I'm an extremely nice little Dude - everyone says so. Some kind people found me dehydrated and hungry and took care of me and helped get me to my rescue ladies. That was on July 1, 2014 when I was about 1.5 years old. An unfortunate event occurred when I was being and I had a blood clot that lodged in my spine. It blocked the nerves sending signals from my brain to my legs and I couldn't walk. All four feet were knuckling under. I was pretty sick for 2 days and stayed at the vet's while they monitored me and had me on IV with antibiotics and steroids. Everyone was pretty worried about me. Finally, I could lift my head and I got to go home with Marylin and meet the pack. I didn't move around much that first day, although I really enjoyed getting out to lie on the grass.
And my front legs worked! It was so great. I could use my front legs to pull myself around the yard without being held by anyone. My back legs still didn't work so I was carried inside and outside....... and upstairs and downstairs.
I started k-laser treatment and had those twice a week and my back legs started moving in a walking gait without having to drag them behind me. Of course my toes still curled under and I had to have booties on my back feet whenever I go out so that the tops of my feet didn't get rubbed raw. Ace and Izzy's dad did water therapy with me. From there I graduated to physical therapy with Anthony Woerner who I loved. He had the best treats! A rescue friend of Marylin's, Jeannie, came over and gave me a T-Touch session. :)
I was doing pretty well. By the end of November, 2014 everyone realized I'd never really walk properly again. It was a pretty low point for my rescue woman but I didn't care. I was happy. I could run with my pack and chase birds. I could go to daycare all day. Life was Good!
I even got to go swimming at Barley's. Loved It!!! Since then I've done a lot of traveling with Marylin because she has to wrap my feet every morning and unwrap them at night. If they're not properly wrapped I get bad pressure sores on my feet and hocks. So........ I've been to Las Vegas, Canada (5 times - I should have my own passport), everywhere in Utah, ID, OR, and WA. I'm a great little traveling ambassador!
I'm an English Pointer boy about 7 years old and I've had an interesting life. I'm good with all people, other dogs, and even cats! I just want a calm, secure home and to know I'm loved and I'll be your little dancing, woooooooo-woooing fool.
I came from the midwest via another national rescue organization that didn't meet me before sending me to a foster mom in Utah who they'd never met, either. Before that I was a stray that was picked up by a family who had to get rid of me because they thought I had separation anxiety. And I probably did. After all, I trashed their house (several times) and couldn't be left outside on my own or I'd break out. Somehow the severity of my condition wasn't clear to my new foster mom before I arrived.
Apparently I was pretty much a "hot mess" when I got into Salt Lake. I made a 2000 mile trip with multiple drivers and I hated cars and crates. I was so anxious I drooled a lake and was afraid to be more than a couple of steps away from my new foster mom. She had a lot of great dogs in her home that I really liked but I really, really hated being crated when she had to go to work. I broke out of my crate several times, injuring a tooth, toenail and my lower left eyelid. I whined and yodeled and drooled myself into a frenzy. After 3 weeks of working with me and taking me to her vet she was so distressed by my distress that she was wondering if my life was becoming unbearable for me.
The national group contacted my rescue lady at UPP who came to my foster home to assess me. She could see how clingy I was with my foster mom and how good I was with her and her dogs in her home. She also knew how hard separation anxiety is to fix but took me home with her. I'm on the left below.
I was comfortable here right from the start. The other dogs were active but very calm and secure. They accepted me immediately. I learned to run to my bed with them and wait for my breakfast and supper. She even had a beautiful English Pointer girl, Tama, for me to bond with. I thought she was pretty hot stuff! I still didn't like crates so my rescue lady decided not to crate me (how easy was that!). She made sure I felt safe here and knew all about my new (temporary) home before she left me "home alone" with 5 other dogs and 2 cats. She raised the blinds and tied up the cords. She moved anything breakable that she cared about to another room with a closed door. She made sure I got out to play for a hour. Then she and her human guy left. They just walked out the door. I didn't realize she was holding her breath for the entire 3 hours they were gone. And I was fine! I didn't disturb anything. I didn't pee in the house. I didn't have a conniption fit. I was fine. :) And I've been fine since then. Three other fosters have come and gone since I arrived, including a couple of little girls that I loved to wrestle with and chase around the yard. At some point before I got to my rescue lady I had too much protein in my food and developed struvite crystals in my kidneys that made me drink (and pee) a lot. I'm on a low-protein food and proin and the crystals are gone! I finally got rid of my attractive belly band that I had to wear inside.
The good news is that I'm a great dog! I'm not fond of fireworks and loud noises but I'm not a drooling fool when they occur anymore. I need a home with one or two other calm, secure, well-socialized dogs that will play with me. "Calm" doesn't mean "lazy". After all, I'm a pointer! No small children please. Their energy level is too high for me. I'm good with all people but I'll do better in a home with adults and a minimum of disturbance to my routine. I'm just a handsome dude lookin' for love.
I'm a beautiful GSP boy who was taken in as a stray by animal control. My rescue lady thinks I was released because I have a "pimple" on my right eye lens that needs to be removed. These are tricky and expensive surgeries - especially for a 7-year old boy. I just got to my rescue lady a couple of days ago so we're assessing it right now. In the meantime I'm having a great time with all the people and dogs at Old Farm Pet Resort. I'm great with everyone (except cats)!
USHER - a great big beautiful boy who has a whole lot of livin',
lovin', and learnin' to do! I'm wonderful with all people and other
dogs. Like a lot of my breed I'll kill cats. My approximate DOB is
6/15/2015. I'm ~ 25" tall at my withers and all my groceries have gone
into my legs so I have a little filling out to do in the next year. I'm
very smart and a great companion. I need another dog in my new home to
keep me socialized and show me the ropes of being a responsible GSP.
ALIBY The Amazing Munsterlander! I'm wonderful! My rescue lady thinks
my name comes from the word "Alibi" and I must have gotten it when I was
a much younger trouble maker. "Who knocked over the sugar on the
counter? Nope! Not me. Nothing to see here! I was way over on the other
side of the house."
I was turned into the shelter because my mom lost her home. She'd had me since I was a baby soit
broke her heart to turn me in. I'm a little disheveled-looking in my
photos because they were taken as soon as I got to my rescue lady's for
her vet to examine me. I hadn't had a bath or brushing yet. Unlike all
those shorthaired pointers, I have lovely, long soft hair that needs
regular tending or it turns into dreadlocks.
I'm about 8 years
old and in beautiful condition. I'm 77 lbs and 27" at my withers so I
need to lose about 10 lbs to be at my perfect weight. Even my teeth are
good! No dentist for me today! I get along with all people, other dogs
and I'm even willing to try and ignore cats.
I'm BROCK! I'm a totally gorgeous 3-year old boy with a natural tail. I'm great with all other dogs and........ yep.......... cats! I was released to Utah's Perfect Pointers by my parents because they had a new baby. I'd been with them since I was a baby, myself, but I was never properly trained or exercised so I was a little too enthusiastic for them with their new little one.
I started having seizures when I was just over a year old and my parents took me to the vet and put me on meds. I haven't had a seizure for about 8 months now.
I pretty much made my rescue lady crazy when I got here. I came home with her because she wanted to see how I acted and start to modify my seizure meds. She figured I was on way too many and she was right. She cut out the first one but kept the phenobarbitol and KBr. Now she's weaning me off the phenobarbitol very slowly and hoping I'll be able to maintain my seizure-free status just on the KBr.
When I got here I paced and paced and paced and whined and whined and whined. Rescue lady's not that fond of pacing and whining. She was also totally unimpressed with my grabbing her hand in my great big mouth. I stopped that within 3 days. She told me she didn't have to deal with this with 3-month olds and she certainly wasn't going to put up with it with a 3-year old. Gulp!
She took me to daycare the day after I arrived with her 5-pack. It was great! I was a little on the chunky side and I really liked daycare. There was a pool, lots of other dogs, and the handlers really liked me. I've been going every day since and now I'm the perfect weight for my size. I may have mild separation anxiety so I'll do better with another dog in my new home. I'm becoming the perfect gentleman - as in gentle man. I've never been hunted and it's probably a little to late to start. I just want to be a loved family guy in a secure home that will keep up with my exercise routine.