Kellie 05-146

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My name is Kellie Ann and I am 9 years old. Yes, that's right. I am 9 years old. I was surrendered because of a change in my family's situation even though they've had me since I was 7 weeks old. RAGOM rescued me from the orphanage. Can you believe I had to be in a shelter? Me. A card carrying member of the AARD (canine equivalent of AARP). It's appalling. Someone of my years, with all of my acquired wisdom, dignity, and grace should NOT find themselves in a shelter. I am GRateful to RAGOM for springing me and bringing me into foster care. When I got here I was treated to a complimentary beauty treatment by Foster Mother and Foster Aunt. It was much needed and I must say I am, once again, gorgeous. There are two resident dogs here and we get along swimmingly. They were not treated to the spa activities so it must be something reserved for refined and elegant seniors such as myself. Foster Mother assures me that, since I am such a dignified, respectful girl, I am sure to find a forever home where my new humans will love me so I in turn can love them. (For the record, Foster Mother and I have agreed that my putting my front paws in one's lap and licking their chin is NOT undignified.) I have much to offer in the way of companionship and am prepared to return ten fold the love I receive. Oh...and when I get into that new forever home...? I shall wear purple.

At a Glance #05-146

Breed not specified Born: March 1998
Female Weight not specified

Status: Deceased

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My name is Kellie Ann and I am 9 years old. Yes, that's right. I am 9 years old. I was surrendered because of a change in my family's situation even though they've had me since I was 7 weeks old. RAGOM rescued me from the orphanage. Can you believe I had to be in a shelter? Me. A card carrying member of the AARD (canine equivalent of AARP). It's appalling. Someone of my years, with all of my acquired wisdom, dignity, and grace should NOT find themselves in a shelter. I am GRateful to RAGOM for springing me and bringing me into foster care. When I got here I was treated to a complimentary beauty treatment by Foster Mother and Foster Aunt. It was much needed and I must say I am, once again, gorgeous. There are two resident dogs here and we get along swimmingly. They were not treated to the spa activities so it must be something reserved for refined and elegant seniors such as myself. Foster Mother assures me that, since I am such a dignified, respectful girl, I am sure to find a forever home where my new humans will love me so I in turn can love them. (For the record, Foster Mother and I have agreed that my putting my front paws in one's lap and licking their chin is NOT undignified.) I have much to offer in the way of companionship and am prepared to return ten fold the love I receive. Oh...and when I get into that new forever home...? I shall wear purple.

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Friday, July 22, 2005

Greetings from Kellie's New Family

What a lucky family we are! Miss Kellie is so loveable and funny and beautiful, we just can't imagine how we ever got along without her! At 9 yrs old, she is the PERFECT age! She leaps for joy when we come home, can't wait to greet all the neighbors/neighbor dogs/cats on our daily walks, and is just the right combination of playful and mellow! She has found each and every air conditioning vent, is an excellent traveler, and is full of love and kisses on a daily basis! She and the cats and gerbils have formed a truce in which all parties have heretofor agreed to the following terms:

  1. Cats may do whatever they please (this point was fairly non-negotiable)
  2. Kellie may do whatever she pleases as long as doing so does not interfere with Rule #1
  3. An invisible 1 ft Kellie-Free zone is hereby established around each cat; which zone may be disregarded only at the discretion of said cat
  4. The gerbils, being only 3 inches long, have no rights whatsoever; other animals may stare at them at will (Duct Tape to provide security on an on-going basis)

Thank you RAGOM for helping us find each other - we are all delighted!

   

Sunday, June 5, 2005

Hi All! Kellie Ann here. I thought I would tell you about our vacation. You see, our Foster Mom took a trip and my Foster Cousin stayed here to take care of us along with the assistance of Foster Aunt and Uncle. Well, my foster sisters were SOOOO excited because they thought they’d be able to get away with murder! Boy, were they surprised! I guess they were thinking our Mom would employ someone who wasn’t dog savvy. That was wrong. Foster Cousin is VERY dog savvy. Well…except for that Gentle Leader thing. Some instruction would have been useful there, but otherwise we all had to paw the line.

While Mom was gone, Foster Uncle thought it would be nice to mow her lawn because it was getting long (Foster Mom has REALLY nice relatives). My job during this activity was to provide the directionals. I stood in the path of each swipe to act as a guide as the mower approached. Foster Uncle, also a dog savvy individual, knew this was a potential risk as dogs and lawn mowers don’t mix. We had several discussions about it when he had to stop several feet away from me. For some reason, it seemed to take him a long time to finish but I think we really bonded.

Then Foster Aunt stopped over one night to feed us and spend a little time with us outside. When she was leaving, she reached for the treat jar cuz we ALWAYS get a little somethin’ somethin’ when the humans leave. I, having been schooled in patience, waited politely for my treat while the other two danced, hopped and spun circles. Well, Foster Aunt dropped the treat jar on the floor! I bet you can guess the rest. Everybody’s eyes got so big! Foster Aunt had to throw her WHOLE body over the treats. Hattie and Bella thought they had died and gone to heaven! They were vultures! I, however, waited. After Foster Aunt got it all cleaned up, she gave me a little something extra for being mannerly.

We all had a good time with Foster Mom’s relatives but I know we were GReatly missed. Now we’re back to fewer treats, Gentle Leaders, and the kitchen wastebasket in the garage. That’s okay. We still have a pretty good gig.

Foster Mom says this is what it looks like to live a blessed life. And she means HER life!

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Kellie here, checking in with another update. I've gotten so comfortable here in foster care that I surprised Foster Mom the other morning and planted a flying slurpee right across her face. But that's not the surprising part. She was asleep! Surprise! I figured if the resident dogs can jump on the bed and be pesty at 5:15 in the morning perhaps it was the thing to do. You know... "When in Rome..." and all that. I think Foster Mom's a little worried I'm learning bad habits. Or maybe she was just crabby cuz it was a Saturday.

I must in good conscience report a dumpster diving incident that occurred during the night this week. Foster Mother says she can't be sure exactly WHO got into the kitchen wastebasket but she thinks her initials are KELLIE ANN! I am NOT fessing up. The fact that the other two canines have never done it is NOT helping my case. It helps to know that, like any dog person, Foster Mom would never accuse one of us unless she caught the perpetrator red-pawed. It also helps to know that Foster Mom sleeps like a bloodhound after a hunt so that's NEVER gonna happen! I'm thinking child latches on the cupboards are likely in my future.

Have I mentioned what a bunch of loads the dogs who live here are? I've tried play bowing, head butting, and rubbing on them like a cat and nothing! I woof a little and do a little hop to try to engage them in play. One of them stands there and wags her tail and the other one runs for a toy. Not to share, mind you - to hoard! Youngsters. Hmmph.

Foster Mom would really like to see me go to a forever home with another dog - perhaps a NORMAL dog that knows how to PLAY! She told me not to worry either cuz the perfect forever home is out there for me. She says there are special people who understand that you can pack years and years of love into less than years and years and I just have to be patient and wait for them. I can do that.

I thought they said 30 minutes or less...?

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Kellie Ann here. I totally know the drill now in foster care. One must hop around and spin circles before each meal. I can't say why but it seems to be the done thing so I comply. We all sleep all day while Foster Mother is at work and then we all bug her when she gets home. My M.O. is to jump half way into her lap and lick her face endlessly. One of my canine foster sisters chooses this time to bark wildly and run around. The other resident dog is apparently in charge of laundry and brings several items down from upstairs. After dinner it's play time where the other two run around with toys and such until Foster Mother exclaims that someone's gonna put an eye out and makes them stop. I usually get belly rubs during this time. I LOOOVVVVEEE belly rubs. I was the Belly Rub Queen at the PetCo event. It seemed everyone wanted to oblige me and I DO NOT think it was because I systematically layed at every human's feet and rolled over. What can I say? I'm just a people magnet.

We had spa day over the weekend and everyone was treated this time. I stood patiently while Foster Mother brushed my locks and I laid quietly while she trimmed my nails. I cannot say the same for my foster sisters. I'm still getting drops in my ears and, while I don't love it, I tolerate it. This week I got to go on a home visit with Foster Aunt and Foster Cousin and their mop dog. Everyone agrees I'm an exceptional car rider and a gracious guest - skills one acquires only with time and experience.

Time to sign off. Foster Mom turned off the lights and that means it's bedtime. Foster Sister always tries to beat me up the stairs but she never wins. My place is a comfy dog bed right next to Foster Mom's bed where I'll sleep quietly through the night.

Here's me dressed up to go on my home visitFoster Mom INSISTED that I let her rub my belly