Quincy

Quincy comes back for a weekend visit while his family is away, 3 months after his adoption:

Quincy is now a happy and healthy boy who loves his new family. No skinny dog here anymore - food is something he will never want for again. And what a good boy he is. Because there are several foster cats in residence and Quincy would like to think of them as a snack, Quincy has had to spend most of his time in the basement. He understands it is preferable over a kennel and hasn't complained once. This is a dog you can park anywhere it is convenient for you and he doesn't object! Quincy will be accompanying me to our adoption event this weekend as a foster alumni respresentative. I will also be making arrangements with our trainer for Quincy and his family to start obedience school in August. I just know he will be a model student!

QUINCY HAS BEEN ADOPTED!!!

Congratulations to Quincy and his new family!

Quincy's First Night in His New Home: (as told by his new mom)

I think Quincy did fine his first night (I'm sure he missed you though). The first thing he did when he got here was to sniff through the entire house. We tried out many of the commands while we fed him and while letting him out to do "business". He is very smart....you did a great job with him. We also saw the "happy" dance several times. I stayed up VERY late with him (just to make sure he felt comfortable and for us to start "bonding"). I think I went to bed at 2:30AM! He laid on the carpeting next to the couch and then he went on his blanket. That's how I left him when I went to bed (I didn't gate off the room). Well, this morning I found him STILL sleeping in the same room BUT he found our couch much more comfortable than the floor!!

We let him roam throughout the house and he hasn't eaten anything he shouldn't have. I'm going to get more eggs this morning so we can give him a treat.

Quincy's First Day: (as told by his new mom)

Since I wrote last, we had a busy day. David and I and the neighbor girl drove Quincy to Petco to get some food. Most of the time he stood but when he sat, he put his head near mine as I drove! When we went into Petco, I think he thought he died and went to doggie heaven when he saw all the food, treats, toys (and of course other dogs). He was sliding around on their floor but was very well behaved. We stopped at McDonald's for lunch and got Quincy a big glass of water. On the way home, he had his nose out the window enjoying the spring day. We just got back from our walk. I think I pooped him out because now he's on the family room floor PASSED OUT! For the most part, he listened to me but he did want to pull. To heel, I shortened up the leash length on the last leg of our walk. That seemed to work so I don't know if that was the reason or because he was VERY TIRED!

Quincy's story from his past life...

My name is Quincy and I am a neutered German Shorthaired Pointer mix. I am mostly liver colored with white ticking on my neck and chest. The ticking was done intentionally as it marks the exact spot where I like to be petted! My age is guessed to be about 5 years old.

Somehow I ended up in the Linden Animal Shelter in a horribly emaciated state. I was taken out of the cage and put into foster care in a real home. I was fed nutritious supplements and put on an exercise program. You should see me now! I went from 60 pounds of skin and bones to 75 pounds of solid muscle. Once I was healthy and strong enough, I was neutered and now I am ready to go to my forever home.

I have fallen into a routine here in my foster home and this is how my schedule has been. I wake up about 8 in the morning and go outside to "do my business". (NOTE: I always do my business outside and have never had an accident indoors since I have been in foster care!) I come back in and have breakfast. I stay in the basement while my foster mom is at work because she has cats and she is afraid that I might do something to them if she leaves me upstairs. All I did was look at them like they were prey. Did I do something wrong? After all, it is in my blood to do that! Anyway, when my foster mom comes home from work, I get a walk. Let me put it to you this way, I INSIST on a walk - it is the highlight of my day. My foster mom makes me heel but when we get to the wooded area I am allowed to go to the end of the leash and sniff and do doggie stuff. Then I heel all the way back home. (Truth be told, living with a runner or jogger would be ideal. I tried to get my foster mom to run with me but she says that walking is more her speed - well, better than nothing!) Then it is siesta time. If you know anything about German Shorthaired Pointers, then you know that we have lots of energy and need exercise but then we are worn out and become big couch potatoes - literally - I plop up on the couch and that is where I park myself until dinner time. If my foster mom sits on the couch to watch TV, I squeeze right up next to her. Every night we watch my favorite program "Golden Girls" together like that. I also enjoy watching my foster mom cook dinner. I lay in the doorway so I can see her but out of the way where she won't trip over me. Mmmmmm those smells of dinner cooking...

I have some friends in my foster home. There is Elliot, the Doberman Pinscher. We are good buddies and hang out in the yard together. We also sneak a nap together on the waterbed if we think we can get away with it. Then there is Bandit, the Border Collie mix. She is older and makes it clear she does not want to be messed with so I have learned to just ignore her and leave her alone. I was real interested in the bird and hamster at first but I have now gotten used to them and no longer think that they exist for my hunting pleasure. But then we have those cats...