Well, we’ve been back from the National for two weeks (plus most of today) and I haven’t had time to blog. I still don’t but I really should let you guys know some of what’s going on.
I spent the first entire week home working on the financial paperwork for the National Rescue Booth so I could tell Dorothy Christiansen (the National Sheltie Rescue Network coordinator) how much each group had earned, so she in turn could send them their checks. This job was severely complicated by two factors.
First, when Barbara’s laptop was stolen from the Rescue Booth, a number of credit card slips that were in the case also disappeared. Most of those slips had been cleared through our credit card processor and thus we at least knew the names of the owners. But that meant that we had to contact each of them to tell them that their credit card information was exposed, which took a lot of effort. Worse, some of the slips had not been cleared and we thus had no idea about the people whose information was now exposed, but also no idea about how to get the money they owed us!!
Second, the volunteers operating the cash register in the Rescue Booth hadn’t been sufficiently trained (mea culpa!) to realize that it is vital that all cash sales be finalized with one key (the “cash” key), all credit card sales with another key (the “charge” key), and all check sales with a third key (the “check” key). That means that I couldn’t depend on looking for all “charge” transactions and matching them with known credit card slips, then knowing that the other “charge” transactions were the missing ones.
As a result, it took me three days of work to convince myself that we only lost about $275 due to missing unprocessed credit card slips. Bad, but not disasterous. Yesterday, a friend who purchased something from the Booth early in the week contacted me to say that her card hadn’t been charged and wondered if she should send us a check! That was really nice of her, but I don’t think we can count on everybody figuring out that something like that happened and contacting us.
Well, when we got home with Tommy and Abby, we had an even dozen dogs in the house. You wouldn’t believe how quiet the house was with only a dozen dogs! It was blissful. But little by little over the next week or so, we started retrieving dogs who had been temporarily fostered out, and it started getting crowded and noisy again. Today, I picked up the last of those temporarily-fostered dogs, Sparky; he was glad to be home, and I was glad to see him, but it is crowded.
We have had one adoption since we got home. Lady, the sweet little blue merle girl, has been adopted by a teenaged girl in the same family that adopted Chloe and Max from us.
But we’ve got new dogs in the house, too. Here’s a listing that I think is accurate:
We’ve got Tigger, who arrived just before we left for the National and is now just coming up on 16 weeks of age; he’s adorable and fiesty, but he does not like being put in a crate and screams his silly little head off when we put him in at night. Makes sleeping tough…
The woman who released Tap and Ballet to us a couple of years ago had purchased a new dog (from Canada, by phone and mail, flown in at great expense, etc.) and decided that she didn’t like the dog’s personality. So we got a 16 month old color-headed white (I actually think she may be a sable merle, as she has a blue eye, but maybe I don’t understand the genetics properly) named Aria. She’s really sweet, very overweight (not as bad as Tap and Ballet, but still…) and has a kind of funny shape to her head.
We’ve got a very large Sheltie (larger, though not by much) than Chad and Jeremy. He’s a sable and white boy named Lucky. He’s inclined to bark whenever I come into a room, suggesting that perhaps he’s had a bad experience with a man, but he also really wants to make friends. I think that some of the barking might be habit or sometimes exuberance, not anxiety or fear. He’s really sweet and likes to play with some of the other dogs.
We’ve also taken in a very small, but fat, alleged Sheltie named Fluffy. Actually, the silly name fits her. Her coat’s been trimmed very close, but apparently not shaved. Her head isn’t very Sheltie-like, but we’re assured that she’s a Sheltie. Her owner, an elderly gentleman, has been put into an assisted living facility, his house condemned (!), and two of his dogs euthanized because they were in very bad shape. Poor little Fluffy wants to bond with me, on the apparent grounds that I’m an old man!
Last night, we drove up to Ogden to pick up a dog that some friends of Sheltie Rescue had driven down from an Agility trial in Pocatello, ID. This dog had been purchased by a woman from a pet shop in Las Vegas purely on the grounds that she was going to be shipped back to the puppy mill in Missouri from which she had come. The woman took the dog back to Pocatello, but was unable to keep it herself, so she turned it over to rescue. The dog is a very sweet, very smart, very active, young bi-blue girl named Jodee who is rather underweight, but has all the makings of an awesome agility competitor. Puppy mill or not, Jodee has a ton of potential!
And with that, I have to admit that I really don’t know how many dogs we have in the house right now…we’re guessing that it’s 16 or 17, but they won’t hold still long enough for us to get a good count