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Friday Morning May 6, 2011
Gem of the Day: "Meeting you was fate,
becoming your friend was a choice, falling
in love with you was beyond my control."
~ Author Unknown ~
We want you all to meet the newest addition
to our family,
1 year old Reagan
Pressnall.
Story Below.
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page 2 of the Small Paws Rescue Newsletter,
including fostering and adoption information.
Dear Small Pawsers,
Welcome to our newest members of our Small Paws® Rescue Online Newsletter, especially to those of
you who have seen
us on Fox and Friends
in
New York City, or
on Animal Planet
on "Dogs
101."
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Welcome! We hope
you enjoy reading
about
the Bichons and the
people who love them!
If you missed our last newsletter, here it
is.
This is a personal newsletter to you from
my husband, Dale, our Bichons, Chipper and
Spunky Monkey, Sally Ann, our Kansas Highway
Dog, and me.
(Ya don't have to
read it)
In the nearly 13 years, Small Paws has rescued
over 8000 Bichons, and yet only TWO have
had the last name of Pressnall.
Chipper Pressnall is the one who started it all and introduced
me to puppymills back in 1998, and Spunky the Monkey Pressnall has my whole heart, lock, stock
and barrel.
You all have prayed for them both, many times,
each of them have circled the drain, only
to have full recoveries, thank God.
Only these two lived at our home, permanently.
We were able to foster
and to place many
Bichons over the
years.
Oh, there were a
couple of close calls
before
now.
There was "Buddy" who went to live
with Small Pawsers Donna and Rob Carbone,
in PA.
Then there was little "Showbiz"
who now lives with his Mama, my friend and
fellow Small Pawser, Pamela Bach.
Those were close calls, but all in all we
were happy with just the two.
"WERE" being the operative word,
here.
There was magic in the air the first time
I met him, when I reached down and picked
him up, pulling him from a kill shelter a
few weeks ago.
He was trembling,
and was in a run
with a
large dog who was
scaring him.
The minute I held him to my chest, and told
him it was ok, that I was a Bichon Mom and
he was safe now, he took a big sigh.. and
the rest is history.
He was one large mat and his left eye was
matted shut, due to congenital dry eye.
His left eye is a bit smaller than the right
and he gets eye drops three times a day.
He sits up on his own, sometimes falling
over backwards to make us giggle.
He does the wave, spontaneously, and walks
across the floor on his hind legs, doing
"the dance" as Dale calls it.
See Reagan blitz
with 12 year old
Spunky
Monkey.
The Monkey man acts
like a puppy, again.
See Reagan wrestle
13 year old Chipper on
our back porch.
This goes on all
day long.
I was a goner before we even got out of the
gate.
I want to thank Small Pawser, Kem Mahr, here
in Tulsa, for giving little Reagan, his first
foster home.
She said she had to go to New York City on
business for a few days.
What was I to do?
He needed a place
to stay
while she was gone.
(That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.)
Reagan is a great "go-er with-er".
He's the dog I took to teach an after school
class at a local middle school, called "Dogs
101".
He loves everybody
and everything. He LOVES
to go and is a perfect
gentleman when we
are out.
One more quick story and then you don't have
to read anymore as you are probably already
more than "Reaganated" by now.
Ha.
Last weekend, we decided last minute to take
Reagan out to the plant nursery with us.
Spunky is not thrilled to go out and face
crowds. He just wants to be held when he
is with me and we are out, so he and Chip
stay home with the TV most of the time when
Dale and I go out.
We took little Reagan with us to the hardware
store and then up to the lumberyard, where
his Dad was looking at flowers to plant in
our front yard.
I take lots of business cards when Reagan
is with us. He's a people magnet.
Well, it got to be dinner time, so we took
him to a fast food restaurant in one of our
outside malls, called "Smash Burgers."
There is an outside patio and we were able
to sit out there with him. He is a dream
to have in an outside cafe setting.
It was a beautiful day about 74 degrees and
sunny.
Dale had a burger, I had a chicken salad,
and Reagan had a piece of grilled chicken.
So during dinner I told him, "Baby Reagan,
now we don't want to hurt Spunky Monkey and
Chipper's feelings, do we?"
"No, Mama."
"So, when we get back home, we don't
need to announce that we went to Smash Burger
for dinner, ok?"
"Yes Mama."
After letting all of the other outside diners
come over and pet him, we made a quick stop
at Petsmart and then returned home.
The SECOND he got home and in the door he
screams at the top of his little lungs, "WE
WENT TO MASH BURGER!! WE WENT TO MASH BURGER!!"
Spunky ran up to
him and started to sniff
him.
"I SMELL MASH
BURGER ON HIS BREAF! I
SMELL MASH BURGER!!
And the blitz was on. Round and round they
went, Tails up, motors running.
Whenever I take Reagan to the eye dogtor,
Spunky and Chipper mope around, waiting by
the door for us, so says their Dad.
They are not moping
for me.
They want their BROTHER
back and NOW!
We have a baby in
our house again.
And it will never, ever be the same. All
My Love, Robin
Humphrey Sisco
Dec 26, 1993~ Aug 30, 2006
When I first saw this beautiful picture of
Cheri Sisco's "Humphrey",
I thought it was
truly the epitome
of what we do, and
why
we do it. I wanted
to use this black
and
white picture of
Humphrey, taken only
days
before his death
due to congestive
heart
failure, to let those
who may be new to
Small
Paws, know what we
do and why we do
it. Without
Small Paws, Humphrey
would have never
known
love. He would have
died in a kill shelter,
sick and alone. Because
of Small Paws, and
Cheri Sisco, he lived,
he loved, and he
smiled.
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