It’s Official!


All eight of us puppies who came to Connecticut last week have been adopted! We are so happy!

We have new names, which is fine with us, since we only had our other names for a week and never quite got around to learning them. You wouldn’t believe how great our new families are! Some have kids, some do not, but all of the families have one thing in common: They’re awesome enough to open their homes to a rescue puppy who might not otherwise have such a great life.

We will totally miss our foster families. They gave us a great start — some of us are even potty trained! But most importantly, they gave us a chance. Without them, we wouldn’t be where we are now: Cozy, safe and loved.

A Farmington Family Affair


We sure have taken the town by storm! All eight of us have had a great week here in Farmington. Can you believe it’s only been a week?

After our welcoming party last Friday, we went to three different foster families. But we’ve gotten together a bunch of times to pee on the floor. We visited kids at Noah Wallace School and at Westwoods Upper Elementary School, where we “helped” make dog biscuits the kids will sell to benefit dog rescue.

We went to Bows & Bandanas and got the royal spa treatment — shampoo, conditioning, nails, ears — the works! Plus, the nice people there groomed our friend Bella, a grown-up dog who rode in the Suburban with us from Tennessee to find her own forever home.

Speaking of forever homes, four of us have already been adopted! You love us! You really love us!

But the big event is tomorrow! We’re having an adoption event on Saturday from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. at Green Dog Market, 784 Farmington Ave. Even if you’ve just heard about us and want to meet us, come by. We’re incredibly squishy and cuddly, so be prepared to fall in love.

My name is Bella.


Photo credit: AB Borreil

I know all the attention has been on the puppies, and that’s fine with me. I’m more of the quiet type anyway.

I am five years old, and my humans in Georgia decided they didn’t have time for me anymore. It sure is sad, but I’m glad that my rescue hero, Melissa, came to save me and sent me to Connecticut in the crazy red Suburban. I sat on a nice little boy’s lap for all 14 hours of the trip.

My rescuers have spent lots of time brushing me, because I hadn’t been brushed for a long time. This week I’m going to this place called Bows & Bandanas to get a professional grooming so everyone can see how pretty I really am. The great people there offered to groom the puppies for free, and when they heard I was coming to town they said I could come, too.

If you’d like to be a rescue hero by adopting me, please contact

They came home!


Roxy and I were crazy-excited to see the mom lady and our boys come home after being in Tennessee for a whole week. We love to sniff them when they walk in the door to see where they’ve been. We sniffed them forever because they smelled like puppies!

The big red Suburban carried all eight of those puppies home to Connecticut, and now they’re all staying at different foster homes. I can’t wait to meet them. I bet they’ll all find forever homes really fast, since everyone keeps saying how cute they are.

The mom lady seems like she missed us, too. All I want to do is sit on her lap and give her kisses while she presses the buttons on her laptop. She said her plan for today is hot yoga, wine and sushi. Even though the yoga means she’ll be gone for a while, Roxy and I love how she smells when she comes back.

We’ll keep you posted on how the puppies are doing. Which do you think is the cutest? 

Last Leg of the Great Puppy Rescue of 2013

ImageCan you possibly forgive me for using the same post for both of my blogs today? How about if I tell you that all eight puppies decided to poop at the same time tonight at the Red Roof Inn in some town in either Virginia or West Virginia? Sue me. Fire me. I can take it.

We have had quite a day. We drove 542 miles in nine hours with just one stop. Two moms, eight puppies, one dog and four boys.

Although my fellow adult has handled poop with grace and I somehow managed to drive all of those miles without a hissy fit, I’ve really got to hand it to the kids and the puppies. All 12 of them have been incredibly flexible despite the occasional bump in the road (not enough chopsticks for dinner, not enough clean underwear, etc.)

Tomorrow we hit the road one last time and meet our foster families back home.

What a long, strange trip it’s been.


Sometimes you’ve just gotta cuddle a puppy or two. Or maybe eight.


In our 12 short weeks on this planet, we’ve seen how sometimes people are sad but then they cuddle one of us and everything seems to get a little better.

We don’t know too much about life. We’re not even sure where we’re supposed to go potty. But we’re learning about love. We’re learning that sometimes people have sad faces and they look so worried, and then all we have to do is let them cuddle us and their faces aren’t so sad anymore.

Tomorrow is the big day! We’re getting in the car with these crazy New Englanders who talk funny and heading north. We’ve got a bunch of foster families all waiting for us, and soon we’ll be in our forever homes. We even get to watch Spring happen again!

If you’d like information on fostering, adopting or donating towards our medical costs, please email

Are They Here Yet? Are They Here Yet?


Good things come to those who wait? Come on. We’re puppies! We’re not so good at waiting.

While our Connecticut rescue crew is taking their sweet time getting here — playing pool, catching fish and relaxing in Virginia — we’re impatiently awaiting their arrival. How can they relax and eat barbecue at a time like this?

We know, we know. We can’t leave until we’re totally ready. Once we turned 12 weeks old our Tennessee rescuers got us all up-to-date with our shots and, as we mentioned yesterday, made it so we won’t be adding to to puppy overpopulation problem. The sweet family taking care of us down here are a great team, and we know we are loved.

I’m sure we’ll find something to do around here while they travel south. There are cats to chase, shoes to chew, naps to take …

I’m Boy #1. Nice to Meet You!


Even though today didn’t turn out as I had planned, it’s okay. Really.

The nice veterinarian gave my brothers and sisters and me some sleepy medicine and the next thing I knew, well, let’s just say we won’t be carrying on the family name.

But we know it’s all for the best. Sure, puppies are cute, especially me, but there are way too many of us, especially here in Tennessee. Our rescue heroes are making sure none of us add to the problem.

Our Connecticut rescue heroes leave tomorrow to come and get us. Please wish them well, and think good thoughts about all eight of us as we heal from today’s veterinary adventure.

If you’re interested in fostering, adopting or donating, please email Stay tuned for more updates about this Rescue Road Trip!

Meet Today’s Guest Blogger!


They’re calling me Girl #3. Or maybe it’s Girl #4. In any case, I totally need a name. Especially if I’m going to be today’s “Guest Blogger.”

I’m one of eight black and white puppies living in Tennessee. Or maybe it’s Georgia. It doesn’t really matter, since in just a few days I’M COMING TO CONNECTICUT! Sorry, I don’t mean to shout, but my brothers and sisters and I are all crazy-excited to come and meet y’all.

What do you think my name should be?

If you’re interested in fostering (we now have three foster homes for eight puppies), adopting or donating towards veterinary care and other expenses, please email Stay tuned for more updates about this Rescue Road Trip!

Helping Homeless Dogs and People


Stuey and I don’t remember too much about the days when we were homeless. My human mom wrote about what it was like for me in “Roxy’s Forever Home,” but she made most of that stuff up. She’s a journalist. They do that sometimes.

But we do know that it was really hard. We were hungry and sometimes we were lonely.

Our Rescue hero Melissa came across the nice man in this picture a few weeks ago in Tennessee. He’s had some bad luck recently, but gets through every day knowing that he has his best friend with him — the sweet basset hound in the picture. She now has a whole bunch of puppies, and the man can’t take care of all of them. Melissa brought the puppies to her house, and is taking good care of them.

When our Farmington rescue heroes head to Tennessee in a few days to get the puppies, they hope to also help the man, who needs all sorts of things, like maybe a new sleeping bag and a bike.

Do you have any other ideas? What do you think we could bring him — and his best friend — that might make life a little better? There will be plenty of room in the big red Suburban on the way down (but definitely not on the way back, since those eight squishy puppies will take up a lot of room!)

If you’re interested in fostering, adopting or donating, please email Stay tuned for more updates about this Rescue Road Trip!