Back in 2000 we went to a dog show to see if we could meet any breeders, and perhaps find a companion for our two year old Samoyed, Tasha. No matter who we asked, they all said “Go talk to Cheryl.” That’s the day we first met with Samoyed Rescue in the person of Cheryl Loper. She led us through the process and eventually gave us the names of two dogs we could look at, both owner-surrenders. The other dog was handsome, but when we met Charlie we knew he was our dog. He was the goofiest, friendliest dog you could imagine. He had personality to spare.
His original owner bought him from a backyard breeder for his kids, who didn’t want a puppy, and Charlie was ignored for the first seven months of his life. Then he was given to a co-worker who tried really hard but couldn’t deal with his extreme separation anxiety. As Charlie munched his way through their family room furniture they decided to list him with Cheryl, and it was our good luck to find him.
It took months of work to train him away from the separation anxiety, but eventually we could leave him in the house reliably. During that time Charlie and I were together most of the time and we bonded more than any other dog I’ve known. Kathy knew where I was by checking which way Charlie was looking. We began helping Cheryl as rescue volunteers, and eventually we took the reins. Since then we merged with Samoyed Rescue of Oregon to become Northwest Samoyed Rescue and received our federal non-profit status.
We knew right away Charlie’s conformation was terrible. His pasterns gradually broke down and he lost two inches of height. The ACLs in both rear legs failed and had to be repaired. We called him our poster child for backyard breeding, and kept him a little lean to reduce stress on his joints. We joke that he was responsible for funding the vet clinic’s new building.
For the last couple years he has been slowing down, and the last few months it was harder for him to stand. We celebrated his 15th birthday on August 27th by taking him for a visit to the vet, where they said all his levels were great even though he was a train wreck. He was still eager to please, picking up things I dropped and trading for kibble. Finally his rear end betrayed him because of nerve damage, and we put him in a lifting harness. Our vet suggested one more drug to help him move, but it didn’t work. Charlie simply could no longer get his rear off the ground. His last 24 hours were filled with love, lots of petting and grooming, and then we let him go. He went peacefully. We brushed him at the vet’s office while we were waiting, and I’ll carry a little of that hair with me forever. When it’s my time to go, some of his ashes will accompany me.
The first picture shows Charlie at our first meeting in 2000. The second was taken last year at Christmas. Many more shots are at http://nwsams.smugmug.com/family/charlie/
Since we met Charlie and discovered rescue, more than 160 dogs have come along and been placed in wonderful new homes. It’s all because of him. Charlie was born 8-27-99 and left us on 10-22-14. He leaves a great legacy.
Ron










Last month we knew we had a dog coming from the Walla Walla (Blue Mountain) humane society. Many thanks go to Liz Summa, who picked her up and drove her to Yakima, where Kathy met them and brought our newest foster here. After a day or two we chose the name Lily for her and it fits her very well. Lily is a small dog, only 40 pounds, and had puppies recently. She has almost no coat, but now that she is spayed it should come back thick and heavy before we know it. The shelter originally told us they picked off 200 ticks, but later let us know they gave her Capstar and almost that many more ticks fell off in her kennel run. There are little scabs on her that are gradually falling off. 


Rocky is the dog dropped off at the PAWS shelter in Lynnwood. His owner moved to an apartment and Rocky complained about the lack of exercise by barking. She got tired of it, and rather than give him what he needed she turned him over to the shelter. Ryann was able to pick him up two days later, as soon as he was neutered, and brought him here. A woman in Portland visited him, and after a week’s delay while she was out of town, she and her family returned to take him home. Rocky now has a young boy all his own.
We mentioned we were going to get a dog from Korea, who was rescued there and flown to Seattle. Erin and Tom met her at SeaTac and took her immediately to their home for a bath. Seems the crate was a couple pounds over the limit so they removed the blanket. It was a very long flight and she arrived soaked in urine. Jinju got another bath here the following day and was spayed the following day. Jen and Rick drove up from Troutdale and Jinju immediately decided they were perfect for her. Jinju is a work in progress, almost completely untrained, but they can handle the challenge.
We often say we never know what’s going to appear in our mailbox. Someone wrote to ask if we could help with her brother-in-law’s brother and wife’s dogs. She said he was terminal, and when he died his wife would be moved to assisted living. The dogs were hers and she was upset they didn’t know what to do with them. The dogs were eight and a half and ten and a half, and that’s not an easy age to re-home. As luck would have it we had previous adopters in Bozeman looking for another dog, and they opened their hearts to take these seniors. We had a wonderful thank-you note from the woman who originally wrote, saying their owner was so relieved her dogs would be loved and not put into a shelter.
Last July we took in an aging Malamute mix because we were promised he was a Samoyed. By the time he got here he had been in the WSU vet hospital for a week and we couldn’t back out. Trent’s kidneys were in bad shape but we were able to get his health improved enough to give him a chance. He gradually improved and bonded to Kathy, but never completely trusted men. It shows what his life must have been, since he lived with a single guy. He had a neurological problem in his back and his rear feet didn’t follow his front feet. He looked like front and back were two different gaits, and sometimes he had trouble getting up. Meloxicam kept him walking but eventually it stopped working. He laid down on March 26 and didn’t get up again. The following day we let him go. We’re glad to have had the chance to know Trent and discover what a sweet old Malamute is all about.

