Rudy is doing well. I took him in to Pet Helpers for a check up on Thursday because he was still just picking at his food. He did gain three pounds though in two and a half weeks. We stopped his heart worm pills because that can make it tummy hurt and probably interferes with him actually wanting food. I’ve noticed his appetite has seemed to pick up a little bit.
He’s been doing much better on the leash without pulling. He’s eating up some ground beef and chicken. He had a little run in with one of my cats today. No bites. I think the cat is just a little traumatized. Doesn’t really want to play with a dog. Dogs just don’t seem to understand that! Rudy’s fur is looking better and his ribs are starting to be covered with more fat! Hooray. Hopefully in two weeks he’ll be “fat” enough to get back to the shelter and up for adoption!
I’m heading out of town for the weekend and dropped him off with a staffer this morning. Ah! My little baby! I’ll pick him up Monday and can’t wait!
I’ve been volunteering with Pet Helpers, a shelter on James Island for almost a year now. I first started walking dogs and then started taking their photos for the website. Somehow I just ended up as a foster mom! Rudy was found living with stray cats and he is severely underweight. He wasn’t eating much at the shelter, so they needed somebody to foster him to help fatten him up so he can be neutered and go up for adoption. I just picked him up Monday and what an adventure. He’s fairly potty-trained but likes to mark his territory for sure! He doesn’t like to eat much regular dog food even with the good canned food mixed in. Hotdogs and cheese however are like filet mignon to this pup. I’ve been feeding him some treats and then hiding the rest in his food to entice him to eat. It’s slowly working. He’s had two baths and now smells as sweet as he is loving. In just 48 hours he’s learned to sit. I’ve very impressed. He still learning how to work the stairs though.
This is certainly a lot of responsibility but I know it’s going to be worth it. I haven’t told my dog Baxter yet (he lives with my other half in DC). But I’m sure Baxter would be proud.
Oh. My nickname for his is Peter Cottontail. He has a little 6 inch nub of poofy hair that looks to be a tail. It NEVER stops wagging!