In this
issue:
- Join us for the CPR
Reunion! Picnic with Poodles
- Emilia's First
Anniversary Blog, Part 1
- Happy Tails
- Why I Volunteer for CPR
- 2016 CPR Calendar Winners
- Feature
Pet: Myra
- Rainbow Bridge
- Upcoming Events
- CPR Wishlist
Events will be
held throughout the day including: 
In mid-August a year ago I was live trapped
- tricked by evil people! I was mad, scared, and horribly
depressed. Eventually, I ended up at Carolina Poodle
Rescue (CPR) - Dreamweaver Farm. As you see from my
picture, I am a proud (but still a bit timid), beautiful,
red gold dog with slipper feet to die for! I am probably a
golden retriever mix although Dad swears I am part coyote
[based on the ears and the yodeling]. I am most decidedly
NOT even part poodle but was saved by CPR anyway so I
could meet my forever parents. The CPR team cleaned me up,
gave me shots and named me Mila. 
I discovered I had two funny looking, yowly
sisters who still baffle me [cats] in addition to my two
dog brothers. All day I ran and hid from Mom and Dad; I
trembled waiting for something AWFUL to happen. Once Mom
threw me a treat and I panicked - it was not pretty! Mom
learned to not throw things toward me or I would melt
down. However, at bedtime, even the first night, I rolled
onto my back to get a belly scratch. Mom was shocked and
gently rubbed my belly. After a couple of days, I even
licked her arm [these were the softest butterfly kisses I
have ever gotten]. Mom and Dad were baffled. [The
difference in her behavior between day and nighttime was
like a dog version of Jekyll and Hyde. We later learned it
was likely that was once loved and had a nighttime routine
as a puppy]. 
After three days I sneaked into an open gate
in the backyard and through the open back sliding door
into the house [she did not fall for the live trap again].
Mom was waiting for me and gave me food (yummm, I was
hungry) and a big belly rub and ear scratching before we
went to bed. But with a taste of freedom, I found one of
my passions - I kept finding ways to escape, but more on
that later! 
It
was time for
another
baby--my
children were
grown; my
standard
poodle that I
had for twelve
years passed
away; and I
moved 1,000
miles away
from home. As
I started to
look for a
dog, I found
Carolina
Poodle Rescue
online. It was
appalling that
so many dogs
were available
for adoption.
How could so
many dogs need
homes?! 
He
was found on
the streets of
North Carolina
with matted
hair and
covered with
fleas. Thanks
to a wonderful
foster mom he
was much
recovered by
the time that
I met him.
Flea-less with
very short
hair, he was
shy but jumped
onto my lap
within ten
minutes of our
meeting.
Before we even
got home to
the Sunshine
State, I named
him Coconut. 
It
all started
with Trace. My
heart dog.
Trace has been
with us for
nearly all of
his ten years
and I need him
like I need
air. Trace is
a large,
striking
standard
Poodle. He was
my first
Poodle and
sparked my
deep love of
the breed.
When Trace had
been with us
for about 18
months he let
us know he
needed a
companion. I
googled
"Poodle Rescue
Carolina" and
the rest, as
they say, is
history.
I
tried a couple
of different
volunteer
opportunities
until I found
what was right
for me. This
is the beauty
of
volunteering
for CPR. There
is plenty to
do so it's not
difficult to
find what
suits your
volunteer
personality. I
remember my
first
transport,
which is not
hard to do
since he
became part of
our family.
Yep, failed my
very first
transport.
Sweet Myra came
from a hoarding situation so she
is a little shy at first. Once
she bonds with someone that bond
will be very strong--she gets
really attached to people who
pay her attention and are kind
to her. She would love a home
where someone is home most of
the time; she likes to be with
her person or people. 
October
4 - Wake
Forest, NC
