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Julia is smiling.
And for that we are grateful.
For any of you that have been following her story, our meeting began back
when she was discovered at an abandoned house.
She was in devastating shape: Abused, Neglected, and yet so Grateful for her visitor,
that she acted as a ghostly hostess, proudly showing the area in the rundown backyard, that she was sleeping. And starving.

Julia went into a foster situation with an amazing woman, and another Pittie.
Julia loved her foster mom, and her big-kid brother.
They had the run of the house, together, while the mom was at work.
Julia did not go on the nice furniture in the front room…she had a couch of her own
that she and big-boy shared.
All the while, The Scouts were looking for a permanent home for Julia, but as a Pittie over 5,
her audience was narrowed.
Julia was a good friend, loyal, and affectionate to her foster mom, brother, and their family and friends.
The one area that Julia was working on was leash training. Though she accepted her temp-brother totally,
when on-leash, she would pull and bark when passing other dogs. Work was started, but because of the loss of
someone close to her, Julia’s foster mom, tearfully had to return her to us.

Now, the very thing we did not wish to happen, when we first got Julia out (there was a stay at the City Shelter,
because her damaged body held a microchip & wouldn’t we all love to have that information…) was indeed occurring, due to lack of space.
Julia was being sent into boarding.
A cold and sterile place that does nothing to reinforce the training begun, nor further the development that was re-hard-wiring her past.
Any pleas for someone to offer this poor kid some space, were unheard, and to make matters unnecessarily difficult, the staff at the facility
effed up big time, and allowed a dog get out of its space and into Julia’s – and the dog attacked her.
Thankfully, they gained control of the dog,
and Julia was sewn up…But this does absolutely nothing for this girl that just started to understand love, and now knows only brick and metal.
She is loved on her visits…but it is not the same.
And through this all: The biggest smile she can muster. Always the hostess.

What is next for Julia?

The Mutt Scouts are committed to getting Julia what she deserves.
We are gathering donations to procure her live-in training, so that she will be in
a social environment with many other dogs, and get the leash work perfecting that
she needs, that will in turn make her an easier placement.
Julia has never once complained about where she comes from, not what she does not have.
Like all these kids, she is ready for the constant love of a person or family.
This is how we help her heal, and let go of anything she ever felt was necessary,
from her former life: Disrespected, Disregarded, Diseased, and then Disposed.
We – as a community – can do better for these babies.

Here’s to her continued winning grinning.
Thank you for your help.



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But still a fight, before her flight.

Luckily for us, and for this girl Preciousa – whom we have taken to calling Presh –

A most loving human stepped up, from New York, and asked that this kid become her kid.

As we are a bi-coastal rescue – this is -thankfully – a shining possibility.

How about that? In the course of one day, an abandoned, blind, dumped senior in Los Angeles, is being asked to continue her life –with more affection than ever – on the East Coast.

Naturally we are thrilled.

After we sprung her, we washed her…and then again,…and again, until the water stopped being black.

She loved the attention.

She is funny, and quite charming.

And does quite well without sight as her friend.

On her way to the vet she stopped by, and because she just was not clear on where she was – she wound up in a planter…but rather liked the feel of it.


Presh made her way to Montrose Animal Hospital, and was checked out, and shaved down.


Dr. Swope found a growth on her leg, and then another -and after a check- they appear to be cancerous.

Dr. Mitchell confirmed, and is certain that they should be removed stat.

We shudder to think of what would have happened had we not met.

Treated like a piece of inconvenient trash, is not something we would wish on anyone…not even the gross humans that traded her in for a puppy.

It is apparent that she was not given any vet care, any time recently. It appears that she was moved outside when her eyesight started failing. Ever the sweet lady, she is still diligent about using facilities outside, and craves nothing other than attention.

As in, if you stop rubbing her chest or petting her – She lift her paw to your hand, for you to continue.

Chest X-rays are clean and we are good to go.

Both The Doctors and The Scouts remain optimistic about Presh’s future. We need to treat this cancer aggressively by removing it right away.

Some of you have expressed interest in helping.

Thank you.

Being that she will be staying here in LA for surgery and recovery, and not just boarding a flight, we appreciate your offers, and will absolutely accept anything you might be able to contribute to Presh’s medical care.

That can be done here, through our donation button, or directly @ Montrose Hospital.  818-249-CARE (2273).

Thank you for uniting to give more love, and more light to this ‘disposed’ soul.

You do not have to see to know ‘light.’


Love and affection work their magic far past any visual…

Let’s get you home, kid.

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Pretty certain many of us can share the collective experience of being a kid and accompanying one, or both parents, as we took our ready-to-be-retired wheels in to ___________ dealership, in ____________ city that we originated in, and then drove away with a newer model vehicle.

There was probably a lesson it in, and maybe a lecture – if you were lucky -about how “money doesn’t grow on trees,” and that “you should be grateful we even have a car, because many people don’t.”

Interestingly, or maybe alarmingly, we have seen this same scenario played out in our culture with relationships. Being that we are peopled in LA, we see high profile gents dust away the faithful partner that was good enough for ____ years, that mothered ____ children, in favor of a smoking-hot new-on-the-scene model, that just did her first commercial, and will so appreciate the reservations, the parties, and the meetings she will now be making, in exchange for dating her grandfather.

 Let’s be clear this is an equal opportunity phenomenon, with some ladies also wishing for Moore, from a younger partner; It is not relegated solely to Celebrity.  Not by any means.

Deal is, humans can negotiate and play this out among themselves, and though someone invariably is hurt, that person at least has an idea of what happened.

 Disgustingly, this ‘living exchange’ is played out all too often in the animal world. We see it far too often in rescue.


Meet Preciousa


When we approached the kennel of this ELEVEN YEAR OLD senior, we observed a dark brown/black  curled up matted mop in the corner concrete. Shaking.   She is housed with a small Chi that did not have any interest in any humans coming close to either. Protector?

When we called to her she did not move. Just more shaking. We waited her out, and kept speaking to her and she popped her head up in search of whoever was speaking to her.


A little back-story:

Preciousa evidently was not ‘preciousa’ any longer to the family (grunting as typing, here) that dumped her at the shelter because she was “too old,” and then proceeded in, looked around, and decided on adopting a puppy instead.

Yeah, you read that right.


We knew this and little else while we were trying to get her attention.

Once we gained access to the kennel, I crawled through the pass-through between the inside-outside slider door to access this frightened Poodle-Spaniel mix.

We kept calling and calling, and I even made my voice higher, as so many of these kids are male fearful, and she finally acknowledged me, and started to head over. It was at this moment we saw that she was slowed because she was looking for the direction. Of the voices. That is correct – She is BLIND.

No, not bad enough that she is so gentle, old, and left for death, but this being – THAT HAS NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED, WHAT SHE DID WRONG, OR WHERE SHE IS…..CANNOT SEE.

This sweet old girl has three days left alive. Once her date hits, and she is assessed…

Listen, like you, we know she deserves out of this environment, a completely new name that has nothing to do with any sub-humans from her past, and as much kindness/empathy/warmth, and ease as she wishes.


Consider fostering or adoption this sweet senior in need, would you?

We will not bail her, stick her in boarding, and terrify her further. 

She must go into a home, whether temporary or permanent.

We need any help possible. She needs to see a vet, be cleaned up, and if NY speaks first, she will need a flight – to whichever loving home is right.


Los Angeles or New York: We have three days to right the wrongs of some ignorant people….and restore the faith in humankind that this pup deserves to have.


Thank you.

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We want to acknowledge all of the love sent for one of our Scouts:



Like Samuel L. Jackson, Abe Vigoda, and many before him, Clydes is already being eulogized on facebook, because of something written that was reminding folks to stay in the moment:

. “…we all leave at different times, and – if nature has a hand in it – no

one’s exit is clear. The reminder comes: Anything less than present,

and you are going to miss something that was meant for you to see.”

Clydes was doing so well, recovering from his three surgeries – then with his three legs – remaining joyful, busy, and surrounded with affection.

What appeared to be kennel cough – recently – was viewed with suspicion, and word came from Dr. Cisneros, this week, that his lungs are hosting a most hated, uninvited visitor.

No lying here – it has been a steel-toe kick to the head and heart.

Each moment he is heading away – as much as I have begged him to stay.

I find myself trying to make peace with his past.
He has long forgotten. Forgiven.
Another lesson I am grappling with.
Once more: He, the Teacher.


Clydes’ big self is carried around – with honor – and placed someplace both soft, and with a view.
He loves to watch.

I think his former chained-life hardwired him for that.
After all, what does one do on a chain?
They look out.
And now is the time that we do the same, for this exceptional, young, and most brave soul.

The others in his crew know. They have not strayed far from his side. Especially his girl, Cleatis. She is constantly checking on him.photo-259


Cancer can go fuck itself.
It takes life…it cannot take this boy’s light.
Gentle moments, my friend. Gentle life.
Let’s live it now….We will talk about it later.

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I realized that there has not been an update for Julia (https://themuttscouts.wordpress.com/2012/03/30/the-hunger-shame/)

on the blog and her foster mom just sent this adorable photo.  So I wanted to share.


Julia has an incredible foster mom that has done so much for her- but Julia still needs her forever home.  Please spread the word so we can get this baby seal a home~!

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Floyd was one of my first rescues.  Actually, it was a joint rescue with my friend Rita,  a fellow rescuer and shelter photographer.

She was at the shelter when Floyd was dragged in on a rope.

This is Floyd, Day 1 at my house….You can still see the rope around his neck


Floyd on his way to healing..


and here is Floyd right before he was adopted..


Now jump to 11 years later…


Just wanted to give you a quick update on Floyd. He’s doing fine. He is starting to feel his age a little bit (some stiffness) but overall he’s spry, happy and healthy. He’s been a wonderful companion all these years and Debra and I are looking forward to as many more as we all can have. Our boys are both grownup, now, and away at school but when they come home, Floyd is ecstatic. He loves to go for walks along the meadow, hills and fields along the fire-road by the side of our house.


His favorite thing to do is run around our pool while I swim laps – always with a ball or something in his mouth.


We just bought him a new bed that has a lot of padding and some stuffed side cushions. He loves it.

I’ve attached some photos we’ve taken along the 11+ years that Floyd has been part of our family. dcp_0523We are so happy that you both did what you did for him. I think he’s the happiest dog in America, and possibly the world.


All the best to you both,

Rob B.

Floyd’s recovery was a long and hard one- aside from his obvious physical healing there was the slow and delicate process of emotional rehab and training- He knew nothing about how to be a dog.  When I first picked up Floyd at the shelter I handed him a treat- he almost bit my hand off.  Not because he was a mean dog but because he had never been given anything in his life and did not know how to accept it.

I was beyond thrilled to receive this update and cases like this will always be a testament to me on the power of rescue and how it can completely turn a tragic story into an inspiring one.

In 2013 we hope to take on many more dogs like Floyd, with your help we can.

Please donate..

we are a 501c3 non profit and your donation is tax deductible

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We received a call some while back about a chained dog. New to the neighborhood, this male caller knew that something had to be done about the large dog chained across the street, to a make-shift supporting wall: Empty bucket, chained wrapped around him, dirt-as-bedding, no affection – in fact the opposite. I went to check it out that day, and met the tethered creature they were using as a guard dog.
The big kid – somewhere between a Pittie/Lab/? – was indeed chained when I approached. For added ire, there were kids throwing rocks at him.
After scaring the kids off I went in to meet what was forced to live on the end of a chain, and found….a lamb.IMG_2400-1
I was stupefied, and livid, and even more so when inquiring as to whose dog this was. The ‘human’ responsible said in fact he was going to ‘get rid of the dog’ and probably sell or give him to his friend who had “working’ dogs.
“You know: fight dogs.”

I would like to apologize as there is a break in our story.
Evidently there is a missing page in this pup’s book, as the next thing I knew, this big soulful dog, had “escaped” life on the chain, at some point, that very night after meeting him.
Good for him.

   Yes, indeed.
Now back to the story: After his stay ‘out of the area’ for a few weeks, the kid came back to my house, while we discovered who he was. Or more so: who he was not.
One thing was instantly clear: We could not adopt him out with his hind legs in the condition they were in. Only two/two and a half years old, and he walked like an old cowboy.
After visits to the vet, we discovered that both his ACLs were shot (“blunt force trauma?” asked one vet). Additionally, a torn Meniscus was thrown in for measure.
And yet the big dude was happy. My God how happy. And kind. As in, I began wishing some of my own dogs were as kind.
He loved all: dogs, cats, birds. children, treats, and attention.
   jjjjko-1This kid literally waves back if you wave at him.
He had been picked on, and beat up, and all he wanted was affection.
And that broke my heart.
That willingness, and trust…despite.
Clyde S. Dale or Clydes has lived here, in and amongst, and never asked for more than he was offered. He was a breeze to train. He had a growing fan base.
I never told him he was not mine, as I include my fosters under the umbrella of family.
Rimadyl and Soloxine has been a constant, but he has maintained fairly well.
Until a little over two months ago.
He pulled up his right foot and it has not touched earth since.
I took him back to the vet, having previously been to many who mentioned TPLOs and the like. But who has a spare 3-5k per leg sitting around?
He had never shown any pain, so we continued on.
At near four years old, Clydes walks were now at a minimum.
He would hop to pee, and then lays his large self down.
I carried him where I could, as I did one night when he cried out in pain, despite the recommended upping of meds to counter that.
Immediately back to the vet.
His fifth vet said she had never seen legs this maligned.
The right rear leg, she felt, was done.
There was no hope in taking it off, due to his size – she felt – and that the other is on its way to being as bad.
This set me off.
I was driving back from that vet visit, recalling other vets who told me I might consider euthanizing, and others in rescue who said it was selfish to spend 6-8k on one dog.
My head was spinning as I was driving us back home.
Do I? Don’t I? I cannot allow him to suffer….
I swear to you this:
In the midst of this thought negotiation, I approached a red light, which had a truck stopped in front of me.
“Do I?” “Don’t I?” said everything in my head.
When I laid eyes on the truck’s bumper, in front of me, I zoomed in on the license plate…and my jaw fell.
Like most I know, I am open to on-the-spot-guidance…and here we go.
I grabbed my phone, as I knew no one would believe me.
Are you kidding me?
Are you – – – – – – – kidding me?
Forward to meeting up with a compassionate Dr. that I was working with this last year. Dr. Cisneros – owner of VIP Veterinary Hospital in Santa Clarita – is widely know to be a leg expert…His kindness is just a bonus.

He said Clydes needed both a TPLO AND a ‘Wedge,” in both legs, but we would start with just one. This was – in layman’s terms – four cuts through the bone, plates, and eight screws.
He also said his legs were in such poor shape, and not helped by the previous Pelvic Shatter that had occurred, that he read in the X-Ray.
What??? A Pelvic Shatter?  This news was a hammer to my heart.
Some time before I met this chained dog his pelvis was shattered (do not get me started on the ‘hows’), not treated, not medicated…and somehow the temperament of this big kid is – Happy?

Part of my deal in rescue is that it is up to me/you/us to make up to these dogs, cats, etc, for the atrocities that befell them prior to our meeting.
I want them to know that there are others of us that they can trust, love…and count on.

That is why Nikki and I work so well together, with The Mutt Scouts.

And like she had many times before, upon the recent depressing discovery, I claimed this kid in my pack.

With so much turmoil, and uncertainty in his life, I did not want him going through these next weeks/months, not having a permanent family of his own.
And what was aching me was that I felt like I was limited in what I could do to help this charming kid.
Until I was given ‘license’ to think beyond limit.

Surgery happened. I sold my Galaxie 500 to see that through.
Dr. C. had Clydes stay with him for quite some time, before he returned home.
Through it all, only smiles, wags, and affection.
While his surgery healed – Dr. did such a beauty job on it – the top of the leg, untouched by the operation, began swelling.
Instead of using the leg, which was growing daily, he began knuckling over.
Further biopsy, and another emergency surgery for the other leg, for stabilization. At this point, Clydes would walk when he had to, but would allow me to carry him, once fatigued.
Already a difficulty, walking, became that much more brutal with the right leg’s rapid growth.

And he never complained once.


 The Lateral Imbrication would enable him to use the other battered, compromised leg, as he could not use this one.

Now I am a giant fan of three legged dogs. I love-love-loved my girl Clara, and she was cooler on three, than most on four.
But here, the sensitivity is this kid’s size…and that the other leg is already straining to support his frame.

I received a call the next day.

Biopsy back.

Bone Cancer, Fuck You.
I raced up to Santa Clarita to see my boy.
I laid on the floor next to him and reminded him that this office was not his home, and that he needs to return to his house – for however long.
I held his diseased leg and thanked it, and told it we did not need it any longer.

It was Election Day.
America was deciding our fate, while I was forced into the same with my buddy.
We needed a clear chest X-Ray in the morning and we would go.
And on the next day – we went.

The day after the poisoned leg left, Clydes was up.
In an almost “look at me” maneuver, and with his other leg just operated on, he stood on three (or two and a half) and came over to me, and laid himself on me.
Their spirit and trust is higher than many humans ever attain.
I wish that kind of humility and grace was something we could slip into the water of those around us.

This is not the story I expected….but the one he chose to tell.
Clydes has been with Dr. C. for weeks now.
He has two more surgeries than expected, and as I research his best options

with those I respect,
he was just fitted for a future leg brace, thanks to another inspiring Doctor: Cathy Klein.

Sort of an ACL bionic support.



I will continue to show-n-tell his story as he continues to reveal it.
I love these survivors, all.
Some are scarred, missing limbs, or emotionally ravaged at the hands of humans that SHOULD know better.

That they retain any trust at all is beyond humbling.
I hang my head in both shame and sorrow when I meet these special animals.
I apologize for what came before, who came before,
and I promise them they have advocates by the plenty, now.

Advocates that will stand by their side, and defend their honor.

Thank you for all well-wishes you send the boy. He greets each one as they arrive, and are shared, with his trademark smile and wag.

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