Single Black Female

17 06 2010

I just couldn’t help but sharing this little tidbit.  It’s an email forward that Hamlet and I got a big hoot out of.  You didn’t know that Boston Terriers can “hoot”?  Well they can.  Snort, wheeze, sneeze, fart, bark, growl, snuggle, HOOT!

Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?  Ok, how about the cutest thing you’ve seen today?  Who can resist a black lab puppy?  I know I can’t.  I have a special place in my heart for labs since I grew up with two of them as pets (one black and one yellow).

And let’s give a hand to the folks at the Atlanta Humane Society who sure know how to use their noggins when it comes to finding those pooches their permanent people – so creative!

Do you know of any good animal shelter stories or creative ideas for gettin’ the word out?  Post them in the comments so we can all share in the wealth of knowledge.  Have you gotten any good email forwards lately?  Send them along to Hamlet (check out the Woof! section on the sidebar for his email address) and I promise he’ll hoot for you too.





Happy Ending: Franklin in Sharpstown, TX

10 06 2010

We’re back with another story that’s ending happily, thanks to a good Samaritan in Sharpstown, Texas.  I hope this brings a little sunshine into your life, as it did for me, just like Eddie’s story did a few weeks ago.

In May 2009, the Harding family took their Boston Terrier, Franklin, to visit family.  While in the backyard, Franklin was spooked by a thunderstorm and escaped underneath the fence.  The Harding family posted fliers and searched for Franklin for months while their three year old daughter, Kinsley, asked, “where’s Fray Fray?”  Tammy Harding says it broke her hear to tell her daughter she didn’t know where he was.

Franklin had been missing for a year when good Samaritan Gary Kretz was driving through an intersection and saw “little legs darting through traffic.”  He chased down the dog and put him in his work truck.  Kretz said he had fleas and was very hungry but was otherwise in good condition.  He took the dog to a veterinarian and found that he had a microchip and was Franklin Harding.

Gary Kretz then telephoned the Hardings and spoke with Tammy.  She said she thought she’d never get that phone call and was overjoyed.  So after a year of being lost, Franklin was found and returned happily to his family, all thanks to the quick eyes and loving heart of Gary Kretz and a microchip under Franklin’s skin.  And Kinsley now gets to play with Fray Fray instead of asking where he is.

Check out the KHOU Channel 11 Houston, Texas website for the full story and video of the Harding family and adorable Franklin.

This is a great ending to what easily could have been a sad story of a lost pet.  It’s also a good lesson that while dog collars are a good tool for identifying a lost pet, they can get lost themselves (if the dog gets caught on something and has to wiggle out, if the collar wears out or breaks off, etc.) while a microchip is a permanent tether between you and your dog.  I think it’s well worth the money for the peace of mind you’ll have knowing that your contact information will always be with your dog, no matter what happens.  Think of it as a tattoo but without the potential social stigma.  Or like the note your mother used to pin on you in grade school to remind the teacher that you were going home with a friend that day.  Only this note can’t get torn off and isn’t embarrassing to your dog.

Finally, if you see a dog wandering the streets and you can safely retrieve it, please do so and bring it to a veterinarian’s office or a no-kill animal shelter.  You never know who might be missing that dog or how far that dog has traveled while lost.  What goes around, comes around.





Are You in the Doghouse?

8 06 2010

Hamlet has a few spots around our house that he particularly enjoys but we don’t have a true designated Ham area.  We have a crate for Hamlet but only use it on rare occasions.  Most of the time he has free roam of our apartment.  However, I hope someday we have a house with a backyard and therefore the space for a Hamlet house (a.k.a. a doghouse).

We humans use the phrase that someone is “in the doghouse” to mean that they have done something wrong and are on bad terms with someone else.  However, based on the cream-of-the-crop dog houses featured below, I think the doghouse might be a pretty good place to be.

A classic design with great humany style! I love the potted plants, the windows, and the turquoise color.

Simplicity at its best, this reminds me of the doghouse my Granddad built for the dog my family had when I was a child.

Like shampoo and conditioner in one, this house does double duty - a great spot to sunbathe as well as to hide in from the rain.

I love the tiled roof of this South Korean doghouse and the Jindo dog that goes with it!

Hamlet and I would be ready for our South Pacific vacation in this thatched roof doghouse.

The doghouse photos were culled from DIY Network’s “10 Designer Doghouses Built for Comfort,” an article emailed to me by a lovely reader (thanks, Mom!).  Get more details and see all 10 doghouses by clicking through to the article.

Does your dog use a doghouse?  A crate?  Or does he just have a corner of YOUR house that he calls his own?  Spill the kibble.





Nine to Five

4 06 2010

Hamlet had his annual visit to the vet on Tuesday morning.  I didn’t want to drive to the vet, drive home to drop him off, and then drive to work so I asked my bosses if I could just bring him to work right after the appointment was over.  They said yes – score!  So the day I’ve been waiting for ever since I started working at the small, casual, start-up software company (which I always imagined a perfect place for bringing dogs to work) came true – Hamlet came to work with me!

He was the perfect little gentleman (I wouldn’t expect anything less) and spent much of the day sleeping under my desk.

Yes, I brought his dog bed to work with me as well as his yellow blanket.  I wanted him to be comfortable since he’d be there for seven or eight hours.  I even set up a makeshift barricade.  We don’t keep a baby gate at my office so I used my file drawer, my trash can, my gym bag, and a dart board to cordon off the entrance to my cubicle.

You may notice that this barricade doesn’t look tall enough to contain a Boston Terrier that can jump a good three vertical feet.  No, it wasn’t.  The good news was that as long as I was sitting in my cubicle, Hamlet would stay there too.  But the minute I left my cubicle to go to my boss’s office, my colleague’s cubicle, or the kitchen, Hamlet leaped over the “fence” and trotted along behind me.

All in all, a successful day at the office.  He won over all of my colleagues, he didn’t pee or poop anywhere indoors, he didn’t make a peep all day, and productivity only dipped slightly.

Have you ever taken your dog to work?  How did it turn out?