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Noodles has a name....

And an owner.

First off, I want to tell everyone how great it felt to read so many nice replies about Noodles. Thank you for being so kind and warm about my little rescue dog. In a good but bad way I have some news to bring to your attention.

After a full day of loving Noodles, I finally came to terms with this little doggy and I had to call him my own. I was worried about getting too attached to him and then having to give him to his real owner (if there was one) but with Karel just loving Noodles to death, it wasn't hard for me to fall in love with him as well. On tues morning, after calling everywhere possible to locate this dog's owner, I convinced myself that this dog was meant to be with me.
After visiting Karel at work on Tuesday (with noodles) I went home and googled some animal clinic's in our area. It took me a good 15 min to find a clinic that would be perfect for noodles and I finally picked one.
I called the clinic and told them I was the proud owner of a little dog that I found in the lake and rescued. I explained to her my situation of not being able to find the ownders and I asked the lady on the phone what I should do for his first check-up and she said she would get Noodles in the system before making an appt.
She asked about Noodles, what kind of dog he was (Chihuahua), his color (brown) and if he was a male or female (Male). After telling her the details of Noodles, she paused for a minute and asked if he had a blue 2005 rabies tag on his collar.
I said: Yep.
She replied: A lady just came in and reported a lost dog. She was crying and searching for her Chihuahua named Chino.
I replied: He has a recognizable collar, did she say anything about it?
She replied: It is a black spike collar.
At this point, my heart dropped to the floor. The tears didn't start at that moment but I told the lady on the phone if she had the number to Chino's owner. I told the lady at the clinic that I would call the owner and let her know that I had her dog.

It was only a few seconds after hanging up the phone that I called Karel and the tears started pouring out of my eyes. I had to tell Karel that I Noodles was Chino and that I was about to call his real owner. Karel was sad. More sad than I had expected, seeing that I was just a mess. I tried not to get attached but I did. And when I realized Chino would no longer be in our home, I just about lost it.
I pulled myself together after talking with Karel for about 15 min and telling him that I would call the owner. I didn't even have to think twice about calling the owner because I know that I wouldn't want to be in that situation of looking for my lost pet. I became so attached to this dog since I saw him in the muddy corner of the lake and I really took him in like my own for the two days that I was with him. I could wait to get home after school and I just felt like I had something that was missing in my life. I just felt that with Karel by my side, this dog was a great addition to our family.
I pulled myself together and called chino's owner. She was crying, I was crying (hiding it of course) and I told her I had her dog. Long story short, she was out of town for two days (hence why it was tuesday when she found out her dog was missing and didn't report it sooner). A friend of hers was watching the dog at his apartment and when he let the dog out around noon, Chino chased a cat and ran away. The dog-watcher did not tell her about the missing dog for 15 hours!!!! He tried looking for him but no luck. Finally, he decided to tell her. I felt really bad for her since she was thinking that the dog was dead or lost. The more that I thought about it, Chino traveled over an hour (by foot) to get to my apartment complex. He is really lucky to be alive and to not be hit by a car. She happened to call the newspaper to report her missing dog and she even drove to the clinic I called to report the missing dog. I can't believe that that one clinic I called was the one clinic she went to. I guess it was meant to be.
As I was waiting for the lady to come, Karel had come home. He said he was too sad to stay at work and I don't blame him. I think there are times when it just isn't fair to stay at work and although you feel like you "have to" don't put yourself through the stress of just trying to fake your emotions. If you can get away and be with those who you love, I believe that there are certain times (few of them) when people should just say "I can't be here right now".
I was very happy Karel came home and I just cried in his arms until the lady came.
About an hour later the lady arrived at my complex and I knew it was time to give back Chino. When Chino and her owner reunited, Karel and I knew we did the right thing. Although Chino was happy with us, we like to think that he was on vacation. Just a different place with different people. It was time for him to go home. The lady offered us a reward but we couldn't take it. We new this was the right thing to do and we just wanted to let her know that we took very good care of her dog.

As Karel and I walked up to our place we talked through our emotions. Why did this happen? What are we suppose to take away from this?
Karel told me that we did the right thing and this was just practice for us. He said he never thought he would care for a dog like he cares for cats but he knew how much I wanted a dog and how happy I was with him. Just as we walked inside our place, Karel said the unexpected to me "Marni, lets go to the Human Society and get our own dog. One that is our own and one that can stay with us".
I told Karel that I needed a day to take everything in and he wanted to go right then and there. See, Karel and I have two different personalities when it comes to thinking things through. In most circumstances, I am very rational but I also over-think everything. It takes me a long time to come to a conclusion and I think through all sides, situations, pros and cons. Karel comes to conclusions quickly, decides to do something new last minute and well, he isn't as "planned out" as I am. I think we balance each other out very well because when I am thinking things through he is helping me come to a decision. And when Karel decides something last minute, I am there to look at the pros and cons. It really does work well for us and as I mentioned, this is just in some circumstances. When it comes to things like expenses we always think things through together. However, some things in life just feel right and I guess this felt right.
We headed to the Human Society and we were on the lookout for a Chihuahua. We never thought that we would like a dog like that (for our lifestyle) but we knew it wouldn't be good for us to have a big dog. We had no luck at the Human Society but they told us to try to look for a dog.
We really wanted a rescue dog and we are totally oppose to a "pet shop" dog so when we got home Karel was on the search for our dog. I had to do a little studying for my microbiology exam which was on wed but I was just too heartbroken, overwhelmed with emotions and tired to fill my brain with biochemistry and virus's (luckily, I pulled through and I received a B on the exam). Karel made a list of about 10 dogs that he found and wrote down their names, the email for contact and where they were located. But before Karel made his list, I jumped on the computer briefly and just googled Chihuahua in Jacksonville for sale.
I came across an add for "Sparkey" who was a rescue dog who was found outside a building and brought in to the STARS shelter in Amelia Island. I called Pat (who had Sparkey) and left a message. After an hour or so of searching for dogs, I received a phone call from Pat. She went on and on and on about this wonderful dog and how special he was. He was a Chihuahua greyound and just the most loving, kind, calm and caring dog. I was just falling in love with him immediately but I told her I wanted to think it through overnight. Plus, with her being an hour away I wanted to make sure we made the best decision possible. Also, with this dog being so special to his foster parents, she wanted to be sure I gave him a good home.
After talking things through with Karel we decided that Thurs would be the day to go up and I could introduce myself to her and meet Sparkey.
On wed morning, as I was doing a little last minute cramming for my exam (I didn't even run that morning I was so tired and just exhausted from everything) Karel told me he feels like Sparkey is the one and I need to go get him that afternoon.
Oh Karel, so ready for everything. But in this case, I went with it.
I called Pat in between my two classes and she said it would be fine to come up and see him later that day. At this point, Karel and I were convinced that we were the new owners of Sparkey and we couldn't wait to bring him home.
So, to make the story short since my fingers are tired and I have a tired puppy on my lap, I want everyone to meet CAMPY!!! I just LOVE him.
(Karel says he looks nothing like shifters or a derailleur but I figured campy is a great name for a dog who will spend many weekends at races).

He is 11.5 pounds, full grown and 18 months old. He doesn't bark, he isn't wild (unless we are playing) and he comes when I call his name. He is a very special dog and we love him so much.

(Look at those long legs!!!)


So much to blog about!

Since I have so much to blog about I thought I would give myself a day to sum up all the emotions that Karel and I have experienced over the past two days. All is good in our house now but I have so much to talk about. So, I thought I'd post some Kona pics from last year, seeing that Kona is this weekend. After finishing Kona (which was a dream come true for me) I am blessed to have experienced one of the most amazing triathlon experiences and I'm just so happy to be alive. It is amazing for us all to be able to do what we love to matter the distance or the race. Also, we should never take for granted the experiences we encounter, the memories we create and the important people in our lives.
Enjoy the pics and be sure to check out the blog tomorrow!


Another Animal Saved

I believe that I was put on this earth for a reason. Although it gets to me at times when I find myself crying after I see a grasshopper get hit by bike tires, I just can't help but think that I am suppose to save all animals, bugs, insects and any critter that moves. Karel is use to it by now so when I cry over some 4-legged "friend" he knows to just give me a hug and try to comfort me the best he can. I guess I am a bit sensitive in that area but I can't change the way that I feel. I think we all have our breaking points and well, animals are mine. I must say that I do not force people to be a vegetarian and I do not insist that people give up meat. This is just how I live my life and as long as people respect animals when they are around me then I can associate with anyone....if anything, my favorite restaurant is Outback and I would never turn down a sweet potato and bread just because they serve meat.
On sunday morning after my 60 mile solo bike ride (which was just great after that 1/2 marathon) I rested on the couch as I ate breakfast. Around 12pm I made my way to the apartment pool to enjoy the nice weather and study my microbiology. After about an hour of studying (my limit of "laying out") and talking to Karel on the phone as he was driving back home from Tampa, I decided I would gather my things at 1:30 and head back up to my place.
Around 1:15pm I turned my head and noticed a few young kids who were throwing sticks by the lake (our apartment complex surrounds a lake which is also next to the pool). I didn't think anything of it until I heard a girl tell the three young boys to "stop throwing things at it".
At this point my animal radar went up and I looked up from my chair to see what the kids were doing. I then heard the young girl say "don't hurt the doggy".
Since there were two other ladies laying out near the pool balcany, I figured I would walk towards them and see what was going on. As I walked toward them I noticed a small little Chihuahua shaking on the side of lake. His paws were covered in dirt and he was scared as can be. I dropped my bag and asked the ladies if they could watch my stuff. I headed around the pool and office to the lake and dropped my towel. In my bikini I stepped down into the bank of the lake and slowly approached the dog. In his defense he was growling and a bit snappy. I like my 10 fingers so I didn't want to touch him and although I like saving animals, I try to be as cautious as possible. Seeing that I am learning all about bacteria in my microbiology class I have a new appreciation for what is in our lakes, food, homes and elsewhere. The dog had a rabies tag on it and with my good eyes I saw an ID number and a phone number. The tag also said Maverick so I started calling him Maverick. To my knowledge, the dog was not Maverick. After calling the "Maverick" clinic (silly me) I was not able to reach anyone until Mon. Also, the clinic is a walk-in clinic and extremely busy so they don't always answer phones or return calls.
After 45 min. of trying to calm down the scared dog I decided I needed to rescue it from whatever conditions it has been in for however long. The other lady was helping me out to figure out what to do and she went and got some meat for it. Apparently it was very hungry. I went up to my apartment and grabbed the travel carrier for Smudla and also grabbed a piece of turkey. I figured it wouldn't like tofu.
I drove my car down to the lake and after about 10 min. of feeding the dog it finally went into the cage. I had to give him a meat path to get into the cage. At this point I still haven't touched him but there was no chopping or barking at me.
I brought him up to my place and Smudla was semi-ok with him. Much better than with my parents cats but she was still a bit concerned over this small little creature in her palace.
I called Karel and explained him the situation after telling him that we have a visitor for the night. He was happy that I saved him and he said he would pick up some doggy food for him. I gave him some water in the carrier but I didn't want him to run around our apartment and get our place dirty with who knows what so I kept him in the cage. After about 20 min. Karel called me again and told me to let him out in the bathroom and I decided that would be good. After I did that, he was wimpering to get out and I finally decided to go in and pet him. He was so good and all he wanted was to be loved. At this point I wasn't that worried that he was a mean dog but ultimately all I wanted to do was find his owners so that they wouldn't be worried.
I really wanted to let him out and run around so I found Smudla's flea shampoo and I gave him a bath. He did ok for the bath but boy he was happy when I was finished. He is a fast little guy and he jumped on the bed and went to sleep on our pillows. He was just doing too many cute things that I couldn't help but like this little guy.
As he was sleeping, I started calling different clinics to see if anyone could help me out with his ID tag but they all said that the Maverick clinic was the only way I could find an owner. I would have to wait til mon morning to call so I was happy that I could enjoy this little friend for a night.
However, when Karel came home he instantly fell in love with him. The doggy was sleeping with me on my lap as I studied and just making himself at home on every comfortable spot in our place. Smudla was still taking her time to introduce herself but she tried sniffing him a few times. The dog doesn't bark unless he wants attention or if Karel comes in the room. What a good watch dog. He slept with me on the couch all night (I went to the couch cause I couldn't sleep last night) and I'm sure he enjoyed sleeping in an air-conditioned apartment as oppose to outside in the muddy lake.
Although we are both enjoying this dog, it is Karel who is truely falling in love with him. Karel named him noodle because well, he is a little noodle :)
This morning I called the clinic from 8-9pm, trying to get ahold of someone. I also called our apartment complex to see if anyone has mentioned about a lost dog. I left a message at the Maverick clinic and after over an hour of calling, I finally spoke with someone.
I was told that the dog has an ID tag for a poodle and the previous owner is a breeder in St. Augustine (which is a good hour from us). I called the guy who matched the ID and no one answered. I hope that this dog can stay with us in its new home. As anyone knows, Karel and I are not only responsible people but we have a lot of love to give. Our little noodle is really enjoying himself at our place. However, if he does have owners I hope that they have a good home for him and he is loved more than we love him already. I do not want the owners to worry about him and I am trying my best to find out who's dog this is, but I just don't understand how someone can not be posting signs, talking to people and just doing everything possible to find their dog??? The clinic even said no one reported the dog missing. I really don't know what else to do and I don't want to "steal" anyone's dog. But for now, I will continue my search as Karel and I play babysitters to our "new" dog :)

I will keep everyone updated but for now, enjoy the pics...