ZEUS THE RESCUE PUP

My Aunt Penny has a nephew Matt. Though we have not met, I decided that since we have the same aunt, we are cousins.

Matt and his family recently rescued this adorable puppy, Zeus. I've not met Zeus either, but I love him so much!

From Matt...

Name: Zeus Meatball Wallace

Age: 6 months

Weight: 45 lbs.

Breed: Mastiff mixed with American Staffordshire Terrier

Adopted: Nebraska Humane Society. He was fostered because he was underweight. We think there was abuse before Nebraska Humane Society because he was very shy around certain men, but he has gained a lot of confidence since then.

Training: We were definitely worried about his past and shyness catching up to him because of his big breed. We wanted him to be well socialized and confident, so we went with positive reinforcement training with a clicker right away. I learned from YouTube. He is very good at sit, lay, shake, kennel, stay and heel and knows the word "no" very well so he stays out of trouble.

Favorites: Staring out the window... 

naps in the sun... 

naps in the bed, naps in your lap... 

playing outside with his 6 year old bestie...

and cuddles with his Momma.

Sarah and I comment all the time about how we lucked out with this man Zeus. He is obviously a handsome boy, but his relaxed temperament, his sometimes playful but very lazy personality, trainability and love for sleep and the fact that he has to be touching or near you at all times fits our team perfectly.

Thank you for sharing Zeus with us, Wallace family! He is amazing!

ONE YEAR AGO

YESTERDAY WAS ROUGH

TWO YEARS AGO

SINGLE TASKING SHOULD BE A WORD

STEVE THE PUPPY

Aunt Penny and Uncle Scotty were looking for a puppy.

Whitney showed me these puppies at Nebraska Humane Society.

Scott said, "That's the one! The brown puppy, I know it!"

And so he was.

Meet Steve! Isn't he adorable?

I will get to meet him this afternoon! I can't wait! Do you want to see more pictures and hear more about Steve?

WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS

I got the call from from the doctor on duty at the Animal Emergency Clinic before I had even left the parking lot after work. 

The puppy we had sent over for stabilization and surgery was gone.

She had been treated for cancer, and had been in complete remission for three months. We had all hoped she had been cured. It was such an unusual cancer, none of us knew for sure.

She was six months old when she passed away. I texted the team as they left the parking lot, emailed the other doctor who had helped her and the doctor who had referred her to us, and sat in my car and cried.