07/2008 - 02/21/2017
For our first experience with fostering Scotties for STLSTR, we welcomed 6 year old Lucy and her 3 year old daughter, Lola, whose owner had entered a nursing home. Lucy was a high energy and self-possessed beautiful dog who totally dominated her sweet daughter, not to mention, our own good- tempered older Scottie. Lola, as she was known then, had been a swimmer puppy, and probably unsellable by the owner/breeder. She had crooked little back legs which didn't stop her for a minute. We soon saw that neither girl would miss the other if separated, in fact, it would be best. One day into our foster experience is all it took for Lola to win our hearts, something she did for all 5 1/2 years that we were privileged to share our home with her. We “failed” at fostering and renamed her Lorna. We believe that Lorna used her charm offensive to win over the man of the family first, leaping into his lap and laying her head on his leg, at every opportunity. She used this relentless desire for love to change attitudes and lives. Lorna was a girl on a mission! The grumpy, aloof security guard she encountered on her evening walks was converted by Lorna power. She particularly loved little children, but watch out for those kisses! Always attuned to the people of the house, Lorna could understand words even when spelled! WALK, TREAT, and POPCORN were guaranteed to elicit barks and happy dancing galore. We are pretty sure she could tell time, and would intently stare until the humans came to their senses and kept to the schedule. A devastating diagnosis of lymphoma did not change her. Three weeks after the diagnosis, she decided her job here was done, and it was time for the Rainbow Bridge, where she is waiting for us. We so miss this little crooked-legged little girl. She was the beating heart of our home.
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"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
8/1/2006 – 3/4/2017
Appearances don’t make the dog. Underneath Barney’s rough exterior, he had a heart of gold. Sadly for him, he spent most of his life with an owner who could not afford proper care and so things that needed to be dealt with were neglected. He came to our house in May 2015 and while we dealt with skin issues and itchies, it became more apparent that he would be a permanent foster in the rescue organization. Barney always wanted to play ball but, most of all, he wanted to be “my boy”. Only the vets saw his “bad” side and the vet tech used to ask him when he arrived if he was “wearing his crabby pants”. His kidney disease escalated last fall and today it became apparent that we could no longer treat it. This house won’t be the same without our gentle giant - - we will miss you Barney.