They named me Mick Jagger yesterday. Crazy kids.

Maybe Mickey would be better. Or maybe something really tough and masculine like Jake or Bud.

I’m one of five puppies who came north yesterday from Tennessee. My four sisters — here for less than a weekend — are all pretty much adopted. (Okay, one is being fostered with the possibility of adopting, but we all know how that usually turns out.)

So, why me? Why am I the only one left?

Clearly, I’m cute. I get along with everybody. I don’t even care what you call me.

But please, call me.

For information on adopting Mick Jagger please email jan@emilysfriendsrescue.com.

I know what you’re thinking. I totally look like Roxy Pelham. Same cute white paws, same expressive brown eyes.

But there’s a big difference between us two brown girls. While Roxy lives in a nice, warm house with a family and comfy places to nap, I live in the Waterbury Dog Pound. The lady who takes care of us here is great, and so are the other dogs who live here.

But what I’d really like is a set-up like Roxy has. I don’t need anything fancy, but I sure would love to cuddle on somebody’s couch and maybe go for a walk. I’m just a year old and have so much to offer. I saw Roxy’s mom today, and I tried to let her know how much I want to go home.

If you’re thinking about adopting a dog, please think about adopting a dog who really needs a home. Like me.

Contact Roz at the Waterbury Dog Pound for more information: 203-574-6909.

Thousands of little hands have hugged and petted my little brown therapy dog this school year during author visits for my children’s book. She’s turned around quite a few bad days for some kids who just needed some unconditional love. It’s amazing how powerful and soothing a dog can be.

Little Roxy will share her love in September with the students of Sandy Hook Elementary School. We’ve finally set a date with the school are donating a copy of “Roxy’s Forever Home” to each of the students, and several friends have already purchased copies to donate.

If you’d like to donate a book, please send a check for $18 (or any amount) to Roxy’s Forever Home, PO Box 1082, Farmington, CT 06034. The Husband — who understands math in a way normal humans do not — assures me that we will not make any money from these book sales, and that all donations will go just toward the books.

Love wins.

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.

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.

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 jan@emilysfriendsrescue.com.

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? 

Can 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.

 

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 jan@emilysfriendsrescue.com.