PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography: Blog en-us (C) PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Mon, 11 Feb 2013 22:36:00 GMT Mon, 11 Feb 2013 22:36:00 GMT PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography: Blog 120 100 all you need is love every week when i go to the shelter, i fall in love with a dog. Yes it's love, and yes, it's usually just one. and that level of love differs from dog to dog. When i get home, Tim asks me "who did you meet today?" and i go on and on about all the cute dogs i saw; and this little mama; and that cute little guy; and the sad eyes of this one; and the sweet snuggles from that one. and then he asks "is there anyone you want to bring home?" The first time i said yes, he called our landlord, who told him we weren't allowed to get another dog.. I've still answered yes 3 more times. 

the first one was a golden retriever mix the shelter named biscuit- who was euthanized
one was red- who was saved by the rescue, pitiful pups, then adopted into his forever home. 
one was an australian shepherd mix the named daisy- who was reunited with her owners. 
and today..
a hound mix, the shelter named stewart. 
As i was shooting, Paul, the "head" of Pawsitive Shelter Photography, said he thought there was a dog that needed a little special attention. I was happy to oblige- i've been sick for a few days, and having some snuggle time with a single dog is probably the only thing that would make me feel better (other than chicken noodle soup). Paul told me his kennel number- WD35, and that he was "like red". When i got there- a note on his intake form said "officer only". Sheesh. There are few things scarier when you are bee-bopping around the kennel, looking for a dog to snuggle with. I can only imagine what a person coming in to adopt their forever pet would think when they saw that note. (strike one). 
When i got down on my knees (doors closed) and "talked dog" to him he cowered, and hid, and ran from me, and pushed himself into the corner of his kennel. Absolutely terrified. Can you imagine, what the parents of a little kid would think when they did the same thing on adoption day? (strike two) He would peek at me from behind the run hatch. I didn't even know what kind of dog he was. He looked about 40 lbs, red hair, floppy ears and a big nose. 
i opened the kennel door, and he stayed where he was- i sat on the (wet) ground just outside his kennel, and threw a treat to him. He sniffed it, licked it, then spit it out. i threw him another one, which he did the same thing to.. then went back to the original treat and gobbled it up. Then gobbled the second one. i tossed another closer, which he hesitantly ate, we played this game for about 20 minutes, until he had army-crawled his way to my side and stood up. When he was this close, i realized he had something wrong with his eyes. He had cherry eyes, or something similar, and i wondered if he could *actually* see me. (strike three) He let me pet him, let me sweet-talk him, and ate the treats out of my hand. I did a bait and switch with him, and got a leash on him, which is when he flattened himself to the ground, yet again. Even though i felt defeated, i was determined to get this poor dog out of the kennel, and into the sunshine. 
I sat there for a few minutes, and argued with myself:
if i pick this dog up, and he attacks me, no one will know. 
there isn't an aggressive bone in this dog's body. 
but if there is.. no one will know. 
lauren. you are being ridiculous, he's just terrified of the kennel. not of you. 
paul told you to not do anything foolish
We volunteers go through training to know signs of aggression, and when a dog is labeled fearful, we get so angry because it can mean so many different things.. I knew, that in this case, it meant he was scared of the kennel, or maybe couldn't see enough to know what he was looking at, but i knew it wasn't that he was fearful of people in the way that he could hurt them. Paul and I have talked at length about not handling fearful dogs, and knowing when to trust our instincts. In this case, i knew what i needed to do. 
that's when Jesse, another volunteer, walked by, to bring another dog back to it's kennel. "here goes nothing" i said to myself. I scooped up Stewart, and carried him, like a baby, through the kennel into the grass, and sunshine. His arms were stiff, he had no idea what was going on. I gently set him down, and walked away. I gave him room to walk- and what he did.. amazed me.. he army crawled to me, let out a huge sigh, and started licking me. Thanking me, for my patience i think. 
After a few minutes, he climbed into my lap, and there he stayed, for the better part of an hour. Other volunteers came up and pet him, gave him treats, told him he was a good boy.. and he was.. fine.
He was perfectly content being around other people, he was playful, trotted on his leash, licked everyone, wrestled with one of our other volunteers. He was a different dog. Paul snuggled with him, and decided he will call an opthamologist tomorrow to see what can be done about his vision (if anything) as long as he's not in pain, he can do just fine without seeing fully. We know he can at the very least see shadows, though we think his vision is better than just that.
When our time was up, which was about an hour and a half later, i started walking him back to his kennel, when he flattened himself to the ground, and cowered in fear. I scooped him up, and carried him back to his kennel, kissing him, and telling him i would find him a home. 
So here is my plea, Orlando.. Don't make me a liar.
We need to find this dog a home, with a patient family, willing to put in the work with this sweet, sweet boy, or a rescue that is willing to have one of their amazing foster homes take him in. He was fine with other dogs, even playful with a puppy he encountered. Let's work together, and make this happen for this fantastic little guy. 
with a heavy heart, and hopeful spirit- 
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]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) adoption county dogs orange shelter stewart Mon, 11 Feb 2013 22:35:58 GMT
Watching A Desert Flower Bloom Each Sunday we receive a list of dogs to photograph from the shelter staff.  Far too often there is the notation, "fearful," next to a dog's ID.  This notation can mean a dog is merely shy or it can mean a dog is feral and human contact is both alien and unwelcome.  Mostly it means that a dog has been abused and has come to dread human contact.  Today, I finished my shooting and was helping the other photographers by wrangling dogs for them.  I often handle fearful dogs because I trust dogs and can handle large dogs, although I am always cautious when they are in a strange and stressful environment like the shelter. 

I went to retrieve the last dog on our list, WD47-A244076, a dog that had this notation.  The dog lay immobile while its cage mate, an adopted dog awaiting its humans, jumped about with unbounded excitement.  WD47 would not leave the cage voluntarily and would not walk on a leash, meaning I had to carry him the length of the shelter.  Once outside, he lay at my feet, unwilling to change position, unwilling to accept any of the treats placed by his nose, unwilling to look around at his surroundings.  The dog I saw was a handsome boy, with a cheap camouflaged collar with no tags, but he was undernourished and severely chewed up.  He appeared to have been a bait dog, with bite marks all over his head and body.  As one of the other volunteers put it, he had given up.  He was unwilling to do anything but be, awaiting his fate with a resolute passivity that might have made Gandhi nod in understanding.

When it came time to photograph him, Tricia carried him to our backdrop and we positioned him as best we could to make him look relaxed.  He favored us with a direct and unyielding look.  After his photos were taken and we started to break down our equipment and clean up, I invited our shooter, a first-time volunteer named Lauren, and her wrangler friend, Allison, along with Ashley, a regular and very competent and caring - if young - wrangler,  to spend as much time with WD47 as they wished.  They took him back to the yard and sat with him, petting and talking to him, as it rained intermittently.  Within a short time I returned to find WD47 sitting up.  His ragged eyes were closed and he sat still and trance-like, absorbing the strokes, pats and pets of the three patient ladies.  As if their gentle hands stroking him were fertilizer and the rain were a catalyst, I saw this dog bloom like a desert flower.  He was soaking up something he had never experienced before, something very elemental, something that caused a profound transformation to occur in this dog right before my eyes. I was in awe at the resilience of this dog and the ability of caring humans to bring a dog back from the brink of nothingness to the world of the living in no time flat.  Soon he was eating all manner of treats from any hand that offered.

That is the special bond between people and dogs.  That is the power we hold for them.  We are their gardeners and they are our willing crop.  We can take a beaten husk and transform it into a vibrant and balanced companion in a breathtakingly short time.  What is not so obvious, at least to us, is the affect that this transformation has on the gardener.  It creates a desire to replicate the experience over and over again.  To save a life with a touch and a whisper. 

Thanks to Lauren, Allison and Ashley, and of course to Tricia and Joan, without whom no miracle would have happened today.  Please see all of Lauren's photos of WD47 here: and please give this great dog a home, or contact anyone you know who can.  You - or they - will receive a wonderful and attentive friend in return.



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]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Thu, 26 Jul 2012 13:37:02 GMT
It was a very good week .... I am convinced that the best physical model for how the universe operates is the game of billiards.  Each ball hitting other balls sets off chain reactions careening in random directions, toward unknowable results.   Sometimes the balls even find their intended targets.

As it happened, a short while ago I ran into an acquaintance who told me a story about a mutual friend who recently found a stray dog.  That dog was turned into OCAS and, as it happened, because of our friend's position in life the dog was accorded treatment different than most animals receive at OCAS, including a longer time to be adopted.

That was fine with me until a dog I photographed last Sunday was put on the euthanasia list on Tuesday, meaning the dog's photos ran for just one day before they were taken down in preparation for the dog being destroyed on Wednesday morning.  But as it happened, I had an Orange County Animal Services Advisory Board meeting on Tuesday evening and this gave me an opportunity to raise the unfairness of the situation with the OCAS decisionmakers. To my surprise and without hesitation or argument, I was granted a two week reprieve for this dog, named Lexi.  I was elated, but unsure how I would proceed to get Lexi rescued or adopted.  I contacted everyone I could think of who might be able to help or who might have their own ideas about how to proceed. 

And as it also happened, Pawsitive Shelter Photography ("PSP") had photographers and wranglers at OCAS on Wednesday for our second day of weekly shooting at OCAS, and one of our photographers, Barbara Sheridan, saw a person looking at Lexi.  Barbara talked up Lexi to this person and a short time later Lexi - instead of lying dead in a landfill somewhere - had a new home and life to look forward to.  Great story, with random events and connections leading to a satisfying ending, except that ....

As it happened, when I got home from work that Wednesday evening I received an email from someone seeking help from PSP to save a dog.  As it happened that dog was named Lexie.  Lexie was scheduled to be euthanized at OCAS on Thursday morning.   Of course I responded, thinking it was probably too late to reach anyone and I didn't hold out much hope that I could get an extension.  But since there was at least one person out there highly motivated to save this dog, I knew that all was not yet lost.  So I sent off an email to OCAS, essentially offering double or nothing on my recent good luck. Then I waited.

To my surprise, on Thursday morning I was notified that OCAS had agreed to extend Lexie until the following Tuesday.  I exchanged email with Lexie's champion and the same people I had previously contacted about Lexi.  Not more than three hours later I was stunned to learn that Lexie too had just been adopted, also cheating the landfill in favor of a home, a life and an opportunity to be a companion. 

If I were a gambling man, I might have thought about Vegas, Atlantic City, or at least a Powerball ticket.  But there was no need, because I had already won something far more valuable than anything cards or dice could offer.  Counting the adoption of a beautiful dog by a friend, co-worker and fellow PSP volunteer, last week three dogs and three families had favorably touched each other, and nothing could beat that, not even a royal flush.  Sometimes it just works out that way.


]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Sun, 22 Jul 2012 18:17:51 GMT
And then came Sunday ... Still flushed with news of the early morning departure of little Braxton on his rescue flight from St. Augustine to Philadelphia, I arrived at OCAS to set up for our weekly Sunday morning shoot.  Today would be busy, with 27 dogs on our list. These are dogs that are deemed by the shelter staff to be in need of adoption assistance, i.e. not cute puppies, and yet represent only a few days of available dogs.  I am fortunate to have photographic help today, or I would be working until late into the night instead of early evening.

The volunteers arrive one-by-one.  Some will wrangle dogs, some will shoot and wrangle, helping to walk and dress them and keep them attentive during the shoot.  Because the shelter is closed to the public on Sundays, each arriving volunteer needs to be let in by someone who has already arrived. 

Karen texted me that she was at the front door.  When I opened the door, she was several feet away looking at a spot between the main entrance door and the door to the adjacent clinic, about twenty feet away.  The space between the doors is filled with hard white stone and a single, spindly bush that always appears to be on the knife's edge of survival.  A closer look revealed a small dog, its leash attached to the bush, along with a bed, some toys, a note and a bowl.  Someone had abandoned the dog outside the door of this closed facility.  The arriving volunteer and another woman were crouched, examining the dog.

Such irresponsible conduct is by no means rare.  The shelter closed its after-hours pavilion some time ago, due to the overwhelming number of animals that were being abandoned there.  But tales of people who still drive up and toss unwanted animals over the gates are legion.  Do we really need an IQ test for pet owners?  The answer is yes.  License people, not pets.  That a mandatory spay and neutering program is necessary is a closed question.  What remains open for debate, however, is which population of mammals it should be applied to, the two legged or the four legged variety.

I left to summon the shelter staff who have authority to accept the abandoned animal.  A man came and swept up dog and its belongings and re-entered the building.  As he departed, Karen and I turned to the other woman who was standing there, waiting - she said - to pick up her own dog at the SPCA across the street.  We quickly asked her about her interest in this dog, and when we discovered that she had some, albeit reluctant interest, I called to stop the shelter attendant, who returned with the stray.  My humanitarian entreaties didn't seem to work, but on a purely economic argument she accepted the logic of taking the dog.  If she was interested and it didn't work out she could always surrender the dog, nothing lost.  But once the dog was admitted, it would cost her $50 to adopt the dog.  She had nothing to lose.  This bit of high speed hucksterism worked and she left with the dog, who was spared the sicknesses and bad odds of survival that are endemic inside the walls of the public shelter.

Karen and I put aside our slick evangelism/salesmanship and went about trying convince the public to adopt more shelter animals.  As happy as I was to have helped this poor little dog, I also felt ashamed of the people who had abandoned this dog with hardly a second thought.  I do not understand how or when the idea of personal responsibility left our society. To me the very definition of failure would be to abandon a dog I had adopted.  It is something I could not bring myself to do.  Perhaps I am naive and underestimate the degree of suffering and deprivation that people must endure in 21st century America.  Maybe.  But I know that when called upon to take a stand on any issue, it is this:  I will never abandon my family, and my dogs are members of my family.  If I ask a dog to give up part of its canine nature and adapt to living as a quasi-human, in return I promise to be responsible for caring for the dog for as long as it lives.  Bargain made, bargain kept.



]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Mon, 21 May 2012 23:30:32 GMT
Braxton Flies - Bella Lives Last Sunday, as I have on most Sundays since last autumn, I went to the public shelter at Orange County, Florida, and photographed a list of some of the stray, impounded, abandoned and surrendered dogs that had accumulated at the shelter in the preceding three days.  Following the shoot and a detour to Home Depot for some unscheduled repairs to our photographic backdrop, I went home to process my photos and post them on this website in time to allow the shelter staff to upload the photos on Monday morning.  All routine, time-consuming and emotionally exhausting, as usual.

Fast forward several days and my wife, Joan, received a call from her sister in Pennsylvania.  The pictures of two dogs had touched her and she was calling to offer to help them.  This is the sort of feedback we hope for, though we also hope it comes from persons beyond family and friends.  But whenever it occurs, it is fulfilling because it validates the soundness of the concept behind our efforts.  But, as we all know, no good deed goes unpunished.

What followed consumed four full days with details, setbacks, complications, more setbacks and a confluence of events, both international and local.  Even the G-8 summit of nations going on in Washington DC managed to be a factor in our efforts to adopt two dogs and transport them to Pennsylvania.  One dog my sister-in-law selected is this one:  

This dog, which I renamed Braxton, after the great new music composer and musician, Anthony Braxton, was to be flown out by a rescue service, but the flight had to be rescheduled to an ungodly hour to avoid air space restrictions caused by the G-8 summit.  This schedule dictated how and when we picked him up and handled him in the days prior to the flight. To make matters more interesting, we discovered he is panicked by being crated. Still, he is a wonderful dog whom I miss already.

The other dog Joan renamed Bella.  This is her picture:

After we picked-up Braxton we dropped him at our regular vet for an examination, as he needed a health certificate for his rescue flight.  We returned to the shelter for Bella, to take her to an orthopedic surgeon.  We knew going in that Bella had a broken leg.  However, as we departed we noted that she was making little noises, which the shelter staff indicated was a newly diagnosed case of kennel cough.  The surgeon was not hopeful that the surgery would help her significantly, estimating the break to be at least two weeks old.  He indicated it was likely that she would remain lame and suffer from arthritis later in life.  But that was for later.  Surgery could not be considered if she had respiratory issues.  So Bella returned with us to our regular vet, where she was examined, X-rayed and diagnosed with fully involved pneumonia. She is now on an IV to rehydrate her and three antibiotics to try to combat her pneumonia.  If she survives, she faces leg surgery and eight weeks of recovery and rehabilitation.  We face the bills and the tasks associated with caring for this little dog.  I slept on the kitchen floor with Braxton and doubtless there will be other nights with Bella spent in places other than my bed.

Recently, someone with a degree after her name - indicating that she should know better - wrote to me for the purpose of insulting me after I flagged her ad on Craigslist.  The ad offered a fostered dog for "rehoming" at a price.  Among the insults she heaped on me was that I am "just a picture taker."  There is a saying that goes, "The camera looks both ways."  If I do it right, then, the pictures I take illustrate the souls of the dogs I shoot, and my own as well.  For flagging her ad I offer no apologies, nor do I apologize for being "just a picture taker," with all that it entails.





]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Sun, 20 May 2012 00:19:31 GMT
Our new kid (formerly known as WD54-A227091) My name is Erin and I have had the pleasure of assisting Pawsitive Shelter Photography brighten the lives of some really wonderful animals.  Each and every time we go to OCAS there is always at least one animal that tugs at my heart, but until a few Sundays ago, I would have never thought a pair of big brown eyes and a damp nose could get me to add another furry kid to my family - I was wrong and my family and I are thrilled about it.  

Rigby, as he’s known now, stood out among his kennel mates as attentive and relaxed when I first met him and by the time I walked him over for his turn in front of the camera, I was smitten.   Once I convinced my husband that he would also fall in love with this sweet boy, we put in our application and had the long wait (well, it felt long) for him to be neutered, so that he could come to his forever home.  In the meantime, we stopped by every day to spend a little time with him and get to know more of his personality.  Even with the stress of his situation, Rigby maintained that same wonderful demeanor that initially attracted me to him.

Finally, the big day came and we were able to bring our new baby home after his surgery.  Once we got him settled into his room, he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with us and to be loved.  Since that day, he has proven to be an exceptionally wonderful and sweet addition to our family.  Rigby has met and exceeded all of my expectations and I can’t imagine why he was picked up as an underfed stray,  but I know that I am lucky to have had the chance to bring this sweet boy into our family.   I can only hope that Pawsitive Shelter Photography helps others find the joyful connection with a special pet that my family and I have been able to have with Rigby.

]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Mon, 12 Mar 2012 00:10:04 GMT
Dogs We Love - WD38-A227517 My name is Joan.  Every weekend since October Paul and I (and our colleagues) have gone to Orange County Animal Services (OCAS) to work on the "Pawsitive Photography" project.  We do this to share the beauty and souls of the dogs at the shelter, hoping to assist in finding them good and permanent homes.  We also come to this project as responsible and caring dog owners for over twenty years.

When we began this project, I was like many others, was afraid of pit bulls, bulldogs and several other breeds. I knew them to be fierce, unloving and aggressive.  But now, after spending so much time with them and handling several hundred of the dogs I used to fear, I have found that these dogs are just like dogs of any other breed, and that each dog needs to evaluated individually.  Most are sweet dogs, just wanting some love and affection.  Additionally,  we have realized that we are starting to be able to pick out the particularly gentle, smart and cooperative dogs.  Although these are dogs that I am meeting under conditions that are particularly stressful for them, their personalities often come through within a few minutes of interacting with them.  So if you are looking for inside tips about which dogs at OCAS seem to us to be particularly good options for adoption as family members, please check our blog at least weekly.  We will try to mention the ones that stands out to us and to explain why. 

This past Sunday I fell particularly hard for WD38-A227517.  The first of three (3) photos of her can be seen here:

To look at her, she may not be pretty in the "conventional sense" usually associated with desirable dogs, but she is both distinctive and a charmer.  Once I spent time holding her and petting her, I found that she was a completely gentle and sweet dog.  She just wanted love and she returned the affection I gave her.  She is the perfect example of why we should not judge a dog by "face value," but rather we should look inside to see the gentleness that awaits us.  I recommend Wd38-A227517 as an adoptable pet and great family dog.  Go see for yourself.

]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Tue, 06 Mar 2012 19:29:46 GMT
Dogs we Love - WD49-A227517 This is Paul.  This past weekend I helped photograph WD49-A227517.  This dog is a pretty, multicolored hound of some type.  OCAS refers to him as a basset hound-dachshund mix, although our guess of a beagle mix is probably just as valid.  The list we received from OCAS labeled him as fearful, and sure enough the dog was reluctant to be leashed and even walked.  I carried him around for a couple of minutes and he sat quietly in my arms.  But as often happens, a few minutes with a dog can be profound therapy for both dog and handler alike.  Within five minutes, this dog was walking with me, wagging his tail, sniffing at grass and at other dogs, and he appeared ready to play.  He was gentle and calm and I was happy to be in his company. 

Because OCAS must take in any animal that the public surrenders, the number of dogs that arrive with physical or psychological issues (or both) can be high.  This dog may have been abused. He certainly suffered some trauma.  But I strongly suspect that within a day or two of being placed in a home environment, this dog will thrive and return a lot of love.  His dilemma reinforces my growing belief that dogs don't need licensing as much as dog owners do.  The first of three (3) photos of WD49-227517 can be seen here:

I think this dog would make an excellent companion and family pet and I urge you to go and spend some time meeting him.  When you do, be sure to pet his head and scratch his ears for me.

]]> (PAWSITIVE SHELTER PHOTOGRAPHY -- Saving Good Pets Through Better Photography) Tue, 06 Mar 2012 19:27:03 GMT
To Save a Life - the Story of WD17 My name is Paul.  Each Sunday I spend a full 12 hours photographing, processing and posting the best images I can create of 10 to 20 dogs recently taken in by Orange County (Florida) Animal Services.  Other volunteer colleagues do the same on Wednesdays.  However, we can not begin to cover the approximately 15,000 animals that annually pass through the entrance of this one county-run shelter.  Less than one-half of those that enter are ultimately reclaimed, adopted or rescued.  The rest are destroyed.  Neither I nor my colleagues in this endeavor can abide these statistics and the purpose of our collective photographic efforts, simply put, is to save more lives.

Since we began in mid-October, 2011, we have photographed roughly 400 dogs, and we have been rewarded with  anecdotal stories of animals that have been seen in our pictures and adopted, and we have received compliments and expressions of support and approval in various social media forums.  I can tell you that the personal satisfaction I derive from even the possibility that I have contributed to saving the life of an innocent animal is like no other feeling I have experienced in my life.  This volunteer work, these animals, have become a passion.

Although our work is of necessity high-volume and conducted more-or-less in an assembly-line fashion, each of us has  come across at least one dog that has touched our heart, our soul or perhaps something more elemental and organic in us.  This occurs despite personal circumstances that do not permit many of us to take more dogs into our homes.

In early February, 2012 I helped photograph WD17, a smallish brown and white pit bull.  When I first opened his cage he sat erect on his bed, calm and still, both front legs and paws straight and together.  He allowed me to leash him.  He walked beside me to the outside run and sniffed and explored for the few minutes we had together.  He was well-behaved and an almost cooperative model, sitting just has he had when I met him.  He returned obediently to his cage.  The measure I took of him - by instinct - was that of an old soul residing in a smart dog. 

I was in the shelter a few days later and was not surprised to see that he had not been adopted.  Pit bulls and related mixes, after all,  usually do not get adopted even though they are far and away the most common breed or mix of breeds that come to the shelter.  On this occasion I was present during public viewing hours, and as though I was passing along a hot tip on a sure bet, I told anyone and everyone who would listen that the dog in WD17 was a really good dog.  Most people simply shrugged and moved on down the aisle.  During the week I tried to follow his progress online, and by the next Sunday I was discouraged to find him still lying quietly in his cage.  After our shoot, I took him outside for a few minutes.  I notice that he shivered occasionally. 

I prevailed on the always cooperative staff to keep him around and I let it be known that I was willing to pay for his medical treatment. He had been found to be heartworm positive and he also developed an upper respiratory infection.  My colleagues put out the word about this dog, posting information about him on social media, and the shelter staff pointed him out to over 50 partner rescue groups.  Still there was no interest and I was despairing for him.  This past Tuesday evening one of the staff warned me that WD17 was on "the list" and his time was short. That night I could not sleep, waking often, each time with this dog immediately and foremost in my thoughts.

Wednesday was spent blessedly distracted, with my mother, my sister and her incredible six year-old daughter visiting us from out of town.  But on Thursday morning I received truly great news from two separate shelter staff members, each eager to share the news.  WD17 was being spared.  He had been selected by a rescue group and was scheduled to be neutered on Friday and transported to Tampa to a waiting foster home.  The staff members were genuinely happy for me and for this dog, and my mood soared for having worked to save his life.  I thanked them for their unfailing kindness, compassion and support.  I contacted the rescue and made the appropriate financial arrangements.  The news capped my day, and what better example could I set for my young niece as I tried to explain to her why I was so happy?  The sun was a little warmer and the sky was just a touch bluer than normal.

This morning, Friday, the phone rang.  It was the rescue organization.  They told me that WD17 had been euthanized by the shelter three days earlier, on Tuesday.   The story of WD17 is concluded, abruptly and ignominiously.  The why is  silent.

Photos of WD17 can be viewed here, in our February, 2012 Shelter Dog Photos.   He is the first dog shown.

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