Blog the Change – GRSF

Hey It’s Jet Here.

We’re participating in Blog the Change Day today.

Blog the Change

Today, we’re saluting breed rescues.   Often, when a movie highlights a particular breed, like the Airbud series, a dumping of that breed occurs when humans realize that puppies = lots of work, the breed does not suit the human’s situation, or the K9 does not act like the K9 in the movie.

Mom waited almost 30 years to share her life with a Golden Retriever, like my Great Aunt Harriet’s K9, Brandy.  When Mom learned about breed rescue in the summer of 2004, she could not believe that four Golden Retriever rescues existed in the South Florida area.

Mom and I have shared our gratitude for Golden Rescue South Florida many times.   We support GRSF because they:

  • Kept my sister, Koko, (may she be frolicking over the Rainbow Bridge), out of the pound when her human went to jail in 2005,
  • Saved my life with 4 days to spare from Animal Services in 2008, even though I was not a golden. (Thank heavens Miss Carole thought my face was handsome!)
  • Plucked JJ out of Animal Services when she got dumped in 2011.

Three women, Miss Carol in Miami Dade County, Miss Lee Ann in Broward County and Miss Lisa in Palm Beach County have dedicated and committed themselves 1000% to help save and find forever homes for Goldens, mostly Goldens and a few honorary Goldens!  We appreciate them with all our hearts and paws.

 

Remember, if you feel deeply connected to a particular breed, no worries, you can STILL rescue!  Google your breed of choice with the word rescue plus your state and see what happens.

Another great Blog the Change Day.

Gotta Protect My Boys

Hey, It’s Jet Here.

Houston, we have a little problem.  J.J. thinks our felines belong in the toy basket.  Seriously, I’ve TRIED to explain they breathe air like we do and prefer to freely saunter, scamper and move through the house at will.  Every time either Puffy or Fluffy goes on the move, J.J. chases them in her playful, endearing way.

To their credit, the guys try to avoid contact, however, when she enters the FMZ (feline man zone) all bets are off.  Puffy, hisses like a viper and swats at J.J.’s face.  Fluffy desperately tries to outrun her and hide.  He will hiss only as a last resort.

I’ve tried a few tactics so far to wrestle educate her in the ways of our home, no luck yet.  I’ve had to turn my body sideways to block J.J. from reaching my boy, Fluff, a few times.  Surprisingly, I took pity on Puffy once and blocked for him, too.  Hey, now that I’m saying this, do you think the Miami Dolphins might have some use for me?  Jet, I think the Dolphins could use all the help they can get.  Cool.

A few nights back, my human sister, Rachel, had a J.J. sleepover in her room with the door shut.  I thought Puffy and Fluffy were going to high paw me in Mom’s bed.  We resumed our previous sleeping locations and enjoyed a boys’ sleepover with Mom.  Bliss.

Like I said before, she’s a work in progress.

Another great day.