URGENT: Foster home needed ASAP…please help

Duke, a 1-2 year old neutered male pit-greyhound mix is in DESPERATE need of a foster home or permanent home TODAY. 

Duke was rescued from a high kill shelter in Philadelphia. Duke is an absolute TEN! He’s always eager to please, is housebroken, very well behaved and loves his people. Whether it’s on a hardwood floor or a soft, fluffy bed, all Duke wants is to lay near you. This is one boy that will make someone VERY happy – he never should have been in a shelter in the first place! Duke would do best in a home without cats or small children. Please consider offering this sweet boy a forever home – he’s got a lot of love and loyalty to offer!

 

Duke

Duke MUST leave his current home today so please help – forward to family and friends – otherwise this great guy will have to be sent back to shelter.

Please contact me (610-306-0121) or All 4 Paws (all4pawsrescue@comcast.net) for more information on how to help.

Thank you!

Long overdue…(REPOST)

in so many ways….. 

Yesterday one of my clients mentioned that I haven’t blogged in a while.  Guilty.  I apologize.  A dash of busy with a whole lot of writer’s block, I have to admit.  Until……today.  Thank you Cindy for making me realize that there are people out there that actually read this and quite possibly, miss it. 

About a week ago, my very dear friend, Jenny, who lives in Ohio, texted me to tell me she was thinking about adopting a dog.  You can imagine how often I get this text.  But she was serious.  I asked her what kind and she said a black lab mix, something on the smallish side.  We had just come from an adoption event where we had just adopted out……you guessed it, a small, black lab mix.  I wish I’d known!  We joked that if it had worked out we would have gotten to see each other since it has been years since the two of us have actually done anything other than Facebook, text, e-mail or chat on the phone.  In fact, I have a pair of earrings for her in my purse that somehow have not made it to the post office from her birthday in April! 

On September 15th at 5:07 pm, I sent Jenny a picture of Gannon, a 6-year-old black lab mix that was left behind by his family who had to move to Texas.  I sent no words, no caption, no plea with it.  What I got back from Jenny was “OMG, that’s my dog.”  What I sent back to Jenny was, “seriously?”  She was serious….. 

I drove to the vet’s office where Gannon is being boarded last night and fell in love with Gannon, for Jenny.  He is nothing short of sweet and loving and wants nothing more than to attach himself to your lap.  Tomorrow I will be picking him up and driving him 4 hours to Pittsburgh, PA where Jenny will meet me and bring home her new family member - to say she is excited is the understatement of the century.  Not only will she get to make this little guy’s life happy and complete but I will get to see my dear friend, if only for a few moments at a rest stop and be the one to deliver to her new family member to her (thank you All 4 Paws for making this possible!) and finally, after 5 crying out loud months, I will be able to hand deliver her birthday earrings to her. 

This meeting is long overdue…..to Jenny and Gannon and your new lives together – may nothing ever separate you…. 

I’d also like to congratulate Nikki (who we walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked the Relay for Life with for my mom) and Andy on your adoption of Meatball.  So excited for you guys!  A great weekend for adoptions! 

Gannon

 

Lovin me some Gannon

 

Meatball

 

Time

Animal hoarding, though we all like to watch the show on tv and laugh, is a VERY serious issue and one that most of us cannot even begin to wrap our brain around.  We recently watched an episode where a woman had over 200 cats in her home.  Obviously unhealthy and a poor situation for the animals who are not cared for properly, animal hoarders believe they are doing right by the animal and that the animal is better off with them.  I can honestly say that I see both sides of the argument on this one.  In the above aforementioned situation, the woman was allowed to keep 85 cats after all was said and done – still mind blowing to you and I. 

Recently (July), right here in Philadelphia, there was a home that was housing close to 85 dogs, mostly chihuahuas.  Neighbors complained about an odor coming from the home and the 85 dogs were rescued.  All 4 Paws rescued two of those dogs, Eva and Gina.  Jason and I had both for about a week or so and just this week both girls went to wonderful homes. 

Eva

 

Gina

Precious, right?  

Well, yesterday we went back down to the PSPCA and found 2 more – Marcus and Sgt Pepper.  Originally they came in scared and shy – and now after baths, dinner and a good night’s sleep, they are perfectly at home on my couch – my favorite part.   Yesterday, in a cage, today we begin the search for their new homes.  Life is looking good for these sweet boys. 

So as of today, it’s a full house at the Causey’s – we have Rinji, a sweet, young beagle mix, Marcus, a one year old spaniel/chi mix and Sgt Pepper, also a spaniel/chi mix.  Many more on the All 4 Paws website too (www.all4pawsrescue.com). 

Rinji 8 month old beagle mix

Marcus 1 yr old spaniel/chi mix

Sgt Pepper 1 yr old spaniel/chi mix

 I used to get discouraged when a dog would come in to our home and show signs of shyness or signs that he or she was going to take some time to get used to us or our home or our dogs – no longer does that phase me.  That process has proven to take sometimes minutes to days – I have little control over the amount of time it takes but I must continue to encourage and provide a secure environment for these dogs until the right family comes along for them, which can also take minutes to days to weeks.  We have had dogs be downright reclusive one day, hiding in their crates (which I’ve become hip to), clinging to the fence in the yard, scared to move, to batting at me playfully and rolling on their back for belly rubs the next – AMAZING! 

Life…..is…..good…… 

If you would like to adopt any of these precious babies, please contact me (daniellecausey@verizon.net) or all4paws@comcast.net or visit the website at www.all4pawsrescue.com and as always, thank you for considering adoption! 

An update…

One of the greatest things about having someone you know adopt one of your fosters is that we get to follow them in their new lives and see how they have progressed.  Sometimes they look the same, their name has remained and not much has changed from when they came to us.  Other times the change from when they arrived at All 4 Paws to current day is dramatic.  I thought you might like to have an update on the dogs as I know them to date.

Quinn, formerly Gomer (who remains my header at the top of the blog) – was adopted by Pat, the former owner of the B&B where my husband I were married.  He is handsomely groomed and very well-behaved.  Quinn lives in a beautiful home with his new mom who has taught him commands which he follows and seemed very happy to see us when we arrived for dinner last Sunday.   I wonder if he remembers us.  I like to think he did.

Digit, now Sylvie (Chinese Crested mix) was adopted by my good friend and the FABULOUS Penelope & Anastasia Jewelry designer Pam Kucera and her husband and daughter and their pup Stuart.  I got to see the little nugget today – CUTIE - they are all doing great and living happily ever after in a neighboring town.  This little girl was a favorite foster of ours (really, they all are) and we are so thrilled that she went to friends!

Frankie & Snickers (Bichon Frise puppy mill rescues) were both adopted to separate homes and reports are: both are doing great!  I get regular updates from their moms that they have continued their progress and are getting over their shyness.  Both are coming out of their shells and starting to really act like “dogs” (major progress for them).  Snickers lives in my town and I am looking forward to running into him.

We get to see Zippy (the pug mix) regularly at our friend’s David and Randy’s house – she is adjusting at her own pace but I have ALL THE CONFIDENCE in the world that she will be the best dog ever and David and Randy and their other dog Buster will reap all the rewards that Zippy has in store for them.  She is such a loving and affectionate dog and we love getting to spend time with her again.

Everyone’s FAVORITE, Chase, is doing GREAT with his new dad Scott and sibling Chevy (yes, Chevy and Chase – meant to be, I think so!).  I get regular updates on this special guy.  He is the gorgeous chocolate lab/pit mix that we had and seriously thought about keeping.  So many people fell in love with him and dad Scott was the lucky guy who got to give him his forever home.  I can’t think of a better home for him as the pictures I have seen of him swimming and lounging on his big, plush pillow warm my heart.  Chase, you left a paw print on this foster mom’s heart.  So happy for you buddy!

Miss Cheyenne, the beautiful and striking husky mix, took a little while to adjust to her forever home but the latest update is that she is settling in and her new mom and dad and pup sibling Sammy adore her – sometimes the adjustment period takes a bit longer for each dog but it is WELL worth it in the end.  Chey is a sweetheart and such a beauty and I know how much her parents love her.  Keep up the good work Cheyenne, Chris & Jamie.

Bacon…..Bacon Bacon Bacon…..probably one of the funniest and most comical dogs I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.  Bacon (the beagle) was our very first A4P foster and we had the great pleasure of having him back for a week in July while his parents went away for vacation.  SUCH a love – doing great and living life to its fullest.  Love you big guy!

Macy (the golden retriever mix) is also doing well in her forever home and I get updates from time to time from her mom, Karen. 

Please always consider keeping us updated on your new family members.  Remember, for a brief time – whether it be 24 hours or 4 weeks, your new baby was part of our home where we cared for him or her night and day like our own.  We feel joy and excitement when they arrived and sadness when they left – there is a reason why we are doing what we do.  We genuinely and selflessly care for and love saving these babies and their well-being is important to us so please, if you rescue a dog or cat from us, it is not mandatory that you keep in touch with us but we would love to hear from you.  Hearing how they are doing would give us peace of mind.

For anyone who has not seen it yet, my husband and I had the amazing opportunity of having the generous and talented Dana Scherer of Bamboo Photos visit us at our home a few weeks ago.  She profiled my profession (skincare) and our fostering of dogs.  In the end, after many photos and her making someone who usually feels completely awkward in front of a camera feel completely comfortable, this is how she saw us…..Please feel free to enter to win the complimentary skincare treatment at the end of the article.

http://www.bamboophotos.com/archives/2104

As always, thank you for considering rescue and adoption through All 4 Paws (www.all4pawsrescue.com).

Emotions

Today they hit me like a ton of bricks.  Usually I can predict when I’m going to feel sadness at a dog moving on to their forever home.  I guess today I’d been busy and it really hadn’t hit me.  Not only had the two siblings leaving not really hit me, but the fact that I was separating this bonded duo didn’t dawn on me until it was time to do it.  I’m thankful for small favors.

Snickers and Frankie were littermates and rescued together but through the shuffle of who had availability in their homes, after their grooming, one went to one foster home and one went to another.  If you remember, Frankie was part of the two that I took to Petsmart for grooming.  I got Snickers about two weeks ago and as you’ve read, he is doing great – now even getting excited at little things like feeding time and going outside - believe me, this was progress for him.  Snickers was enjoying his new life as a DOG.

About a week ago Frankie, Snickers brother, moved back in to Causey Kennel.  It was so great to see the two reunited.  I was concerned about space in my home as I was one crate short and now had 8 dogs in the house - not to worry, the two slept, huddled together in the same crate, sometimes licking each other’s ears and face, Snicker’s resting his head on Frankie’s body - it was clear they knew each other.  They would walk in UNISON in our back yard – what one did, the other mimicked.  If one began to eat, the other ventured to his bowl.  If one came up the steps from outside, the other followed.  It was as if they were letting each other know it was ok to do each new thing – they trusted each other.  One day they realized they could jump on the couch…..well one did…..and not surprisingly, the other followed.

Within 2 days of each other, we found homes for the boys.  Arrangements were made for them to go tonight – both of them.  Ugh.  It’s bad enough to have to say goodbye to one foster – you’ve bonded with these guys over the past few weeks but having to say goodbye to two in one night is rough.  Then I realized, THIS WASN’T ABOUT ME!!!  I wasn’t losing two fosters in one night – these guys were losing each other and I had to break apart this little union – not only had I bonded with them and them with me, but they had bonded with EACH OTHER, again.  I wonder if they know that as much as I am the good guy, I am now going to have to be the bad guy. 

I let Frankie and Snickers say their goodbyes and promised them both that they were moving on to wonderful new lives in loving, amazing homes.  I then drove Frankie to his new owners and waited for Snickers new mom to come pick him up – somewhere in there I shed some tears - remembered that we are merely the bridge and reminded myself of the immense amount of trust that these animals put in us to make the right decisions for them and do the right thing.  They depend on us for every ounce of their existence from what kind of food they eat to when they get to go to the bathroom to when we say goodbye to them.  We have huge responsibilities but with those responsibilities come the most precious gifts and rewards.  Good luck to these two most resilient brothers – may you live the rest of your lives out in nothing but happiness.

Frankie & Snickers

What a difference a week makes….

About a week ago, Jason and I welcomed Snickers (one of the puppy mill rescues) into our home.  Snickers is a VERY sweet, 4 year old Bichon Frise.  He was matted, dirty, full of urine and feces (probably never bathed) when he was first rescued and was part of the Petsmart, extreme makeover pups. He is now stunningly handsome and completely adorable and kissable.

Snickers was SO unsure of us, our home, his surroundings, our other dogs and I can’t blame him – it can all be very overwhelming.  Getting the little guy to go outside was a task in and of itself.  We literally had to pull him out of his safe place – his crate – a place he had probably lived his entire life – a place he would spend most of his time now that he was safe in our home.  The place that when he would come out for a split second and spot you and you would go to him, he would run right back into.  We would drag the poor little guy out of this safe haven and place him in our yard – the only way to get him to go out to do his business.  Getting him to come back in was like trying to catch a fly.  He didn’t come back in on his own so we would have to try to pick him up and carry him back in but catching him took the greater of, sometimes, 15 minutes.  We’d go one way, he’d go another.  He found ducking in between trees and in and out of bushes in our yard a game and one that he was winning for sure!  We did everything but flail our bodies on top of him – just when you thought you had him, out of your grasp he would wander.  Getting him to come in from outside was a task for sure and took great patience.

Just the other day, I was getting ready to go out and I had an epiphany.  What if we closed all of the crate doors (we usually leave them open as crates are ALWAYS a place that the dogs should and do feel safe to sit whenever they choose) and Snickers was forced (I use this term very lightly as I would never do anything to make my pets feel uncomfortable) to hang out with the rest of the Causey pack.  What if he didn’t have his safe place anymore?  What would happen?  At first Snickers stood in the middle of the room, baffled.  He didn’t know where to go or what to do.  I left the room and returned a few minutes later to find him snuggled up in the Chihuahua’s pillow, as if it were his own.  Definitely progress.  When it was time to go out, I rallied the troops to the back door and much to my surprise – IN ATTENDANCE – Snickers!  No one had to go pick him up – he was finally feeling like part of our clan.  I loved watching him saunter out with the rest of the kids – he had this DOWN!

Now the big test – was he going to come in on his own?  One by one they all start to come up the deck steps from the yard - Lily….Kota….Jagger…..Willow….Max….Kat……..waiting…..waiting…..waiting…….a little encouragement, we call him……”Snickers!!” again…..”Snickers”…..we wait some more……and then, bringing up the rear, my man Snickers, at the top of the steps….he made it…..so proud of this little guy.  I knew he had it in him.

And now, a few days later, he knows the routine, he goes out, he comes in, we don’t have to wonder…..He hangs out with us.  He sits on my lap and watches tv with the family.  We even journeyed down to the end of the block on a leash today (we were slightly unsure about said leash but we were also unsure about going outside at one point, right – so we’ll work on it).

This little guy has come LEAPS and BOUNDS in the week or so that he has been with us.  He ENJOYS being loved (never had it).  He enjoys sitting on our laps (never had it).  He enjoys living in a home (never had it).  And this all happened within a week.  Imagine what’s in store for this special guy with the whole world in front of him……I’m so looking forward to seeing him in his forever home – he SO deserves that.

Snickers

Must see to believe…

As human beings, isn’t it our responsibility to oversee all things that can’t “care” for themselves?  Babies, elderly, animals, plants if you really want to stretch it…… 

My husband and I were APPALLED this week when we picked up 2 of (I believe 15) total surrendered puppy mill dogs that lived locally.  You hear about “puppy mills” all the time and see them on tv and you hear about or even meet people who have a puppy mill rescue – but have you ever had a raw puppy mill rescue in front of you?  It’s eye-opening.  From what I understood from the woman who transported them to me, someone was at a yard sale and was approached by the son of the family asking if anyone knew anyone who could help out with rescuing these dogs – the mother of the family recently became ill and it become difficult to care for the dogs.  From what I heard, the ones we picked up Monday night were the “good” ones.  We also have Snickers (in our home currently). 

Frankie was super sweet, very nice – didn’t bat an eye at us at all.  But Rudy had a different opinion of us and didn’t want much to do with being touched – and who could blame him?  The mats, the urine, dirt, probably feces, that coated his poor body made my head spin and the odor knocked us off our feet.  We had to literally pour Rudy out of his crate when we got home because he was so frightened of us and the new world around him.  Getting him back in wasn’t fun either.  We let the two wander around the yard for a bit and tried to feed them but not surprisingly, they didn’t seem to have much of an appetite.  

Without a peep, Rudy and Frankie settled in for the night with thoughts of their spa day on Tuesday, I could not wait to see what they would look like, if they would even be able to groom them. 

Here is Frankie pre wash, cut and blow out….. 

Frankie - pre spa day

 and after………………….he cleaned up nicely!! 

Frankie after a little pampering

And now the piece de resistance - ladies, we know how our entire attitude can change after a haircut, right?  Well, Rudy now knows that too.  His entire demeanor changed – he went from a grumpy (probably in pain from all of those mats) growly dude walking into Petsmart into a guy that danced and sauntered (even strutted) walking out – the girls at Petsmart in Collegeville had him sitting and taking treats – I swore they switched dogs on me – I teared up – this wasn’t the same guy who was cowering in a crate the night before that didn’t want to come near us and barely let us touch him.  Amazing……Well, without further ado…..here he is…..I hear he’s a little lap dog now….. 

Rudy, before the makeover

 I’m still stunned…… 

 

Rudy's total transformation!

I believe Rudy is smiling – he has had the weight of the world removed from him – figuratively and literally.

All good things…

And if I stopped there….this would be a decent post.  All. good. things.  But then you wouldn’t get to hear a story with the happiest of endings…

6 years ago my husband and I were married at the most magical of places.  Faunbrook Bed & Breakfast, located in West Chester, Pennsylvania.  We fell as in love with the bed & breakfast as we did with the innkeeper.  Pat.  A sweet motherly woman with a gentle demeanor, a kind voice and smiling eyes.  My second mother.  She made our wedding feel like the ONLY wedding being performed at Faunbrook.  Ever.  I’m sure behind the scenes, things were different, but, she never let on that they were.

Pat has since sold Faunbrook, a sad day for us as we have been back  for Mother’s Day tea, my Mother’s 65th birthday party and our anniversary.  Faunbrook is near and dear to us.  We have stayed in touch with Pat through some 6 odd years, receiving updates on her family, the comings and going of her beloved pets and have talked about getting together sometime “soon”.  You know how that goes…

“Soon” was thrust upon us after Pat read my blog the other day.  She wanted to know more about Gomer.  After two failed attempts at getting my favorite furry friend adopted, and wondering if I had to make room in my house for a 6th, I received an e-mail from Pat telling me that she believed that Gomer was meant to live with her.  All this time that we have had Gomer, the fact that I have been dreaming of his perfect home: a retiree, his roaming the grounds of the property by day (aka, living the good life) and sitting book side by the feet of his new owner on the porch by night (aka, living the good life).  A home with no children and no other dogs.  All the people that have met Gomer…..and Pat was thinking about adopting him.  Awesome.

I brought Gomer over to Pat’s tonight.  He chewed through the poop bag leash attachment holder on the way over but quite honestly, I would have too – first dates give anyone the jitters.  She had a bowl of water ready for her new baby (which he promptly spilled - again, nerves) and Gomer seemed to love Pat and his new yard and home – sniffing everything and then hunkering down on the ground while we sat and chatted)!  Pat had a new name picked out for her new guy – and thank goodness because everyone that has ever met Gomer has had a comment about his name – So, Gomer is now and will forever be referred to as Quinn.  After Pat chose the name Quinn, she looked up its meaning.  Quinn means “fifth”.  Quinn is Pat’s fifth dog.  Again, awesome.

I don’t know much but I do know that all good things come to those who wait.  No really, it’s true.  Pat, congratulations on your new addition and Quinn, thank you for being patient with us and waiting while we found you the most perfect mother out there. 

And yes Quinn, my friend, you’re still getting your hair did on Tuesday.

Gomer, I am not your mama….

I am beginning to think Gomer thinks that I am his mama.  I got to thinking this when, on our 6 am walk this morning, he walked up our walkway steps before I even did.  Not that I don’t adore the little dude.  I do.  I think he’s so completely out of this world cool.  In fact I’m starting to sound like a damn broken record. A door to door saleswoman, if you will.  I can often be overheard saying (enter monotone voice) - “Gomer is so low maintenance.  Gomer is so laid back.  I hardly ever know he’s even in my home.  Wouldn’t you love to have a little Gomer of your own?”  Blah, blah, blah, blah.  It’s all true but stop me when you’ve heard me say it 1,000 times, or have I exceeded that by a thousand?

It makes me wonder why poor little Gomer has not found his forever home.  OK, he’s no lab and he’s no golden retriever.  He is, as I say, the underdog.  But when did we stop rooting for the underdog?  He is a dog, a living, breathing, being – with a story, just like you and me.  As we walk him through town, person after person stops us and asks about him – people seem to ooh and aah, and want to take him home but no one ever takes that leap of faith.  This is the guy to take the leap of faith on.  He likes to play, is friendly, lays around quietly in the house – not making a fuss about much.  Walks great on his leash – goes in his crate like a trooper and once in sits down and doesn’t make a peep…..I don’t know what else to do to make G-man more marketable.  We’ve taken him to the pet store, downtown, to the farmer’s market – you name it!  I’d attach balloons to him but I think he might float away.  So, if you know ANYONE who might be interested in the man of the hour (man of the month, really), please send him our way – the longer he stays, the more settled he gets in our home and the harder it is for him to leave.  I certainly don’t expect all of our dogs to get adopted in 24 or 48 hours.  Even a week is an exceptional amount of time but we’re going on a month now – it’s certainly for not loving him - I do – I just need him, want him to find his forever home – after all, that’s why we’re doing this and the quicker we find that home, the more dogs we can save.

On funnier note – I thought you would get a chuckle out of the carnage that goes on in a house of 7 dogs – if I had chalk, I would have done the outline.  A new or gently used “stuffed animal” or squeaker toy lasts, generally, 1-2 days in this house, and I’m not even kidding (and these are just the indoor toys – the outdoor toys are not photographable).  If the toy has stuffing, the stuffing will promptly be removed.  If there is a squeaker involved, it will also be dissected.  We’re not sure why – maybe it annoys them, we don’t know.

the carnage

Foster mom failure

I want you all to know that I’ve completely failed as a foster mom and I’m not afraid to admit it.  No, not in the way you’re thinking.  I shouldn’t have dogs removed from my home.  I haven’t hurt anyone.  Haven’t withheld food or water.  Haven’t done anything “wrong”, perse. 

Unless you call not letting one of my foster dogs leave the nest a “failure”.  Then I will take my big fat F and wear it proudly!

From the moment I laid eyes on our newest addition, I knew she was a special girl, I just didn’t realize she was going to be our special girl.  She’s just perfect – perfect for us.  She listens to everything we say.  Sits when we ask her to sit.  She walks into her crate before we even ask her.  She sprawls out on our laps like it’s been her place all her life – practically TOO comfortable jumping on our couch!  Not one accident in the house.  Loves to ride in the car.  Gentle with our Chihuahuas, only slightly curious about our cat.  Has THE sweetest disposition.  The perfect dog, right?  How did we get so lucky?  How did this dog end up on the streets of Kensington and why did no one come for her?

It was bound to happen.  I honestly didn’t think it was going to happen to us.  I SWORE it wouldn’t happen to us – it couldn’t happen to us. We’ve had THIS VERY discussion.  Our home is too small.  That quickly went out the window with the batting of one little girl’s eyes and the wiggle of one’s butt.  We made room, moved some things around (goodbye bed, see ya later refrigerator and who needs an oven anyway?) and we made it work.  We rescued another one - now there are five Causey canines.  We believe you don’t need a lot of room in your house – they’re lying around and sleeping most of the time anyway – we like to think of it as “cozy” and always remember the alternative.  It’s outside that they’re in need of the space and that’s where we have the fenced in yard and walk them sometimes twice a day – good for us, good for them!

People used to look at me like I had 7 heads when I told them I had 4 dogs – how will they react when I tell them 5?  Ha!  Like I always say, small home, huge heart.

Oh and the newbie’s name…….drum roll please……is Katherine Divine…..but we won’t stand on ceremony – you can call her Kat for short.  (that’s right, we named our dog, Kat).  And the best part, she already answers to it.

We are THRILLED to have this sweet angel as a new addition to our family – are we crazy?  Yes.  But we admit it and admitting it is always the first step.  You only go around this place once and I plan on doing it meaningfully and with purpose. 

Now, please help me welcome Kat……

Kat

Kat

 

Kat Divine

 On a side note and an update – the puppies are safely rescued from my neighbor’s home (thank you Kristen) and are available for adoption through All 4 Paws Rescue (all4pawsrescue.com).  The mother of the puppies is being spayed tomorrow (also courtesy of A4P) so hopefully no more puppies!  The puppies are PRECIOUS and are going fast.  Here are just 2 of them.

Mickey

Miles