Dog, puppies and Ukraine

My foster puppies are doing great, running around like loonies, and finally the dog on the left bottom corner of Pheasant Quilt is finished. 

What else to wish for? Nicer weather? Winning a lottery? LOL 

With puppies I have only one problem – I can’t get them on dry food. They have a high quality starter, and Royal Canin puppy food to choose from but they hate both. They prefer freshly made curd with an egg yolk or boiled chicken breast, finely chopped instead. It's not a problem for me, but it will be definitely a problem when they will be moved to the shelter. 

Actually, my head is full not with puppies but with Ukraine. The things are not going great there and I worry that further developments can lead to unpleasant changes in whole Europe. But that’s politics, not quilting.

Day too short

Today was definitely too short to hit the target but at least I managed to do the most – I made the dog for the right bottom corner. 

I’m rather happy about the outcome because my dog looks like the alive original and that all that matters. Now it only needs to be put in the place, and then I can go for the geese on the top right corner.

My little foster babies are doing as great as my fabric dog. They definitely know what’s best for them and bravely go for it. 

Last night they started in their own cozy bed but this morning I found them in a bit different, much better place.

Happy end

So, Mr Noir's little holidays are over.  Here he is, waiting to meet his owner. And me, hoping that it will be his owner, that the search is over.

And then... then...

yes, the owner appeared and Mr.Noir aka Gray convinced me that it really is his owner.
There were no doubts for me.

Overall happiness!

So this is a happy end. And you know what - we already miss him. LOL He was such a good dog to be with. To play with. Very nice fella. I hope that he is really happy now and does not miss us at all.

So off they went... Two happy boys together. Gray even looked back which we really appreciate. Thank you, Gray, for a nice company!

So the happy end is a happy end and now I can concentrate back on my projects. I hope to complete two of current ones today and then start working on the pillows. Today thunderstorms are promised again so it's perfect time for some sewing.

Sometimes I wonder am I really so lazy in comparison with many other quilting bloggers who manage to complete a new project nearly every day?

Updates on Mr Noir

There are good news and bad news.

The good - his owner is searching for him which is great. He had called today to one of radio stations which accepts "dog calls". He also left his phone number.

The only bad thing right now - the phone is switched off and not responding. Now radio station is calling for him to respond. LOL

And we made a big mistake. His real name is not Mr. Noir. His real name is Mr Gray ! 

So hopefully Mr.Gray will soon be in his owner's arms.
Gray just recently lost his owner. Yesterday, during all the funeral preparations he escaped to, most likely, search for his owner ho did not returned from hospital. Her son was devastated - it's mother's dog who he has promised to look after with all his heart.  And now dog is lost!

He was searching for the dog this morning before the funeral, and now hos phone is off because of that. One of his friends just called to explain the situation.

So... yes, there are bad news and good news, going all hand in hand.

Mr Noir

Last night we were walking our dogs, as usual. Suddenly out of the blue appeared little perky black gentleman who wanted to join the team. A Dachshund mix. After about 30 minutes of playing it was clear that something is missing - the owner.

It was late, it was time to go home and little fella was still playing with us, ready to follow wherever we decide to go.

Sigh... You know that moment when you do realise that you simply MUST make a decision.

Well, it was easy. I called the little fella. In response he jumped on my lap and licked my face (in case I hadn't already noticed how nice boy he is). I attached the dog lead to his collar - sure, right, are we going home?

So, yes, we went home - our two and this little fella. Our dogs were ecstatic - nice playmate to be taken home - Woo Hoo!

Last night he spent trying out ALL the toys of our dogs. Ecstatic. He tried all the beds and settled for the night with the child. He was the first one to bark when neighbours walked past our doors. He settled in. Right from the doorstep.

This morning he refused the dog breakfast. These little boring bits in the bowl... Yeah, probably there are some miserable dogs who eat such stuff, but no, thank you.

Our breakfast was something completely different. As soon the fridge door was opened, one black head was in it to check out what he would like to have for breakfast. (Cruel me - dog biscuits or nothing. )

Then we went to the vets in hope that he will have a microchip. No. Microchip is absent. No names or numbers on his collar either. But the dog can tell a lot about himself and his owners. He was acting perfect at the vets. Friendly, happy, intrigued but not frightened at all.

Vet removed a thick. A nervous teckel with some attitude problems would create a drama. This fella just sat there - polite and friendly, and vet got a proper kiss as well after the procedure. According to vet, this little one is no older than 2 years, probably 12 - 18 months, not spayed, very healthy and one lucky boy.

Last night I left messages already on our dog-missing sites, and today I left an information in all city shelters and major vet clinics. I really do hope that he will find the way back to his owner very soon because there is definitely somebody who is crying for him. If not, he will go to shelter. In hope to find a new owner. I can't keep him, of course. But until then:  Mr. Noir, s'il vous plaît!

It is still raining cats and dogs outside so I will try to arrange all my current projects in line:
to complete the bag for the picknick blanket,
make the pillows,
re-arrange one red linen summer dress which is a tad bit too big for me around the top. Three little jobs and a strange dog... not much for the day, isn't it? LOL

Doing good feels good :)

I haven't finished the second block of the quilt thus nothing to report, I will tell about what I did last night.
I have a dog  (thus the name of the blog). Quite a large one - it weights nearly 70 kg. Such dogs are good as blood donors, because of the amount of blood that can be taken in one hit.

Once our dog friend needed the blood, we volunteered, and all went well. Last night we got a call from vet clinic again - can we? Sure, we can!
Clinic sent their car. As soon as my dog spotted the car,  she was right at the boot door - open, open, we must rush! Door opens, the dog is in in one leap. At the clinic the same - as boot opens, dog in one jump out and right to the doors (well, it's vet clinic! The dog has been there just 3 months ago and she had injections!). As I open the doors, dog is in and goes right to the weights. After weight is taken, she rushes right to the door where blood was taken the last time - that convinced me that it is not just a good behaviour, that she definitely remembers and wants to be here for the job.

Usually my dog wants to say hello to everybody, cats included, and I must convince her that clinic is not the place to have a party. This time she did not looked at anybody. Ver-r-r-y businesslike.

She jumped on the table, without any discussions laid down and voila - both front paws ready for needles. She did not bat an eyelid during the whole process - two needles in front legs and two in her back with IV (fluid and vitamins). I did not needed to hold her or anything during the whole procedure - she was patiently laying until vets gave her a go. Then she carefully jumped off the table, looked at the poor dog next room (damaged spleen) and off she went, out the door and right to the same car for the trip back home.

Sometimes dogs behave like a goofy baby, sometimes - like a complete idiots, but last night my girl was into doing good. Into helping. Next to her in the same room was laying the poor dog who needed the blood - in coma, whining badly, and my dog understood. She really did understood. At the moments like this - well, that's when you really love your dog.