Fall Adoption Event!

Dogs Available For Adoption from Chap's Chow Rescue. This is Roman & Princess, a bonded pair who we have been fostering for the past two months.

This is Willow & Lee, a bonded pair who have a potential adopter in Macon.

This is Leo, a senior male, may be deaf, who is being fostered by Amy.

This is sweet, little Cody, five year old male, needs foster now!

This is Bamboo, senior male, needs foster now!

This is Byron, American Bulldog, master died in sleep, needs foster now!

Here are some of our success stories.  This is Teddy, who now lives in Montana!

This is Leroy Brown, our oldest senior.  I delivered him to Kim in Union City last Saturday!  Hooray for Leroy, now Yudah!

This is Helga, and we adopted Helga after fostering her.

This is Geisha.  She now lives with Annaleise in Thomaston, GA.

This is Jethro who is now living on the beach in Portland, Oregon!

 

 See more adoptable dogs and success stories on our Facebook page at Chow Rescue of Georgia and come see the dogs in person Sunday, October 14th from 2:00 to 5:00 pm at Loving Hands Animal Clinic in Alpharetta!

Today "Rasta" Nick went to the Rainbow Bridge. Rest in peace you sweet old man!

Can Nick Be Saved?

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Nick was in Rutherford, NC, and they were ready to put him down. Mike sent out an alert to see if anyone could pull this poor guy who was left by his owner and two weeks later found by a neighbor starving and dehydrated.  There was a house in NC that Bob and I had been thinking about looking at, so what better time to make the four-hour drive than now so that we could save Nick's life.  He is now at BAC, groomed, bathed, and sleeping on quilts.  Mike is feeding him five times a day awaiting test results to see if Nick will some day be a healthy boy that someone can adopt.  I must say, I have never seen a dog that matted or smelled that bad!  It was a very long four-hour drive, but Nick was smiling the whole way.  He could only stand for a few minutes because he was so weak.  His eyes are sunken in from malnutrition.  "Rasta" Nick, we hope you can be saved!

As for the house, well, this is it. In Gillette Woods, NC, a community from the 1930s, a place where writers, actors and artists made their vacation homes in the same vein as Carmel, California.

Notice the mill stones set in the ground, and these are throughout the property.  It sits on three acres and is surrounded with old gardens and statuary.

There are numerous stone patios around the house.  The log building in the background is the garage.

This is the old copper sign for the home, which is called "The Log House".

Allen and Bob are checking out the massive stone fireplace. A replica of the fireplace at the Grove Park, but on a much smaller scale!

The kitchen is small, but I love it.  Out the windows by the sink you see Hogback Mountain.

All the windows have stone ledges. It is details like this that make this house so charming.

This is the living room.  The fireplace is two-sided.  Window seats are on both sides of the living room.  The floors are old heart pine in varying widths and are pegged.  If we sanded these floors and put on a coat of wax, they would be beautiful.

This Tiffany lamp is in the sitting room, which would be a great place to view birds.  I can't believe they would not take this out and sell it, but everything stays with the house.  There are many stained glass windows throughout.

Fireplace on the living room side.

Cupola on the garage and moss on the roof.

Another mill stone used as a table on another stone patio out in the gardens.

Door to the kitchen, another stone patio.

The doors in this home are all handmade and Dutch doors.  Notice the iron scorpion door knocker!  I found a scorpion in my kitchen last week on top of the stove!  Scary!!

There are some drawbacks to the place.  This is a neighboring house.  Bob took a walk down because he saw the neighbors, an older couple that just moved there from Northern VA.  They were very nice, but the house is too close for my liking.  I like to know there are neighbors down the road, but not right next door. This is one thing that we have to think about.

Another mill stone with a gargoyle holding the house numbers.  Things like this are scattered all through the gardens.  The azaleas in spring must put on a show.  There were huge specimen trees, magnolias and hemlocks.  Ferns and mahonias everywhere, but no hydrangeas, but I have a lot of them I'm taking with me.  Oh, yes, there is a lot of ivy.  Ivy is everywhere.  Another problem with this place is not a lot of sun.  In order to have my organic farm I would have to take down some trees and terrace some of the woods, and I am not a fan of disturbing something that has been there since the 1930s.  This house is our backup to building a new one on the lake.  The good thing about this house is it's only 7 minutes to the boathouse.  This week will tell.  Bob will be talking to Nature Conservancy about a land swap, and if all works out, we will be starting our new house, but if all fails, this just may be our new home!

Isaac Brings Memories of Katrina

Yesterday you could feel the breezes from Isaac, and today the rains came.

Seven years to the day Katrina hit New Orleans, and a month later I was called as a volunteer for the US Humane Society.  I drove nine hours by myself to camp out and help all the animals left behind. Above is the FEMA facility where we could stay, but I preferred to camp in the parking lot with others.  Yes, I came back one day to find my tent upside down!

People from all over the country, including Canada came to help.  It was a moving experience.

In the mornings everyone would gather to get instructions as to where they were going and what needed to be done. Most were going into the city to go through houses and look for people and pets that were left behind.

I heard stories of troubles in the city and decided to go with a group to a small town where everyone dropped off their pets at their local vet and left.  The vet was overwhelmed with 150 dogs and desparately needed help, so off I went to Belle Chase, Plaquemines Parrish.

One dog that was left in an attic was found and rescued.  He was emaciated, frightened and sad.

Then there were dogs that were happy a hurricane came and "saved" their life.  Most dogs were pitbulls.  This tiny pitbull was covered in scars, evidence that she was a bait dog.  She was so happy to be rescued from that life. This was probably the first time she had a toy.

This is me, Dee & Donna.  I met some amazing, hard-working and exceptional women on this trip, and some of them put me to shame with how much they could accomplish.

These are the California girls, Veronica, Connie & Tracey.  For a long time we stayed in touch, and to this day I still receive emails from some of the group, including Wheeler and Carlotta, who opened their home to all of us and made a darn good gumbo, and Kandee from Florida who still is involved in dog rescue.

These are some scenes from the streets of New Orleans.  Pictures don't capture the devastation.  To be there and see it was nothing like you see on tv. 

So despite popular opinion against me going and not finding anyone to go with me, knowing that the farther south I got there would be no gas, debris everywhere , no electricity, no shower, it was the most satisfying thing I ever did in my life.  I met wonderful people, saved a lot of pets, which made people who lost everything very happy.  It was very moving to see families coming back and finding their other family member.  When everyone was saying goodbye, we joked and said that we'd all see each other again when "the big one" hit California.  Hopefully that never happens!  Hopefully New Orleans never experiences a hurricane like Katrina again!

Two Seniors Rescued

Bob and I picked up two old men from Cobb Animal Control on Sunday.  Dingo, on the right, now named Bamboo is 12 years old and Tiger Woods on the left, now Fionne, Irish for red-headed is 13.  Both had owners that dropped them off and were extrememly urgent.  They are now in the care of Chaps Rescue and because of Mike are safe in their old age!  Looking for homes for both. 

What was Roman thinking???

This is a plastic ball that was inside a stuffed animal that I had given Roman to play with.  I did not know this ball was in there.  I happened to be in the basement for a visit with Roman & Princess while talking to my mom on the phone. 

It was an octopus, and I heard Roman ripping the legs off one-by-0ne turned to see him spit out this ball that I tried to grab, but he got it back in his mouth before I could get it.  I thought, I'll just wait for him to spit it out again and kick it away from him.  Didn't happen, he swallowed it.  Hopefully my mom's hearing aid was turned off because I let out a scream and ran to get Bob to somehow get the ball out because he stopped breathing, but by time I ran into the house and back out with Bob, he was standing there with his big pit bull smile!

Just look at him with that big grin after being rushed to the vet, induced vomiting, an endoscopy, then having to open him up to get the ball out of his stomach.  $1700 later, six inches of stitches, and a $40 e-collar so he can be comfortable for two weeks, and he's ready for action!!!

Roman, Princess & Another Geisha

This is Roman

This is Princess

Their owner lost her home, so this bonded pair will be fostered by us until they find their forever home together

Until then, they are content being together and going for long walks in the pasture, then a nap in the cool basement

Roman chased his first deer the other morning, and today there were three fawns and an adult and he was beside himself!

Princess is content to roll in the grass

This is Geisha, a rescue from Pell City, Alabama Animal Shelter where we picked up Jethro.  Jethro is on his way to Portland, Oregon this week to his new home.

Geisha had to be removed from the shelter and put in boarding by Neva in order to be saved

Bob and I met Neva at the Alabama/Georgia line for transfer

She is the tiniest chow I have ever seen at three years old.  Helga and our Geisha are 40 pounders and we call them "the minis", so I guess the new Geisha is a micro-mini!

Here she is safe at BAC with Mike, ready for some good food, a bath and a new home!

Just thought I'd throw in a photo of our two "minis" Geisha, and Helga, although Helga is putting on the pounds and we're calling her the Butterball turkey, so I guess she's not going to stay mini after all!