We noted last week that puppy mill survivor and NC10 girl Cora just celebrated her second birthday. Here's a photo taken by one of the children in Cora's home, through the doggy door. We all agree that this is the most relaxed and serene expression we've ever seen on Cora's pretty face. 
Bobo and Higgins started their veterinary medical trials for a new allergy treatment together this past week. We are hoping for good things for both these poor creatures. Bobo suffers so terribly from allergies that she was rehomed twice and then surrendered when the frustration and expense of trying to treat the brutal itchiness became too much for ordinary folks to bear without resorting to strong drink or other vices. 
Beautiful Bobo came to us just before Thanksgiving day, and she got to spend some time visiting in a temporary foster home before moving to a longer term one. Now that her treatments have begun, she's moved once more and she is now closer to the vet's office that is participating in the study. She is being fostered in Texas. 
The trial will take a number of months, and Bobo will not be available for adoption for some time. Bobo's itchiness is being controlled with a cocktail of meds at the moment. 
We are hoping that his neutering and a chance to feel more healthy will make him less aggressive toward other dogs, but at this point, Martin is destined to be strictly a singleton pupper in his new home. It's a shame, because Martin is the kind of Frenchie that inspires people to want two or three, he's that charismatic and good-looking!
cheese) and they advised us that it would be best to get him to get rid of it quickly as there was some chance of it causing pancreatitis, and that in any event he would feel really bad for several days if we didn’t. They said to get 1 T of hydrogen peroxide in him for every 10 pounds of weight and that he should then throw it all back up within ten minutes and be fine. They underestimated Joey One Eye. He really wanted that cheese and he wasn’t going to give it up all that easily. One hour, three rounds of peroxide and several phone calls to the vet later, the guests started arriving and he was still hanging on. We were BEGGING him at this point. He eventually did cooperate, and he spent a couple hours on a dog bed in the bathroom (with frequent check ups from concerned friends and neighbors). At about 7 o’clock he felt well enough to join the party. The last guests left about 10pm. Joey slept hard.
He was playing with a ten year-old girl and somehow his chompers wound up chomping what no good chompers should ever chomp--a person's person! We don't know what the circumstances of the nip were, or whether the dog and the child were playing nicely or not. But the very next day Bones came to us to be rehabilitated and rehomed. He's in the rarified air of the Rockies right now, being fostered near Denver. 
He just had his well-doggy visit at the vet and this is his foster mom's report:
Hank, the young Frenchie snatched from the jaws of death as he played chicken with the traffic of a busy Knoxville, TN, highway, is now safe and sound in a small town in Georgia, enjoying the company of a Frenchie brother named Louis and a delighted mom and dad. They 
know all about the various ailments that Frenchie flesh is heir to: elongated palates and allergies, for instance, and they will be working with Hank on his "I'm a little tug, tug, TUGBOAT!", approach to leash walking. 
Hank's new dad works from home, so there'll always be someone around to entice into a game of fetch or to referee a Frenchie wrasslin' match. There aren't any kids for Hank to bowl over in an excess of enthusiasm, and no kitties for him to spread on toast and enjoy with a lite beer at teatime.
He's a fine figure of a Frenchie, sure, but he's got kind of an intense, sort of a no-nonsense, kind of sharklike look to him, wouldn't you say? The kind of face you'd see on a woman immediately before the doors open on Filene's annual bridal gown sale. Like a crocodile might look spying a nest full of baby ducks. The face of a debauched and determined rake in a roomful of dimpling debutantes.
Sadie has really come into her own since she was plucked up and out of a South Florida kill shelter last month. At first, she was too frightened to do much more than squeak when the other dogs in her foster home commenced barking at the things that go bump in the night in the neck of the woods where nocturnal visitors of a scaly kind are not uncommon. Now Sadie is singing out loud, singing out strong with all the other fearless Frenchies!
" She is going to make someone a lovely pet...so sociable, loving, and soft, and beautiful brown eyes. Such a lovely little girl." 
Other than that, she is a Grande ole
She's the pied girl looking at you. She was the most emotionally damaged of the NC10 we took in in October 2005. She's still not quite...right, but she's miles and miles above where she started. 
Lucy has been undergoing consistent rehabilitation. She gets water therapy, and it really seems to help!
Here she is, ready to play!
By being yourself, you put something wonderful in the world that was not there before. 
And here is Tuggie with her best pal. At night, Tuggie goes into his room until he falls asleep, then climbs into bed with mom and dad. And first thing in the morning, when this guy gets up, she's zooming down stairs. He lets Tuggie and her brother Bandit out for some exercise, and watches them while they exhaust each other. Then they come inside for some less rambunctious playtime.
Two of these are foster frogs, and the rest are their foster siblings. What better way to stave off cold and ice than to share a little Froggy bodyheat? Sadly, there was no room for the foster mom. She slept on the couch.
She's no taller than my little five month old pup, but she is definitely heavier. She's not a big girl, but she's solid, with a little pixie face. Just adorable. She's in heaven running around outside with Boo. Without Boo, she stands and stares at you with terror and won't go into the yard. With Boo, she'll run around, explore and even potty.
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