Medley



Help for red min pin in Miami shelter - 29 Oct
Little Red Girl from Miami - Looooong - 30 Oct
Medley on the first leg of her journey - 31 Oct
Medley, now at Katie's - 1 Nov
Medley & new mom Cherie - 4 Nov


Help for red min pin in Miami shelter

Fri, 29 Oct 1999 17:35:38 EDT - from Pat

Lonnie called me at work today and asked me to go pick up the little red girl tomorrow. I know I know...if she is a minpin (that is going to be a hard one if she isn't...I hate that part). Anyway, she gave me the number as 100963 and I went to the shelter page to look at her and there as no Number 100963. And I zapped last night's e-mails with the numbers. If somebody still has the numbers of the "may be's" will you please send them to me again. I have convinced a friend (I plied her with gifts and promises of sushi) to cross the county line with me manana in pursuit of - cause I won't cross that county line without someone who MAY kind of sort of know their way around 'that' place. Can you tell that here is a major Dade County impairment going on here? If no one still has it, I can wait for Lonnie to get home and catch her on line.

Pat
Maya, Harley, Bogey, and Rufus who have all made it VERY clear...'if you bring another dog in this house and it stays more than 1 day, we are going to tell Phil and you will be in big trouble and he'll take your computer away. Besides, you need to get rid of those 2 heathens who have been visiting us forever first'.

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Little Red Girl from Miami - Looooong

Sat, 30 Oct 1999 20:26:17 EDT - from Pat

Michael was bribed with a gift to accompany to the nether regions of Dade County. Just typing that word makes me shiver. I figured that if we left at 11 a.m. we would be right there at high noon. It is funny how easily we are lulled into that false sense of security that we are completely capable of venturing into a county other than our own.

With directions and kennel numbers and descriptions we set off for that other county. Two women who had no fear and were on a mission from IMPS (feel free to play secret agent music).

We were driving along I-95 and were about 5 miles into that other county when a sign appeared...three right lanes closed from 125th to 130th. This had me very concerned because there are only three lanes to begin with. Suddenly there was a line of cars ahead of us and no one was moving. We did this not moving thing for almost another 5 miles. It only took us 49 minutes to go those five miles. And I kept muttering to myself and then out loud, 'damnit I had better see some road crews and construction out here or I am going to get really ticked off'. Well, I didn't see any road crews or work going on for several miles. Up on the horizon I saw a big truck thingie and it was digging holes into the interstate. There was one man and a truck...that does not constitute a road crew in my book. We eventually passed over a gazillion orange road cones and were able to move at a much more enlightening speed. Of course neither of us knows if the Palmetto is 836 or 826 because God forbid, the roads and the names would be marked. I saw a Miami Dade County cop so I figured....'gee, he works here, he must know where animal control is' so I followed him into a Miami Subs. We stopped beside his parked cruiser and said in our most lost Broward County voices, "Excuse me sir, we're lost" to which he replied, "You're at a Miami Subs". OK, chalk one up for civil servants. After we showed him the address and identified what we were looking for, and I am not making this up, he told us...'hmmmmm, I don't think I know where that is.' After five minutes and some very interesting directions which involved the easy route, we were on our way. He had no clue. We are now in a very interesting part of Miami....there are many churches and they all have names unlike any I have ever seen....there was Sister Clara Mohammed's church and school for girls, there was a church called the "Upon this Rock Divine Message Redeemer (which I thought read Massage center but Michael told me it had to be message - I think she was wrong) and there were several others too odd to even remember right now. We eventually found a gas station interspersed amongst the churches and a man in a Bell South hard hat. We figured the phone guy had to know where we were going. He sort of did and what he said did not make us feel any better. He told us that we had to drive 50 blocks north and then 72 blocks west. We did that....we were watching the street numbers go in the right direction and we were getting very excited when we got to 50th. The next street was 8th. We were not amused. We went a few more blocks and those numbers just kept getting smaller. We made a U-turn and went back the other way. Michael swore she saw a Shell station right up the road. Well, she was wrong. She saw a Shell station all right, but it was back there about 30 blocks ago. The nice woman told us that we had been going in the right direction the first time. We discussed the sudden drop in number and she said "Yeah, isn't that funny how it does that?" No, it is not funny how it does that but were two insane women on a mission. Back we went again. This time I saw a Royal Castle and I wanted to go in there so badly but we were two chicken women on a mission. OK, now we are passing the low numbers and they are going back up again...it does not matter that they do not follow the same sequence that most of us learned in school as small children...they are going up and we are seeing 70th and we are happy. The address is 7401 NW 74 Street. We get to 74th and turn left because there is no place to turn right. Wrong turn. We should have just figured out that you could kind of squeeze into this little side street and the only sign identifying the place was AFTER you had passed it and were headed onto another freeway. We waved good bye sadly and prepared for another attempt.

Oh My God! We are in the parking lot. We approached this smiling man in a uniform with a gun (hmmmm) and he directed us to Julian in Lost and Found. Now we are cooking....just follow the little blue pawprints and they will take you back to Julian. We waited and watched Julian as he spoke on the phone. I excitedly handed him the paperwork and he punched some buttons on the computer and then he said "the red female's time was up yesterday" NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO we have a hold on her and I just drove this godforsaken county for 2.5 hours and you had better have this dog or I am going to, I am going to, I am going to be really not happy. Julian took me to the counter and he flipped open the book and said "See, October 23rd, her time was up on October 28th." NOOOOOOOOOOO. Look, somebody called on her and put a hold and said I would be coming today and I ..... Oh look , he said, there was a hold on her, but you had until yesterday. NOOOOOOOOOO. Then I taught him about the calendar system....first there is the 28th and it is followed by the 29th and magically it turns into the 30th which is today and it says right there, 30th.... oh, so he gave me the kennel number and I went back to look at her. She was not like the red pin I had last week, she was big like Harley and she had these dark hairs mixed in with her red coat and she had these amber eyes and she gave kisses. I then went to check on the b/t but he was a HUGE puppy....probably a rottie mix.

OK, so now I go wait in the line from hell. My turn My turn My turn. Oooops bad news, you have to come back tomorrow because she was not made a pre-surgery. Come back tomorrow. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. OK, I now get into another line, which is the exact same line that I was just in, except that I was in the front 30 seconds earlier and I am told to pay my money and come back tomorrow. They will make her the first surgical patient and I can get her by 1 p.m. Now I have a card that says this. I get back to the front of the same damn line and the woman at the counter says "You can't make her the first one for surgery, there is no guarantee that she will even be done tomorrow". Because there are several men in uniforms with sidearms and this being Miami, I know there are several customers with handguns, I resist the urge to demonstrate my ability to leap across a 4 foot high counter like Magnum PI. Suddenly I look down at the card that is clearly marked "Do Not Take This Card" that I took, and it is marked SPAYED. She doesn't need surgery...I can take her home today. Yippee. They ask if I want her heart worm tested. Duh? OK, it takes 15 minutes, come back in 30 minutes. Do I have to get back in this line? Oh No, just come up to the counter and I will tell you if she is ready. 30 minutes later I am back inside and guess what....she is not there. She is now handling licenses and she cannot help me. I am back in line and suddenly I am at the front of the line....but there is no one to wait on me. After another 30 minutes Julian comes to my rescue and says I can have the dog. THEN GIVE HER TO ME DAMNIT I say in my most delicate voice. OOOOPs, they didn't put in the microchip. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh. We left there at 3:30 with a dog. I tried to get a box of HeartGuard but they were all out of the small size. Good price only $10.25. We made it home in under 59 minutes and introduced her to the household members who have banded together and said get this thing outta here. I have been calling her Medley because that is the town she came from...she is about 4 years old and appears to have had a litter of pups. She has some wicked nails but I am not up to this adventure tonight without benefit of drugs and chocolate.

Lonnie is making arrangements to get her outta here because Phil comes home Monday and if returns to me with another dog in the house, I will be seeking Lonnie's assistance in the placement of a large very out of standard red....me.

The good news is that Julian said all that we have to do is talk to the manager (big fat joke) and get a rescue contract with them and from then on all we have to do is go in and pick up the dog, no charge and fax back proof of spay/neuter within 30 days. The bad news is that we need a Miami volunteer or at least one in Broward who is not so Dade County impaired.

Pat and the crew

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Medley on the first leg of her journey

Sun, 31 Oct 1999 20:01:41 EST - from Pat

I think I am one of THOSE people...you know the ones. They can never be involved in anything simple. And if it was simple in the beginning, it is clear that it will turn into something more complex than absolutely necessary, just by virtue of my involvement. So be forewarned if you ever ask for my assistance.

Since Mr Phil is arriving home tomorrow, I needed to get Medley on her way to someplace else and quickly. You know that I abuse my friends and their friends as well, and this was no exception. I called Jo, who called her boyfriend, who called his brother who is a truck driver who goes near Tampa almost every week. Yep, Greg was heading that way tomorrow and he said OK he would transport as long as she was in a crate. He lives in Boyton which is abut 30 miles NORTH (I do North, just not south) and I was just returning from there. OK, pack up the critter and head off, no problem. Hahahaha. Medley had no collar or leash so I started trying to fit her with a collar from my crew. I poked about 19 holes in Maya's old collar and thought we were set. Get out to the car and she starts flailing her little red body all over the place. The collar is coming up over her ears. Mutter many curse words and realize this is not a good thing. Go back into the house and get Harley's harness. Maya sees me handling the leashes and makes a run for the door. OK Maya, you can go. Harley is livid. Bogey is just hysterical. The cat is delighted, he would like to see them all gone. Throw Maya into the car. Medley has decided she is not going into the small travel carrier. It is starting to rain, I am in no mood for a fight with a pin. I stick Medley in the back of the truck (the cab) and block the front seat with the carrier. There is so much stuff in the back of my truck that she is having a field day and settles in for the ride. It is now pouring rain but Maya is happy and we are discussing the recent turn of events. Maya is an excellent listener. I told Greg I would be there by 5 and everything is going along well, except for the rain, until we get about 5 miles into the journey. All traffic has come to a halt. Of course my bladder, being my bladder, has decided that we are now in panic mode. This is an unexplained phenomenon with me...traffic back up + rain = bothersome bladder. It is pouring and that stupid stupid song "it's raining men" managed to get played twice. By the second run through Maya and I changed the words to It's raining pins, howlelujah, and we made terrible music together for the rest of the trip (I am certain that it was Maya who was singing off key)

We finally get to Palm Beach county and I am following Greg's directions...make a turn, make another turn, go over a canal, turn right, 4th house on the left with a big white Freightliner truck parked outside. An idiot could find this house. Wanna guess how many times I passed the house? I saw a white Ford F150...I saw a white chevy truck, but do you think I could see a big butt truck like that. Medley started doing that minpin dance thing in the back just as we were passing the house for the third time....I think she is psychic. I am sitting in my truck trying to get her into a harness, but she somehow KNOWS this is a drop off and she is not going to stand still for no stinking harness. Get her all harnessed up, go into the garage with Greg and his daughter and he takes one look at the crate and says "She'll fit in there?" So I shoved her little red butt into the carrier and made him promise that no matter what she did, no matter how much she acted like she was being tortured by the harness, he was not to take it off of her because he would never get it back on, and handed him Katie's numbers. Sort of like Gremlins if you get them wet.

Maya and I then adjourned to Steak and Shake for a combo meal. It was pouring and we sat in the car and ate our dinner and split a chocolate shake. Talk about a walking advertisement for poor eating habits. Neither one of us ate our cole slaw but we scarfed down those fries. So there we are in the parking lot of Steak and Shake and life is good. When she pulled her snout out of the shake cup her face was a blob of sticky stuff and she was happy. We drove home fat and happy and we can only hope that Medley is going to be a good ambassador for IMPS (I am not counting on it, she is afterall a redhead). I also warned them that she does not like to sleep alone. I learned this last night after I crated her and brought her into the bedroom. When she wouldn't shut up I took her out into the living room and closed the bedroom door. Well, I discovered that she can bark quite well. About 1 a.m. I gave up and brought her into bed and we all assumed our positions and slept the sleep of tired critters. Someone did spoil this dog - it is obvious that she is quite used to having her own way. The fact that she reacted like a greenbroke horse when she was attached to leash is a puzzle...she is approximately 4 years old, surely she had been walked before. She does not like kibble, she will not get up on furniture unless invited, and she was very well behaved with my crew and the cat. I wish we knew their stories, but then maybe I am glad we don't.

Medley, please do us proud so Greg will be willing to help us again if needed. Please, pretty please. I am going to get Greg's address and ask that any and all send him a note of thanks for his part in getting her to Tampa.

Signed....running on empty pat

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Medley, now at Katie's

Mon, 1 Nov 1999 12:10:18 EST - from Katie

Hi all!! After going through what must be the arm pit of tampa I found trucker Greg and got Medley!! She is here safe and sound and she does have some pretty amber eyes!! More later i have to get to work sometime!!

Katie
and pins ~ Cayenne & Pipper
IMPS Guardian Angel
Tampa FL

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Medley & new mom Cherie

Thu, 4 Nov 1999 20:04:54 EST - from Katie

Hi everyone,

Medley went to her forever home tonight with Cherie Boyd of Tampa. Cherie would like to be on the list her email address so Petie can you add her please?? Cherie has 2 cats and Medley was just fine with them and found their toys right away since she loves toys. Everyone please welcome Cherie and Medley and we look forward to hearing all about how she is doing!!!

Katie
and pins ~ Cayenne & Pipper
IMPS Guardian Angel
Tampa FL

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