Sunday

A POEM TO MY FOSTER DOG...

This has been a very stressful two weeks, lots going on at home with my dogs and the storms and the rescue world is busy.  Abbie is finally out of her cone, and she is happy and has been in the lake every day.  Elaine has been with her Father for two weeks, she is his only living child, and when her Mother passed away, she is his intercessor to the world and helped him through his recent operation.  I need her to come back because there is no toilet paper on the roll.  A friend posted this several nights ago on Clancy’s Dream Facebook page, and it really hit me and here is why…


A POEM TO MY FOSTER DOG, by Diane Morgan

I am the bridge
between what was and what can be.
I am the pathway to a new life.

Many times I have seen the what was and what can be in the life of a dog.  I never thought about how I see both sides in their life when most do not.  I have picked up dogs that were covered in urine and feces and had never been out of their cage.  I have been greeted with guns on several occasions and seen dogs that had no will to live because their human companion did not.  The dog was the last thing that ever got attention, food or water and at times some of them had never been on real grass.  Clancy’s Dream is the pathway to their new life.

I am made of mush,
because my heart melted when I saw you,
matted and sore, limping, depressed,
lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.

The day when Guinness came to Clancy's Dream, he would not take a treat,

The day he left his foster's Home
 My heart melted many times, no, all the time.  I saw them when they knew nothing about life, love or where their next meal would come from.  One dog, our last little rescues was so lost that he would bury his head under his paws just to escape the world of humans and how bad they are.  I got inside the kennel with him and put my hands over my face and cried and he then allowed me to touch him.  Little did he know he was to be euthanized but he came into our arms, only by luck… Guinness is only one of several we saved that was doomed.

For one little time you are mine.
I will feed you with my own hand
I will love you with my whole heart
I will make you whole.

In my heart, they are mine even if it’s for a little while.  I care about you, worry about you and fret about if you will like your new home.  In my mind, no one can ever love you like I do but I know that’s not true…  Many times I will wrap my arms around you and just hold you, hoping you’ll understand what love is.  How can I not get attached to you when I see you transform into a dog that lays in my lad, licks my face and follow me around because you want me.

I am made of steel,
because when the time comes,
when you are well and sleek,
when your eyes shine, and your tail wags with joy
then comes the hard part.

No one will ever understand the pain that we go through when we give you up and when that time comes, you are healthy, well loved and happy.  You are a long way from that fearful dog that would bark and run away, and your fur that was, yellow from urine and matted is now shiny and new.  You are now a beautiful dog, both inside and out and you became part of our pack and my heart.

I will let you go not without a tear,
but without a regret.
For you are safe forever
A new dog needs me now.

Yes, I will let you go but never without a tear that most will never see.  As I walk away, something is always in my eye and throat because I can’t seem to see or speak, but my heart is bursting with joy.  You are now forever safe from the chain, cage, and hell that you lived in and your dream of a new life is just ahead if only you knew, but soon will.  I think about you often.  You will always be part of us, and I see you in my thoughts and dreams.

Lilly is a full blooded BC.  She was locked up in her cage, never getting out to go to the bathroom.  I was under the watchful eye of an armed man watching my every move I make when I picked her up.  She was so bad, we went straight to the vet.  She came out of her bonds and recovered, I miss and love her so...

Sadly a dog is in trouble, but hopefully, the owners have the sense to contact a rescue rather than dumping their dog at the dog pound where you may be killed before they even walk out the front door.  Yes, a new dog needs “us” now.  And Clancy’s Dream and its members are ready to help.   Ken


About 2.4 million healthy, adoptable cats and dogs—about one every 13 seconds—are put down in U.S. shelters each year. Often these animals are the offspring of cherished family pets. Spay/neuter is a proven way to reduce pet overpopulation, ensuring that every pet has a family to love them.  The Humane Society of the United States.   Border Collies are on the top ten list of all dogs given up to shelters.  Yes a new dog needs us now!    Ken and the crew of Clancy's Dream...

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Headed North...

This has been a roller coaster week.  Elaine is gone out of state for a week to be with her day for surgery and won't be back until Thursday.  Not much peace and quiet here with everything going on, This morning, I am getting ready to drive a few hours to see some sheep herding and see Clancy’s Granddaughter and along with her is a foster that is in Clancy’s Dream program.


 Things are speeding up in the dog world, and I spend nearly 8 hours every day working on the foundation and seem to never get caught up.  I can tell because of the stacks of folders that are everywhere on my desk and floor.  It’s exciting to see everything come together but I also see I am getting further behind.

Dutchess went fishing yesterday.  I know this sounds strange, but she will see the fish in the water and her tail goes up, and she will watch and wait.   Photos from several years ago but this is a common occurrence.


It’s so funny to watch her, she will get to a fever pitch, and when she can’t stand it, she will get in the water.  




Once there, she will bite at the water.  Don’t think she can’t get one, she can and has.  What really makes her day is when I throw some fish feed in the water, and the catfish comes around her.  

I need a pole and what are you looking at?
Once we had some company and they were fishing and caught some and put them in a bucket.  She put her head in the water and grabbed one and off she went.  Don’t know what she did, but I’m sure it was fun.  If she had thumbs, she would have a fishing pole.


Short post, I’m heading North to to see one of our foster dogs and part of my heart…  Ken

Grandfather is found...

Dutchesses Great Grandfather is found...

The town of Silverton, nestled at the edge of the foothills of the Cascades east of Salem, has been home to some notably famous personalities, including the movie star Clark Gable.  But this town’s most famous icon is probably a dog named Bobbie the Wonder Dog.

In the summer of 1923, Frank and Elizabeth Brazier packed up their touring car and headed east for a visit to Indiana. And, of course, Bobbie came with them — perched proudly atop the pile of luggage in the back seat, or else riding jauntily on a running board.


They were almost to their destination when it happened: Frank was gassing up the Red Bird when a pack of local mongrels jumped Bobbie. The last Frank saw of Bobbie that day, he was running for his life with three snarling dogs in hot pursuit.
At the time, Frank wasn’t worried. Bobbie, he thought, could take care of himself; he’d be waiting back at the house where the Braziers were staying, but he wasn’t.
The Braziers started searching. They called around town, advertised in the local newspaper and did some driving around. Still no Bobbie. So, leaving instructions to hang onto him if he reappeared, they continued on their trip. They’d pick him up on the way back home, they figured.


They figured wrong. Bobbie still wasn’t around on their return. So, regretfully, the Braziers continued on their way, leaving instructions to send him home on a rail car at their expense should he turn up — hoping for the best, but fearing the worst.
Exactly six months later, one of Elizabeth Brazier’s daughters was walking down a Silverton street with a friend  “Oh look — isn’t that Bobbie?” she said.

Sure enough, it was Bobbie — sore of foot, matted of coat, his toenails worn down to nothing. Bobbie had logged more than 2,500 miles and probably well over 3,000 — swimming rivers and crossing the Continental Divide in the dead of winter to get back home to Silverton and his owners.  


Within a week the story was making national headlines. Friendly people with whom Bobbie had stayed for a night or two on his journey wrote in to tell their stories. Putting all of this together, the Humane Society of Portland was able to piece together a surprisingly precise account of the route Bobbie took: After coming back to Wolcott and finding the Braziers gone, Bobbie first followed them northeast, farther into Indiana. Then he started striking out on what must have been exploratory journeys in various directions — perhaps trying to pick up a familiar scent to give him a sense of the direction to take.

Eventually, he found what he was looking for, and struck out for the West Coast.  On their trip, the Braziers had left their car in service stations each night. Bobbie visited each of these on the way, along with a number of private homes. He also spent some time in a hobo camp. In Portland, he stayed for some time with an Irish woman, who nursed him back to health after some sort of accident left his legs and paws gashed upBobby, the collie, was home. By Finn J.D. John — January 2, 2011

I would only assume that this is Dutchesses Great Grandfather but truth be known I'm sure it had a different twist.  If Bobby was anything like Dutchess, he was perched proudly atop the pile of luggage in the back seat and no-one knew he was there but if it was Dutchess, she would have jumped on the front seat, barging her way past anything or everyone just to get something that may have dropped on the floor that remotely could be something to eat.  


She would have been left at the gas station because she wondered off smelling food.  She followed her nose and went looking for something to eat on her extended trip.  Not worried a bit, she would have gone from house to house on her extended food binge meeting interesting people and different kinds of food, liking anything she was given.  


Also as she traveled throughout the nation, and when times got scarce her sad eyes always work for food and shelter, there was always the lifted paw in the air that stole anyone's heart or her laying down with her feet up in the air.  When she finally mosied back home, I'm sure she would have gained weight because of her mooching for food and rides and the people that called back to the little town were complaining about the stolen food and wanted someone to pay for her meals...  Only Dutchess...  Dad

The Border Collies of Dogwood Ridge






Can I just lick it?

 I have been playing Nurse since the 22nd of March.  This time it’s Abbie because of an injury that she received playing.  Now, this is not the first time that this has happened to her or others but she told me that “this is getting old.”  While I agreed with her, she also said “I’m not coming to you when you act like you’re going to give me a treat. You’re just tricking me, and you always do something to my BOO BOO.  It hurts, and I’m smarter than that.” And I also had to agree, “well what you want me to do?” “Nothing. I can just lick it.”  “That’s the problem, Duh, and that’s why you have the cone on,” I said.


“You know I can’t even lick my butt!” she said, “Will you lick it for me?”  “NOOOO I won’t”  that’s repulsive to even think about it.  “We do it all the time, that’s who we are, try it, I have a cone on and can’t get to it,” she said.  “ABBIE” that’s enough,” I said.  “Will you at least let ME lick my sore”  “No, you might do something to it, and it won’t heal, and I don’t want to go down that road. “We always lick our sores and before there were Vet’s that was the only way we fixed it.”  “You do have a point, and I remember once we had Clancy at the Vet for a big cut on his chest.  The Doctor said that if they were in the wild, it would heal on its own.”


“Look, Dad, we’ve been on this earth since you have and until the last hundred years, you all invented Veterinarians and who knows what else.  I have seen your medical bag, and just this week, you bought a skin stapler, what’s that for, tell me and it better not be for “us” dogs.”  “OK, I will admit, I’m  just trying to cut corners at times because there are nine of you”  “Not my problem, but did you have to use CRAZY GLUE on one of my cuts, REALLY.” She said,  “It worked didn’t it, and you didn’t have to take a ride in the car.”  I’m never getting in that car, never!  Tell me one time when I went somewhere with you, and it was fun?” she said.  “You got me on that one, I can’t think of any, I am sorry every trip was painful in one way or another.”
“You know Abbie I hate it more than you do,”  I said.  “NO you don’t,” she said, “I can’t run, get in the water or even play ball and it’s even hard to eat, you try it,”  she said. 


What Abbie doesn’t understand it that we all really do hate it but as she said, it is hard especially for a Border Collie who is the most active of the pack.  What she doesn’t understand is that we are trying to help all of them and in cases, save their life.  If I can get over this hurdle like once before, then life will be good at the farm…until the next bump in the road.
“Dad… will you take my cone off so I can lick my…”  “Don’t go there!”  I said.  Dad

Five years ago…





Nearly five years ago to the exact date, I wrote a story about Tucker.  I got a call on Saturday from the horse farm where he was living, and it was his 4th home. “I’m sorry, he is not working out, he chases our horses, and there is no stopping him.” They were going to put him down if I didn’t come and get him.


That next morning I left the house at 5:30 am traveling to a little town Ohio. It was raining, and storming all the way.  His owners were gone but told me where he would be. I went to the kennel he was in and walked to the gate. Inside was a big dog curled up in a little dog house with a torn and ratty piece of carpet sticking out of the front. I wondered how he even got in it because of his size, but he did. I was so glad to see him and broke down, I’m just glad no one was there to see me act like a fool. I hugged him, and in the driving rain, we just stood there, together, getting soaking wet, my arms around his neck and his mussel on my shoulder.


Off we went another five hours on the road, back to our own farm. The rain never let up, and it was a hard drive all the way home, but once here, he jumped out. He was back on safe ground, but the story continues… and in that year.   I have traveled over 1000 miles to take and pick him up at various homes, trying to find the right spot.  After another attempt at a new but it was not meant to be.  You see, Tucker came back home to us in a few days.


The confusing part is he is a good dog with a hard shell around his heart that is pretty thick. He loves us and will follow us anywhere we go. I know he just needs and wants to feel loved.  Tucker, you have lived a lifetime in just a year. I only hope and pray, and yes, I have prayed for you that things will work out. I don’t know what went wrong if anything, but we’re all pulling for you in ways you’ll never know.

Fast Forward to this week...

I have been working with a person who had a Border Collie that was uncontrollable, and they couldn’t handle him.  Since last year I have been working with them to relinquish him to Clancy’s Dream so we could help him and re-home him.  Many times, we talked and emailed and during the few days before I finally obtained him I had sent over 40 emails trying to persuade them to turn him over, and it seemed to be an impossible task.  On Friday, he was to come over at six pm and by 10 pm no-one had shown up.  I gave up, and by morning I assume I would never see him.  Surprising, I got a message they were on their way.  I only hoped so but thought different because I have heard that before.  When he finally arrived, he ran as far away as he could barking at everything and scared.


He was placed in our kennel, and after she had left, I looked at her relinquish form and noted her Vet's name.  Not having an address or phone number I started calling all the Vets in that city.  One office stated they knew him and would forward his medical records because I was now his owner…  The last line set me back, “owner called wanting to schedule an appointment for euthanasia” which was a few weeks ago, but office refused to put down a healthy puppy.  After that, I sat in the kennel and stroked his fur and cried, he was safe.  I've been here before.


Isn’t it odd that to the day but, five years apart, two dogs would come back into our care that had been deemed a worthless cause and was set to die?  Fortunately, both found us by luck, fate, fortune or destiny.  Whatever you call it, it was a miracle.  I won’t know the full story on the new rescue dog for some time, but I do know the story on Tucker, which has received and qualified in;

Novice Rally Title
Novice Jumper
Two CPE Agility titles
AKC Novit Rally Title
Qualifier  Novice Agility/Fast

All of this to a dog that was deemed worthless and nearly everyone gave up on him, setting his execution except one couple.  On my wall is a shadow box of his first AKC ribbon along with a picture of him, given to me by his owners, something I will always cherish and see daily.


The ironic thing about this is that Guinness is being fostered by the same people who rescued Tucker, Suzanne Mason, and Hillary Wain.  The other similarity is that they have a new puppy for agility work which is the granddaughter of Clancy.  Tucker and Guinness were committed to death by previous owners.  Tucker just needed a job which he got, and Guinness needs love.  Clancy has and will be part of them forever, helping in ways that we can't envision, and  I can’t imagine how great Guinness will be when they are finished…

Thank you Clancy, for saving another… Ken