They arrived en masse, a collection of messy paws, sticky fur, that delightfully slightly sour breath and whimpers and grunts, tails whipping in every direction. It was the puppy invasion. And it wasn't the first time this has happened to us. Much like the Great Cat Bust Out of 2016, another shelter had needed help. This time it was with an inundation of underage puppies. And once again, we had said yes.
Because that's how we roll. It's what we do.
|I rolled. Now I have to figure out how to get back up.|
There were the eleven four week old pibble puppies. Little tan and white potatoes squirming every which way, their little blockheads emitting grunts and squeaks.
|So small. So snuggly. So. Much. Pee.|
The seven spaniel-ish nuggets, only six weeks old and all wispy fur. Seven puppies in the holiday month? Of course they were named after Santa's reindeer.
|The spaniel puppies left for foster before we could get a pic so we're subbing in Ermaghawd Puppy. Because look at him.|
Two separate litters of Shepherd puppies, all barely six weeks.
|They were just sleepy from the ride. No puppy eggnog here.|
While most came in as orphans, a fluffy Shih-tzu mix family arrived, mom watching over her teeny baby, smaller than a can of soda.
|We have nothing to say except 'good mamas'.|
Have we mentioned this has been happening to us a lot lately? These twenty nine underage waifs joined a whole mass of other way-too-young'uns that have been filtering in from other shelters, good samaritans and all over the place. Last week's tally included one chi mom with four babies, two chi babies with no mom....
|Yer my mama now.|
and a whole mess of rambunctious six week old Shepherd/blockhead babies who promptly set to fingerpainting with their own poo* in a holding suite while waiting for their foster home to pick them up.
|Fingerpainting makes us sleeeeepy.|
Which bring us to you, dear reader. If you follow us on Facebook, you've probably seen our puppy breaks. A cute diversion from your work, thinketh you....
|Nothing in life is free, people.|
Not so fast, sayeth us. Because we might have some ulterior motives with those oh-so-cute clips of frolicking puppies. Those puppy breaks might, in fact, be well thought out puppy propaganda, designed to bend you to our will. Or, more accurately, to their will.
|We've come for your soul. Or just your spare room and some cuddles.|
Yes, dear readers. The puppies want you. The puppies need you. The puppies are, in fact, calling you. Much the way the other shelters call us to help with puppies. Because we can't help the puppies without foster homes. Foster homes like...
|Oh, hey, you there...|
Yours. That right, that puppy is looking right at you. If you have some space, some spare time and a desire to save lives in a very tangible, direct way (and enjoy puppy breath) we need you. We have a training coming up next Saturday, December 17th at 9 AM at our Milpitas ACC. We would love to see you there. Sign up here.
|I packed my snowman. Let's go.|
If you want to help but can't foster, we could use some supplies. We are going through pee pads like, well, water. We provide our foster homes with everything they need to care for their little muffins which means we need to have it on hand. And this tsunami of puppies is draining us. We have an Amazon Wishlist just for the poopies here. Give 'em a paw. Or a place to pee.
|We can haz pee pads? At your house?|
After all, who DOESN'T want to help these guys?
* A moment here for a shout out to our Animal Care Technicians, our huge hearted army who patiently and gently clean and care for all the muffins while they're in the shelter. Yes, all the pups will go out to foster but until they leave twenty nine puppies will make a ginormous mess. We really do have the best staff.