We really and truly have gone to the dogs...read on, dear reader, if you wish to hear this tale...

This has been a very interesting and messy week here at the homestead. After picking up several desert affies (LaBoco, Shatow and Simba) in Southern California where they had been rescued by Sandy Blount, we traveled towards home. (To those who don't know, Sandy is a true affie-angel!!!) In addition to her many old adopted afghans, she has up to 12+ foster afghans at any given time. And even more impressive, unlike me, keeps a number of them in "show coat." She is assisted by friends in this endeavor---we met Pam while we were there and feel like we made another good and true friend.
On the road, when we entered Cedar City in Southern Utah, it became abundantly clear that at least one of the dogs was not doing well. Though we stopped frequently for potty breaks and water, this time was different. As we pulled into a Sonic Drive-In to refuel ourselves, LaBoco made it very clear that he needed out of the car NOW! I, being the wise dog-goddess-slave that I am, leaped to comply. We barely made it out of the Exterra when he squatted and proceeded to demonstrate in messy clarity why this was a wise thing for me to do...
LaBoco (pictured at left) was miserable and because he is older, I was concerned that he was genuinely ill. We cleaned up the mess (and were reasonably certain that Sonic lost a few customers...) and asked for directions to a vet. LaBoco was thoroughly examined but the vet found nothing conclusive: he had no temperature, etc.
This was truly a sign of things to come; we very literally had a "crappy" week with all three boys succumbing to severe bouts of diarrhea, loss of appetite and general malaise.

(Pictured - Shatow who is happy to be on the mend! He had been lethargic and of the three desert dogs, the most hard-hit by his neutering...)
I have to say that when we arrived home, it was to a clean house, two happy dogs (though a bit miffed at the thought of more foster fur-sibs!), four loud and happy parrots, three delighted cats winding around our feet and two horses who were already banging on the water trough as if to greet us properly! (Not to worry, the other two old horses are currently on pasture at a friend's house...)
After settling all the critters into bed that night, we sank gratefully into our own soft "space foam mattress" and went to sleep. Paul slept well. And I? Well I slept, just not for long. The next morning I loaded the three of them up for a trip to the vet only to find that all tests and temps came back normal: No fever. No parasites. No heartworm. Nothing unusual except the explosive diarrhea.
(Believe me that was enough!) He ruled out everything but stress. So armed with anti-diarrheal medications, rice, chicken and yogurt, we began a rigid schedule where they were doctored and taken outside as often as possible.
Later that night, I was once again up at all hours cleaning up messes---putting dogs in and out and generally wondering (for the umpteenth time) about the masochistic tendencies inherent in most rescuers that gets them into these fixes. The third night, I couldn't take any more poop on the floor, walls and appliances! Paul and I went shopping for "Depends" and at home, I cut holes for tails and humiliated all three wild boys by diapering them! But wow, it was nice to sleep again!
Then finally---no accidents!!! Even though we do not have "normal" potty breaks yet, we do not need the diapers and there have not been any accidents inside the house for the past 36 hours! Yipee!
Maggie was not sure what to think about all of this but overall, she was pretty good natured. Then yesterday, who should arrive at our house but an "old fart-dog" named Oso Kelly! "Oh no! Mom!!! What have you done? What were you thinking???" was the look Maggie threw over her should as we answered the door!
Oso, a lab/golden retriever mix, belongs to Barb Kelly, an old high school classmate who was stricken with West Nile this summer. (She was in that small percentage of people who are very hard hit by the complication of encephalitis.) Weakened by her illness, Barb was forced to leave Oso with her friend, Sue Hooley earlier this summer when she went to stay with her daughter in California.
This worked out fine during the warm months---but Oso was not allowed inside at his foster home in Dry Fork. When it became clear that Barb's recovery might be lengthy, Sue began to worry about the old dog and whether he could withstand the cold temps in the winter.
Before we left for our trip, we were contacted by a mutual friend, Cindy Perry who told us of Sue's dilemma and the fear that Oso would not make it until his mom recovered especially if he had to remain outdoors. As usual, Paul, with a roll of his eyes, said it was up to me...and I of course, offered to let him come here.
His foster mom was glad to hear that he could come to the "animal house" and agreed to keep him with her until we came home from our trip.
Once home, I explained to Sue that I had to get the three desert dogs on the mend before Oso could come to stay. Though relieved that I wasn't backing out she worried about my reaction because Oso was "skunked" last week! (Yes, he still smells bad despite the stuff Sue got from USU extension!) But, as in all good fairytales and dogtales, Oso has finally settled in here with the dog-goddess/god-slaves and their other feather, fur and foster fur kids.
His first day, it was a bit humorous to see his interaction with the other animals. Oso immediately made it clear that he didn't want to be left at the goddess's house. He howled when Sue left. But within a few minutes of being coaxed and petted and given cookies, he saw that there might be advantages here after all...
Hey! They weren't making him go outside!!! And, gosh, the house smelled nice. No candles or AirWick or Febreze here! Nope! It smelled like dogs! And cats! And, sniff-sniff! Wasn't that a bird room in there???
Within an hour, Oso was asserting his place as the wise old dog. He growled when Maggie tried to push her way into his food dish. Growled when the goddess tried to brush his hair. Grumbled when the little dog tried to jump on her mom's lap and in general, made himself at home.

And so, although this place is nice for a Maeser, Utah B & B, Oso really wants his mom to get busy with her physical therapy and do whatever it takes to get well and come home. He thinks he will like the new arrangements but like Toto and Dorothy said in the Wizard of Oz "There's no place like home!"
And as for Maggie and Keeda? They know that they are the top dogs and though occasionally disgruntled by the attention the new dogs get, are good about sharing what they have with those less fortunate. If only all people were more like dogs...but that's another post, isn't it?
Posted by Nancy