08.26.08

TIGER’S TALE

Posted in Uncategorized at 11:35 am by lsstlar

Tiger after 1Well Hi There! My name is Tiger. I know I don’t look much like a Tiger but my mom says I am strong like one. She says that because of how bad of shape I was in when they found me and how strong I was to overcome it. I’ve come a long way and had a rough start in life as you can probably tell by my one eye. Is it okay if I tell you my tale? I gotta warn you though, it’s not very pretty….

My life started out pretty rough like I mentioned before. It was 6 years ago this past April that I was found wandering around a very busy intersection in Dallas. I don’t even know how I got there to be honest. I just know I was very small and the world seem so very big and scary especially with the cars zooming by. Thank goodness that someone saw me and I was picked up by the animal control officers and taken to a safe place away from all the dangers that I was surely going to encounter.

I was taken to the Animal Shelter in Dallas. I overheard one of the officers call someone on the phone and tell them that they found a small female shih tzu. I was looking around wondering who he was talking about since I was not a little girl, I was very much a little boy and I’m not sure how they didn’t know that but I just let it be. I was anxious to meet the person he called since this person told him they were going to pick me up. The next day I got to meet that nice lady. She was with a rescue group call LoneStar Shih Tzu & Lhasa Apso Rescue. Who knew there was actually a group out there to save little dogs like me. When that lady saw me she almost cried. I looked at her wondering why she wanted to cry. Was it because I was not what she wanted or was I bad??? I didn’t know why at the time she wanted to cry but then I overheard her tell the lady at the shelter that I looked terrible and that she felt sorry for me. It didn’t hurt my feelings though. I knew I looked bad and I sure didn’t feel too great and I know she didn’t mean it in a bad way because she was so kind to me. When she got me to her car that is when she realized that I was a little boy not a little girl.

See these pictures of me.

tiger before 1
tiger before 2
This was me when I was picked up. I was very skinny, my right eye was completely ruptured and it hurt so bad. My other eye was infected, my jaw was broken so my tongue just hung out, I had mange and so I was itchy a lot and didn’t have much hair & on top of all of that I was a puppy! Yes I was not even full grown. All of this happened to me before my first birthday. (See, I told you I had a rough start). Since I was so young I can’t remember how I came to be in such awful shape. The people with the Lonestar thought that maybe I was owned by a backyard breeder and that maybe I accidentally wandered too close with one of the bigger dogs and they attacked me and that is how I got my injuries. They also think that whoever owned me just threw me out like garbage since it would have been too expensive for them to get me well and they didn’t want to pay for it. When I heard all of this I wanted to cry. Here I was in all of this pain and I looked horrible and I was so scared and this was happening to me all because someone didn’t want to bother with having to take me to the doctor to make me well, to ease my pain. I wondered how could anyone be so cruel to not want to help me? I don’t remember my first owner and I’m sure glad that I don’t. I was just happy that someone was willing to give me a second chance. I realized pretty quick that not all people are so cruel and there are actually some very nice people out there. These people didn’t even know me and wanted to take care of me. I knew right then and there good things were going to start happening for me from now on.

After I was picked up by the nice lady I was taken all the way down to Houston. It wasn’t that bad of a drive. I actually liked it very much despite the pain I was in. It was there that I was all fixed up! I was put on many medications for all my little problems. Before long the worms were gone and the itchy’s stopped and my hair started to grow in. They fixed up my jaw too but because it was so damaged my tongue just hangs out now. My eye on the other hand was still in bad shape. I heard talk of removing it. That made me nervous because I didn’t know if anyone would want me with just one eye but the doctor said that I would be much better without it since it was so damaged. It was left alone for a little bit. I guess they wanted to see if it would heal. So between having only one good eye and one yucky eye, hardly having any hair, skinny beyond belief and my tongue hanging out all of the time, I really didn’t know if I would ever find my forever home. I mean who would want a dog looking like me?

While I was recuperating I stayed with a lady named Teresa. She showed me a lot of love and attention. She reassured me that I would get adopted but I had a hard time believing her. I mean look at me. I know I wasn’t very pretty. One day I heard Teresa talking to a lady named Julie. Julie told Teresa that she was looking for a dog. I got excited! Then I found out that she was looking for a female. DARN… Strike 1. She also wanted an older dog. MAN! That’s Strike 2. I was getting depressed. I figured it would be an immediate Strike 3 once she saw how pitiful I looked so I didn’t get my hopes up.

Then one day Julie came by and I got to meet her. I thought to myself, I may not be able to win her over with my “looks” but maybe I can win her over with my charm. So there I went to work on Julie. I tried my best to show her that I was a good boy and that I would make a great companion despite my looks. You know what…. It worked like a charm. It wasn’t hard to love on Julie. She was so sweet to me and I want to say that it was love at first sight for the both of us. I heard her tell Teresa, “Yep, he’s the one.” I was so elated!!! So very excited! I am going to my forever home. My tail couldn’t stop wagging! I was ready to leave but I was still recovering so I was told that I needed to stay with Teresa just a little while longer until I was all better. That was cool with me. I think knowing that I had a home waiting for me helped me heal all the better.

After I got better I went home with Julie. I was still very small and my right eye was still messed up but Julie took care of me. Once I gained some weight I was told that it was time to have my eye removed. I was a little nervous when I was told they were going to totally remove my right eye but I trusted Julie and the doctors when they said it would make me feel so much better and it did! Here is a picture of me after my surgery.

tiger after eye surgery

I was officially adopted my mom, Julie in the summer of that year! My mom says that I am a wonderful little boy and she is always showing me how much she loves me. She is always buying me toys which I love! I can play with my toys all day long. Mommy thinks it’s funny how I try to get her attention to play with me. I will put my toy in front of her and I will look at her, then the toy, then at her and I’ll keep doing this back and forth until she plays with me. She never disappoints me. She loves playing with me. I have had many foster brothers and sisters over the last 6 years. We always have fun. I get along with all the foster dogs that come in and out of our house. A lot of the new doggies are nervous when they come home with us so I try to reassure them that it’s okay and that Julie will take extra special care of them. That seems to help calm them down. Mommy says I’m easy to train and so she got me into agility! There are not many small dogs like me in agility and I get a lot of attention when I do it so I do love it. Mommy volunteers with Lonestar and so she goes on many home visits when new people want to adopt or volunteer and so she takes me most of the time because she says I’m such a good boy. I think she likes to show me off too since I look totally different now than I did when I first was rescued. She says I’m a good Ambassador for the rescue when people see what I started out like and how I look now. Wouldn’t you say I cleaned up nicely…

tiger after

I never thought that this is what my life would turn out like. Mommy tells me all of the time that I’m the best thing that has ever come into her life but you know what… I really think she is the best thing that has come into mine.
tiger face

08.20.08

Meet Mr. Harold Rothchild (aka Harry)

Posted in Uncategorized at 9:24 am by lsstlar

Harry and New Family
How do you do? My name is Mr. Harold Rothchild. Isn’t that a nice and proper name but hey, you can call me Harry. I would like to tell you a little about myself. See last week something very exciting happened to me. Can I tell you about it? I am just dying to talk about my adventure. Last week I was officially adopted! Can you believe it! After 2 years of being in foster care I finally found a home. Above is a picture of me and my new family. I’m the white and brown one with a big grin on my face. My new daddy is Matthew Levine, my new mommy is Julie and she’s holding my new sister. Her name is Coco.

You’re probably wondering how I ended up with Lonestar Shih Tzu & Lhasa Apso Rescue when I clearly don’t look like a Shih Tzu or Lhasa. Let me backtrack and tell you a little bit about myself and how this all occurred….

It’s been about 2 years now that I used to live on the streets. I don’t remember how I got there but I know I was very lonely and frightened. I was so little that I was scared to be on my own but that is the way it was for me and I made the best of it. I found a home in a construction site. I don’t know why I picked a construction site but it is where I chose for my home. I tried to keep to myself and not make any trouble for anyone in fear that I would be caught and taken away from my only home. I gotta tell you, it was scary to be on the streets with no one to look after you especially when you are as little as me.

Well one day as I was minding my own business I noticed a lady and her friend watching me from a distance. I didn’t pay much attention to them at first but then I started to notice them coming around everyday. I got kind of scared because I thought maybe they were the doggie police and I was going to taken away to doggie jail for living on that construction site. I’ve heard of those places. I didn’t want to be in doggie jail, or a dog shelter, as I have heard them being called. Plus I didn’t mean any harm by living at the construction site even though I know I wasn’t supposed to be there. I just needed somewhere to call home and I really did mind my own business and tried not to bother anyone.

I tried to keep my eye on that lady and her friend and did a pretty good job at avoiding being caught until one day it happened. Yes they caught me! I can’t tell you how scared I was not knowing where I was going or what was going to happen to me. I said goodbye to my little home on the construction site and waited for the inevitable… DOGGIE JAIL!

So I got to ride in the car with the lady and her friend. That was my first car ride and it was fun. The lady and her friend were very nice to me. They talked very sweet and consoling to me and even gave me a few pets on the head. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I’ve never had that before. I thought to myself, maybe the Doggie Jail won’t be so bad because these Doggie Police were pretty nice to me. So I just sat back and enjoyed the car ride to jail.

When the car finally stopped I got nervous again. I just knew I wouldn’t see those nice “policemen” again and I was worried the next person I would meet wouldn’t be so kind. Boy was I wrong. I met a lady named Teresa and she was ever so kind to me. She even gave me pats on the head too. I overheard her talking with the lady that caught me and it ends up that Teresa is with a doggie rescue group called Lonestar and that the lady and her friend were not the doggie police and the best part… I wasn’t going to Doggie Jail! I heard the lady tell Teresa that her husband worked near my little home at the construction site and he was worried about me getting hurt or starving so she immediately wanted to get me off the streets and get me some help and a new home. She said a little guy like me could have been seriously hurt on the streets let alone a construction site. I didn’t know she was so concerned about me and wanted to help me. If I had known I would have gladly went up to her and her friend and let them pick me up in stead of running away like I did.

Harry Before

See the picture of me above? That was me after I was picked up by that nice lady. See how bad I looked. I’m glad I don’t look like that now. The nice lady, Ms. Rothchild (yes this is how I got my name), contacted Lonestar because she thought I was a shih tzu and that is how I came to meet Teresa. I was thoroughly checked out by a vet and it was determined that I had all sorts of problems. I had two kinds of mange, sarcoptic and demodex. That explains all those itchy nights and my hair not growing in like it should. I had all types of intestinal worms and on top of that I also checked out heartworm positive which I heard was not good. I had to undergo various treatments and be on many meds. I was one sick little guy and if Ms. Rothchild hadn’t come to my rescue I would not be here today to tell you my story. Lonestar saved me despite not being a Shih Tzu or Lhasa. All they cared about was that I was made well.

On a cool Thanksgiving Day I moved from Houston to Louisiana. It was there that I met my new foster family. I was told that is where I would stay until I got adopted. My new foster mom was named Laura. I immediately fell in love with her as my new mom. My foster mom says I am one sweet charming guy and sometimes I am full of myself. Hahaha. I know that is true. I loved being in my new foster home. I appreciated all the soft beds that I got to lay on and the belly rubs I would get. I was deprived of all of the finer things when living on the street. I even enjoyed my bath! Not many can say that. I guess because I was the center of attention during bath time and I LOVE to be the center of attention. I loved all the toys they would give me. I would even hide them in my bed. I wanted to be wherever my family was- be it in the backyard, going on walks, family gatherings…heck… I was even content sitting on their lap in front of the TV.

Harry Sunbathing
One of my most favorite things to do was to sit on the bench in the backyard. I got a lot of peace and enjoyment out of that. See the picture of me above. My foster mom Laura took that picture of me sunbathing on my favorite bench. It was my favorite spot to relax.

I was very happy with my new foster family but I did know it was only temporary and as much as I loved Laura and my foster family I was anxiously waiting for my real home. That day finally happened this past Saturday.

I have been with my new family for almost a week now and so far it has been wonderful! My new family is very active and they take me and my sister CoCo on two long walks every day! I get a lot of love and attention by all of them. I am settling in well and look forward to all the adventures I will have with Matthew, Julie and Coco.

Just think… I went from the streets of Houston, to a Foster Home in Louisiana to a wonderful forever home with the Levine’s in good ol’ Dallas Texas! I may be a Levine now but I will always be Mr. Harold Rothchild. I can honestly say that I am One Lucky Dog!

08.13.08

Meet Kissy Face Buddy (aka Eeyore, aka E-Gore)

Posted in Uncategorized at 11:20 am by lsstlar

Buddy (aka Eeyore) before1Buddy (aka Eeyore) after
Hello Everyone! My name is Buddy. Isn’t that a cute name? My mommy, Stephanie gave me that name and I love it! I have actually had 3 names. Before I was Buddy, LoneStar gave me the name of Eeyore but my mommy thought I looked more like a Buddy! Before I was Eeyore it was actually E-gore. Yuck! I hate that name. I don’t know why my first mom named me that. I always thought I was much cuter than E-gore. I also didn’t care for that name very much because it was given to me by my first owner who did not take very good care of me. Having that name reminded me of her and that awful life I used to have. See these 2 pictures above. The one at the top is when I was rescued and the one at the bottom is of me now. I have come a long way from a year ago.
Do you want me to tell you about it?

Well, basically I was kept in a crate all day and all night, never let out to play, go potty or anything. I lived in a small apartment with my owner and her 2 kids. You would think the kids would have at least played with me but they didn’t. I sat in the crate so sad and desperate for any kind of attention. I sat there many nights wondering what I did wrong to deserve this. I even wondered why in the world my owner wanted to keep me if she was just going to keep me locked up. Nothing made sense to me. So there I laid day in and day out, laying in my own waste because they never let me out. The ammonia from the waste even burned my paws and face. I felt so miserable and was so embarrassed because I smelled bad. I decided to face the fact that this is how my life was going to be and wondered if any others were out there suffering like me.

But one day everything changed. Some people came to the apartment and took my mom’s kids away. I overheard them say that she was neglected them too. I had no idea and maybe that is why they didn’t play with me. Maybe they were not allowed to. I felt sorry for them. Well, that is when they found me. I was in my crate like usual and I was in the closet. Yes, my mom stuck my crate in the closet. It was dark and stuffy in there and I felt so lonely. I was so happy when the closet door was finally opened and some light was let in. And guess what…. They took me away too. I said goodbye to that stuffy apartment and never looked back! I was only 16 months old when I was rescued.

I was then taken to a big building with concrete floor and a lot of barking dogs. I have to admit it was kind of scary at first because of all the noise but it beat being in that smelly crate. Despite being scared to my new environment I wanted to love on everyone! I wanted to show everyone I met that I was a good dog and all I wanted to do was kiss you and show you how much I loved you but everyone said I was stinky and a mess so they didn’t care to hug on me or love on me but I understood because I could tell they wanted to. I wasn’t there long though. The shelter called LoneStar Rescue which is a place that takes in little stinky sick dogs like me and gets them well and ready for adoption. I was excited because all I wanted was a new home. A nice lady named Maureen picked me up and took me straight to the doggie doctor called a vet. Unfortunately I was there for a while because I had so many little problems. I didn’t even know I was that sick. I apparently had something called Demodex Mange and Leptosporosis (whew! that was a big word). I also had tick fever and a really bad bladder infection. They gave me plenty of medicine to get me all well. While I was at the vet getting well that is when I met Stephanie. She came by to take pictures of me for the Lonestar Website. Buddy (aka Eeyore) before2
See the picture above. That was a picture that was taken of me while at the vet. Once she saw me she decided to tell me a secret. She told me in her sweet voice that she was going to be my new foster mommy. I got so excited that I started kissing her all over. She said I was such a sweet little boy. That made me feel good. No one has ever told me that before. I wanted to go home with her right away but the doctor said I had to stay for a few more days to get a little better before Stephanie could take me home. I was sad but knew it was only a matter of days before the nice lady with the camera would pick me up and love on me.

So I patiently waited and just a few short days later, my new foster mommy picked me up and I got to go live with her and her 3 dogs. Mommy’s dog Chloe did not know what to think of me. I don’t think she liked me too much at first. She was the head of all the dogs and maybe it’s because I was getting all the extra attention from mommy that Chloe didn’t care for me at first but she got used to me and started to treat me like I was her little baby. She would clean my eyes and ears and love on me. She was good at acting like mommy.
There was a lot I had to learn in my new home. Since I lived my entire young life in a crate I didn’t know the difference between pottying inside the house and pottying outside. Mommy new I didn’t know better and so she was patient with me and even though I had some “accidents” she still loved on me. I started to learn the rules with the help of my new foster sisters. I also learned to eat good food and to take my medicine like a good boy. I have no problem taking my medicine. Mommy always rewards me with yummy treats when I take my medicine so I get excited to take them! My foster daddy is such a good daddy too. He loves to play with me and gives me all kinds of attention. Do you know what I love the most? I love it when Mommy would carry me around the house like a little baby and I especially love it when she would give me hugs and many kisses. I am a big kisser and love to give anyone kisses, especially my mommy and daddy. They spoil me so much. They are always bringing me toys from my favorite store, Petco. I have so many! I have learned so much and I even sleep in my crate, as long as I can see mommy and daddy. I don’t care too much for being in there when no one is around. It brings back bad memories. My potty training is right on track now. All I have to do is ring a little bell to the back door when I need to go potty and mommy takes me out. It wasn’t that hard at all to learn and it’s kind of fun to ring the bell. Mommy says I’m so smart. I think I am too and I have to say I’m proud of myself to have learned so much.

This life I all of a sudden had was unreal. I felt like I was in a dream. Then one day another lady with Lonestar told mommy that I am well enough to be listed for adoption. I was a little scared when I found out. I got so used to my foster family that I was scared to leave. I wanted to stay so badly. So I would love on my mommy and daddy especially hard to try to hint to them that I wanted to stay. You know what… it worked like a charm (hehehe). Mommy sat down daddy and told him that I needed to stay. I heard Daddy laugh and tell mommy that he knew it was a matter of time before mommy would tell him that and he felt the same way too. He says he could not imagine their life without sweet little me in it. YIPPEE!!! Mommy says she has committed foster failure 101. I’m not sure what she’s talking about? She is far from being a failure! She is my hero!

I have lived with my new family for almost a year. I am so happy to have the fairy tale ending. The beginning of my life looked very bleak for a while but boy have things turned around for me. I wish the very best to all the doggies out there that need rescue too. I hope they find much happiness like me.
The rest, as they say, is history!

08.07.08

Little Man Quigley

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:05 am by lsstlar

Quigley Ribbons
Howdy! My name is Quigley or “Little Man” as my mommy likes to call me. My foster mom, Sherry is the one who named me. She named me after her favorite movie, if you can guess what that is. Do you see me with all my ribbons? I’m so proud of that picture. There is a special story behind those ribbons. I would like to share it with you.

My story begins on the streets, Literally ON THE STREETS! I was found by my foster mom in her neighborhood and because I liked to wonder around and didn’t know how to get to my home, I was almost hit by her car! She didn’t see me and why should she, I’m small and shouldn’t have been wondering the streets anyway. She even swerved to miss me! I felt so bad that I scared her like that but so grateful that she saw me in time. She was so sweet. She picked me up and took me home with her. She seemed upset at the people that owned me even though she didn’t know who they were. I overheard her say she was going to have a serious talk with them about not keeping an eye on me once they post a sign that I was missing. So she kept me with her and waited for my owner to post signs for my return. But guess what… they never posted any signs for me. That made me sad in a way because that means they never really loved me. Maybe that is why I kept trying to run away. Thank goodness for Sherry and LoneStar.

So I officially became a LoneStar dog! I felt so proud to be one and to be able to play with all my foster brothers and sisters. I love being there but I didn’t have good manners and was sometimes difficult. Sherry was patient with me though. I think she has dealt with difficult ones like me before. Not too long was I with her before I ended up meeting my new mommy & daddy, Karen & Phil. And guess what…She had 3 BIG dogs! They were so much bigger than me but it didn’t scare me. I just wanted to play with them so much. It didn’t take Karen & Phil long to make the decision to be my new parents and take on the challenge of training me.

I loved my new home. There were a lot of trees and a pond and I saw a bunch of squirrels that I wished I could chase. In my new home there were BIG doggie beds in every room and tons and tons of toys. I felt right at home but I had a lot to learn. I had bad potty manners and was kind of all over the place. It took me some time but with the help from my new siblings, Kenya, Jesse & Willie, I learned quickly and became part of a wonderful family. Kenya was around my age and so I got along with her the most. I loved playing with both Kenya and Jessie. Jessie kind of took me under her wing and taught me the ropes and Willie is the oldest and although he doesn’t play much he looks after us. I love my siblings so much and they have taught me a lot. I learned by their example that if I was good and did what I was told that I got lots of love and praise and even treats. My mommy loves to keep busy so every single morning we get to go on walks. On the weekend daddy takes us all to the park where we get to play and even go on longer walks. We get to go for car rides a lot and I just love car rides. When we can’t go outside because the weather is bad we get to play indoors and mom always makes up fun games for us to play. She and daddy spend so much time with us.

One day I started to notice mom taking Jesse & Kenya to some sort of class. It was called “agility class.” I wondered so much what that was about and I think mommy could tell that I wanted to go with them because one day she asked me if I would like to go. Boy I was so excited! So after Kenya’s private lesson mommy thought it would be fun for me to run around the agility field on my own to play and wear myself out. Little did they know that I was born to do agility! I didn’t even know it myself until I got the chance to play on the agility field. So guess what… mom started training me for agility with Kenya!

Quigley Agility

It must have been a sight to see little ol’ me training with the big boys but I loved it. It was so much fun. Four months later she said she was taking Kenya to her first agility trial and boy oh boy did I want to go too so I practiced real hard to catch up with Kenya. I wasn’t sure if I would make it but my hard work paid off because about a month before they were supposed to go mommy decided that I could go too! She said it would be good practice for me. Well…. I really showed them because at my very first agility trial and in just one weekend I got my Novice Agility Standard (NAP) and my Novice Agility Jumpers (NAJ) titles! Everyone seemed so impressed with me especially my family. I was told that I could probably go to the Nationals one day (whatever that means). My mom says it is my calling and you know I think it is because after I started to learn agility I stopped having my potty accidents and became much more settled. Best of all is I never get in trouble anymore! Mommy is even considering me to become a therapy dog like Jessie. I think that would be neat. Jessie gets to visit sick people and cheer them up. I know Jessie loves to do that. She always comes back so happy so I think I would like that too and I know Jessie will show me how.

Quigley and Siblings
So now you know what all those ribbons are for and how I got here. This is my life and I love it! I am one busy little guy and I just love all of my jobs but I especially love my mom, my dad and my brother and sisters. I don’t even remember my former life before going to Sherry’s. I’m so ever grateful for her not hitting me that day with her car and taking me in. Who knows where I would be now. Instead I am sitting tall and pretty with my new family and they always call me their best ever “Little Man.”