Tulip was adopted!! Yay! I hope she enjoys her life in her forever home!
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Molly
Enjoying the sunny day
Molly was a relaxed American bulldog mix who walked with pride in every step she took. She was beaming with eagerness to explore outside of the shelter’s walls.
Posing for the camera
I was informed that she is a little dog aggressive, so she will need to be the only dog in the household when adopted. Besides that fact, she was friendly towards people. Speaking of which, a gentleman driving past us stopped so he could tell me that he thought Molly was a beautiful dog and that he was possibly interested in adopting a third canine. I spoke with him about other dogs that might benefit from his family dynamic & living space. During our chat, Molly had taken a rest by laying down in the shaded grass. She had a look of pure content on her face.
Relaxing outside
Molly never got overly excited while we were together. Sometimes though, when a sight or sound would catch her attention, her body had become taunt. She had a regal stance that proudly showed off her muscular build. Molly enjoyed the time I spent sitting with her. We had a mini photo shoot, and it seemed like she was changing her positions as if she was posing in different angles.
Molly standing alert
Making a goofy face at the camera
If you are interested in adopting Molly, please visit her page: http://www.allbreedrescuevt.com/animals/detail?AnimalID=7463619
Tulip
Getting close & personal
Tulip was a very sweet boxer mix. She gave me kisses when I would kneel beside her. Her laid back attitude went to a whole new level. I think she might have taught herself to heal because she naturally returned to my side after she sniffed the grass a bit. Tulip had a calmness about her as soon as I met her, but that drastically changed when we stepped foot onto a big field. She immediately busted out all this energy and bolted about like a Ping pong ball at a championship tournament. In all her excitement of being outside and able to run, she did nip a good amount at my legs. I think that if a person brought a toy along while on walks she could easily learn where and how to redirect the nipping action in her frenzy of excitement.
Rolling around, being a goofball
During our walk, on a wonderfully sunny morning, she would sometimes walk behind me in a relaxed manner making me think that my slow walking pace was too fast. Every once in a while she would jump onto the grass along the curb and roll around in it, giving herself a nice, fun back scratch. Sometimes she would have fresh cut grass stick to her afterwards, which was quite amusing.
enjoying the fresh air
Tulip would strive with a family that has a big yard for her to run around. When she noticed another dog during our stroll, she seemed intrigued, but showed no forms of hostility. If Tulip sounds like a perfect fit for you, please visit her page to learn more about her and the rescue that has given her a second chance to find a forever home. If you have any questions for me, don’t be afraid to ask.
Tulip’s Page: http://www.allbreedrescuevt.com/animals/detail?AnimalID=7108127
Frodo
Showing off his athletic build
Gazing into the distance
According to All Breed Rescue’s website, Frodo is a mix of: Jack Russell Terrier / Australian Cattle Dog/Blue Heeler. He is between five and six years old.
Frodo was overjoyed to go out for a walk. He pretty much ran past me, not caring who was walking him as long as he could get outside as fast as possible. Frodo was basically walking me with his continuous pulling.
When I get to the intersection in the path I walk, I tell the dog to “wait.” As soon as I stopped and said the word, Frodo immediately gave me all of his attention. He even sat down & looked up at me like I just told him “treat” instead of “wait.” Noticing this, I thought he would be a great agility dog. He could probably win, too. Frodo was very intelligent. When he saw other dogs, he would lay down. That was all on his own! I was amazed.
Smiling in Black & White
There was some parts when Frodo would change his pace into a relaxed trot or “prance,” like the dogs in the fancy shows. But at any moment he would spring into action and have as much energy as five children on Christmas morning, combined in one. With this in mind, I also thought Frodo might thrive in the game of frisbee. He might also do best with a family that has a fenced in yard or a dog park nearby.
Hardy
Puppy Time!
Hardy was the first puppy that I have been lucky enough to walk during my volunteering days. I almost missed my chance because I didn’t know I was allowed to walk this little sweetheart. He was a Lab, Basset Hound mix. Hardy still had some growing to do, but I don’t think there will be much difference. His attitude was like any other puppy you play with: overly excited and curious about anything. Upon meeting this darling, his sharp nails brushed my skin, but I barely noticed because of his desire to be given affection.
Looking at Hardy, anyone could fall instantly in love with this rascal. His odd shape gets your attention, and then his beautiful brown eyes suck you into his infectious “happy” mood. I may have gotten some serious looking pictures, but Hardy was smiling the entire time we spent together.
He didn’t quite recognize his current name, but that was okay because he will most likely receive a new name when he gets adopted and lives in his forever home. While walking, Hardy would practically zig-zag throughout the street. I could tell that he loved it when people in passing cars noticed him. It almost looked like he was posing for them. In addition to the back ‘n forth walking, he would jump about and off the street curb. Hardy never pulled me around unless something was being blown by the strong wind. I never knew that a tiny twig could seem so interesting. He made it his mission to catch it all, but he only prevailed in catching a leaf with his paw.
During our wonderful walk, the little guy kept getting his leash either under his stubby legs, or somehow wrapped around him in a spiral way. It looked like he had rolled around to get it the way it ended up. The curiosity was also rolling off of him. Hardy did a form of “happy leaping” whenever he saw another dog, and he only barked once.
Fiona
Fiona was a beautiful, five year old, bull terrier. She only came up to about knee height, so I had to bend down to pet her. Fiona’s body was built up of lean muscle, and she enjoyed the back rubs I gave her every once in a while during our walk. With her ears always in a perked up position, she seemed to always be alert. When I looked into Fiona’s eyes, I could tell she was sincere and genuine.
It was a joy to walk her because of her calm demeanor. Even when I would give her a big rub down, with my freezing hands trying to warm up using her body heat, Fiona still seemed to be observing her surroundings to see if anything would move or if someone would pop out of the buildings around us. Passing cars didn’t bother her, which was great because there didn’t seem to be a let up of cars on the road.
She had a “chill” attitude, and when she smiled it seemed very sweet. Fiona didn’t show any forms of aggression, and she stayed close to me when walking. I noticed that when calling her name, I needed to be a little bit louder than normal, and almost have a “stern” inflection to my voice. Fiona responded positively when called, and also she immediately gave me her attention when I would whistle. The walk with Fiona was very pleasant and she barely pulled, unless she pulled me back a smidgen because she stopped to investigate a smell. Nothing big, and it was actually kind of cute because when she was done, she wouldn’t even acknowledge me once she started walking again. Fiona just went on her merry way on our walk. Every once in a while though she did look back, which were very small glances unless I was holding a treat in my hand.
Fiona loved the treats I gave her. The way she went for the treat, once in front of her mouth, was as if I had thrown it for her to catch it. Then she would look off into the distance while chewing, as if eating a treat was no big deal.
Trotting Along 