04.18.2010 * Day 12 * A new Beginning....

I had a good night's sleep; think everybody did. We were up early, feeding the horses and then unpacking the long white box. Nancy did some vacuuming in preparation for the visitors who are coming today. I am totally non plus about the vacuum cleaner. Everyone else seems to run and hide. I just let it maneuver around me.

My visitors, three of them, arrived at 10:00am. Of course, all six of us had to bark and make a big deal out it! Nancy, Robert and the three visitors went out on the deck along with Phoenix, Hannah Gracie and myself. Phoenix promptly found himself a lap to jump into and I spent my time leaning against one of the woman visitors, Kjerstin, who had previously adopted two vizslas and recently lost her beloved Sunny. She pet me non-stop and is a very kind and gentle soul. I really like her. Her friend Paul, is a very nice man, soft-spoken and kind. Gracie and Hannah got lots of attention from them as well. Phoenix spent almost the entire time in Kjerstin's friend's lap (I apologize for not remembering her name - she was very sweet). When Phoenix wasn't in her lap he was in Paul's. I think maybe he wanted to be adopted and they did offer to take him; Robert would never allow that in a zillion years. Everybody talked about me and what they thought they knew of my past. I wish I could really fill them in on the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me dog! Kjerstin finally decided that she wanted to adopt me, today! Paul said OK and then they asked Robert if he was OK with that. I know he wanted to say "no" but he looked at me and my eyes told him it was fine by me, though I would never forget him and his kindness. The necessary papers were completed and inked. Paul tried to take a picture of me but I was my usual elusive self; perhaps in time. My new parents own a store of sorts in Berkley. I think it is a sporting goods store of some type. I will get to be a store dog with them when they are there. If you ever come to visit me, just mention my name and I'll see if I can't convince them to give you a discount. Finally, we all said good-bye and loaded into a tiny Honda FIT. I tried to claim the front seat but Kjerstin's friend beat me to it. I settled for the big round dog bed in the back seat with Paul.

Robert hugged and kissed me goodbye. There were tears in his eyes, of sadness or joy, I don't know; perhaps both. I will miss him and he me as I begin yet another chapter in my life....

04.17.2010 * Day 11

We awoke much earlier than we do at home and things got real busy. Robert fed the horses and then us dogs, though both Phoenix and I were far too excited to eat very much. Robert had a muffin and I eyed it jealously. We went out for another walk and there seemed to be dogs, people and big furries EVERYWHERE. More trucks and cars and dogs and people and big furries kept showing up. There was lots of noise and activity.

Robert brushed two of the big furries and then put some sort of contraption on their back. I had never seen anything like it and I wondered as to its purpose. Finally, Nancy showed up with the other dogs, Rothko, Hannah, Gracie and Dolly. Dolly spent the day with us up on the shelf in the long white box. Much to my amazement, both Nancy and Robert each got on top of a big furry. I was amazed and just hoped they wouldn't try that with me.

Phoenix, I and Gracie spent all morning and part of the early afternoon together on the shelf in the long white box. Several people came by at various times to make sure we had water and the opportunity to go outside and take care of nature. Finally, around 1:30pm Robert and Nancy and a whole bunch of other people came back and sat around talking. I got to meet them all as well as many other vizslas. I wish I could have had the chance to run free in one of the big fields but I know Robert was worried I would take off and not return. The thought did cross my mind but then I remembered what it was like on the streets....

Finally the big furries were loaded into the long white box and myself, Rothko and Gracie into the truck for the ride home. I claimed the front seat but Rothko kept standing on me as he tried to stick his head out the window. Finally, he retreated to the back seat and went to sleep. Everyone seemed tired.

After another long ride we arrived home. Everyone had dinner and then we all went to bed relatively early. Tomorrow, I have some visitors who think they may want to adopt me. I am kind of excited, and kind of sad in a way as well. I really like it here and have become quite attached to Robert. We will see what tomorrow brings....

04.16.10 * Day 10

My human is very busy today. He is taking all kinds of things out of the house and putting them into a long white box on wheels. I think it is used to haul the big furry creatures around. I think there is some kind of event going on tomorrow and I may get to go to it. I am pretty excited about the prospect.

Nancy showed up this afternoon and helped Robert put three of the big, furry guys in the long white box. Of course, first they had to catch them and two (2) of them did not want to be caught. I could teach them some things in that area. Finally, they fell for the old "food-in-the-bucket" trick and were loaded up. Then Phoenix and I got loaded into the truck and off we went for a long 2 1/2 hour drive. I saw all kinds of new and exciting things from the front seat of the truck. When we arrived we were at a place with big fields, lots of trees and a whole lot of dogs and other big furry creatures.

Robert tied the big furries out on some kind of leash which I thought were reserved for us dogs.
After he fed the horses he took Phoenix and I out for a walk. It was very breezy but pleasant out. I smelled all kinds of wonderful things and ran in the tall grass and saw lots of birds wandering around. Robert fixed us dinner and then he went off for a while and when he returned with a plate of yummy looking ribs and green beans we were jealous. Unfortunately, he did not share but did give us dog treats for not attacking him and grabbing his dinner.

We went for another walk after it got dark and Robert had some kind of light attached to his forehead. How weird, I thought; maybe he is an alien of sorts.

That evening we slept in a part of the big long white box up on sort of a shelf which was so high up Robert had to lift us up. We all curled up under an unzipped sleeping bag and tried to sleep. The wind was blowing rather briskly and it kept blowing things off the tree we parked under and they would hit the roof and make all kinds of noise. On top of that, the tree also had several owls roosting in it. I thought I was part of Dr Seusse's "Horton Hears a Who" story. Phoenix kept pushing Robert off the cushion he was on and I kept moving from one end of "the shelf" to the other. Robert kept dragging me back from the edge. I guess he was afraid I'd fall off and hurt myself. Several trucks arrived during the night and their clattery diesel motors woke us more than once. Finally around 3am the wind stopped and we all fell asleep for a few hours.....

04.16.2010 * Day 9

A pretty uneventful day; spent most of it lazing around on the couch or a dog bed. Part of it I spent on the dog crates in the kitchen looking out the window watching Robert do some really weird things to the MBZ in the driveway. I mean, I did not realize (old) humans could twist, contort and work upside down. I think he has more parts in boxes than are left on the car. Kind of makes me wonder if he'll ever get it all back together again. Maybe I should hide a few parts and see if he notices.....(evil grin).

This morning I went into the horse pasture and "devil dogged" around. Phoenix chased me for a while and I had a good time until I got stung by the "hot wire" fence again. I've just got to watch my step (or my tail) there.

This evening I watched more "House" with Robert and the other dogs. I think Dr. House needs a dog like me....

04.14.2010 * Day 8

Last night I slept in the bed with Robert, Rothko and Phoenix. We all did really well. We woke Robert at 6:30am and made him feed us breakfast, which he obliged. There is something about mornings for me. I am uber-playful in the morning, jumping and hopping and twirling; must be my bio-rhythm.
After breakfast Rothko is ramped up to play ball...talk about obsessive-compulsive behavior! I like to go out and run around a bit. I play a little with Phoenix and Dolly as well. After Robert feeds the horses and cleans their paddocks, we all go out running in the pasture. Yahoo! Do Rothko and I ever get dirty, like little kids who deliberately jump in puddles to make a splash. I got stung by the hot wire around the manure pile the other day, but I have since forgotten. Today, before Robert let us back into the rear yard, he hosed Rothko and I off. Brrrr!

Phoenix is jumping around in my face as I sit on the couch this evening trying to entice me to play. I am not sure about him. He can be a bit over the top at times.

I had an unpleasant experience late this morning when Robert spied a gopher and dispatched it with his special ops sniper air rifle. Damn, can he ever shoot! I DO NOT like the concussive sound at all. I went and hid in the back bedroom under the bed. When Robert found me I made it very clear to him that he would have to wait until I am adopted before any more gopher sniping. I know he was very bummed but he promised me he'd honor my wishes. If he doesn't, I may have to chew the stock and scope of his rifle off....

As you might note, I have stopped counting my post-operative days. I am healed! Praise the lord dog! Amen brothers!

So now I am just pretty much waiting to see what the future has in store for me. I am gaining a smidgen of weight every day and I am looking forward to the Fun Field Day. I hope I get to ride there in the front seat with Robert and I hope lots of people stop by to meet me (and give me treats). For Rothko, just bring tennis balls.....

Last night Rothko, Phoenix, myself and Robert all snuggled under a blanket on the floor while watching three episodes of "House". It was fun, though Nancy thinks we were waiting for McCloud's Daughters (no girly boy shows for Robert). Maybe tonight we will watch Gray's Anatomy. Who knows what treasures Hulu or Netflix hold for us.

I am liking it here...life continues to be good....

04.13.2010 * Post Operative Day 7

Hurray! I am through with my medications and my soft diet. Robert still soaks my kibble and is supplementing me with wet food so as to put on some weight. My sutures are slowly disappearing and my ears are not inflamed. I get to spend time on top of the dog crates at the kitchen window whenever I want while Gracie the vizsla is temporarily away. I even get my favorite spot back on the end of the couch. I have been awakening in a VERY playful mood and want to play with Rothko and Phoenix but I am still a bit unsure of their intentions. Hopefully, in due time, I will sort out all of the relationship dynamics.

Robert has all but given up on trying to get more photos; I am just too wary for him in this regard. I continue to settle in and become more trusting each day. I really like it here and could easily spend the rest of my days with these humans.

04.12.2010 * Post Operative Day 6

I spent the night on the floor in the bedroom. Sometimes the bed is just too warm for me. This morning I was in a very playful mood, jumping, hopping around and play bowing. I am feeling much better and everyday I come further out of my shell.

I have started to eat kibblle again, though Robert softens it with warm water and mixes it with soft canned food. I am not nearly as skinny and ribby as I was when I first arrived here; still have a several more pounds to put on. The human would like to show you a new picture of me, but I have been most uncooperative with posing for him. He is going to have to resort to some really stealthy tactics to get a photo. However, I will be at the VCNC's Fun Field Day at Hastings Island this Saturday, the 17th, for anyone wishing to see me in person. My foster mate, Rothko, hopefully will be there as well.

Right now I am snuggling on Rothko's BIG round dog pillow which is next to Robert who is working at the dining room table. It is raining on and off here so I try and go out whenever there is a break in the weather.

04.11.2010 * Post Operative Day 5

I slept in the human's bed again all night. I believe I may be getting accustomed to this behavior. I got up at 7:00am with the other dogs but then, just to keep everyone on their toes, I snuck back into bed with Nancy, who is usually gone during the week. I finally got up at 8:00am and Robert had to reheat my breakfast for me (which I appreciated).
It has been raining hard here all day and, being a true vizsla, I am reluctant to go out in the rain to do my business. I am somewhat overwhelmed by the extra two dogs that were not here last week, Gracie (vizsla) and Rothko (vizsla), though I get along with them all with no issues. It is just that I think I would like the humans all to myself, or maybe with just 1 or 2 dogs.

I had my last antibiotic today. Nancy tried to give it to me in some peanut butter, but I refused it. That is when she realized why I did not like the Zukes soft treats she bought me yesterday; they are peanut butter flavored, though now that I think of it so are the hard biscuits Robert fed me before my surgery. Just more of the mysterious vizsla personality, I guess. Robert came to my rescue and gave me my pill in a warm cheeseball, which I think I may miss.

I am still receiving my ear treatment and only have two more days of that, thankfully. My sutures are doing fine, though they should be dissolving any day now. Robert has started to supplement my meals of rice, hamburger and canned wet food with a little well-soaked kibble and I am handling that just fine.....

04.10.2010 * Post Operative Day 4

Saturday was pretty uneventful. I slept well, rotating between the floor and the bed. Breakfast was again superb and I'd like to think I am putting on a bit of weight, ounce by ounce. I am getting along fine with my foster-mate, Rothko, though I think he is a bit nuts at times the way he chases anything thrown for him. I am much more sedate and prefer to be close to the humans or on the bed, unless I see or hear a lead; then I am right there, ready to go! The weather on Saturday was pretty gray and dismal so I just hung out inside by the fire in the wood stove most of the day. Nancy bought me some Zuke's soft dog treats but I am not real fond of them. I can't wait until I can chew a real biscuit again.

04.09.2010 * Post-Operative Day 3

Last evening I spent most of the night on my favorite end of the couch. Around 5:00am I decided to check out what Robert and one of the vizslas were up to so I crawled in bed with them for an hour or so. We all got up at 6:30 and Robert made breakfast; I must say someone has trained him well. After breakfast we all went back to bed for a while. When we arose again it was the daily ritual of pills and medications. I actually like the 4-cheese cheeseball Robert hides the antibiotic capsule in; it goes down so smoothly. I got my ears flushed this morning ad they were very free of any debris so the medication must be working. I moan and "hum" while my ears are massaged; it feels good! I only have a couple more days (until the 13th) of ear medication. I am really enjoying my meals; after the rice and ground chicken were gone Robert cooked up a huge batch of ground beef and rice. The food service here is extraordinary! I am still on my toes with respect to having my picture taken. I get to go in the horse pasture with the other vizslas twice a day and enjoying running and exploring all the new smells. I guess that not rolling in horse manure has its rewards. Since my coat is much thicker and longer than a normal vizsla's the dirt and mud does not come off as easily or as quickly. After running in the pasture the first thing I like to do is go jump and roll on the bed. In no time at all I can turn those nice sage green sheets a rich, warm brown. That must explain why I now get wiped down before coming into the house after a pasture run.

I got to go to the local hardware store today to help shop for plumbing parts. I noticed Robert has installed a professional hand spray in his shower. I think it somehow must be related to bathing me, or the others. The first thing I did upon arriving at the hardware store was to bark at some kid wearing a hooded sweatshirt; no gang bangers for me! The store was neat and there were lots of people. We didn't spend much time there for fear that someone might report us to the animal control people since I am still VERY skinny. The cashier offered to give me a cookie but Robert told them that due to my tooth extraction I was still on a soft diet. Robert did however scrounge up some "soft" dog treats for me and that was well appreciated.

When the other human, Nancy, showed up tonight she had a real surprise; another rescue vizsla. His name is Rothko and he is 8 years old and VERY active. We get along well and I am teaching him the ropes. I told Robert he needs his own blog, so we will see. Rothko brought his own BIG circular dog bed with him and I enjoy laying on it when he isn't (he'd rather chase anything Robert or Nancy throws for him). With six of us here now there is never a dull moment. Mostly I just love to hang around the humans, or lie on the bed or the couch or a dog bed; for that matter, anywhere I feel like!

Some other humans were supposed to come visit me on Saturday, but I heard Nancy tell Robert that something had come up (like what could possibly be more important than visiting me?) and that their visit was postponed until next Sunday, the 18th. Where are their priorities?

At the end of the day I must say I am VERY comfortable here. Each day seems to bring a new positive adventure and I hope that I will never have to look forward with trepidation.....

04.08.2010 * Post Operative Day 2

Ha! I slept all night on the bed last evening...I love playing with the human's mind. I even had a pillow so I put my tooth under it and the fairy dogmother left me a $20 giftcard for In N Out Burger; how cool is that? I had a great dinner last night but I fear it may have been a little too rich as I have loose stools. So Robert cooked me some ground chicken, mixed it with steamed white rice and served it with some of the wet food...I am hoping it helps. Robert put out a huge cement mixing tub and filled it with water thinking I might lie in it...I am NOT THAT MUCH Lab, though I did stand in it for a bit. Perhaps in time, or hotter weather. I got to run in the horse pasture this morning and tonight with my vizsla roomies...it is full of lots of new smells and I love it. I am really settling in here and have claimed the end of the couch as "my spot". I spend lots of time there or up on the dog crates looking out the breakfast nook window. I have even acquiesced to responding to the humans call of "Stockton". I have no idea why, but it seems to please them... My mouth is healing nicely and I no longer need my Rimadyl. I am still on my antibiotics and ear medication. I let Robert Dremel about 4 of my toenails this morning before I said, enough! Perhaps in time...after all, I don't want to be taken as easy or cheap.... Some people saw my photo and brief bio on the VCNC rescue webpage and are going to come and visit me on Saturday. I have ten pages of questions for them to answer before i even consider befriending them on a permanent basis; after all, I REALLY like it here! I see I have one follower named Elizabeth on my blog! Thanks Elizabeth! Also I am following myself on my blog...it is the high tech version of chasing one's tail! Just hope the humans don't catch me surfing the web on the computer connected to the TV when they are asleep....Love those canine chat rooms. All in all, I am feeling more secure everyday and life is good, very good for the present. I hope I will never have to resort to roaming the streets again, even though I feel there is some innate urge for me to continue my quest to someplace only I know. Love you all...

04.07.2010 * Post-Operative Day 1

Just to keep the humans guessing, I slept on the couch in the living room instead of on the dog bed in the bedroom. The only downside was that there was no pillow for me to put my tooth under; hence the fairy dogmother was a no-show. I'm going to see if I can get through to Robert that I need a pillow. I had chicken soup again this morning with rice and vegetables, cottage cheese hiding that yucky green pill (I spit it out - WTF, do they think I"m stupid just because I landed in jail?). I know Robert then buried it in a melted cheese ball and I was able to get it down without gagging. I'll let you know what other tactics he comes up with. I am pretty tolerant of the ear drops I need in both ears two times a day (for a mild yeast infection - hey, I thought only bitches got those). My dissolvable sutures are not bothering me and I have made no attempt to mess with them. I spent most of the morning watching Robert do my Vizsla roomies nails and put stuff in their eyes. Robert hasn't tried to get funny with my nails but he has tried lurking and sneaking around trying to take my picture. Luckily my hearing is very good and when I hear the camera lens move as it tries to autofocus, I am out of there. I mean, is there no privacy? What if they don't know that I might be in doggy witness protection? Things could get dicey... The cute young vizsla girl here likes to bark at the horses and I have decided it looks like fun so I join in; makes me feel powerful to make those big furry grass eaters run from me in panic! I like to lay on the deck in the sun after it has passed overhead; it is warm and relaxing and I don't overheat. One shortcoming of this place is that it has no pool; I mean, geez, I am part Lab! I did not get to go out into the horse pasture this morning with the others. I think it may have something to do with rolling in that big pile of fresh horse manure last evening.... The vet called this morning to check on me and I overheard Robert saying I was doing well and that he was going to start me on soft canned wet dog food tonight; I am looking forward to that. Don't know what activities the human has planned for tonight. Last eve we watched a documentary on the final repair of the Hubbell space telescope by a shuttle mission. Space, smace...we dogs went into orbit way back in the 50's (or was it the 60's) so it is pretty old hat to us. I scored big on dinner tonight...a full can of Taste of the Wild canned food...wow, it was good! Might have to give this place 4 or 5 Michelin stars after all, pool or no pool...I fell for the old green antibiotic pill in the warm soft cheeseball again tonight...but it went down so smoothly that I could hardly complain. I am getting really accustomed to the place...I even gave the human, Robert, a kiss earlier this evening...I think I am falling in love...

04.06.2010 * More Dr Waldo

The human finally made the connection and moved a nice soft fleece dog bed into the bedroom for me right near the door so I could hear all the goings on and react appropriately if need be. When I awoke this morning I was a little put off by the lack of my breakfast; I mean, what did I do? I did not even have any ticks jump ship that night. I even showed that I could dance on my two hind legs while investigating what the human had in his cup. When Robert got the leash out, I went nuts, knowing I was going for another ride. Oops..off to Dr Waldo again and the Dracula wanna-be. No one asked me if it was OK to clean my teeth, trim my nails and extract a broken upper canine which left the nerve exposed. I mean, it feels MUCH better, but I dealt with it for sometime before now. I am back at "home" now and feeling OK. I had a generous helping of chicken and rice soup supplemented with additional rice, some yogurt hiding a very yucky tasting pill of sorts and a couple of other pills as well. I've seen more pills today than I have in my entire life...what gives? Wait, is that meth I smell cookin' in the background (just kidding - it was chicken soup, lol). Right now I am curled up on my dog bed under the dining room table while the human is taking dictation from me for this blog (some of them learn quickly and are easily trained..) The adventure continues tomorrow and I am putting my tooth under the dog bed in hopes of the fairy dogmother leaving me a hefty sum for it...

04.05.2010 * You are taking me where?

Spent the night on the bed again, for the most part, but did occasionally retreat to the floor hoping the human (Robert) would make the connection. Also, I was abandoned by yet another tick; not sure the human appreciated the event. Had another great warm meal, though I am still leery of having to eat in a crate for fear that I will be left there forever. Later in the morning I got to ride in a big truck with another very cute girl Vizsla. I promptly displayed my preference for riding in the front seat as opposed to being in a crate or the rear seat. Geez! How can I give directions from a crate or the back seat? We visited Dr. Waldo, a local vet, and I was only a bit afraid. I am not used to being poked and prodded and having all my orifices examined... I mean, what gives with these humans? Earlier that morning I'm out doing my business and then Robert decides to investigate my "output" and even put a sample in a vial...WTF? I'm beginning to wonder about my situation; how much weirdness can a dog tolerate? I did not enjoy being poked in the neck by a Dracula wanna-be vet tech, but I did appreciate the never-ending supply of dog cookies. The fact that I had company in the form of the cute Vizsla girl did make things a bit easier to endure. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, save for Robert trying to perform more weirdness on me in the form of a Dremel; I promptly made it clear that he had overstepped the bounds of propriety and he relented. I also objected to the noisy lawn tractor with which Robert was seemingly intent upon destroying all the delicate shoots of grass I was enjoying on a regular basis. I am getting used to dining in a crate; the humans leave me in there only long enough to eat and then release me. I pretty much enjoy their company and like to lay at their feet while they make clicking sounds on a TV-like (yeah, I know what TV is) contraption. They help protect me from being overwhelmed by my 4 Vizsla roomies...and I appreciate that.

04.04.2010 * Still evaluating the new digs

Spent the night in bed with Robert and another vizsla named Phoenix. I don't think Robert knew I was not allowed on beds in my past, but it was warm, too warm in fact, and I enjoyed the security of close contact with someone who had treated me so well. Of course, I don't think he was particularly appreciative of getting up 3 times to deal with more of the hitchhiking ticks who decided to abandon me (ingrates!). So I hope these humans learn to bathe rescues like me with an anti-tick/flea shampoo instead of a nice show shampoo....Of course, my Lab-like undercoat made it difficult for them to inspect me as easily as my new vizsla roomies. I had another wonderful warm breakfast and I appreciate the fact that my humans recognize my need to put on several pounds so as to lose my Biafran refugee-like figure. Later in the morning, I got my ears cleaned which I enjoyed and tried to show my appreciation thereof by "humming" during the procedure. I wondered if life could get any better.... The remainder of the day was spent playing, running, exploring and figuring out just how far I could manipulate these two humans....

04.03.2010 * Sprung!

On Saturday morning, just around 10:00am I got a very pleasant surprise. An animal control officer leashed me up and led me down a long corridor past rows and rows of cells holding all manner of others in my situation. They all seemed to cheer and offer support as I past them. We entered a big room where I met Nancy, the kind lady who drove from San Jose to post my bail and extricate me from that horrid shelter. She put me in a wire crate in the back of her big van and off we went, driving for what seemed like an eternity. Along the way, we stopped in Fairfield where Nancy checked out another like myself in a similar situation there. When the van finally stopped and the door opened I found myself looking out on a very modest house with a huge yard, 4 other guys and girls who looked a lot like me and 4 really BIG furry four-legged creatures roaming around eating grass. As soon as Nancy got a lead to replace the one I had chewed up in my crate out of nervousness, she took me into the big yard where I met each of the 4 other guys and girls, one by one, as well as a very loving man named Robert. They were all so interested in me and very nice as well. They showed me where the water was and how to get in and out of the house on my own. From the deck I had a beautiful view of the pasture with the BIG furry four-legged creatures which I later found to be horses. Beyond the horse pasture was a tree-lined creek and there was hardly a nearby house in sight; I was pleased. Inside the house I found a nice couch and wasted no time checking it out. There were dog beds everywhere and lots of crates and lots of toys as well. Shortly after I settled in, I overheard Nancy say I was pretty dirty and smelly, Well of course I thought, it's kind of hard to stay clean and fresh when you are out wandering to a secret place only I know (and still haven't told anyone). Next thing I know, I'm having a tick pulled off me (I was just giving it a ride...). Then I find myself in the shower getting soaped up and massaged with a zoom groom; it felt pretty nice actually. I was pretty dirty as evidenced by the brown water in the bottom of the shower and a few more ticks decided to abandon me as well, not that I minded. After being dried off, I had my faced cleaned with a nice warm wash cloth and then I was free to explore my new digs, which I wasted no time doing, including exploring all the countertops, for which I was summarily reprimanded. A fire was soon roaring in the wood stove and I settled in on a dog bed in front of it, basking in its warmth for my skinny, ribby body and assessing my new found good fortune. The only thing I haven't figured out is why Nancy and Robert keep calling me "Stockton"? Don't they know my real name? Sometimes I find humans are not the sharpest knives in the drawer....

03.30.2010 * My mug shot found on the web

The City of Stockton posted my mug shot and ID on the web. A very nice woman, though I have never met her, named Darlene alerted the rescue chairperson for the Vizsla Club of America (VCA). Later that day the rescue operation of the Vizsla Club of Northern California (VCNC) was notified of my plight. Of course no one told me; I only learned of this after the fact. Late that night plans had been made for a nice lady named Nancy to visit me in jail on Saturday, April 3rd.

03.25.2010 * Busted in the City of Stockton

Was just minding my own business, looking for a meal on my journey to a place only I know when a panel truck cuts me off and two guys in uniforms with lasso sticks wrestle me to the ground. Had no id, no chip and no animal control tag, just a dirty red nylon web collar. They drove me to lockup, frisked me and took my mug shot and gave me a number before throwing me in a cell.