Posted on December 28, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
At first I mistook her for another dog who had been adopted out, and I thought she had been brought back. She had the same unusual oriental-looking narrow eyes, but a closer look showed her mouth was darker in colour than Chloe’s. Still I wanted a name that sounded like her, so she became Clover. [...]
Posted on December 15, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
The story of Way Cool Dogs has went to the front page of Nebraska’s Omaha Examiner, in addition to a slideshow of some of their older dogs who dressed up for the occasion….including little Tillie Mae, Holly and the little old albino, Noodles. Check out the story and visit some of the old ladies’ “girls!”
Posted on December 14, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
Toots didn’t have the appearance of a puppy, although he actually was one. He looked more like a very tiny, wise, old dog, maybe because his fur, or what there was of it, was steel grey and his face looked old beyond his years, as if he might have many stories to tell. His fur [...]
Posted on December 01, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
Popsy, a heavy-coated greyish-white shipoo, was brought in one day with a heavily bandaged right front foot. He had apparently been taken to a vet’s clinic for treatment and the owners never came back for him, so in due time he was sent to the shelter. The big purple bandage was removed, revealing a withered [...]
Posted on November 16, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
Curly was the kind of dog who doesn’t get adopted, she was too big to be a small house dog, and not big enough to be a guard dog, and I was frankly nervous about what would happen to her. Then God stepped in, as he has a way of doing.
Posted on November 02, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
Sometimes when dogs are found wandering on the street, or if they have been surrendered by owners who were less than kind to them, all they want is to find a little corner to squeeze themselves into, where they won’t be noticed by anyone. In such cases a cage, no matter how uncomfortable, becomes their [...]
Posted on October 27, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
He was very weak when they brought him in, and his coat was dry and matted, so after a couple of days on the drip to build up his strength, he was bathed and trimmed down, and started to feel lots better. I actually got confused, as I had been looking after a smallish white [...]
Posted on October 11, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
It was the winter of Harvey Wallbanger, and Harvey would teach me more about patience and acceptance than I could ever learn from a human being. It wasn’t just winter. It was THE winter of all winters. I could not see out my windows through the mountains of snow. My other dogs found it to be lots of fun maneuvering through the obstacle course of frozen tundra that was now my back yard. Yet for an older dog with no vision or hearing, such conditions required a human’s guidance and assistance. No more opening the door in the morning to let the dogs out in nothing but a t-shirt and fuzzy slippers, coffee cup in hand, eyes slowly adjusting to the morning light.
Posted on October 06, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
Flossie looked for all the world as if someone had taken two dogs and joined their heads down the middle. The only other unusual thing about her was that the toes on one front paw were all twisted, probably the result of having been crushed by a heavy shoe, or a car tyre, or by some weapon used on her for fun, because in Jamaica any animal (it applies to children too) who looks different from the rest is mocked, made fun of, picked on and abused in any number of horrible ways.
Posted on September 20, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
From the first day I reached in and looped the leash around her neck, and she looked up at me with those languid eyes, I knew we would have a special bond. Daffodil was shy but everything interested and pleased her. As we walked down the row of cages to get outside, she stopped to sniff at each occupant. Some of them sniffed back, some retreated to the furthest corner of their cages, some roared at her, but nothing perturbed her.
Posted on August 04, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
I noticed her first because of her yelp – well, it was more of a yip than a yelp. I would pass the cage (one of the darker ones, so if a dark coloured dog was in residence it was not easy to make him out) and this little, hopeful sound would issue forth. When I opened up and peered inside, a charming, earnest little face looked up, and I could swear she smiled at me. I was hooked.
Posted on July 15, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
Dog owners who relinquish their black dogs, handing them over to a shelter or turning them loose on the streets, may be signing a death warrant due to Black Dog Syndrome.
Unfortunately, black dogs are euthanized more than any other color according to rescues and shelters across the country. Black dogs have been considered the underdog of all homeless dogs for many years, their lives ending with two counts against them. One is their size and the second is their color. For this reason, the black dog is almost always the first to be euthanized and the last to be adopted out to a forever home.
Posted on July 14, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
Pit bulls are considered one of the more high-risk breeds of dog, whether it concerns the medical field, insurance companies, property owners, new landlords or the city’s dog laws. That same dog when listed as an American Pit Bull Terrier, Pit bull, American…..or even a mastiff…the picture changes entirely.
Posted on July 05, 2011 by WayCoolDogs
She was a very large, ungainly dog, looking like a mixture of Weimaraner-Doberman Pinscher. The most remarkable thing about her was the color of her fur, which went from reddish to a sort of yellow ochre (first photo), giving the impression that she had been daubed by an artist who was trying out the various colors in his palette.
