Pluto needs your help!

At 12:58 pm Central time, Legacy Boxer Rescue sent out a plea to its volunteers:

Urgent!!!
Boxer in need just came into a local shelter with a broken foot.
They are trying to get us pictures.
He will be put to sleep at 5pm to end his suffering if we can't help.
Who can foster this boy?

At 3:30, with only an hour and a half to spare, two amazing volunteers got together to work out a home for him. Amazing Lorie will take him for a couple of weeks until Marvelous Melaney gets back from her vacation. Then Melaney will be his foster mom.

Super Kim and Terrific Trevor jumped in the car to spring this handsome boy from the shelter and take him to the emergency vet. Melaney named him Pluto!

Now he is safe at the vet and getting the care that he needs. The weekend stay at the vet to TRY to save the leg until he can see a surgeon on Monday will cost between $1900 and $2400.

We really don't even know if his leg is broken at this moment in time. They will be taking x-rays tonight some time. What they are most concerned with at this time is infection and dead tissue. If they don't get the blood flowing and the infection under control, then Pluto will face the possibility of amputation regardless of the bone damage he might also have.

Thank you to LBR for giving him the chance to live and save his leg. Now, we need your help to pay the bill, so please put up a little cash to help us save this handsome boy.

I'm going to go make my donation right now in honor of the incredible volunteers that came together so quickly to save a life. You are my heroes!

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Hide and Seek

Can you find me?


I'm hiding from the herd of Yorkies at Aunt Laura's house. Except for the Yorkies and the pool, her house is pretty cool. She has a bunny yard.

The blue house is their little hidey hole, but they have a cool little yard, too.

I bring you these sunny pictures from a few weeks ago, because here's how it looks at my house this week...

Wags and Waves

There was a big fundraiser party at the water park today, and guess who got to stay home! Yes, believe it or not, yours truly was left alone at home while the moms took Dakota to have fun in the sun. I was very angry, until I saw the pictures.



Dakota had so much fun, and there seemed to be lots of water - really not my scene.


Also, there were lots of dogs around, and I am a little too old to have to whoop that many butts in one day.

To be honest, my babysitter, Jennifer, came and stayed with me while everyone was gone.

Now Dakota is totally worn out now, which is always a good thing for me. She is snoozing on the couch while she dries off.

I hope Legacy Boxer Rescue and all the other rescue groups involved made lots of money.

Now you can see something rarely seen in this world: Dakota running!

Just Call Me Tristan...

The moms are thrilled that Dakota and I are healthy and happy again. We are even playing with each other again, which is something we haven't done for a while. We have been wrestling and having fun since Dakota's cone came off.

Here we are killing a cow (that used to be one of my special, private, no-Dakota toys). But hey - what is that on my hiney?

Yesterday, while we were walking, mom noticed a little hairless spot on my butt, about the size of a Tic-Tac. She touched it and a bunch more hair came out, until it was the size of a Lifesaver. What the heck? She ran me up to the vet, who said I have a staff infection (and increased the size of the spot to donut-hole sized)! I didn't even know I had a staff! Get me a treat, staff!

Mom says, "No, Cubby, a staph infection." Oh. Well that's not so good. Hopefully, the ointment the doctor gave me will clear it up. If not, we'll be looking at some more antibiotics!

So now, mom is threatening to call me Tristan (AKA Popeye). You guys might not know Tristan, but he is a little Shih Tzu that totally dominates my friend, Margaret. Margaret saved him from a shelter when he didn't look nearly this cute.

He had a popped out eye! Ouch! He also has a permanently bald hiney. LOL. Unlike me, though, he can do a Donald Trump comb-over on his bald spot. Mine is just out there.

Freedom!!!

Finally, after two weeks of torture, Dakota was released from her cone of shame! She says this whole thing wasn't all bad. She got nummy food while she was coned. She also got to poke me with the cone all the time.

When the cone came off, she didn't make a big deal. She sniffed it as if to say, "No hard feelings," and proceeded to spend the next few hours licking and scratching all the parts she was unable to lick and scratch for two weeks.

Her cone left her with a crazy rooster hair-do, but she doesn't seem to mind all the laughing from the moms.


Besides the rooster comb and the half-shaved head, she seems a little lop-sided. Her bad ear seems to hang a little lower now. Maybe all the hair was holding it up...

After I finish this post, Dakota is getting her bath - no more stink! She doesn't know it yet, so I'll let her be happy for a few more minutes.

Dakota has one final message for you...

Mugging for the Photographer