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'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)!
ZANDER - an exquisite GSP boy with gorgeous confirmation. My
approximate DOB is 10/15/2017 so I'm just a sweet young thing. I was
a hot mess when I became a Perfect Pointer.
I was turned into the shelter by my family because they
couldn't control me. No big surprise there! They'd turned a
perfectly-bred GSP into a quivering mass of neuroses. My separation
anxiety was so bad the shelter was desperate to get me out of
there because I was tearing up their kennels. I came to Utah's Perfect
Pointers the next day and had to be crated in my kennel otherwise I'd
destroy the kennel and injure myself. My rescue lady's had a lot of
dogs with separation anxiety but never one as bad as mine. I also was
never socialized with other dogs so my initial reaction is to try and
hump them - aggressively and compulsively. My quality of life wasn't great. I loved going out with my rescue lady but she couldn't
devote every minute of her day to me. She wondered how a 7-month old
pup could be so totally ruined and hopes my former family never gets
another dog. In the meantime she needed professional help and the people at DogTown Kennels/Sit Mean Sit Training were just the ones to do it!
Jon Cain was my first trainer. I love him! Within a couple of minutes I was a respectable dog and learning to "place" and "sit" and "come" and "down". I was so proud of myself!
Then I got to go out with the other dogs and run around just like a respectable GSP! It was so great! I love going there and being a real dog.
KELLEN! I'm a pretty boy with a mostly chocolate head and a few
hard-to-spot white hairs around my muzzle. My approximate DOB is
2/1/2016 so I'm still a sweet young thing - full of life and love and
energy. I'm the perfect size - 47 lbs and 24" at my withers. And I get
along with all people and other dogs. I'm having a blast in daycare.
I'm Gorgeous GULLIVER and I have my very own facebook album with lots more pictures and information:
I was a bag of bones when I got to my rescue lady and a month later I'm
starting to look like..... a dog! My approximate DOB is 6/27/2008.
I'm up to 55 lbs and I'm 26.5" at my withers. Ive become really playful
- especially if the activity involves a ball. I Love Balls! And I Love Water! I'm
wonderful with all people, other dogs and cats.
KIBO! And yes, my rescue lady knows I'm not a pointer, no matter what
the shelter said! I'm probably a Doodle Thing - miniature poodle mixed
with "something else". My name means "hope" in Japanese.
timid little guy and need some serious socializing with people. I've
met a lot of them since I've been here and if they take their time
getting to know me I'm very grateful. I didn't have
much socializing experience in my past life. I was just neutered and
will be having my pearly whites taken care of this week. Then my
socialization period begins. I acutally like other respectful dogs.
They make me feel more secure. So no children in my new home,
please. They're too active for me at this stage of my career. My
approx DOB is 7/13/2010. I'm only 18.5" at my withers and 32 lbs so I'm
the perfect size for an adult couple who can spend some time with me,
keep my soft curly hair groomed, and make me feel at home.
month-old Mayhem became a perfect pointer on Dec. 12, 2017. He was in
the South Salt Lake shelter and of course they called me as soon as his
stray hold was over and were delighted to turn this charmingly energetic
young man over to us. <3
He was a squirming, bounding bundle of enthusiasm and I held him in
quarantine for 10 days while he was dewormed and had all his shots.
About Day 10 it seemed that he was
developing kennel cough. That's pretty typical for a lot of our dogs
when they arrive and other than the attractive snot-blowing phase it's
not a particularly difficult illness to overcome. It's like a kid going
to kindergarten for the first time. They catch something disgusting,
bring it home to the rest of the family, everyone recovers and the kid's
immune system is much stronger for the short inconvenience. We put him
on doxycycline for 10 days and he improved markedly. On
January 2, I ran him over to the Humane Society to see if they could
neuter him for me - sort of my idea of "starting the new year out
right"! He seemed fine to me but they were sure he still had kennel
cough so back he went into isolation boarding and another 10 days of
doxycycline. Sigh. He
seemed perfectly fine within 10 days - no more sneezing, no more
harumphing, no more snot draining unattractively from his nostrils.
Life was good. I took him back to Humane on January 23, feeling sure
he'd be neutered and I wasn't going to get yelled at. He passed the
pre-surgery exam. And..... sigh...... when I went to pick him up that
afternoon they said he started draining phlegm as soon as they
anesthetized him (but since he was under they neutered him anyway).
I put him on clavamox for 10 days. Obviously the doxycycline wasn't
helping! Of course none of this slowed him down at all or dampened his
enthusiasm for everything. Within 5 days he seemed fine but we
continued the clavamox for the entire 10 days and he went into daycare.
was having a blast....... but within 10 more days he started snuffling
again. ENOUGH! We called in the Big Guns and put him on Baytril. This
is one of the strongest antibiotics we have. Surely this was going to
take care of everything.
brought him home and tried to make myself think that he wouldn't pass
anything along to the other 7 dogs if I covered his kennel with a sheet.
hahaha! I really knew that wouldn't do any good but all the other
dogs have great immune systems so I wasn't terribly concerned. He was
less than thrilled with the new diggs. He was very interested in
interacting with English Pointer, Tama, who he thought was pretty hot.
After all, she was an older woman at 9 years!
recovered nicely and enjoyed finally getting to play with Tama and the
other Casa UPP members. For 3 weeks he bounced between Casa UPP and
daycare without any problems.
April 12 he started leaking more disgusting yellow "stuff". This time I
noticed it was primarily from his left nostril and I thought back to
the other times when his discharge was predominantly "one sided". This
was definitely suspicios and Dr. Kay wondered if he got "something"
stuck up his great long nose like a piece of grass that kept becoming
infected. So we went to see Dr. Tarassov at Olympus Cove and Mayhem has
a dental (no infection there) and a nasal flush that didn't produce and
extraneous matter. But he certainly did feel better and we hoped that
watever was in there was gone and he was going to be fine. We put him
on clindamycin for 3 weeks. And of course he stayed at Casa UPP. Mayhem welcomed in fat little Ora and they had a wonderful time wrestling and playing.
When pretty little Aasha (now Cranberry) arrived at the beginning of April he was very accommodating to her play needs.
old English Pointer, Stott, was Mayhem's absolute favorite and they
played all day (or at least until Stott got tired of him). This picture
was taken on May 7th. On
May 8, I noticed his breathing was very rapid and shallow so I took him
back to Olympus Cove. Dr. Love noted his temperature was 106.7 and his
pulse was very high. They put him on IV fluids with antibiotics until I
picked him up that night. When I took him back on the 9th his oxygen
levels were so low and x-rays showed he'd aspirated fluid into his lungs
that was sitting at the bottom third of
his lungs. They suggested he go into oxygen therapy immediately. I
moved him to Cottonwood Animal hospital and he was there for 5 days in
their oxygen chamber on IV fluids/antibiotics. No one was sure what the
problem was. He wasn't responding to treatment well and his oxygen
levels weren't recovering enough for me to bring him home. They did
x-rays, bloodwork daily, a needle aspirate of his lungs. Except for his
need for oxygen and aspriated pneumonia he seemed to be pretty active.
Total bill so far....... $4385.