Graceland and tornadoes

If you are an active puppy rescue, you should not also advertise yourself as someone fun and available for hanging out.  I was very silly lately and invited an old friend from Boca Raton Florida, who is currently teaching in the Caymans, to come to lovely Chattanooga Tn. and spend her only Easter Break with me, Mrs. Fun Fun.  I promised dancing, canoeing, caving, hiking, walking, eating and drinking.  There are several problems here. For one, This week I had 40 Dogs again. Mommies with puppies, random dogs and a few to pick up.  I live my life one day and one moment at a time, but I can usually schedule fun into the mix, or so I thought.  So this poor woman, with whom I have had so much fun:  first U2 and Smash Mouth concert, First trip to South Beach, First trip to ladies night in Fort Lauderdale, First Rum Cake, First EVER and only time to see VIOLENT FEMMES and get my dress signed by Gold Finger, while simultaneously being told my friend and I looked like hookers, thank you very much.  First time in Paris, First time in London (for Live8 no less) and on and on, so come to Chattanooga Tn, it will be the best time ever, ooooooh, except that we also have to take care of some dogs.

So we attempted a few things, and got some good shopping done at local charities, and ate and drank our fare share of things, but there was always the rush home to feed and walk dogs, feed and pet mommies and puppies and, of course, the inevitable, clean up all the pee and poop.  I swear this poor woman waded through sooooooooooooooo much pee and poop that she propably could have had DNA testing on her shoes to prove that she was indeed a dog.  But each time we went into the mommy rooms she melted with ooooh, look at how cute this puppy is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So it was with an embarassment and trepidation that I mentioned to her the trip to Nashville.  The local puppy rescue was lucky enough to connect with the huge New York rescue that will take up to 20 dogs from our rescue every month.  I was trying to work this into an adventure, a vacation, a trip of a life time, so she suggested that we tour some studios in Nashville, but I couldn't quite figure out what to look for on the internet, but I did find GRACELAND which IS in Tennessee, so must be driveable from Nashville.  Well, it is. But first you have to drive with 18 dogs TO Nashville. Oh, but 4 were rejected because they had heartworm, so now we need a babysitter in Memphis, which is actually far away, BUT we found one at the humane society that it turns out we were going to anyway to pick up 6 rescue puppies.
Oh, did I mention that the storm of the century was on its way?
Well, it was. So we parked the dogs in the cat trailer on the property of the West Memphis Humane Society and went to Real Memphis to drink on Beale Street.  We had a free hotel night at the Comfort Inn in Downtown Memphis. 
More to follow, off to watch Dr. Who.

3 week old puppies and their mommy

OOOH!!!!! I love new puppies, they are so sweet.  I love the noise they make as they suckle from their mommy!  I have this batch in a clean room that has never had puppies, so there is no parvo, so that is good, they will be safe.  There are 8 of them. The mommy was dropped off at a local shelter while she was pregnant and she gave birth just one day later there at the shelter! They were so cute that they weren't put down immediately, but instead cared for by the staff at the shelter.  The puppies were in the cat room in a sweet little blue swimming pool swathed in many many blankets.  The staff at the shelter are so wonderful! They don't want to have to kill the puppies and they find rescues whenever they can.  My house is risky because we recently had parvo, and I haven't secured all the rooms just yet.

Here is a sweet photo of the mommy and puppies.

Well, the mommy doesn't look as cute as she really is in this photo. Also, they are living in a room that incorporates the "observation" rooms that used to exist here at the school when it was the "Center for Exceptional Children"  These rooms locked from the outside, were lined with shag carpet and padding, had observation windows and overhead lighting to observe the ill behaved children that couldn't behave in a regular classroom.

gotta run