Camp Run-A-Pup

Bed & Biscuit Inn, located in Chicago, Illinois

Friday, February 29, 2008

Don't serve guilt with rescue

Scooby and Joey feel proud of their Breed BIS at Westminster

There are a lot of great stories about wonderful people rescuing dogs. I hear happily-ever-after rescue stories in my business all the time. If you watched the Westminster dog show, Pedigree really stressed the importance of rescue and adoption. However, I really resent the heavy dose of guilt included with those commercials.So allow me to show the other side of the coin. Not every dog can be rescued. Many dogs have not been treated well at the hands of humans during their time on earth. This is unspeakably sad. However, passing these dog from home to home is not kind and it is not the answer. Ask careful questions as you go forward to rescue a dog. Often breed rescue groups will treat you like a criminal for wanting to adopt, and they will force you through many hoops before they send a dog home with you. This is a good thing.

Overcrowded shelters and well-meaning volunteers often only see the optimistic side of things. Another dog has a home. The crucial question becomes, “Is it the RIGHT HOME?” It's fine to want to bring a young or old dog into your home that will bring you and your family pleasure. If you have the time, it's fine to consider a special needs dog with thoughtfulness, not guilt. But the reality is that most families do not have the time for a special needs dog. Many shelter dogs are in fact special needs dogs. Each time a dog is passed from home to home, damage is done. Can it be "fixed"? Will a good home fix that damage? Probably not. Tons of quality time and hard work might help a shelter dog become part of your family. It’s important to ask yourself, “Can I provide that quality time and hard work and do I want to, or am I just looking for a great dog to fit right in and become a part of our family?

Many breeders have pet quality dogs that have never known anything but the good life. These pups need homes too. And, by the way, there is no crime in wanting or owning a purebred dog. It’s sad to see the commercial of the poor Pedigree pup left at a shelter because his family moved into a “no dog apartment building”. It would be sadder still for this same dog to be adopted by the wrong family, for the wrong reasons.

Hey what about that Westminster Beagle? WooHoo! Uno took best in show at Westminster. Scooby, Joey, and Wrigley are very proud of their Beagle breeding. When Uno beat Vicky the perfect poodle boasting 121 best in shows—it was a little like the Giants beating the Patriots a super Westminster win!

Camp Is Good, Hope you are too!
Katybeth

Monday, January 28, 2008

Dana and Daisy enjoy some snow play!


Have you had a chance to meet our Camp Mary Pupkins? Ok, her real name is Vicky but my campers tell me she has all the best qualities of one of their favorite movies, “Mary Pupkins”. I needed some help to keep my campers and my family life balanced, (in that order) and Vicky showed up. My campers love Vicky! She is organized and keeps them on schedule when I can’t. As for the family part of the job, she’s a lot of fun and easy to have around.

I would love for Vicky to stick around forever, but alas, she is looking for a job in Human Resources, which is her area of expertise. Her skills include strategic planning, organizational and leadership development, and employee relations. And this is just a sampling of what she has to offer the corporate world! My loss will be some lucky company’s gain. If you have any job suggestions or would be willing to meet with Vicky, just let me know and I will put you in touch!

My New Orleans campers Dana and Daisy went home on Tuesday. They were adopted by their human parents in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. It’s amazing how far these campers have come, flourishing with the love and compassion their family has shown them! Yossi, our Bernese Mountain Dog, arrived at camp this week. Yossi is our camp Cantor, leading us with his musical tones throughout the day. Okay, I’ll bet you thought howling when I meant singing, but Bernese Mountain Dogs are really quite musical, with an amazing range of sounds. As often happens, Louisa, another Bernese Mountain Dog, also arrived at camp this week. Louisa has been camping with us since she was a pup and always arrives like she is attending her own hanging. She’s never excited to see me until after her parents commit to driving away, at which point she unleashes her enthusiasm and has a great stay at camp. Well … great might be exaggerating a bit, but she adjusts really well and makes the best of things. Dogs, unlike humans, rarely wallow. They find the best in most situations and take full advantage of them. Sure, they miss you, but they are also sure you wouldn’t want them to miss out on a good time, so they don’t!

The Bouviers des Flandres, Emma and Paris, also arrived at camp. The Bernese and the Bouviers will keep each other in good company. Ok, so we have Bernese, Bouviers and Vinny. Everyone needs a Vinny and that’s exactly how he fits into the pack. The moment Vinny disappears for a quiet moment, you can almost hear the other campers ask each other, “Where’s Vinny??” Vinny is a rather quiet and unassuming camper, but he rounds out the pack so nicely. Every pack needs a Vinny. If fact, when we find Vicky her dream job in Human Resources, maybe I will add a Vinny to my pack!

Camp is Good, I hope you are too!
Katybeth

Monday, January 21, 2008

Staying Warm In the Big Bed

Did I hear the words Big Bed??

BRRRRR! It’s January cold out there, and my precious furs run in and out as fast as their furry feet will carry them - afraid, I guess, of turning into pupsicles. Even Rosie and Lulu, smugly wrapped in their Alaskan winter coats, really don’t want to linger long outside. The boys (Joey, the Beagle and his Golden brothers, Max and George) handle the weather very differently. Joey first needs persuasion, followed by a stern look, followed by a loud voice to get his Beagle self moving toward the yard, which he reluctantly enters and exits in under thirty seconds. Max and George, however, race out the back door, chase each other around the yard, sniff at whatever draws their attention, take time to pay attention to business, and then race to the door with Golden glee. Joey greets them with a look that suggests next time around, they should ask the Good Lord for some common sense. What’s not to love about a Golden?

Joe is in Florida and, of course, to my pups and kid that means, “BIG BED.” It’s a little like how I would imagine sleeping in a circus car. My Rascal takes her sleep very seriously and does not like to be disturbed. So when everyone jostles for position throughout the night, she will emerge like a Tasmanian devil, striking out at whomever or whatever happens to be closest, which, more often than not, is me! Not very restful. Crash snores. (Yes, he does Carol Ann!) While Rosie and Lulu find the bed too hot for sleeping, this does not keep them from using it as a trampoline. Mafan likes to nest like a hat on my pillow, and Lexi and Roxi wrap themselves as close as they can to me without disturbing Rascal. Not disturbing Rascal is the part that puts us all on edge. Not very peaceful. Joey sleeps like a dead weight and once he is settled you can forget about moving him. He likes the middle of the bed. The Goldens, showing the kind of good sense I wish I had, leave for the living room couch. Teddy agrees to the dog bed on the floor, which I had just begun to covet, and at some point Toby and Matty get over being shy and join us. Just when I think that I might be dozing off, the human pup decides that he is thirsty and untangles himself so he can get a drink of water. When he comes back, naturally his spot is gone and it takes plenty of growling, arguing, and negotiations for everyone to settle once more. We give new meaning to the group, Three Dog Night!

Congratulations to my mom and her Doberman, Rumor! They just got their Utility Title at a dog show this past weekend in Texas. A Utility Title is a Ph.D. for dogs and is a very challenging degree to complete for both the owner and the dog. Way to show!

Camp is Good, Hope you are too!
Katybeth

Monday, January 14, 2008

One of the reason's I like my dogs best!

Are you sure you don't want to play anymore?


The compressor on my fridge fried. It’s under a five year warrantee, so Sears ordered a new compressor. The new compressor was scheduled to be installed tomorrow. Today, Sears called to inform us that the compressor is on indefinite backorder. I explained to Sears that without the compressor all I have is a big white box - which is less than three years old - sitting in my kitchen. They didn’t understand why I was upset. After all, it wasn’t their fault they couldn’t get the part. When I suggested that they might want to replace the refrigerator, they patiently explained that the refrigerator is just fine, it’s the compressor that’s the problem and unfortunately it’s on back order indefinitely. How can anyone wonder why we like our dogs best?

It’s been a girlfriend week at camp. Sami, Daisy, Clem and Rascal have run circles around Scooby and Skippy. Clem, our regular Boston Terrier, is on the shy side, unless of course, she has a toy in her mouth and then she is unstoppable. Sami, our Wheaton pup truly put the P in play, and not playing is not an option. Daisy, our camp Corgi, is always up for a game of “zommie” around the house, but does her best to teach Sami the value of “down time” by offering her toys to play with instead of her ears or by example.

My pups are all loving chewing on mule deer antlers. I found a supplier that promised me that these antlers were shed naturally in the wild. That’s his story and I am sticking to it! Deer antlers look like odd shaped bones that are extremely clean, don’t splinter and so far have not caused any stomach problems. I guess the only problem we have found so far is when Joe steps on one at night on his way to bathroom. My mom said that her Dobie darlings are waiting with great anticipation for me to send the rest of the deer. I don’t think that is very nice!

Camp is Good, Hope you are too!
Katybeth

Thursday, January 10, 2008

2008 New Years Resolution


My campers would like to share a few of their New Year’s Resolutions for 2008. Of course they know we will all understand when they break their resolutions. After all, they are “only” dogs.

I will not howl at the neighbors before 6am.
I will not throw up in the car.
I will not suddenly stand up while laying under the coffee table.
I will not lick the butter.
I will try to remember that the mailman is delivering the mail, not stealing it.
I will not use Katybeth or the furniture as a napkin or door mat.
I will not spill Joe’s Friday night martini and then grab the olive and run.
I will never again lift my leg on Joe’s suit coat two minutes before he is ready to leave for an appointment.
I will stop barking, growling, and howling at the animals on Animal Planet; they have a hard enough life in the wild.
I will not play tug-of-war with Cole’s stuffed animals; especially his Yellowstone Black Bear.
I will not pretend to eat Katybeth Brussels sprout for her, and then spit it out in front of his Cole.
I will not chase the ball/stick until after it leaves Katybeth’s, Cole’s or Joe’s hand.
I will not start a round of barking the minute the phone rings.
I will stop pretending that rain and bath water is different from lake and pool water.
I will not swim in the kitchen water bowl.
I will not growl, spin, snarl, tangle my human, or otherwise act like an idiot on a leash when I see another dog.
I will never jump on Grandma; however I do reserve the right to sniff her.
I will refrain from licking myself and from passing gas when company comes to dinner; however, I can’t help what the family does.


Camp is good. We hope you are too!
Katybeth

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Happy New Year


I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season. Around here, there was plenty of barking and clattering, with collars jingling throughout the house as my campers met the UPS, Fed Ex, and mail man with wild holiday abandon.

Petey and Seemore joined us in the early part of the month. As their parents sailed the oceans blue, we enjoyed Chicago’s blustery winter weather together. These boxer boys enjoyed sleeping late and lots of snuggling. They roughed it at camp on the couch. Their cousin Bubba joined us for the holidays. He’s the more rugged type - after all, he is named Bubba. Bubba enjoyed chasing Abby, the Airedale and Skelly, a like-minded Golden. They made quite a team! Bubba boasts the quickest sit in the Midwest when it’s time for treats or to go in or out.

The Bouvier des Flandres joined us at camp throughout the season and, as always, we enjoyed the company of Rosie, Lulu, Paris, and Emma. These campers enjoyed the weather, laughing as their furless canine friends ran in and out as quickly as their paws would carry them. Max T had a rough year recovering from several surgeries, but he is back to putting the T in Terrier, making us smile with his sweet and quirky ways. We had Doodles to brighten our holidays when Ambrose, Cooper, and Howard joined us, bringing enough fun to share. Mattie and Jackson helped us feel like we might have a shot at a Norman Rockwell Christmas as they quietly lay in front of the Christmas tree with snow falling in the background.

Then the boys arrived and well, who really wants a Norman Rockwell Christmas anyway? Joey THE Beagle lead the way, his brothers Max and George in hot pursuit, bringing the “holidogs” into full swing. Joey promptly aced us out of holiday pizza, and his brothers enjoyed trotting around the house, each with one of my UGG boot in their mouths. Zelda, our French Poodle, was visiting us while her parents were in Costa Rica. Zelda is always perfect - always! Nana, our big wonderful Newfoundland, was a joy. Nana grace is patience as she played with the other campers, took a quiet nap, or listened to us groan, wondering once again how we could trip over her as she lay in her favorite spot - the doorway of any room we are occupying. Lexi, our Ridgeback, joined us when her parents took off to Florida to pay the Mouse a visit. (Lexi would like readers to know that her breed is known for fighting lions in Africa, and if one shows up at camp, your pups are safe. In the meantime, she will just enjoy munching cookies, and napping in the sun.) The New Year was closing in when Crash showed up to help us ring it in. Not to forget old friends, we missed Brutus this year, and know he’s giving heaven his best.

My favorite family/business story this year was when a “dog dad” called and Cole, my eleven year old, answered the phone. I was not able to take the call so Cole told the “dog dad” I would call him back. As Cole hung up, he was mortified to hear himself say, “Bye, LOVE YOU.” I tried to explain that it was really not such a big deal, but Cole was still chagrined. Later that day, the same “dog dad” called and Cole once again answered the phone. However before handing me the phone, I heard him explain, “You know, when I told you last time you called that I loved you? Well, I did not really mean it.” When I picked up the phone, howling with laughter, the “dog dad”, also howling with laughter, told me he has never been so “high and so low in the course of a few hours.” We are a family run/family fun business.

Thanks for sharing your precious furs and your friendship with us this year. We look forward to seeing you all in 2008! With that comes a reminder—please book early for your spring break and summer vacation!

Camp is Good, Pats for your Pups,
Katybeth

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Way to go!


We are so proud of Emma and her Mom! Emma just qualified in Agility for the first time. It’s a tough sport requiring that both you and your dog work together as your dog completes different tasks off lead at your direction. Some of the tasks include going through a low tunnel, up and down a teeter trotter, and jumping through a tire. At any given moment your dog has the opportunity to thrill you or embarrass you to death, it’s not for the faint of training heart. Emma is loved by big sis Paris!

It happened again, I received a desperate call from a dog owner that had arranged to leave her pup with a friend, two days before she was due to leave on a 7 day vacation, the friend decided to go on vacation and left with a “Sorry, I’m sure you can find someone….” AHHHHAG! Folks, just a reminder this happens a lot especially around the holidays. This often happens when pups are left with friends that don’t have a dog so they fail to realize that they are not making a casual commitment. A June puppy looks a lot different in December. If your friend offers to keep your pup make sure they understand it is not a light commitment and then consider a back-up plan. Of-course ,you all leave your pups with me and we all know I never go anywhere (this is changing!!) but it’s just a reminder as we move into the holiday season. By the way have you sent me your holidog dates!?!

What’s barking at camp? Sherman with his ears hanging low and his brother are here for a visit. Sherman is a Basset and Louie is a pug. We love their summer visits and hope there family is having fun in D.C. Somi a new puppy camper is here for the first time. This cutie loves to pounce; I am beginning to think this puppy baby is perhaps part kitty. This past weekend we had Sami, Somi, and Sam followed by Rufus, Ruby, and Rudy. Really! Uncle Arrow showed up today, one of our first ever campers. Uncle Arrow will chase you away barking if you try to take his picture, I have always wondered if perhaps he was part of the witness protection program. However we love him quirks and all! In fact we love him because of his quirks, not in spite of them.

My campers spend lots of time in the pool and then surround me like sharks and nudge me back inside where they can enjoy the air conditioning. A dip in the pool, a snack, followed by a snooze. Camp is GOOD!

Hope you are too!
Katybeth