I'm pretty sure something similar to this has happened a few times at Toronto Animal Services.



"The story of the film is an exaggerated account of how I eventually found my rescue dog Noah, but it still reflects a bit of the reality I faced when I was looking to adopt a shelter dog," said Quinto.

Rest of Quinto's quote here.

Here's another recent update from a pup adopted out a couple of years ago. This time it's Poppy who was born to a mum who was rescued from a hoarding situation in a Parkdale apartment building. The pups were a surprise but well taken care of by Carol and Sue of Happy Tails Rescue.

Here's the update and thanks for the lovely photos, Sue:

I just wanted to send some pics of Poppy, the one I adopted. I see a lot of other updates on dogs he blogged about, not sure if he wants them but you never know. Here are the adorable pics of my girl Poppy. Maybe you could forward them to him, she's so photogenic.

Sue

I walk out of the adoption room with a nice young Lab and Shannon tells me it's just been adopted and points to the couple filling out the application form so I bring the dog back to its kennel and it's disappointed but I know it won't be for long and this way I can spend more time with Molly.

Molly is the only dog in adoption at Toronto Animal Services South at the moment (at least once the Lab's been taken home) and she's been in adoption for weeks now. As soon as people hear she's not housebroken and on top of that, is a bit mouthy, they move on. This is understandable. Not many people have the time or energy to correct these puppy-like behaviours, especially in a grown-up dog. We make allowances for pups, not so much for the adults.

I'm always surprised by how well Molly walks on a leash. It seems half the time she's heeling and the other half, she's walking ahead, sniffing, but not really pulling. This tells me she's got a good sense of where I am, that she's paying attention to me even when she's got her nose stuck in the snow deciphering some secret scent in the frozen earth beneath the white.

Every so often, as we walk, she nudges my hand. I'm not sure why she does this. An invitation to play? An urging to hurry up, that there are adventures ahead and I'm walking too slow? I'm tempted to respond but I ignore this behaviour from her. She's using her muzzle to touch my hand and I don't want to encourage this placing of her mouth on me by rewarding it with a response. She stops nudging my hand each time after about three or four touches when she realizes it's not getting a reaction from me. She learns.

We walk for about an hour. I can feel her easing up, not that she was tense to start with, but now she's, I don't know, skippier. There's more of a spring in her step. I know she wants to play but she's not sure how to initiate so she does some play bows, she does some zoomies around me and I want to play but again I hold back because she's on leash. She needs to learn and each time when I don't respond, after a while she stops trying. I know she's thinking I'm a killjoy and I wish I could let her off her leash and let her run and get her ya yas out but of course I don't.

When we stop to take some new photos of her, I'm reminded again of how attentive she is. I'm tempting her with treats and her eyes are glued to every move my hand makes: as it goes into my pocket, as it comes out with a tasty morsel, as it holds the treat up waiting for her to sit, as it gets closer to her mouth and she's just about bursting to snap it up but I say, "Gentle" and she waits and finally I say, "Okay" and she takes it from my fingers - not gently, like a well-practiced dog but not bad. Not bad at all.

With a dog like Molly, a person's gotta kinda sorta fall in love with her a little bit even before she's taken home in order to have the willingness to work out her kinks and that's a hard person to find. And there has to be some faith in her, that she will learn, that she will become an "easier" dog.

I don't think house-training her would be difficult, maybe a week of concerted effort, but still, it's a week and many people don't have a week and don't want to come home to a pile of poop in the kitchen at the end of a work day. That's understandable. And the mouthiness - that might take a bit longer because I don't know what's at the root of that behaviour - whether it's anxiety-based or just inappropriate behaviour which was never trained out of her from puppyhood. The mouthiness is not terrible, no biting but there are teeth. This too, however, is behaviour which can be extinguished with positive reinforcement training. Again, not everyone has the time to fix the problems someone else created or ignored.

So, what Molly needs is not just anyone. We need to find a sorta kinda hero for her. Someone who will sorta kinda fall in love with her before having ever taken her home. Someone who can see the spark in her and understand that her unwanted behaviours are just a small and changeable part of her otherwise warm personality, intelligence and beauty.

Instinctually, as with most dogs, Molly knows that people can be good but no one ever has been good to her. No person ever has been her friend or her companion. Molly wants to be someone's friend. She wants to be someone's lifelong companion, just as much as any other dog. You can see that in her face the first time you look at her. Molly needs someone to show her how.



The best way to check on the adoption status of Molly (and other dogs and cats and other small domestic animals) is to visit Toronto Animal Services adoption website or call 416 338 6668 for the Toronto Animal Services South shelter. If Molly is no longer on the TAS adoption website, it's probably because she's been adopted already.

This is from an adoption in 2010. I recently saw a photo of Maggie and her owner and just have to share it.

What a perfect picture of the best thing anyone involved in adoption can wish for.

And from Maggie's owner:

I adopted her in March of 2010. She was in foster care so not sure how long she was actually at TAS.

She's doing very well. THey told me she was 10 when I adopted her so she's somewhere around 12 now but has no issues. She's due for her yearly checkup beginning of February so I will let you know if anything changes, but last yr at this time she didn't even have arthritis. She's super friendly and loves cuddles. She loves little dogs but has some issues w bigger ones, especially black labs (maybe she was used for breeding?).

The last few months I have seen her slow down a bit, she gets more tired during her walks, etc but she still runs and plays and rolls around in the snow like a puppy. Also I remember she was found in Dec 2009 in Trinity Bellwoods Park with pyometra and she almost died...they had sent the euthanasia order bc she didnt eat for 3 days, but at the last minute she decided to eat

Now she eats a lot.....

My first mistake was forgetting to take out the organic kitchen waste and put it in the green bin on the night before garbage pick-up when it should've gone out.

My second mistake was taking the plastic bag of waste out of its kitchen container a day later and putting it on the floor at the top of the stairs so I would remember to bring it out with Simone's last nightly walk.

My third mistake was not paying attention to Simone as I was on the computer. She usually stays by my side in the house but that night she had quietly gone downstairs and when I half realized she was gone, that part of my brain made some excuse for her like she wanted to get a drink downstairs (which didn't make sense because she had water upstairs) or she heard something and wanted to check it out (which also doesn't make sense because she'd rather I go check out strange noises first) or that she wanted some alone time on the seafoam sofa (which does sorta make sense because it's just that comfy).

When I did finally decide to go downstairs to see what Simone was up to, I first looked into the living room but she wasn't on the sofa. I went into the kitchen but she wasn't at her water bowl. I stood there for a second wondering where she could be. Then I stepped back into the dim hallway, turned on the lights and saw the garbage bag torn open, half its guts spilled out by the top of the stairs.

This wouldn't have been a big deal except I remembered what I had put in there and there was no sign of it as I searched through the remains.

Every couple of weeks or so, I cook up five pounds of ground beef for Simone. I put the hamburger in a pot and put the pot on the stove, stir occasionally for half an hour and it's done. The ground gets divvied up with Simone's meals over the next two weeks.

A lot of fat comes out of the cooking. I scoop the fat out before storing the rest. Rough guess is about a pound of fat comes out of the regular ground. I put the fat in the fridge where it cools and hardens before I put it in the waste bucket. That's what was missing from the mess at the top of the stairs, along with some mouldy cheese, some bits of bruised brown banana, some dry bread but mostly that, mostly the fat was missing.

Simone had eaten a pound of beef fat all in one go.

You know how "scientists" once believed, and some still do believe, that animals are purely reactionary creatures and they have no real personalities? You know how some people like to use that word "anthropomorphize" as if only humans can feel certain emotions which those lowly animals couldn't possibly feel? Well, that's bunk. Animals feel everything we feel, maybe in different ways and to different degrees but they feel it all.

I finally saw Simone come slinking out of the shadows of the back room, her head held low, looking deliberately at the ground, taking each step in slo-mo and gingerly like she was walking on glass, avoiding eye contact, and this despite me not having raised my voice, not having said a single thing, not having ever, in fact, disciplined her for garbage diving - because she had never done that before, not that I would discipline her for that anyway - and while one part of me was quite worried about the night ahead, another part of me was amused and thinking this had to be the most ridiculously overwrought display of guilt I'd ever seen.

It actually took at least a day before Simone behaved normally with me again. At first, it was the guilt. Even after I told her everything was okay, even then she continued to mope around me but as the moping continued into the night, I'm not sure when the guilt stopped being the root cause of it and nausea took over that role.

In the night, after I'd fallen asleep, Simone barfed twice on her main bed before she got up and moved to her bed in the study which she then barfed on as well before she started pacing around because there were no more beds for her upstairs. She must be an exceptionally quiet barfer because I hadn't heard a thing. It was her pacing which woke me up.

I turned on the light and at first I thought Simone needed to go outside but then I saw her main bed and then I saw the other bed and I understood why she wasn't lying in either one.

Simone had barfed out thick puddles of liquid fat with pale brown and grey/green chunks of partly digested/rotten food floaters which had congealed into semi-solid off-white pancakes.

I looked at Simone and I said, "Simone ..." and she looked sadly at the floor and I looked at the mess and I looked at the clock and I looked at Simone and I looked at the mess and I looked at my bed and I looked at the mess and I looked at Simone.

New experience: standing hunched over in the bath tub scraping and scrubbing greasy, disgusting crud out of bedding at 3:30 in the morning.

Forty five minutes later, Simone was on a third bed I'd made up for her from towels and waterproof pads. I was lying in my own bed just about to turn off the bed side lamp and Simone looked up at me, obviously not happy with her makeshift towel mattress, and she had her "Can I sleep up in your bed" look on her face with that slightly hopeful wagging of her tail.

"Yeah, right," I said to her and turned off the light and went to sleep.

Simone barfed two more times the next day, greasy messes still but not as congealed as previous. I kept her off food for twenty four hours. She wasn't particularly hungry anyway. The day after that she was back to normal.

Looking at that first pose, with hunched back, front feet turned slightly in, beseeching eyes, you must understand how incredibly hard it was to not wrap this pup up in a big thick blanket, bring her home and feed her doggie bon bons forever.

But maybe that's best left up to one of you?

(note: Maxy has been transferred up to Toronto Animals Services North)

You can see more of Maxy at the Toronto Animal Services adoption website or call (416)338-8723 for the Toronto Animal Services North shelter. If Maxi is no longer on the TAS adoption website, it's probably because she's been adopted already.

A few days ago, I posted about Sunny, a very friendly German Shepherd cross (who was adopted from TAS very shortly after he was made available) and in the post I wrote that the shelter where Sunny came from had no adoption program. I have now been informed differently that this particular shelter actually does have an adoption program, which I'm very glad to hear.

This retraction (the original post has also been revised) might seem like a minor thing, especially since I've never known the name or location of the shelter and so, obviously, never published it, but I think it's important to note the staff at the shelter felt strongly enough to contact TAS about the error. To me, this effort shows they are invested in seeing good outcomes for their exported dogs.

So, please accept my apologies, whoever you may be, for the mistake and I wish success in your adoption program and I hope your relationship with TAS continues to be a beneficial one for saving the lives of future homeless dogs.

Tina and Troy are two very lucky and loved dogs. From their new owner, already three updates:

Update 1

Hi James (did I get your name right?).

We made it home...they slept all the way. They have been out for 3 walks and went up the stairs. My boy pooped & peed a few times. She has peed only. He ate well, she hasn't. The have had a roam around, but most head right back to their crate.

I am sleeping on the couch tonight, just to be sure they can get through the night.

The sold sign is up in my heart where they both have claimed a stake! I adore them!

Thank you SO much for all you have done & do for animals! Many thanks.

Update 2



Well, my two seemed to make out okay while I went to Work for the morning.

As soon as I got home, I took them out to the terrace and they peed. I have had a few small accidents inside the house, but nothing that bothers me at all. They have done really well. She finally started to eat at noon today.

They are having some free time roaming and checking out the place and they happily go back to their crate.

I wish it wasn't so darn cold for them as it is so bitterly cold when we go outside. I have them both on a leash now and a lead and they are doing pretty good. If it wasn't so intolerably cold outside, I think we will be going for very long walks in the near future.

Thank you again for all of your advice and help, it is really made it easy for this last 24 hours for me and for them. They are even playing a little bit with the toys.

I hope your day is well and God bless.

Update 3

I cannot believe how great these two are! You did a great job!

A wonderful letter from the owner of Elton (now Teddy):

I am so happy with the wonderful treatment I received from the Toronto Animal Services. James was excellent, honest, funny, caring and accommodating. The other lady I saw on Jan 11th was excellent in communicating some needed information re another dog that affected my decision to adopt him. She had black hair and was great.

I’d like to say after exactly 48 hours of Teddy (aka Elton) being in his NEW HOME, Teddy (aka Elton) has made a fabulous adjustment since being adopted at 12 noon on Thurs. Jan. 17, 2013. He is affectionate beyond words and has greeted his public in Oakville (my friends) with whom he behaved as if they were his long lost relatives.

He has not barked once (Yay!!!). He has a voracious appetite. He poops outside (4 times). I know you really needed to know this info.

I realize he just may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but that’s okay since I have a specialist degree in Teaching Slo Learners. We’re up to 30 repeats of sit but we’re still working on it!

He’s getting groomed (with permission) this pm so he’ll now look even better.

Thank you so much. I know how lucky I am to get such a wonderful dog. I love him to bits already and can’t simply understand someone not going to any length to locate this gem. Maybe he was meant for me.

Thank you James so, so so very much. You are well suited and a perfect person for this job. I hope you get a raise! Please let me know if you have any other “small” gems like Teddy B. and I may consider another adoption. (Don’t tell my friends this).

If you are ever having a reunion of the adopted pets or any other such crazy events I’d be happy to come, help or participate even though I’m in Oakville. Keep me in mind. I’m very creative and out there (so some say) and could help reel in the potential adopters, maybe!

Troy is the shy Shih Tzu. He hangs back and watches while Tina has no problems now approaching for a pat on the head or a treat. Troy is the one who cries when Tina is taken away. Troy is the one who makes grumbling noises when I get close but when I get too close he runs away.

I know he'll come around. He wants to. He just needs some more time. He's only been out of the puppy mill for a little while.

Toronto Animal Services South is going to try adopting Tina and Troy out together as a bonded pair - at least for now. They might also try to slowly start separating them, see how that goes, because adopting out bonded pairs can be a tough call and there are two other bonded pairs up for adoption already at TAS-East and TAS-West.

Sometimes it might be worth a little heartache if good loving homes can be found for each. We shall see. For now, let's keep our fingers crossed for these two together.




The best way to check on the adoption status of this dog (and other dogs and cats and other small domestic animals) is to visit Toronto Animal Services adoption website or call 416 338 6668 for the Toronto Animal Services South shelter. If the dog is no longer on the TAS adoption website, it's probably because it's been adopted already.