Angel is a 6 year old playful Wiggle-Butt who wants to be your one & only. She weighs about 60lbs. She's very friendly and enjoys being with her person. Angel would do best in a home with no children because they make her uncomfortable.
“Angel has a strange affinity for goose poop. She searches it out wherever we go and tries with all her might to get to it. With all the geese on the property this time of year, it has been a real battle.
Recently, Angel had a chance to walk down the back road where we rarely ever go. Because of its lack of foot traffic, it is a regular hang out for the geese. I knew we were in trouble the moment we got there. It was goose landmines as far as the eye could see.
Normally, Angel is very good with the ”leave it” command, but we were surrounded by poop on every side. She just could not control herself. Halfway down the road I gave up and picked her up by the harness. Usually I would grab her in a bear hug, but she had rolled in so much poop that she was as green as the Incredible Hulk.
Why she likes goose poop so much, I will never understand. But we will definitely be avoiding that road in the future.”
"Angel had a rough couple of days. She managed to get stung by multiple bees over the course of the weekend. Each time was unintentional, but that did not make it sting any less.
Normally, Angel pays no attention to the bees. The weeds in our yard tend to attract a fair amount of them. Some of our dogs try to eat them. Others will chase them. Angel barely knows they are there. Why pay attention to a bee when there are groundhogs to deal with.
Somehow Angel was able to accidentally step on a bee not once but four separate times. We were going for our normal walk and out of nowhere she would yelp and jump up in fright. Luckily she did not have an allergic reaction. After licking the wounded paw for awhile, the pain subsided and we were able to keep moving. Now she is hyper vigilant at the sight of a bee and is constantly zigzagging through the yard to avoid them. It may have been an accident before, but she seems determined to not get stung again."
"Angel does not play fetch. There is no simpler way to put it. She may show occasional interest in a ball. But as soon as it is thrown, she forgets all about it. Often she will give me a curious glance, as if to say, "What did you have to do that for?"
Her usual lack of interest in chasing a ball makes her behavior this weekend even more strange. While I was cleaning up, I accidentally knocked a racquetball off the top of her crate. As it bounced off the floor, Angel leapt from her perch on my bed and tried to trap it. Eventually, she cornered it under the bed and came out happily holding it in her mouth. I took the ball back from her and bounced it off the wall. Once again, she took off in pursuit and trapped the bouncing ball in the corner. I started to think she might be coming around to this whole fetch thing.
With this new behavior, I thought a game of fetch might finally be in the cards. That afternoon I brought the ball outside with us, let her loose, and chucked it down the yard. As per usual, she just stood there staring at me. There is no way she was going to chase the ball."
"Around here, I can't think of anyone who is not a fan of Angel. Everywhere we go, there's always someone looking to pet her and say hello. She absolutely loves it and knows how to work the crowd like a pro. If given the chance, Angel will try and approach pretty much everyone she sees. If it is one of her favorite friends, she will throw on the brakes and plant her butt until she gets to greet them.
This weekend, as we were walking past the shower stalls, her biggest admirer called out her name. Now normally Angel avoids water at all costs, but it was not going to deter her this time. She shot right over to the shower and tried to climb under the stall door. The showers are far from spacious so she was only able to get her head and one front leg in before realizing she wouldn't fit. Her friend gave her ears a quick scratch and then shoo'd her away.
Angel came out with her head dripping wet but could not have cared less. She was just happy she got to greet her buddy."
"Like most dogs Angel loves to eat. Nothing makes her happier than a friend stopping by to give her a treat. She gets hotdogs, hamburgers, sausages… The list goes on and on. But peanut butter is by far her favorite food.
As soon as I open a jar of peanut butter, Angel will magically appear at my side. She can be in a near coma, but that smell wakes her up in an instant. It comes in handy at times when I have to give her medication. Just stick whatever it is in a glob of peanut butter and down the hatch it goes. No fuss at all.
One of Angel's favorite things is a near empty jar of peanut butter. Normally, I throw it in her crate and let her go to town. I've seen some dogs chew off the top of the jar to get at the bottom. But not Angel. She grasps the jar ever so gently between her paws and sticks her tongue out farther than you would think is possible. When she is done with it, the jar so clean you would never know it held anything. She then makes sure to lick off anything that might have stuck to her paws or face. There's no way she will let any peanut butter go to waste."
"Every Friday we take Angel and some of the other dogs around the compound for some canine therapy. Angel gets so excited for these trips and loves all of the attention that she receives. She charges right out the front door and leads the pack as we head to our destination.
Angel's go to move is to climb up onto the picnic tables and get right at eye level of whoever she is visiting. This is the perfect position for her to ambush them with kisses. Given the opportunity, she will lick every square inch of their face. Nothing makes her happier.
Recently, we visited an area that had no tables for her to climb onto. Not one to be discouraged, Angel vaulted up onto a ping pong table in one athletic leap. It caught me entirely off guard. I didn't think she had a chance of making it up that high.
Not only is Angel incredibly affectionate and personable, but there is still a lot of puppy left in her."
"I have mentioned before that if you drop Angel's leash she will pick it up and carry it herself. Normally, she will grab it and take off at a trot. To her it's a very entertaining game. Today she did the same behavior but with a slight twist.
Tango is one of Angel's regular walking partners. They are very comfortable with each other and have no issues walking side-by-side. While we were taking our regular afternoon walk, Tango's handler accidentally let his leash fall to the ground. Without skipping a beat, Angel grabbed the loose end and began trying to lead Tango. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation and started to run in circles around her. They only made it a few feet before getting all tangled up. Likely they are friends and it did not escalate to a scuffle.
With a little more practice they could probably walk each other. Realistic? Not really. But it's good to set lofty goals. It's a skill that could come in handy once the winter weather rolls in."
"One of the skills that we emphasize with our dogs is the ability to back up. Whether to get access to a toy in front of the dog or to create space when they are crowding you, it can be very useful. Angel fully understands this command but has some difficulties executing it properly.
The goal is to have the dog take three or four steps backward in a straight line. Angel prefers an awkward reverse bunny hop that veers off to the left until she has done a full U-turn. She looks like a newly licensed driver trying to back up a truck. If it was possible for her to jackknife, it would happen regularly.
We recently learned a new technique to teach this skill and Angel and I have been practicing periodically. I create a tight alley between a row of boxes and the wall. The limited space is supposed to force them into a straight line. For some reason, Angel keeps ending up with her butt sitting on top of the boxes. We still have plenty of work to do on this one."
"Angel's favorite toy is a bright pink stuffed pig. She has other toys that she will play with occasionally, but Mr. Piggy gets the majority of her attention. It's always laying nearby often right between her paws as she grooms him.
Recently, Angel received a new toy pig. This one is also bright pink but made of soft rubber and makes a loud oink/grunt when you squeeze it. Her current pig has seen better days and I had hoped to swap the old for new. Angel's reaction to the newcomer was not what I had expected.
When I first presented it to her, she was curious but wary. She sniffed it and eyed it suspiciously, unsure exactly what it was. I gave it a squeeze and she just about had a heart attack. She jumped back in fright and her eyes were as big as the moon. I tried putting it in her crate to see if she will come around, but she just pushed it into the corner and stayed on the opposite side. Looks like the original Mr. Piggy is here to stay for a while."
"Angel has very little tolerance for cold temperatures. On a brisk winter day, she wants nothing more than to curl up and stay warm. When the temperature really dips, she often spends the night underneath my covers cuddled against me for warmth.
Lately, we have had a few cool days compared to just a week or two ago. Since our A/C is still running full blast it has led to some chilly days indoors. This weekend I came back to the cell and found Angel on my bed shivering. I sat down and pulled her close to try and warm her up, but it did little good. She looked so sad. I had to do something.
The cure for her chill was to take a blanket and swaddle her like a baby. After I wrapped her up like a burrito, she was happy as a clam. She spent the majority of the day in that exact position. When we came in from the yard, she sat in the same exact spot and waited for me to wrap her up. Angel may be a diva at times, but she is absolutely worth the extra effort."
"Angel has never exactly been a fan of getting wet. Snow and rain are of absolutely no use to her. Bathtime is tolerated, but the look on her face tells you just how annoyed she is with the whole process.
Given this history, it was no surprise that she had zero interest in swimming in our new kiddie pool. I had hoped that given the heat, I might be able to coax her into taking a dip. But under no circumstance was she going in voluntarily. I tried everything from food to toys, but she just stared at me like I was nuts.
I decided that picking her up and putting her down in the water might show her what she was missing out on. As I held her over the pool, she resembled a cat trying to stay out of the bathtub. All four legs completely stretched out and locked onto the sides of the pool.
Ultimately, I had to give in and admit it was not going to happen. Some dogs are born swimmers. Angel is not one of those dogs."
"Since her arrival, the only other dog that Angel has shown any comfort with is Trevor. They play regularly and seem to enjoy each others company. The rest of the dogs fall into one of two categories, either mild tolerance or downright hatred.
Surprisingly, Angel has shown extreme interest in our newest dog, Tango. It started out with some curious sniffing. From there, she began to gently graze against him as they walk side-by-side in the yard. Eventually, Angel seemed to determine that he was alright and started to initiate play. She bows her head and stretches out, then pounces forward trying to get him to join her. Unfortunately, he's still pretty skittish and isn't quite sure how to respond. Tango runs around for a short time, but then stalls and doesn't know how to proceed.
There is still no doubt that Angel needs to be in a one dog home. But showing this behavior with a dog other than Trevor is a positive sign. Hopefully, as Tango acclimates he will start to loosen up a bit."
"Whenever I leave Angel alone for an extended period of time, I make sure to leave some music on. It seems to entertain her and blocks out some of the random noises that occur on the tier. She loves old country music and some good classic rock. She has good taste. Occasionally, if I'm in a rush, I'll forget to change the channel and leave on whatever program I had been watching. Depending what is on, I sometimes come back to find Angel laying in my bed staring at the screen. She has no time for the news (smart dog), but seems to enjoy comedies and nature shows. This week I have intentionally been leaving on Shark Week. Angel has been glued to the screen. She ruffles up the bedding to get comfortable and will even pull over my pillow and rest her head on it. Apparently she has caught onto the fad of binge watching."
"For the most part, our HOPE dogs live a pretty comfortable life during their stay. Attention is heaped upon them and time spent outside is definitely greater than the average dog. While they may be sleeping in a jail cell, there is never a shortage of fluffy blankets and toys to play with. For many of them, this is probably the most loving home they've ever known.
Unfortunately, there are occasions when the true nature of this facility does impact them. For the last few days we have been in a full lock down. For our canine friends, this means no daily walks, no attention from friends, and a bare minimum of opportunities to go potty. It is an unfortunate situation that is out of the handler's control.
Some of the dogs handle these situations better than others. Angel is the best that I have encountered so far. Not once did she show a single sign of struggling or whining about not going out for walks. The majority of her time was spent curled up at my side with her head on my stomach. We played a few games now and then and I was very generous with the treats. While some dogs would have been pacing with a tank full of energy, Angel was just happy to be spending time with a friend."
"Angel finally had a chance to go down to the big yard and run around. Any time she leaves our normal area, she gets extremely animated. This time was no exception. As I was packing up a few of her toys, she could tell something different was going on and would not stop pacing. When we got to the yard, I let her loose not knowing how she would react to freedom in that much space. She took off like a rocket and ran in a large circle for a good five or six laps. Once she blew off that initial energy surge, she became completely zoned in on all of the new smells. For the next hour, she spent the majority of her time trying to sniff every blade of grass on that field. One thing we need to work on is keeping her from constantly rolling around in goose poop. By the time we left, her coat was as green as the grass under her paws. There were no actual geese to chase, but she still seemed to enjoy her field trip."
"It's a common stereotype that dogs hate the mailman. The image of a dog biting the mailman's butt while he attempts to flee has been used countless times. Once again, Angel defies what you would call normal behavior. She has developed a huge crush on our mail lady. Lately, I have been around in the mornings so Angel has been going out when she would typically still be asleep. As we head outside, the mail lady is normally making her rounds. Angel goes from half asleep to total excitement in the blink of an eye. She immediately pins herself to the ground and refuses to move an inch until she gets to say hello. The woman gets just as excited to see Angel and the two share a nice moment each morning. We'll be back to the normal schedule soon and I get the feeling they will both miss their morning rendezvous. Angel gets excited to see most people, but this individual is definitely among her favorites."
"For the past few months, our resident groundhog has been staying out of sight. Occasionally Angel will hit on his scent, but for the most part he has been M.I.A. During this past week, he has suddenly become a regular sight again and Angel is beside herself. She may not be a fan of the heat, but lately she charges right outside hoping to have a shot at her nemesis. There is a large drain pipe that he uses to travel under the fences. Angel sticks her head in as far as possible hoping to come face-to-face with him. Eventually, she admits she won't fit and moves on. To play with her, I like to throw stones down the pipe when she isn't looking. The clanking snaps her to attention and she scurries right over thinking her luck might have changed. Most of the time, the groundhog can be found sunbathing on the sewer drain grate on the opposite side of our fence. Angel gets right up against the fence, her body pointed and stiff, and stares longingly at him. Luckily for him, the fence is there. I do not think it would end well for Mr. Groundhog if it wasn't.
"Every dog has their sweet spot. That area that every time you scratch or rub it they get a little crazy. For Angel, it was clear from the start that she loved to have her butt scratched right on top of the base of her tail. Her whole body dances with excitement which is always good for a laugh. Recently, I discovered a second spot that she loves just as much. Every night, Angel will lie between my legs and watch me read. I always reach down and scratch her head intermittently. The other night without thinking about it, I started to rub the front of her left ear almost where her temple would be. As soon as I started, she began to lean her head into the pressure. Her eyes rolled back and her lids closed halfway as I continued to rub. It must be some sort of pressure point because every time she melts like butter on a hot skillet. She will even go to the extent as to nudge my hand away from my book if I stop for too long. It's hard to say no to a dog with such a cute face."
"Playing fetch with Angel is usually a short-lived affair. At most, she will chase down the ball three or four times before losing interest. While we were outside in the yard, I came across a frisbee that had been left in the grass. On a whim, I dangled it in front of Angel and tossed it across the yard. Immediately she took off in hot pursuit. She brought the disc right back but was reluctant to give it up. But once I pried it loose, she took off again before I could even throw it. This time she went as far as trying to jump and pluck it out of the air. Her timing was way off, but it did not seem to lessen her enthusiasm. It became pretty clear this was a game she could get into. After a while she began to tire, but she lost no interest in the frisbee. Her energy exhausted, she spent the rest of our time outside lounging in the grass gently holding the frisbee in her mouth."
"Geese are a common sight inside this facility. Normally, they stay in areas that the dogs do not frequent. Angel often stares at them in the distance and you can see in her face how badly she wants to chase them. This week she almost got her chance. As we rounded the corner to our yard, Angel found herself within 20 yards of two enormous geese. Her body went rigid, her tail went straight, and you could feel her growl vibrate through the taut leash. As Angel barked and puffed out her chest, the geese began to realize their mistake. Fortunately for them, this was not the time nor place to let Angel loose. Eventually, they backed up and found enough space to take off and clear the fence. Angel was visibly upset that she missed out on a golden opportunity and continued to stare wistfully at the other geese off in the distance. In the next few days, I am going to take her down to the baseball diamond where chasing geese away is encouraged. I can't wait to see how she reacts once she can run free and chase them without repercussions."
"Angel spends very little time with the other dogs. She likes her personal space and gets uncomfortable if they get too close. While she is not looking for confrontation, she makes it very clear when other dogs are crowding her. However, none of this applies with Trevor. He is the one dog that she is always looking to interact with. As soon as he comes into sight, she bows her head and sticks her rear into the air, getting in a good stretch before play begins. They always approach each other with great enthusiasm and play in a very animated fashion. This carries on for a while and then she will randomly freeze right where she is standing. Trevor will cock his head in confusion and try to goad her into further play, but Angel just stares into the distance and doesn't move a muscle. All of a sudden she will rush right at him and continue to play as if nothing ever happened. I don't know if she is contemplating her next move to pull on him or just catching a quick rest. It definitely makes watching them play very interesting. It may only be one of the six other dogs, but it gives a glimmer of hope that she may be able to have a playmate once she finds her forever home."
"Angel has developed quite the following among both inmates and staff members. Most refer to her as "wiggle-butt," a name she has more than earned. She responds to it right away and dances over so they can show her some love. Every night after her evening walk, Angel makes her rounds on the tier. She knows exactly which cells to go to in order to get the best treats. She even remembers where each person keeps their food and will go sit right next to it. Recently, one of her favorite friends was released. While making her way around the block, she barged right into his former cell and was thoroughly confused as to why there was a stranger in his bed. Now every time we walk by that area, she looks with apprehension hoping that he will show up again. Luckily, there are plenty of others to spoil her. She will never be starved for attention during her stay here."
"It is no secret that Angel loves people. But for some reason, she gets most excited to see women. Given that they are a minority in this environment, her interactions with them are limited. Recently, a female staff member came to visit another one of the HOPE dogs. At the sight of this individual, Angel started to dance with joy. However she was busy, so Iured Angel away and we went outside. But Angel had only one thing on her mind; getting to say hello to that woman. Once we were back in sight of the front door, she plopped down and refused to move an inch. As she saw the staff member coming outside, she began her happy dance again. She tried to sit and wait to greet her, but her butt was wagging at such a pace that sitting just wasn't possible. So she laid on her belly all stretched out and nearly did the worm. After some nice puppy rubs from this individual, Angel was content and we were able to resume our walk. It was slightly frustrating at first, but I can't help thinking how nice it would be to come home to a greeting like that every day."
"As my trust in Angel has grown, she has been given more freedom in the cell. Initially, I would crate her anytime that I left. Gradually, I began to leave her alone without crating for 15 or 20 minutes. Now she is at the point where I can leave her for an hour or two without any worry of her being destructive. As long as I leave the radio on and water in her bowl, she is perfectly content. Some days I come back and she is curled up in her crate. Other days, she is laying on my bed with the fan blowing in her face. This week I came back to Angel in an entirely new position. She pulled all of the blankets out of her crate and off of my bed and made one big pile on the floor. The only visible part of Angel was her muzzle protruding from the side. Once she heard my voice, her tail started wagging a mile a minute. If she could speak it would have been: look what I made isn't it cool?"
"Recently, I brought Angel along while I mowed our yard. Initially, I had some reservations not knowing how she would act around the mower. To my pleasure, she was completely unfazed by it. She wandered around within 10 or 15 yards from me and only started to stray once. But with a quick call of her name, she came trotting back and never wandered off again. Angel found great joy in rolling around in piles of grass clippings anytime she could. Being the first cut of the season, there were plenty of them and she made sure to find every one. By the time I was finished, she was covered from head to toe in grass stains and mud. So I got out the hose and gave her a good scrubbing to remove all of the crud. As soon as I placed her in the kennel to air dry, she rolled right onto her back in the first dirty spot she saw. Apparently she prefers to have a little dirt on her."
"When Angel arrived here, she brought along a few of her toys. For the most part, they were typical dog toys. A rope toy, a rubber Kong, and a plastic bone. The lone exception was a bright pink stuffed pig. Out of all of her old toys, and even some new ones, this was by far her favorite. As soon as we came back to our room, she would immediately check to make sure the pig was where she left it. Recently, Angel received a stuffed monkey, which has replaced the pig as number one toy. While lounging on her bed, she keeps it right between her paws, sometimes licking it or chewing on it ever so gently. Occasionally, she will stand right in my face holding her monkey, just showing it off. She will even go as far as trying to bring it along when we go outside. Maybe it's a comfort to her, or maybe she sees it as her baby. One thing is for sure, she takes great care of her monkey."
"As the days have gotten longer, Angel has been able to spend more time outside in the evening. This suits her well since she is not much of a morning dog. In the AM, she wants nothing more than to go to the bathroom and stretch her legs. Shortly after that, she is ready to climb right back into bed. She becomes much more active in the afternoon, but seems to enjoy the early evening most of all. Since there aren't as many distractions at that time of day, we have been working on walking side by side without a leash. As we ease into things, I have been leaving the leash attached and letting her drag it along in case she takes off and I have to chase her down. Angel seems to think this doesn't feel right and insists on carrying the leash herself. She won't chew on it but holds it gently in her mouth as if she is her own handler. Eventually, the leash won't be necessary but for now it's pretty entertaining to watch her walk herself."
"Now that spring has finally arrived, it was time to give Angel a bath outside. She showed zero hesitation to the process and remained calm the entire time. Angel was not too keen on getting water on her face, but that was the only aspect she did not seem to enjoy. The drying off process was an entirely different story. I brought Angel into one of our kennel runs and attempted to rub her down with a towel. Angel thought this was a great new game and darted around with lots of enthusiasm. As I held the towel out and tried to get my hands on her, she would charge at the towel and jump at it before quickly darting away again. To a passerby, we must have looked like a Matador and a bull doing battle. The bull was definitely winning. By the time I gave up, the air had done most of the drying and Angel was smiling ear to ear."
"I have learned that Angel is prone to random bursts of puppy like energy. The majority of the time she is a very calm and docile dog. But every once in a while, something comes over her and playtime ensues. This normally lasts for no more than five minutes or so before she tires out and curls up for a nice nap. Her favorite game to play during these times is tug-of-war. Whether it be with a rope toy, stuffed animal, or even an oversized bone, Angel gets great joy out of the battle. She has a great understanding of the "out" command and can easily be brought to attention if things begin to escalate. It really is the best of both worlds. The fun of a scrappy and playful puppy followed by the calm companionship of a more seasoned and mature dog."
"Lately, Angel has been spending more time sleeping in my bed at night. At first, it would only last for a short period of time before she would move on to her crate. But as the days have progressed, she will stay longer and longer. A few nights ago I woke up to Angel sitting on top of me with a somewhat serious stare. I assumed she needed to go outside and started to climb out of bed. But as soon as I lifted up the covers, Angel dove under them like an otter in the surf. She crawled down to the foot of the bed and curled up next to my feet. I guess she just needed a little extra warmth. Now every night at bed time, she sits next to the bed and waits for me to get comfortable. Then as I lift the covers, she crawls underneath to assume her new spot. The only part of her that's visible is her little wet nose sticking out from the foot of the bed."
"Angel has really started to come out of her shell. Every day she shows a little bit more of her true personality. She is playful and affectionate, while also very comfortable spending time alone with no interaction. Unlike the majority of the dogs here, Angel wants absolutely nothing to do with the snow. She takes care of her business and then immediately high tails it back inside. Maybe once the wind dies down and the sun comes out she will want to run around in the snow like the others. But for right now, she is perfectly content curled up inside on a warm blanket."
"Angel and I have spent the past few days getting to know one another. She was very shy and reserved when she first arrived, having gone through so many changes in the past few weeks. Initially, the majority of her time was spent in the safe zone of her crate. She would venture out occasionally for a drink of water or a quick sniff around but only for short period of time. The first two nights I sat on the floor by her crate and gently scratched her back. Angel did not shy away from contact but certainly did not go belly up. Gradually, she began to venture out for greater periods of time. She started to climb up onto the bed but would sit at the opposite end of where I was. On Saturday night, I gave her a special treat of some vanilla ice cream. She devoured it with enthusiasm and afterwards there was a dramatic difference in her attitude towards me. Since then Angel has been much more affectionate and playful. Apparently, ice cream is the key to Angel's heart."