If you read my last blog you know the story of the family that came to my door with two puppies stuffed in a tiny crate. They wanted me to take them but they had another dog as well and she was pregnant. As much as I wanted to get those puppies out of that box I told the family that they could drop the puppies off at the vet clinic when they took the momma in to be spayed. I would pick the pups up from there. Well we didn’t hear anything for a week, we went to their house, no one home, finally we tracked the son down at his work and he promised to take them to the clinic. I met them there. What a mess, you should see the mother. The picture really doesn’t give an idea of what bad shape she is in.The amazing thing about the puppies was that I thought they were 2-3 months old but it turns our they are 5 or 6 months old, unbelievable.Little Chupa is the one sitting up and she has a long way to go.
A woman on the island has saved three dogs from the street. Now she has health problems and can’t keep them. So we arranged for the biggest dog to go to my friend who has a rescue in Cancun but there is always a trade. Guess what we got, a momma and her six pups.Am I ever glad they are here. The mom really needs some good food and the pups are hungry so we are feeding them some extra milk, they are about three weeks old.
This is the story of misplaced enthusiasm. If we can’t find homes for our pups or dogs locally we send them to rescues in the US or Canada. Recently we connected with a new rescue in Toronto, Canada which is fun for me because I grew up there.
Six weeks ago we arranged to send five pups to our new rescue. Everything went well until the final exit through customs at the Toronto Airport. We had sent pups there before with no problems but this time the agent decided that our puppies were commercial, someone had to be making money off of this. It’s actually very funny, most rescues barely scrape by and individuals eat up their retirement accounts rescuing dogs. If there’s money in this, please someone tell me where to find it.
Well this agent stuck to his guns and actually sent all five puppies back to Mexico. These pups were in their crates for over thirty six hours and then we had trouble with Mexican customs on their return. Don’t these people have better things to do than to make life miserable for five little rescue puppies.
Finally we got the pups back. They were frightened, thin and dehydrated but okay after tons of hugs and food and water.
During all the fuss the custom agents told us that there would be no problems if we flew the pups with a passenger and not cargo. Okay a month later a good friend was flying Cancun to Toronto so we sent the now three pups back to Toronto (some of them got homes). Two of them made it through but Karen didn’t, her owner was waiting for her in Toronto and customs decided that if the owner was getting a new pup then money must be changing hands.
I just have to add here, how odd this is. I spend most of my life trying to convince people that these rescue dogs have value, as in a special life, and here we run into a problem where they are being assigned monetary value, like we are running a puppy store rather than a rescue.
Okay, long blog, sorry—— they take Karen away again and forbid her to touch her cutie paws on Canadian soil. Remember this is her second stint doing overtime in a crate surrounded by strangers. A situation which we usually deem worth it when they get to their new, wonderful, forever, homes.
Karen’s future was not looking good, another trip back to Mexico just seemed too cruel. The whole wonderful rescue community jumped into action. Finally we found out that Karen didn’t have to go back to Mexico, that being a threat to national security, she only had to get off Canadian Soil. So back on an airplane she went, after vets visits, more strange kennels and an added threat of quarantine.
Wonderfully she has landed in Denver where our local support is now helping her get back to health and will find her that home she deserves. Canada is now safe.
Jeff and I are on the way from Mexico to Colorado in our RV. We drive across the Yucatan Penninsula to the Gulf of Mexico and always stay at this one place in a small town called Isla Iguada. It’s right on the beach and really great.
This year we stayed an extra day because we had some complications sending pups to Toronto and wanted to be available. Of course I’m always watching the local dog situation and on the beach right in front of us were two saddly, skinny puppies living under a boat. I took them some food and expected them to run away but they were incredibly friendly. So Jeff and I talked about taking them but decided it would be really difficult. I spent all day playing with them and giving them food. The day we were leaving we stepped outside the camper and there they were. “Hi, are we leaving today?” What are you going to do??????
So we put them in the shower. They were so good I can’t believe it. They were instantly house trained, never whined and were just a joy. So we get to Texas and there is a lovely retired couple in the camp site across from us. One look at the pups and they adopted them. I’m asking all the questions, not wanting to part with the pups, who I named Tipper and Birdie, so soon. But it was a perfect match. So these wonderful cuties went from starving under a boat to a wonderful life in Texas. It doesn’t get any better than that.
We got a new dog last week. He was at a house where they tied him up all day and the caretaker didn’t like him. We were glad to have him, he’s handsome, smart and very well behaved. Well, we were taking him, RED, for a walk a few days ago and all of a sudden he started to howl. Coming towards us was a smiling woman who only had eyes for Red. She explained that Red had been a street dog who lived in front of her house and that she really adored him but she already had two dogs and couldn’t keep him. She said that he’d disappeared. Were they ever glad to see each other.Our smiling friend was sure she could find a new home for Red. The next morning I got a call to bring him down island to his new home. What a treat.
My friend Moby makes a calendar every year and part of the proceeds are donated to Isla Animals. This year she did something different and added a before and after picture of our beautiful dogs to each month.
The Calendars start with the month of May and the pictures are superb. If you are interested in purchasing one, they are $15.00 plus shipping and you can contact Moby at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Moby would like to get orders before April 15th so she can order another printing.
Just-in is doing better every day. We are treating him for Ehrlichia and it’s making a big difference. He likes to keep to himself and doesn’t respond to people with enthusiasm. I don’t think his owner paid much attention to him. I see this all the time. We’re working on him though, we make a big fuss over him all the time.
We took in a wonderful, handsome, smart, guy the other day. He was picked up off the street and given to a family as a guard dog. The caretakers didn’t like him plus he barked because they never let him off of his chain. After being here for an hour we could already see that he’s just one of those special dogs. He needs to gain weight and learn to trust people but he’s well on his way. Loves walks.
Our poor Perrafaira (above right) was attacked by a big dog last night. She had multiple puncture wounds and wasn’t using her back leg. We cleaned her up and I’m sure she’ll be okay but she’s an older dog and I think it really upset her. She gets extra hugs today.
Two days ago some men that live on a boat in one of the Isla Mujeres Harbours literally fished this little old dog out of the ocean. They kept him over night and then brought him to me. He was in such bad shape, I can’t even imagine where he came from or how long he’d been swimming. His eyes and ears are infected, his nails were so long that his toes were twisting sideways and he has a bad case of ehrlichia. These are only the things that we can see.
Justin was the name of one of the men so we called him Just-in. Ha Ha. We bathed him right away, he was crawling with fleas and then he slept for 24 hours. We would wake him up for some liver every once in a while. Last night he started to move, what a treat that was. He even resisted when I cleaned his ears. Yahoo – go – Just-in. He looks fat but it is the water in his abdomen from the Ehrlichia and we think he’s blind plus we’re not sure how well he hears, I’ll keep you posted.
I got an email weeks ago about a mom and her pups. I blogged about it. The mom was older and they were living in the bushes. I tried to get the pups but the owners wanted to wait until their daughter picked one. I was stumped, I can’t be accused of stealing puppies or no one will trust me. Then I got an email from a tourist saying he’d seen some pups and the bartender at the establishment (which is on the beach) had asked him if he wanted one. Well that changes the rules.
So we went back last night and picked them up. We left the Isla Animals card so they would know where they were. By the time I got home with them I was too annoyed to offer even one back. They were starving. Puppies are cute but guess what —- you have to feed them.
They spent their first day here in our ridiculously big bath tub.
I got a phone call this morning from Judy. She told me there was a sick dog in the Guatalupana which is the poorest section of the island, still without electricity or running water. I met Judy there and we went to visit the dog. He was really grumpy and really skinny. I promised to bring some medicine for Ehrlichia which is probably what he has, they all have it.
While we were there people kept asking us to look at their dogs and “did we have anti-parasite medicine” or “when can we get our animals sterilized?” What a difference. Partly due to a heightened awareness and partly because of the terrible condition of the dogs.
The kids followed us everywhere. They brought me two sick pups who I took home with me and then it dawned on me. Let’s do the clinic right there. That way the owners can stay with there dogs. We can just do maybe 12 -15 but we can do it every week. Within a few minutes I had Pepe, the vet, agree to come and a family offered their house. Wow. If this works out we’ll go every week until we have the area under control. We can give out deworm medicine and tic and flea prevention. In a few months it will be a showcase of “how too.” We hope. Let’s see how it goes.
I’m sorry to say that our wonderful Beatrice didn’t make it. She started to fade yesterday and we lost her last night. Her poor little body was just too depleted to make it back. But we loved her and fussed over her for the short time she was here with us. I miss her bright eyes already.