Pit Bulls get such a bad rap that I try and point out good things that happen with this breed... At the end of 2012 (the day after Christmas), TLC rescued a VERY pregnant Pit Bull with her 6 month old daughter... The report came into
Delano Animal Services that there was a 'mean and vicious set of Pit Bulls in the lemon grove by my house'... A TLC volunteer drove to Delano and saved these two - the mom was originally named "Lemoncello" because of the grove... Her daughter got adopted out almost as soon as we got her spayed and up to date on shots...
Lemoncello (to be renamed "Momma") had her 9 puppies two weeks later in the VERY small office in my home... It was a 14 hour effort with all family members chipping in to keep the whelping area dry and clean as Momma delivered her pups... One pup we almost lost and were it not for my husband's efforts with resuscitation and care, she would not be a healthy Pitty today...
Momma's puppies all became adopted right away and my volunteers kept turning down each adoption application we got on her... They wanted her to become a 'shop dog' and eventually she started coming home with me each night from the rescue shop... She's smart... REALLY smart... Each challenge I throw at her, she achieves and exceeds my expectations...
Now that you have her back story, let me share some more with you...
Not only has Momma traveled to Vegas to attend a Best Friends rescue conference, she has been an ambassador of the breed to MANY young children and folks afraid of this breed... She'll lick you to death given half a chance... A few of the TLC volunteers she absolutely LOVES, and spotting them from way off, she will get totally nuts with excitement and overjoyed with the anticipation of lovin' up on them...
We called on Momma to save a little puppy's life who needed blood transfusions.... I rushed this pup to our vet's office, convinced he would die before I got there with him and Momma...
I put Momma in a 'sit-stay' and she stood while they pulled blood from her artery in the neck and transfused the pup... As God is my witness, that pup was prostrate and near death... But in less than 10 minutes, he was up and howling, jumping around like all puppies do... The vet techs could not believe they did not need to muzzle Momma to get the blood drawn and then even more surprised with Momma's blood saved this pup from dying...
Now, let me share the fourth 'save' Momma has done... This 'mean, vicious Pit Bull' that she is... (being sarcastic here as I truly believe Momma knows she is helping other canines and people get over the bad rap Pitties get)...
A little over a week ago on Saturday, August 27th, one of the TLC volunteers let us know that her dear Fredo had been admitted to Conejo Valley Animal Hospital in severe straits...
He had some red blood-like bruises on his belly and blood tests confirmed that he has very low counts on platelets (14... and they admit dogs with under 70,000 for ER care)... Fredo was actually bleeding out internally...
At the time, they did not really know what was wrong with Fredo and were doing everything they could to save his life... They were treating it very aggressively and he continued to deteriorate...
Getting no better, the next day I suggested that Momma could donate blood to Fredo on the hope it would help... Eventually on Tuesday, August 30th, a blood transfusion became literally his last hope and we rushed Momma over for the donation of blood... Again, she was great and well-behaved... I truly do think she knows she is doing something good for other dogs... I really do...
And Fredo is a SWEET Schnauzer mix... Full of love and young - he's only 4 years old!... Very much loved by his fur-parents and has always received the best of care...
That afternoon they transfused only half of what was drawn from Momma and Fredo started perking up... He ate the fresh chicken his mom had brought for him...
Diagnosis? (per his mom)
Fredo has an autoimmune disorder that causes Thrombocytopenia which causes his own body to destroy his platelets. There is no known cause. It usually goes undetected until it becomes life threatening. Usually in younger dogs it's hard to find because they don't get blood work done as often. They admit dogs with low platlets at 70,000 and he had 0. He's really lucky to be alive. He has bleeding in his GI tract because of Meds or that the platlets can't clot the bleeding. Once in remission, he can start to be weaned off the Meds slowly and monitored closely within 6mo-year. It might come back "with a vengeance " but we are not going there yet.
Two days later on September 1st, according to his mom -
"Fredo has improved significantly!!!! The vet said they are having a celebration in the lab because he has 104,000 NEW PLATLETS!!!! Thanks to Momma for buying him some time and new medications he might be able to come home tomorrow! He's not out of the woods yet, but this is the best news we've had in 5 days. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.
And on September 2nd, Fredo was well enough to come home... He's on tons of meds and needs to take it easy of course... Even just moving around slightly,
our muscles do these little mini-tears, causing micro bleeding and if you don't have platelets or your body is not making them, the body's natural system cannot clot this mini-tears.
I have now joking referred to Fredo as being a 'Schn-itty' having been infused with Momma's blood (her mom was a American Staffordshire and dad was a Bull Terrier, according to the DNA we ran)...
We continue to pray and wish for good thoughts for Fredo...
BTW, Fredo's mom 'gives back' by doing all of the gorgeous photos of the dogs and puppies we rescue these past several years... And the TLC volunteer group is very much a family, extended and large, but all of us pull together when one member or their furbabies are in danger... I am grateful Momma has such strong, rich blood and she readily is willing and able to donate blood to other canines in need...
So the next time you see a Pit Bull, and immediately think bad thoughts of the breed, consider how many of these noble dogs are giving back ~~ and in BIG ways ~~ to others and the community...
I know Momma 'gives back' to me every night as she listens to my day and gets her pats and cuddles... 76 pounds, but tons and tons of heart and love for everyone she meets... I wish everyone would get these 'Momma blessings' that I do!
Love ya, Momma! ♥♥♥ Thanks for saving another dog's life! ♥♥♥
Not to bore you too much with details of my personal life but I have a lot of back issues and don't sleep very well... Haven't for years, as a matter of fact... Too many hours in one position, and 'Brumhilda' (as I call my blasted back) will wake me up and 'talk' to me in a manner that I don't care for... "OUCHIE" does not describe it either... And for those with back problems, I know you can relate...
At my house, my 'alpha' is Peanut (or 'PeanniePeannie' as she is known)...
By sleeping with me I gave (and give) her alpha status in the canine pack language... She just turned 16 years old, and other than her midnight 'I gotta go' tendency, she still acts like a puppy....
About 2-3 years ago, she stopped going down the doggie steps and outside to do her widdlin at night...
After numerous (and many) tries to change this behavior, I realized it was old age creeping up and had no medical basis... So.... Rather than wake up with that 'OH NO' wet feeling, I moved Peanut moved to a crate for sleeping at night... It is at bed level and right aside of my bed,... She retains her alpha status but there are no accidents in my bed...
This was right around the time my doctor starting going on and on about allowing my dog to sleep with me... If you have problems sleeping at night, it is one of the first things they ask you... "Do you have a dog and does it sleep with you? If so, you need to stop doing this and you'll sleep better."
The doctors give you a whole, long laundry list of things to do in a routine to sleep better at night and although I have put almost all of them into practice, I still don't sleep much better (overall)...
I've sorta/kinda resigned myself to climbing into bed at 9PM, falling asleep around 10PM and waking back up around 2-3AM... Usually I get up and get to my computer, knock out a few hours of hard work and when I eventually get sleepy (if I do), I'll try and catch the other 2-3 hours of sleep I feel I am missing... It is a very weird schedule, but I have learned to work around Ms. Brumhilda if I want to get through each day now...
For about 18 months or so, my husband and I slept without any dogs in bed and two things became evident to me - 1) I don't sleep any better without a dog in my bed and 2) I don't like sleeping without a dog in my bed...
My husband is a late night TV watcher who can't sleep with the TV on, and I am not a TV watcher, but like the TV on for the white noise to sleep...
Otherwise, even small noises wake me up and then I get to lay there, staring at the ceiling and thinking or listening to the fan go 'whirl, whirl, whirlwhirl, whirl, whirl, whirlwhirl' while he snores (and not in unison with the fan)...
Not quite a year ago, one of my fosters developed a strong attachment to me and I resisted it for several months... After all, Momma is a Boxer/Pitty and I am not a fan of big dogs the older I get - I just don't have the strength to hold onto them in training modes...
But one of the major positive aspects of
adopting a rescued dog is they all have this 'attitude for gratitude'
somehow... I have always described it as they know just how BAD life can
be, so when they get a good one, they appreciate it MUCH more, ya know?
Eventually Momma was more determined to become a Nelson than I was about resisting her unlimited devotion to me... When I finally agreed to adopt her outright, she was going to have a job and work for her keep...
I started training Momma around the last part of March in 2013 and by the end of May, she had her CGC certification done...
Momma now is an ambassador of her breed and will basically lick to you death if given half a chance... It helps when you are trying to show kids at the rescue shop that not all big dogs are to be feared... Momma has done a LOT of good in the past year and brought much awareness to the statement, "It is NOT the breed, but the owner"...
I had trained Momma to sleep in her bed on the floor alongside my side of the bed and she was great about it... That lasted only a few months until my husband invited her into our bed one night when he retired early and wanted to pet her...
After that, Momma would sit up with her head plopped down on the side of the bed, JUST STARING at me with those big dark almond colored eyes --- pleading to be allowed to come up into bed... I'm a tough broad but I can only take so much of that behavior and caved in... And almost immediately I realized just how much I missed having one of my dogs sleep with me...
With PeaniePeanie, I would pet her belly and she'd fall asleep curled into my belly as we both drifted off to sleep... It was almost like counting sheep at night for me...
But with Momma?... She's FAR too big to curl into anything!... She developed an affinity to stretching out along my back, so we'd end up back-to-back as we both drifted off to sleep... It is like a giant heating pad and while I still don't sleep 'well', I fall to sleep easier and stay asleep more readily now... Make sense?
A few months back, Momma developed a new behavior in bed at night... At first, she'd get up with me on the 2-3AM stirrings and follow me into the office... Didn't take her long to realize when she did that, she left a nice warm bed and eventually I'd come back to either find her or crawl back into bed... "So why bother?" she must have said to herself, ya know?
Now, if I get that 2nd shot at a full night's sleep, Momma stands up, waits for me to crawl into bed and get readjusted with the sleep body pillow, my neck pillows and my covers... She continues to stand there, staring at me, until I lift up the edge of my covers and invite her in underneath them!
Momma may only weigh 65 pounds, but she can dive in underneath the covers with the brute force of a Blue Whale!... Once underneath, she puts her paws over the sleep body pillow and now lays her head upon MY pillow!
OMG!
At first, I wasn't keen at all about this new development and we had a few discussions about this... I didn't want her breathing into my face nor any of these slobbery kisses in the middle of the night either... Plus she snores (like my husband does) and between her, him and the fan, it was next to impossible to get back to sleep!
Eventually we adjusted like anyone does who loves a rescued dog...
As long as there is no washing of my face at night and she's not snoring in my face afterwards, I can adjust and she's happy as a clam to be under the covers and sharing the warmth in those wee hours of the morning...
They don't happen every day, but when they do?... They are precious to experience and bring about warm fuzzies about what I do as a rescuer...
Recently, I started fostering a small 3 pound Chihuahua that has a hard time holding onto her weight and eating like a normal dog... She, unlike any other dog I have ever fostered or seen, has taken to sleeping on Momma during the day like a pillow...
Deva has learned to balance herself on Momma's back and while I can find no other reason than the warmth, Momma doesn't even lift her head when Deva climbs on...
It is the oddest thing, but I guess Momma spreads 'good sleep' wherever she goes?
So what's the moral of this story?
For those of you who have already rescued a shelter dog, you already know...
But for those you who have not (yet), there are many, MANY extra blessings that come with an adoption - beyond just knowing that you have saved this dog's life... Seldom have I found a rescued dog to have any habits I could not correct and the majority of them arrived in a shelter situation through NO fault of their own... They are not 'broken' or 'defective'... In fact, most of the rescued dogs I know, have met or have loved are BETTER than any puppymill puppy or purebred puppy/adult I have come across...
And I also know that for every small bit of love I give a rescued dog, they give it back to me a hundred times or more... For sure, I love sleepin' with my Momma every night and she has enriched my life tremendously...
So the next time someone gasps in shock when they hear you 'sleep with the dog', ask them how many times they have woken up with someone they'd rather have NOT slept with... ... I'm sure that will quieten down the negative look and comments!
As Always,
Linda ♥
As the end of 2013 rolls around and the new year begins, I want to remind people again that it is not the breed that kills, but the owners... Our county still has an incredible amount of Pitties that die each week at the shelter... Litters bred without any forethought as to where the puppies will end up at, nor a pregnant momma... Male dogs are left intact because of some mistaken belief a male with testicles is somehow a better, "tough" dog... Instead, the males end up earlier with testicular cancer and aggression that is misdirected and not channeled... Children are bitten needlessly and there is no logical reason for we humans to keep breeding dogs and having puppies that either have no home to go to or are killed because of a glut of them on the market...
It is the owner that allows the dogs to stay intact and breed... Not the dogs themselves...
This week TLC adopted the second (pregnant) momma Pitty we saved in 2013... It was NOT an easy adoption despite having trainers come in and work with her... It was not the breed, it was the original owner that allowed Snow to have no canine manners or training early in life... It was the owner that kept her intact, allowed her to come into heat and become impregnated... I am positive Snow did not sign onto 'Match.com' and go out looking for a mate... All of the conscious choices made along the way were made by humans and Snow (and her 7 puppies) almost paid the price by her life...
We have another Boxer/Pitty in the rescue - her name is "Momma" and I adopted her in May of this year... After her 9 puppies were all adopted, she and I began an intense course of training and work to insure she had a job and was a viable member of the TLC team... Shortly afterwards I had her certified for therapy and then the CGC (Canine Good Citizen program done by the AKC)... Momma has a job - her job is to be a good ambassador of these two breeds, and as a rescued dog, show to the general public just how great these big, powerful dogs can be if the owner shows due diligence and trains them properly...
Momma comes with me to the shop and at night, she comes home with me... In fact, she sleeps in my bed!... Momma has been trained to get along well with my other dogs (3 pound Chihuahuas), but even so, I am always on vigilance to insure she doesn't hurt the little ones and each day, I re-enforce the training I have put into her... It is not a 'lick and whistle' kind of commitment - it is an every day commitment that is organic, changing and evolving as the need arises...
One of Momma's jobs is to show young children that Pitties can be nice, calm and responsive dogs instead of something to be afraid of... Once someone has asked our permission to pet Momma (the proper way to do it for any dog you do not know), she willing sits and allows herself to be petted over and over again by strangers...
Momma weighs 65 pounds and if she wanted to, she could easily hurt one of the little dogs we rescue through sheer weight alone... While I would not leave her and another Pitty alone, I can leave her walk around the back of the rescue shop with any of the dogs once they have been properly introduced... And although she looks small in these photos, there is a TREMENDOUS amount of power in those jaws and in the body once she starts moving...
We could have let her die along with her daughter and those 9 puppies in her belly when we found her in a shelter, but we chose not to... When we took Momma on as a rescue, we knew we were getting into a TON of commitment... One that began with her and continued onto how ever many puppies she produced... While we had nothing to do with her being intact or getting pregnant, it was our responsibility as humane citizens to see our responsibility through until her natural death - not one because of her breed or that a shelter had filled up, running out of space...
While Momma's story has a happy ending, few Pitty stories end well... If they arrive in a shelter, they usually go out paws facing the sky in a rendering company's steel drums...
Am I looking for shame and guilt here? You bet I am... Even if you yourself are not breeding Pittys, or allowing them to stay intact and get pregnant, any time you have a neighbor with one that has not been spayed and neutered, you are harming the dog indirectly... Should circumstances change tomorrow, that dog may be homeless and with little chance of living a long, natural life... If we as human beings don't speak up and make the effort to get these dogs spayed or neutered, we ourselves might as well be the ones pulling the trigger (or in this case, injecting the needle)...
Remember, it is not the breed, but the owners causing this huge overpopulation of unwanted pets in our nation's shelters!
It is my belief that a dear departed friend brought Momma into my life, along with Momma's guardian angel (B.J.) who gave up her day to drive to Delano and save Momma and her daughter from the shelter there... I'm not a fan of big dogs... I like all dogs, but the older I got, the smaller size of dog I started liking... Think it must have something to do with my ability to hold onto the bigger dogs now...
Somehow, some way Momma managed to adopt me long before I adopted her... I did an outstanding job of keeping her at an arm's length from my heart and my love... Worried that she would be adopted and/or fall into the wrong kind of hands because of her size, look and appearance, I did not waste time once her puppies were weaning though - we started that same day on training...
But I do LOVE smart female dogs... There is some kind of justification in my warped way of thinking that appreciates any smart female - be it human or canine... Maybe it is because we of this gender still butt up against discrimination each and every day of our lives in some form or another...
Because Momma's puppies were born at my
house, it was a very delicate and nerve-wracking experience... Not
really because of Momma, but more so because I have a small, blind
Chihuahua at home that could not get adopted... We also have a 2.5
pounder that has luxating patellas on all four legs --- walking about
for him is like Ichabod Crane or some disjointed scarecrow... Just the 65 pounds plus of Momma's frame could easily cause a safety
issue, so from the very start I kept Momma on a lead whenever she was
around the little ones...
The more I trained Momma, the more she sucked it up like a kitchen sink
sponge you wash dishes with... She'd quickly learn a new command with
just a few attempts... And some she has learned so fast she now does them without a command
(like 'pass through' which tells her to come from behind and pass
through your legs... she does it unexpectedly to those folks she
likes!)... If you are not prepared for her to do it, you end up riding
her without a saddle! (smile)...
The things I value most in my life are the things I grow to love more each and every day... The first one being my husband, Paul, who continues to love me regardless of what I throw at him... And continues to support me in my battle to go No-Kill in Ventura County in this generation (or at least before I die)...
I can honestly say I love him ten times more now than I did when I married him almost 16 years ago...
Momma also falls into this very elite and small category in my life... Just like my Paul, I respected her first and then began to love her... Initially very little because I knew we could not adopt her and she (in my mind) would find a much better home if adopted... After all, I spend far too much time each week at the rescue shop, and any dog close to me would have to come into the shop every day, troop back home at the end of the night with me, etc... Not the way I would want any dog to live...
But as a trusted TLC volunteer told me during the tough deciding process that Momma would get 100 times more love with me and all of the TLC volunteers at the rescue shop than another place on Earth... Slowly, most of the TLC volunteers 'worked' on me, trying to convince me that adopting Momma would be a good thing for me, my family and also for the rescue...
As Momma started going up to the gate that separates the back from the front of the rescue shop and interacting with folks coming through, I watched her 'lick-lick-lick' kids' hands showing them that big dogs like her (and who look like her) aren't something they always need to be afraid of... And I began to question if she could not have an actual job - being an ambassador of these breeds with the general public...
Not to say that I don't spoil Momma... I do and I won't lie about it... But just as much as I spoil her, I demand even more of her every day... We train in some form or fashion every day without fail... It might be something very small (as in how to walk and move around small 3-4 pounders) or to test new rescued dogs for aggression...
A hard thing for Momma to learn was "UP"... And because she is so big, I refuse to lift her into my truck... I can't tell you the number of times I stood outside the truck, resetting her over and over again as folks watched me trying to convince Momma to jump up into the cab...
Most people get embarrassed when their dogs don't listen to them... Not me (well, most times)... I just keep at it until the dog gets it... After all, I'm 55 years old now and there are still many things I STILL don't get (i.e. why young men wear their britches down on their thighs and their under-drawers are sticking out above)...
But along with all the teaching and learning, Momma gives me some hearty belly laughs, grins and giggles just about every day I spend with her...
Every morning I am one of those odd folks that watch my dogs poop... It is the quickest way I know to make sure everyone is on schedule and healthy, ya know?... Once business is taken care of, the Chihuahuas tend to immediately go to the loungers and climb up, content to bask in the warm morning sun...
We have a big ole June bug that got his calendar screwed up somehow... And it never fails... As soon as he sees everyone is sunbathing, that old June bug (who should be gone now as it the end of August) makes a direct line to buzz Momma... She's not quick enough on her feet to catch him, but she always springs up into action... "NO bug is gonna come into MY yard and head buzz me!" is what she seems to say... Momma's not fast, but more like a tractor trailer - once she slowly switches up through the various gears, she is a power to be reconciled with!... (LOL)....
Up she jumps and goes into her 'Momma dance'... It is as awkward as a new colt's first steps... Sometimes she makes it up gracefully - most times she does not... And by the time she's up and going? Junie, the June Bug is LONG gone...
But she's on the hunt, searching for him all throughout the back yard... Finally she gives up, goes back to her place in the sun, lays down and continues to enjoy her day... Within seconds of this? Out comes Junie again, dive-bombing Momma's head - and the process starts ALL over again!... It can go on for 30-45 minutes some mornings!
And if I actually laugh aloud? Momma gives me this quizzically look - "Mom, what are you laughing at?" kind of thing - which just makes me laugh even harder at her!... I truly don't see Momma ever catching Junie and I'd be sorry if she did, for it guarantees to give me one belly laugh every time I get the joy of experiencing it all!
Yes, I love my Momma and all the joy she has brought into my life... She taught me many things already about life and love that I hadn't thought about... And the true meaning of unconditional love, loyalty and devotion... How many of us are blessed with that in their lives?
...."and like a phoenix, she arose from the ashes..."
For those that either volunteer with TLC or follow our blog and rescue happenings, I am very happy (and proud) to report that Big Momma (AKA Lemoncello) has passed another major milestone in her life... She (and I) just passed the AKC CGC certification (Canine Good Citizen)...
I started working with Momma shortly before her puppies were weaned and getting ready to be adopted...
I thought she 'had what it takes' but I was not so sure I still 'had what it takes'... It has been a LONG time since I've had a rescue dog certified...
And because of the hours I spend at the rescue shop, there are not a lot of hours left in a day past sleeping to provide for training...
Twice I scheduled the testing to then push back because I believed we could not pass... And I wanted to pass the FIRST time (my own personal pride and vanity showing here)... Last week I got it in my head that I needed to stop thinking and worrying --- and JUST DO IT!
She was scheduled for 11AM yesterday at the back of the rescue shop... I'd been working a lot with Momma around the mall - dealing with delivery trucks, lots of the general public walking around, kids, distractions, etc. I'd started the beginning of March and although I did not put in as much time as I wanted, I felt pretty confident we'd reach the point of trying for the certification...
There is no gray with me - everything is either black or white... You passed or you failed... I either love you with everything I got, or I don't... There is no halfway measures with me, and Momma has been the main sources of comfort and devotion for the past few months... She's so gosh darned 'huggable' and each new command I taught her has turned me into a stage mom or overly proud furparent! "Let me show you Momma's new trick" and more times than not, she'd not do it on command... What a goober she's been! (smile)...
So although it was scheduled and I was pretty sure what was coming, about 10AM I started to REALLY get nervous about all of this... Things I had planned on refreshing or getting done became impossible to achieve as other folks' schedules changed... I asked Shallan, a long time volunteer at the rescue shop, to come outside and do a 50' free recall with Momma... Momma did fine with just a tiny bit of hesitation so my heart dropped to my ankles... UT OH... Maybe I should reschedule again? No, Linda... stick with the plan...
By the time we started certifying Momma, I was a bundle of nerves inside... Why? I do not know - not something I see in myself very frequently... And I had told no one that I'd been planning this for weeks in case I failed Momma or she failed me...
She passed - "with no hesitation" according to the instructor, Alan... I was a bit too heavy handed and tight with the lead... A few weeks ago Momma had gotten into the habit of wanting to be ahead of me on the walk and I'd been working hard on having her at my knee in a tight heel command...
Because of my own physical health issues recently between the neck brace and right wrist brace, I wasn't in as tight of command of her as I like to be... And I think I over compensated for that with Momma during the testing... She's still a puppy at 18 months and now at 70 pounds, she can be 570 pounds when she decides it is play time! LOL...
But I am SO proud of her... It is one thing off of my bucket list that I have wanted for a long, long time... And the more you want something or the more you talk about it, it seems that you are less likely to get it (or at least I have found in my life)...
Now onto bigger and better things!
CONGRATULATIONS, MOMMA!
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Kathryn is one of the members of TLC's Bathing Brigade... Volunteers who give up one day of their week each week, come into the rescue shop, and bathe dogs... This insures that all of our dogs get a bath at least once a week...
We have a grooming station set up at the rescue shop... It has a large grooming sink that normally has a step-up inside and then a shelf on top of that which covers the entire width and depth of the sink... Makes it much easier on your back to bathe dogs (or wash dishes)....
I digress here for a few lines... Everyone at the rescue shop has fallen deeply in love with Momma, and she's loving life with us... Everyone who comes into volunteer at the rescue shop has to give the password with the 'gatekeeper' (Momma)... Password?... "Give me some love, attention and affection - THEN I will let you pass forward"... (smile)...
Momma is such a happy, happy girl so it is just natural that all of us want to do things for her, spoil her, play with her throughout the day, hug up on her, walk her through her tricks or just plain walk her!...
So (back on topic),
when we need to bathe big
dogs, we pull out the step-up and usually one of the guys will lift the
dog into the sink... Such is the case with Momma, who Kathryn has been
wanting to bathe for a few weeks...And yesterday with the day!
Thankfully Ruben was at the shop and able to lift Momma's 65 pounds into the bathing sink for Kathryn to do her magic and spa treatment!
I don't think Momma was as happy about the bath as Kathryn was!
But the nicest thing about getting a bath at TLC's rescue shop? The sweet kisses and cuddles that come along with the baths! I mean, how can you resist these sweet puddles of love???
