Robot is the boy. Jay is his cat. West is the girl. Lola is her Bullmastiff. These are the stories of how we found and raised another good canine citizen...we hope. Introducing Ryder Roman, Robot's Cane Corso puppy.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

UPDATE: Robot and West.


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We thank you for visiting Raising Ryder. This blog has come to an end, but the ride was fun. Please start at the beginning and find out what the first eight months of puppy raising are like.

UPDATE: Ryder and my rug.


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UPDATE: Bot and Ryder


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UPDATE: Lola and Ryder


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Monday, March 20, 2006

UPDATE: Ryder and Lola


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That beige corner is Lola. He's too big to sleep on her butt anymore. But they still know how to share the back seat of my Jeep.

Ryder is officially bigger than my Lola. And as Robot and I were hoping, he has all the glossiness of his mom and the handsome grill of his dad.

Coming soon, VIDEO of Lola and Ryder and everyone's favorite four pounds of fury, Dave! We all had a nice day rolling around in the backyard.

UPDATE: Ryder and West


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Friday, October 14, 2005

A dog blog has jumped the shark.

Unfortunately, Wayne was indeed the Jump the Shark character for Raising Ryder. Robot has become far too busy to post, and I, West, no longer live with Robot and Ryder.

But if you're interested in a new puppy, Raising Ryder starts here. And if you like that idea, click on the month of February 2005 and scroll all the way to the bottom and work your way up. Then go to the next month and work your way up.

But I do have new, canine-related problems. Post Katrina and Post Wayne, I decided that it was time to fill the new pet slot. I wanted that new pet slot to go to a dog that would possibly have a tough time finding a home. An older dog.

So I guess that's how I found myself on the couch with a snoring Bullmastiff and ... are you ready for this ... A CHIHUAHUA tucked ino my armpit.

I rescued a seven year old Chihuahua from the Illinois Doberman Rescue. He's wee. He's in love with me. He's treat agressive and tried to kill me over chicken. Luckily, he's like, four pounds. But oh how I love him. Read how I put my money where my sidebar is, at here .

Thank all of you, ever so much for following Ryder, Robot, West, Jay and Lola's progress. You have no idea how honored I am to have people ANGRY with me for not posting. I hope you'll follow me on my journey with my tiny rescue Dave, the Anti-Chihuahua.

Robot, West, Jay, Lola, Wayne, Ryder, and Katrina, all thank you profusely. We hope you all find your way home.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

SIGNS THAT I PICKED THE RIGHT FOLKS FOR WAYNE:

1) They carry him around like a tiny Chihuahua too.
2) They're having a Kitty Shower.
3) They gush about him to mutual friends.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Summer is gone.


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Remember it the way it was.

Monday, September 26, 2005

I wonder if they're gonna change it.

As anyone who has ever applied to adopt a dog from rescue knows, the application is pretty dang thorough. I had to fill out an EIGHT page application that had harder questions than the freaking SAT. Then I had to gather the following: Copy of my lease, the names of all my sex partners for the past three years, addendum to lease that says that I can have two dogs, my permanent record from school, credit report, note from my mom, Psych evaluation notes, my C.A.T. test scores, printout of all the songs on my iPod, fingerprints, certified letter from Jessie Jackson, a letter from my Rabbi, three references that do not live with me, urine sample, letters from four dogs that don't live with me, copy of Lassie's autograph, one strand of hair, an original ballad that I composed, and the hat of one of the Monks of New Skete. And Lola's vet records for the past five years.

So I called the vet to get them to copy the eight million pages (I was a little overzealous when she was small) and Irene, who has known Lola all her life, suddenly can't find me.

Great. Now the rescue people are gonna think I'm a pirate who is just here to gather rescue Pugs and Bulldogs to ship them off to some small third-world country to make Nikes.

So she looks and looks and asks if I was possibly under Robot's name? Nope. And no, I do not have the kitty anymore, I found him a good home.

"Derek? Payne?" Irene asked. "Do you know a Derek Payne?"

Well that would be the good home I found him. Ah! They brought Wayne to the vet and got his records transferred. YAY! I did find him a good home! And YAY! I'm no pirate! Lola's records just got moved to Derek's file by mistake! And –

"I'm sorry?" I said, "The kitten's name is Wayne Payne?"

That kitten. He's not even here, and he's still making me laugh.