New Hair!!!

I had been away from home on a trip for almost 2 weeks and all I can say is WOW at Elsie's new hair!! When she got here over a month ago her throat area was just skin but now she has a nice coat of new fur. It is so soft and the pustules are almost all gone now! Her dad did a good job of taking care of her.







Here is another pic of Elsie after I woke her up from her morning nap in the sun.

It is amazing what some love and good food will do to help heal. Elsie feels so good that she has taken to counter surfing. Now she has to learn that having all four feet on the floor is a good thing. She is smart and will learn quickly.

"Thank you again for letting me live. Don't forget to spend some time in the sun. It will make you happy!" - Elsie

Home

I have a new home, and it is here. My foster dad said I could stay (my mom said that earlier but she wanted dad to say it officially). They say that I will live with them forever but that I do have to learn some rules. I am so happy I could just counter surf all day!!! Oh, wait, I'm not supposed to do that.

Sorry there are no new pictures as my mom is on the road. She says that she does this often and that I have to get used to it. Hm, it means more room on the bed for me! Plus. It means that she isn't here to snuggle with. Minus. I could go on but I think that I will just look at the pluses for now. I am so happy!!!

A number no more

Perhaps this should have been posted earlier but I just got around to taking a pic of Elsie's shelter collar.

 

A dog in a large shelter is no more than a number. Maybe the staff can remember what the dog looks like but mostly they are a number. When you call to check on the status of a dog they ask for the id number. There are just too many to make it personal. Our local shelter is different. The number is secondary to their name. Most of the time you wouldn't even know they had a number.

Today marks the third week that Elsie has been out of the shelter. She has never really been 4229490 to me. Originally she was CC, the name her previous people had given her. She needed a new name to help her on her new journey. "Elsie" came to me on the drive to the shelter to pick her up and transport her. Elsie/LC (LanCaster). Close enough that she might respond, but when said with the intent of love behind it would bring her another step further. Further away from her old life and further along her path to her new one. Elsie has made many steps in these past few weeks. She has left her paw print on my heart.

Game On!

So much fun this morning. CV and I played, and played, and played. Even Ares joined in for a bit. Mom didn't even mind that we messed up the bed.

Wait, a camera? Photo op!

Sometimes it is best to be a bystander.

I don't need to be right on the couch.

I am not ashamed to say that I love the couch. Next to the bed it is my favorite place to sleep. And I am not opposed to sharing, after all, CV and Flora were here first.

                                     Flora                    Elsie                           CV

Sometimes there is not enough room on the couch for all of us. I am a smart girl and figured out a solution to this problem:

On a health update, mom says that I am starting to get my hair back in places. Mostly it is growing in on my neck and chest. Now if only these blistery bumps would go away.At least they don't itch. Also, my cough is almost gone. I am one happy pup. - elsie

Riding with my older brother

Elsie here. I got to go to town today in the truck with my oldest brother Ares. Ares used to go on errands with my foster mom until I arrived. Mom wasn't too sure if the rest of the pack would accept me by myself so she started taking me instead. Well, today we both got to go to town and then to a neighbors house. I met John and Marianne but I was in the truck so I wasn't too sure about them. They smelled like dog people and some other smell that I can't identify. Smells big.

Anyways, I like Ares a lot. He will almost play with me when he feels well enough to. He has some lumps in his throat that mom says is lymphoma. She treats him holistically and says that Ares teaches her to live each day, be in the the now. I kind of understand. I am starting to not remember much of my past life and I have only been here for almost 2 weeks.

This is my oldest brother Ares. He is 15 years young. My mom doesn't know how much longer he will live so they just take each day as it comes.

I try to get him to play with me. The other dogs here have yet to warm up to my puppy charms.

Ares likes to go everywhere with mom. He always gets shotgun. I like to lie down while the rolling couch is moving but Ares kind of gets in my way. We'll work it out.







I am really liking it here. Thank you again for saving my life and the lives of other dogs that don't look so perfect.
elsie