Tuesday, February 28, 2006

The photo that started it all...

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
Here is the photo of Brando that appeared on Petfinder five years ago and inspired me to cross the river from Manhattan, where I lived at the time, to Brooklyn, where Brando was living at the time.

Now we live together in New Orleans.

This is Jambalaya, who finally found a new home in March 2007

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
She was renamed when she reached Ohio, after I found her living on the street after we returned to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.
After 18 months in an Ohio shelter, Jambalaya was adopted in 2007.

Brando and Zephyr

Brando and Zephyr
Originally uploaded by kfoz.
Zephyr looks like she's got a plan, doesn't she?

Brando, on the other hand, seems overwhelmed by the choices in front of him.

Oh, the difficulties of being a photogenic dog.

Everybody asks about Valentino

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
This 85 pound pit bull was loitering at a gas station on Valentine's Day, 2004.

You can read part of his story here.

Sula, "The Dog Who Found Me"

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
Isn't it amazing when you stumble across an old photo of a dog you see every day and it still makes your heart stop?

Vicki Hearne once said, "It is true that pit bulls grab and hold on. But what they most often grab and refuse to let go of is your heart, not your arm."

This ridiculous dog...

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
Grew up to be Zephyr.

These photos were taken shortly after she fell from a truck on the highway outside of Zephyrhills.

Someone picked her up, took her to the vet and then placed her with a rottie rescue woman--Pam Houmere--who happened to be at the Humane Society when they stopped in.

Zephyr climbed into my lap at a booksigning for "Dog Culture," and you can read the rest of her story in the chapter "Endings and Beginnings."

Theo, from the chapter "Things that Return"

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
It was Christmas time when I found Theo, just after my heart stopped and I was hospitalized to get a pacemaker. Theo was in a shelter in Mississippi where I was visiting a dog that had been abandoned by neighbors. He was going to be put to sleep because they didn't know anything about him other than he had heartworms.

The director of the shelter said: "If you are going to walk him, take him off the property, we don't know what he might do."

This, it turns out, was a lie.

Julia's Rescue--from the chapter "Wonder When You'll Miss Me"

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
In March 2003, I drove from Tallahassee to New Orleans to get to transport a rotweiller. Julia Lane, who does rescue work with German Shepherds, had found the dog at a local shelter, so emasciated, balding, that at first people didn't recognize her breed.

Julia put her in foster care with some friends temporarily and by the time I arrived to pick her up, they had decided that the last thing she needed was a long drive to Tallahassee. The dog stayed. I went home alone, and along the way I found Biloxi.

Biloxi - March 2003

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
Biloxi is the name I gave this dog, who ran up and poked me with a paw at a outlet mall in Gulfport. I led him out to my rental car and he rested his head on my shoulder the whole way home to Tallahassee. We stopped at Target for some food, but he didn't want to eat. And when we reached my house, he didn't want to get out of the car.

These photos were taken a few days later, when I visited him at the vet's office.

More than a year later, when I was getting ready to move, the vet said, "I heard from Biloxi's family" and it took a minute for me to register what he was talking about. Biloxi had found a home, and they wanted all the information they could find on him.

It's hard not to give this a sappy title

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
But really, look at that smile! Biloxi was very happy to see me when I visited him at the vet that day. What's interesting is that even if a dog is cautious when you first encounter them, on subsequent visits they are all bubbly and alive.

Biloxi had been bathed and shaved in spots where he had lacerations under his coat. And he had tested positive for heartworm. He stayed with Pam while I went to New York for my friend Amanda's memorial service. And then he went to stay with a rescue group in Central Florida. And then found a family to movie in with. And that's where his story ends.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

coming soon...

Welcome to The Dogs Who Found Me. We're still building this blog, but soon you'll be able to view photos for each of the dogs featured in the book--and post your comments about their stories.

Meanwhile, if you want to contact Ken Foster, you can email dogswhofoundme@gmail.com or go to his blog.