THUNDERSHIRT

It's 2 am and the Duke just woke me from a very sound sleep. He wanted his Thundershirt NOW, please. And sure enough, we are having lightning but I couldn't hear any thunder.

Nevertheless, as a good Mom, I trudged blearily into the dog den and managed to locate his blue-with-white-stripes shirt. Managed to get it on him, just in time to hear the first crack of thunder.

Within three minutes, he was lying contentedly on the floor. Now he is asleep, with the rest of the Hooligans, while the thunder rolls and rolls.
And I am wide awake.

THE WINNER!!!!

Lots of people entered our fundraiser drawing and we want to express our heartfelt appreciation to all of you. Because of your donations, the vet bill for Cammie/GG was paid off and we were able to reimburse one of her transport chauffeurs for the fuel she spent driving from Florence to Guntersville to Montgomery so that Cammie could hitch a ride south with a Judge. We were also able to purchase a crate for a rescue 'dale named Sensai who is being fostered in New Orleans. Over six hundred dollars was raised through YOUR generosity and through the generosity of our dear friend Linda, the Artist with the big, big heart. Linda is a real Airey-Godmother, and I know that the winner of the fundraiser, 

Susan Mayer

is going to be thrilled with her magical pet portrait that Linda has lovingly offered to do!

Congratulations Susan! You were the first one to send in your entry. May your gift return to you many times over!

IT'S ALL A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE

A week and a half ago, our hoomans found four black puppies in our driveway. They were trying to climb through the fence. Naturally, Mom brought them into the yard so they would be safe. She kept them in the chain link kennel in the back yard until she could get them to the vet to make sure they weren't sick. She didn't want us to be around anything contagious. Dr. M said they were okay to be around other dogs. He treated them for hookworms and said they just need a little weight. They are malnourished (that means SKINNY).

Mom put information on her Facebook page and within a couple of days, all the puppies had been placed in permanent homes. We thought. Then one of them came back to our house because someone in the new family was allergic to her. So we have "Pinky" back at Hooligan House. And she is taking the name of our house very seriously. She howled most of last night. It was her first time spending the night in a crate. She was in the dog den with Jack and Sissy. The rest of us haven't met her yet. I guess that will happen tonight.

Pinky is black all over except for a wee tiny white dot on her chest. She's some kind of All American Mixed Breed, that likely has a little Labrador Retriever somewhere in the background. Mom says Pinky is smaller and daintier looking than a purebred Lab. She is around four months old. We will be keeping her until she gets adopted. That means alot of commotion and howling at Hooligan House, including bouncing and play-biting with puppy teeth. We are going to have a blast!

Dad says things could be worse. He says the other three could have come back with Pinky. How could that be a bad thing? Sounds like Hooligan Heaven to me!

AAARRROOOO!!!!