Four months with Finney. He’s adopted!

Finney finds a home.

On March 20, 2016, I picked up small, scared, neglected dog from the Front Street Animal Shelter in Sacramento, CA to foster. He’d been picked up by animal control and no one came to claim him. Thank goodness. He was a mess.  I thought I’d have him for a few weeks before he was ready for adoption. During the first week, he barely moved. I carried him to the yard, to the couch, to eat and to bed. Slowly, he timidly began walking around the house. In a month, he was trotting. It was Patty the poodle who sent him running, toward her. She lives next door, and he fell in love. Patty gave him a purpose, and he learned to walk on a leash so he could to follow her. He became more outgoing with her and her two siblings. He learned to ride in a car, went on his first hike, had a party for his dog friends and began playing with a ball.

In the next few months, he learned to ride in a car, went on his first hike, got a professional grooming, had a dog party and began playing with a ball. Silent for more than a month, he eventually found his bark. At first, it was a small puppy bark, and then it became a full-fledged tough dog bark.As his confidence grew, so did his cuteness. Sometimes he looked like a lamb, a polar bear cub or a wind-up stuffed animal. On Friday, August 28, Finney went to his forever home with Lori and Mike Cox where he will have a playmate,

On Friday, Aug. 28, Finney went to his forever home with Lori and Mike Cox where he will have a playmate, Maggie and lots of love. It is rewarding to help a traumatized dog heal and find happiness. As hard as it is to let them go, I know he is in good hands.








Foster dog Finney’s intake photo.

Finney was a sad pup his first days, but slowly he emerged from whatever had shaken him.
He learned to ride in the car.

He went hiking and dipped his paws in a mountain stream.

He was professionally groomed and was mistaken for a lamb.
He met a girl. Patty the poodle lived next door and sent his head spinning. He followed her around like a lovestruck teenager.
He was a good sport about getting a bath. He liked to keep his coat pearly white to impress Patty.
He made more friends and had a dog party! He invited only small white or tan dogs.
He discovered balls.
He became a master ball chaser and so delightful to watch.
Finney’s new family, Lori and Mike Cox, took him home on Friday, July 28, 2016. He’ll have a dog sister, Maggie, a Jack Russell Terrier, and they will be playing ball day in and day out. I’m sure he will make their hearts grow.

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Meet the new cute crew at the Sacramento city shelter looking for new laps to curl up in.  To see all the dogs that are available for adoption visit their website  –

Skedadle, Monte, Brianna, Romeo, Toby, Phyllis Dill, Matisse, Lt. Worf, and Coco are the latest fur set to land in the city shelter.  From little dogs to senior dogs, this group is extra special.  Sweet, silly, sad and gentle.  It’s makes one want to scoop them all up and bring them home.

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Are you thinking of adoption?  Meet Jelly Bean and Grommet, Maya and Bo, Sully and Roxy, some of the 63 dogs available for adoption right now at Sacramento’s city shelter on Front St. –

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Penny  and Jelly Bean

Grommet and Buddy

Maya and Artie

Jared and Bo

Missy and Kinko

Sully and Roxy


Skittles the chihuahua is sad.  Her unemployed mom moved away from Sacramento, into an apartment that doesn’t allow pets.  Skittles was a pampered dog, whose owner doted on her. Lots of lap time, slept in the bed, tummy rubs.  Tug toys, chew toys, and chicken strip treats.  Described as practically the perfect dog – loving, affectionate, likes kids, sometimes shy, housebroken, thinks your beautiful, etc.  Skittles is looking for a new home that will love her forever.  She doesn’t understand how everything went from perfect to homeless at the Sacramento city shelter –

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The day began just as I had hoped – a July 4th hike to water, some swimming and a picnic.  It deteriorated rapidly when perfect dog Ella disappeared into thin air just as we were getting our lunch out.  Searching and calling led to nothing.  This went on for what seemed like eons, and I was hungry and not appreciative of the situation.  After at least 30 minutes, Anne got a call from a kayaker who found Ella about a mile down river.  Holy moley.  What happened!  After the rescue mission, which involved hiking through lots of blackberry brambles, we headed back to our spot along the river.  Ella wasn’t talking.

The day was lovely.  Emily threw sticks for me.  Scores of kayakers and rafters floated by, and I showed off my improving swimming skills.  We lollygagged, ate, ( I snuck some watermelon) and had a good old time.  Ella slept.

The hike out of the American River canyon was a scorcher.  Faster than quickly I thought I was going to die.  The trail felt ridiculously fiery.  I danced like nobody was watching on the blazing, hot path and tried to bushwhack through prickly star thistle to stay off the route.  My parched tongue dragged on the ground, and I started to feel faint.  I sat in the shade of every tree I found.  What was Anne thinking!  Could my pads actually melt off?  Because this seemed like a real possibility.  This might be the worst decision she’s made since I’ve known her.  No, on second thought, not true.  I can think of one worse and  . . .  (later), but this is a close second.  She tore a bandana into four pieces and with first aid tape made booties for Ella.  Ella liked that idea.  What about me!   I’m much more delicate than her.

Well, you aren’t going to believe this, but I got an even better deal.  I ended up getting a ride. Yep, I got a ride right out of the canyon.  Hope about them apples.  Mighty Emily scooped me up and carried me out.  She hugged me to her, and my sizzling stupor fell away.  I was immediately deliriously happy.  Emily is my hero.  She may be petite but don’t let that fool you.  If the going is tough, you want Emily along, because she saved the day and me!  I’m voting for the Sierra for the next hike and Emily for Fourth of July Hero of the Year.