Holly Part 2

Well, I took Holly to the Vet today, to see what he wanted to do about her poor elbow. We're going to the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow, for her pre-op work up. It looks like surgery is the only thing that stands a chance of making my sweet Holly girl walk normally again, and even it's not a 100% certanty.
She behaved angelically at the Vet's office...obviously has been to the Vet before, and had positive experiances. Poor girl made friends with a chihuahua sitting next to us...wish I'd had my camera...nothing quite as cute as a Rottie and a chihuahua sniffing and wagging at eachother, and befriended a cat...the first time I've ever seen a Cat Friendly Rottweiler, so she's obviously well socialised. She allowed a little (like 3 year old) girl to come over and pet her, and rolled on her back so she could get belly rubs from the child. I tell you, someone must have loved her and treated her well before she wound up in the pound. She's too well adjusted and trusting not to have been a loved pet at some point in her life.
Holly appears to be fully housebroken as well, even in the Vet's office where my Max tends to forget himslef in favor of marking "his" territory.
What a great girl Holly is, she and Ivy will make someone very, very happy.

Holly

Holly arrived here yesterday, as a Foster Dog for another Rescue. Oh, my poor sweet Holly girl, she and her older sister (or possibly mother) Ivy are two of the sweetest Rottie Girls on the face of the earth. They were picked up running at large by animal control in Georgia, and would have been killed if they hadn't made it into rescue. I admit to a slight prejudice where Rottweilers are concerned, I simply adore them. I have spent time around several Rottweilers prior to deciding to start Lone Star, and have found them to be nothing less than enormous lap dogs, with a tendancy to drool a bit (ok, so that is an understatement). I just love them. Holly and Ivy make 5 Rotties here at Lone Star, each every bit as sweet, loyal, and loving as the last and none of them with ANY human or Dog aggression, even to my smaller foster dogs.
Poor Holly has to go to the Vet tomorrow, and will probably need surgery for a leg injury that is at least two months old. How anyone could have Holly around fro two months and not have done anything to get her medical care for that injury blows my mind, but Animal Control has it's own logic.
She is just a beautiful, beautiful example of what a Rottweiler should be, tall, strong, agile, and in a desperate quest for her next belly rub. I am so smitten with her that, if I didn't already have 3 dogs of my own, I would adopt her and Ivy, just to keep them together and safe with me.
She is just as sweet as sugar, and as loyal as the day is long. She'd rather get loving (and by that I mean sit literally on my lap with Ivy) than eat, and as underweight as she is that is impressive. She is a show quality dog, and the fact that someone could leave her and Ivy to fend for themselves on the streets (yes, I searched lost dog listings for the last two years hoping her owners gave a rat's butt), I can't understand. Both of them were spayed prior to being picked up, so I know at some point, someone had to care...how they could stop and just abandon these sweet girls, I will never know.
I absolutely adore them both, and know that finding them a forever family will be very bittersweet. They are just too wonderful to put into words, my sweet, brave girls.
I know Holly has to be hurting, her right front leg is swollen at the elbow, and she can not put any weight on it, yet she still is so gentle, even when I have to handle the injury to examine it. She doesn't even growl, just lays in my arms, and licks my hands. I swear she knows Mama will never let her be hurt again...let's not mention what I wish would happen to whoever caused her to suffer like this.
She paws at me, with her hurt leg, if I should happen to give Ivy some of my attention, instead of her, as if she is saying, Kiss my Boo-boo Mama, look! Much like a human child. Her big brown eyes are so full of trust, even with all she has been through, she still believes people are good. I wish I could be as confident.
I have no earthly idea how we are going to afford her surgery, but I believe something will happen so she can get better. I refuse to believe anything else is possible. My Holly is going to get well, and she and Ivy will find a wonderful family that will love them and protect them forever. Anything else would be a real tragedy, and they have both seen enough of that.
I will write tomorrow about Ivy, and update with the Vet's exam of Holly so I know what we are up against.

Welcome to the Dog Farm

Hi, my name is Mama Kate, and I run the on the ground operations for Lone Star K9 Rescue Ranch. That sounds a lot fancier than what I actually do. I feed, vet, and care for all of the dogs here at Lone Star, my own 3 fur children, Fred, Gwen, and Zena, and our ever growing foster family. We currently have 9 dogs in Foster care here at Lone Star, Max, Kira, Armando, Vixen, Apollo, Simba, Lilly and Sandy. All my furkids have heartbreaking stories about their lives before coming here, and as you come to know our four legged family, I will share those stories, as well as the ups and downs of life among the dogs.

Lone Star is an All Breed Rescue. That means that we don't discriminate agenst any breed or breeds of dogs...if you are a dog, and need a safe haven, Lone Star will take you in. Purebreed Dogs live happily alongside mutts of unknown (and hard to guess) parentage, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

A lot of people think that purebred dogs don't wind up in the pound. Unfortunately, that's not the case. Of the 12 dogs currently at Lone Star, all but 4 of them are purebred. A pedigree doesn't carry with it the promise of a loving family.

Our Fred for instance is a purebred Great Pyrenees, and is now a beautiful boy, but when he was found running along the highway in West Virginia after being hit by multiple cars, he looked like nothing more than a big grey, matted mess. His first day here we cut and groomed so many matts off of him that the scissors literally left my hands bleeding. His matted, infected, dirty fur filled 2 full 30 gallon Trash bags. He had a Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) because the fur on his belly was so matted up that he couldn't pee without being covered in his own urine. His ears were filled with so many earmites that the inside was a dirty red brown, to the point that we worried he would suffer from permanent hearing loss.

Yet, despite the pain he had to be suffering , he still wanted to be loved, and never once snapped at either me, or his Vet. Within his first week here he recieved 5 injections (antibiotics, blood draw for a HW test, Rabies Vaccine, his 8 in 1 vaccine, and a Kennel Cough Vaccine), yet with the true dignity of his breed he stood and allowed us to heal him, taking the pills I had to shove into the back of his huge mouth without ever becoming aggressive.

He had never been walked on a leash before coming here, yet within a week he was walking through downtown with me, accepting affection from everyone as if it was old hat to him.

When I saw how much Fred benefitted from being in a real family, a dream was born. A dream of a place where all dogs who needed a safe, loving home could come and be loved and cared for until their forever family could be found.