And the circle goes unbroken….

Round and round he goes, where he stops no one knows.  Jamie had a form of OCD.  He did circles all day long.  I was told my many, how bad this was and that Jamie needed prozac.  I did not believe any of it.  Jamie spent the first 8 months of his life confined.  While he was walked and socialized at North Shore, that only accounted for the last 2 months.  The first 6 months of his life, his world was a tiny cage.  Jamie could hear or see nothing out of this small box.  If he wanted exercise or was bored, he could only move within the confines of his cage.  As far as he was concerned, nothing existed outside of the area he could touch.

How did I get him to stop, you ask?  I redirected his energy.  I played with him, petted him, gave him things to chew every time I saw him going in a circle.  Gradually, he recognized a world outside a 3 foot radius and began to explore.  Check out his circle video below.

Tomorrow, the third reason he was returned the first time.


And The Poop Goes On……..

There was a “surprise” for me every morning.  Some mornings I was luckier than others. Once in a while, he would pile the poop in a corner, so, the “daily bath” wasn’t as hard.  Other times, it was caught between his toes and I had to scrub every nail.

At this point, I had started documenting his surprises, on his Jamie’s Journey FB page, with a little humor or I would have cried.  He had a fan club that kept hoping I would have a day of no poop.  Eventually, it started to happen.

I owe it to his UTI.  For some reason, he would howl at night if he had to pee.  Usually, that was about 1 am, 3 am and 5 am.  Since, I was waking up to take him out, he started pooping outside too.

But……there were other issues, OCD type issues.  Stayed tuned for the continuing saga……of As the James Turns.0205172002-1

Day is done…..

Jamie and I had reached the end of his first day with me.  It was very exciting and he is exhausted.  I cannot tell you how sweet he was cuddled in my arms as he snoozed.

My bedtime approached and I took Jamie out to go potty one more time.  I had decided that the best choice until I got to know him well was crating him at night.  He had not mapped out the house, as of yet, and of course he was a puppy and puppies chew, so there were safety reasons.  I made him a little bed and gave him a treat.  I settled in for the night, but sleep was not to be had, at least for me.  Jamie barked and barked most of the night.  I tried taking him to bed, but he did not understand that the bed has a drop off point.  Back into the crate, it was safer.  Somewhere before daylight, he fell asleep, but not without leaving me a present.

How did I not know about his “gift?”  I had put his crate at the far end of the house from me, so I could sleep.  I opened my bedroom door and instead of coffee, I smelled poop!  I go to get Jamie, he is covered in it.  I took him out and drew bathwater.  Now I am not a morning person, at least not before coffee, but seriously, who could have coffee when he was so full of it!!!!!!

To be continued…….0111171903-1


Everyone loved Jamie.

January 9th is also my grandson’s birthday.  Jamie and I went straight to the party after the more than 90 minute ride home.  Jamie was an excellent passenger but was very excited to be out of the car and back on his feet, at least while he was not being held.

Everyone adored this new little curly haired guy.  This was, however, the calm before the storm.  Continuing tomorrow……..


OUTLANDER, the book

January 9, 2017 was the day I brought Jamie home.  It was a day later than I had planned because of a blizzard.  Jamie was not known as Jamie then, but as Stanley.  The same day I adopted Jamie, my friend adopted a female cat.  We, together, decided to name them Claire and Jamie after our favorite book series, OUTLANDER, by Diana Gabaldon.  We started a FB page about the two, bringing them to life.

As I sat in the shelter that day, I was impressed.  Having been to many shelters, this one was different.  There were areas for people to interact with cats and dogs, it was bustling.  There was no smell.  When they brought Jamie out, he was clean, happy and without fleas.  A huge sigh of relief for me as I had others at home and fleas tend to “share.”

Here I am with Jamie the first time I saw him and Jamie saying “good-bye” to his caretaker.  To be continued……..

Just call me Nana Moses

fullsizeoutput_1f1I wrote my first book after I had been retired for 10 years.  I have been involved in dog rescue for most of my adult life.  I usually take the ones other people do not want, like the elderly ones or the abused ones that cannot trust.  Then one day, I saw Jamie and I saw him the next day and the day after that on Facebook.  Jamie was at a shelter, North Shore Animal League to be exact.  Jamie looked so sweet, even with his urine soaked ears from the mill.  I new Jamie was “special” from the first picture.  Jamie’s eyes are covered with tissue and he is blind.  He is also deaf.  It is typical of double merle dogs.  Breeders will mate two merles to get the beautiful colors, knowing that they could end up with a dog like Jamie.  It is all about money, the “Jamie’s” in life are usually destroyed.

It was a very cold day that I drove the more than 100 miles to adopt him.  He was 8 months old and weighed 17 lbs.  Jamie was a wiggly, kissing machine.  I knew from the first day that Jamie had a story to tell……………….