt him when we left the rescue. We didn’t want him to move to another foster home, since that rescue was full (most are), and had quite a few fosters that were actually hoarders.  I just thought of his life, how he had this one person his whole life that loved him, and then that person was gone. Now he was being moved around for possibly years, until he found a home. I didn’t want him to feel like that, and I actually fell in love with him the longer we had him.

Now his thyroid is under control, but he’s older, so he’s developed a little arthritis, and begun to go blind in his existing eye. One of the things that makes him awesome is despite all of these things, he is so happy. He dances around when its time for dinner or treats.

So damn happy you can't be in a bad mood with him around

So damn happy you can’t be in a bad mood with him around

When I’m laying down on days I don’t feel good he snuggles onto my shoulder and does this strange snortle in my ears, which forever makes me laugh. Occasionally he’s protective of me, which is endearing except that he growls at Dianne when she kisses me goodbye in the morning. He’s a tough little guy, he takes all of his medicine, some of which he really hates (they eye medication primarily), without being a pain about it. Even some of his fur has grown back on his back, so he’s not all bald. He gets strange looks at the veterinarian, and a friend of ours has nicknamed him a “hot mess”. He has a kind of grumpy friendship with our other dog Butch, who is also a little older, and I call them my grumpy old men club.

I forgot to mention the snoring

Ok, one last favourite thing. Everything is his. If we foster puppies he tries to take care of them, cuddling with them, playing with them, and generally watching over them. When we took in a stray cat that our neighbours abandoned, every time we brought her to the bed to try to acclimate her, he always ran up like he thought “hey, you brought my cat!”. He does the same thing with our bearded dragon too. (If at this point you’re thinking, dear god this person has a lot of animals, you are correct).

Right now he’s sleeping on the couch next to me (with pretty much all the dogs), but he’s happiest when he can get as close to me as possible. He’s a manipulative little booger, and knows I won’t move him if he’s being cute.

I wanted to write more, but now I realize I’m rambling, and I actually have developed a really terrible migraine in the 20 minutes its taken me to write this, so I’m going to down a ton of pills and hope my brain stops trying to liquefy itself.

Not pictured: three other kinds of pills I had to take after these ones as well.

Not pictured: three other kinds of pills I had to take after these ones as well.

Grumpies

I know this is something dumb to blog about. Seriously, I haven’t posted in like a week and I really should do this more often. The blogging, and writing, not having the grumpies.

Ok, so the grumpies are just that. I’m grumpy, restless, I don’t know whats going on. Maybe its because my migraines have actually been worse than usual (what? right). Ok, I’m writing like I talk sometimes, which is just not good. And I say seriously all the time.

So (I say that tons too) I was thinking of taking a xanax because of my grumpies. But, it makes me sleepy, which is not good, cause I feel blah already. Then, I shouldn’t take my xanax for anything other than panic attacks… and rage. Ok, its really for the panic attacks, but I have serious heavy duty rage issues. I should totally talk about that sometime. Actually, here.

So there are some things in my family I think are hereditary that are probably not, but all of us, or the majority of us, totally do it.

  1. Rage- serious, attack your car with a baseball bat, throw my laptop across the room and accidentally hit your foot with it rage. Ok, that was a remote. I wouldn’t throw my laptop, I’m way too poor. I do slam it around a lot and call it a douche face though.
  2. Mornings- none of us can get up before like, 11am, if you’re lucky. Its just not possible. And when we do its not good. I can do things, but I’m not actually awake until 1pm. I was in trouble my whole senior year for this. Partially my fault, partially my aunts.
  3. Work ethic- totally sucks. None of us are good at working, or like to work. I know most people don’t like to work, but this is like “I’d rather be evicted than keep this dumb fucking job. I’m going back to bed.”

Ok so thats all. I’m watching a dumb movie that is funny, and somehow that annoys me. I don’t like comedies or romantic comedies that are funny but just…. easy and stuff. Like my brain doesn’t have to think to process this movie. Its uh…. Friends with Benefits. I’m so lazy, I’m not spell checking this shit, or linking anything.

 

This is my dog Echo, she’s impersonating me in the morning

PS: I hate having to pretend I like kids. I seriously want a cookie every time I’m nice to a kid.

PPS: I might actually be published in something. I’m not sure if it will be a printed book or just an e book. It would be awesome. I think.