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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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Click on the Bichon puppy to see AN UPDATED 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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