Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Pawsitively Organic

By Scruffy the Schnoodle, co-star of Kneading to Die
by Liz Mugavero

I knew the lady named Stan needed to be mine the minute I saw her. Well, to be honest, the minute I tasted the treat she fed me. Then after that it was the minute I saw her. Yeah, food is pretty important to me. I’m okay with it.

My name is Scruffy. I’m a rescue dog from down south and I’m very cute. I was living with my mom and siblings, and then some mean humans who didn’t want us hanging around our pad brought us to this terrible place. I don’t know what happened to the rest of my family. I don’t really like to think about it.

Anyway, like I said, I’m cute. So when the lady who was saving dogs came through, I was one of her first picks. It must be my raccoon eyes. She put me in a truck and we drove for a really long time. When we got out of the truck finally it smelled different. In a good way. She said we were in New England and that I’d smell the ocean soon. I decided I liked it.

But I still didn’t know what was going to happen to me. I was staying with some other dogs, and we got toys and food and play time on the grass. It was nice, but I knew I wanted a home.

Then the Stan lady came to visit the rescue lady. She brought a big bag of treats with her. Boy were they delish! I was being shy and didn’t want to come out, but as soon as I smelled those babies, I got over that. I had two treats and then I sat with the lady. Aside from her funny name, she seemed really nice. And I think she liked me. But she said she couldn’t adopt a dog right now. She had a cat, though. I think I’d like to live with a cat. I heard the rescue lady trying to convince her to take me. I’m fine with begging. I howled a little, too, to drive the point home.

But she left. I saw the way she looked at me, though. I know she’ll come back. So now I have to figure out the best way to convince her to take me home when she does. I’m getting a haircut soon, I heard. I’m sure I’ll get a pretty bow. And I’ll blink my eyes a lot. That seems to work on people.

I know I’m going to get to go home with Stan. I just know it! If you see her around Frog Ledge, put in a good word for me, okay?

How did you pick your rescue dog/cat?

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Liz Mugavero is our guest at Killer Characters.

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  1. Cute helps! And so does having the right temperament and personality to fit into the human's life. Sally-Forth and Tally-Ho are brother and sister, and it's hard to remember, now, how I coped without their furry help.

  2. Sometimes it's not cute. IT's just a feeling. That's what happened when I went to the shelter to adopt. I saw this black and white cocapoo whose name was Georgia. I told my friend who went with me that she didn't look like a Georgia, but a Sadie. That was it. She's been with me now for 6 years and I can't imagine my life without her.

  3. They rescue least all mine did. I am grateful they picked me as one of their animal companion guardians. =)

  4. Yes, you just know when it's right! The animals are truly my best friends.

  5. When we picked Ace up at the rescue we got him at, he immediately came over, all excited and started to jump all over us. He was super excited when we got him back to the house and he started to play with his new toys right away. The only thing he didn't love was his new crate, LOL. He fit right in and was a member of the family from the minute we put him in the car. Nikki wasn't as easy - she ran away after escaping from our car (LONG story) the 1st week we got her. We eventually got her back and have been working with her on not being so shy and skittish but now we can't imagine life w/out both of our doggies! Rescuing animals is truly the best feeling ever!

    1. They are addictive, aren't they? Even the difficult ones :)

  6. I had decided to get a dog and went to the SPCA "just to look". Well, there was this little black schnoodle jumping up and down and being pushed around by a smaller kennel mate. I just knew she was the one, and Maxie came home with us a few days later. She turned out to dislike other dogs, squirrels, rabbits, birds, etc., but we can live with her quirks. She loves us, and we love her.

  7. O this is sweet, and I am sure Stan can't resist you for much longer. Years ago, my boyfriend used to pick up animals. I came home, and we had a new pet. And of course I could never refuse them. Well, except for the rats and frets, I really don't like those. But now, my allergies are too severe to be able to have a furbaby.