Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Cast your Vote!

Ok, so finding a home for Paris is not as easy as I thought. I have 4 potential people who would be great pet owners. Help me choose!

Shelia-
  • Lives in PA with a decent size yard in a residential neighborhood
  • Between her, her husband and her 14 year old daughter someone is always home
  • They have a cat who thinks he's a dog (From my knowledge Paris has never seen a cat)
  • They have a lot of friends who have dogs so he's have a lot of playmates
  • They are big in to softball and want to be their team mascot
  • She had a Boston terrier for 15 years and the vet said they took excellent care of it, and did all they could for him

Tricia-

  • Lives in a nice residential town in CT with a nice yard
  • Looking for a playmate for her English bulldog
  • She works night shifts so is home during the day
  • Lives alone
  • Her and her ex-fiance had two dogs together a bull mastiff and the English bull dog but he kept the bull mastiff


Mike-

  • Goes to Cornell veterinary school
  • Lives in Ithica during the school year with I think 5 guy roommates (all vet students), one has a golden retriever and the other has 2 cats
  • In the summer he lives with his family in NJ who has a retriever puppy

Alex

  • Lives on the upper east side in a studio apt.
  • Has never had a dog but is anxiously looking for one.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

I Fell in Love with a Parisian

His name was Paris.

I was volunteering that the Brooklyn Animal Foster Network two Saturdays ago and was paired with this hunk of a dog. After spending the day with him I found he was a big mush and loved to give kisses. The way it works, if the dogs and cats we take from the pound that day don't get fostered or adopted they go back to the pound and ultimately destroyed. All the animals were taken care of that day except Paris. So off we went to my little studio apartment in Chelsea. I had intentions of adopting him, but a dog of this size really is a lot of responsibility. Luckily I found a great home for him.

Week in review:
-He was very well behaved only chewed my iPod headphone, when he puked it up later saw the black little foam thing, looked like an olive.


-He LOVED the dog park. All the dogs loved him, even this little pug tried to hump him. A little French Bull dog had a tug of war match with him. He also was like a mediator, when other dogs were barking at each other he'd go over and check out the action, they would then disperse at his massive presence.

-I've never been so face to face with dog shit in my entire life!

-People LOVED him, kept asking what breed, where I got him

-He loved to sit on my feet while we were waiting for the elevator, and will always pee on garbage bags


-He loved toys that he could rip apart. I gave him my Muppet Animal doll and he ripped the head off, and I got him a stuffed monkey, the tail went first and the head was just a few stitches away.

-He ate sticks like a real dog!

-He snored like a drunk hook-up

-He cuddled like a boyfriend

What a great friend, I'll miss him but I trust everything worked out as planned. An omen was when the man who wanted to adopt him was named Romeo, which was the name of my very first dog.