Tidewater Bichon Frise RescueTouch a Bichon and you have touched a bit of heaven...
Hold a Bichon and you have held the world...
Love a Bichon and you will love life forever.
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Mary Ann & Skipper
Erik and Xena
Princess Anne, MD
Virginia Beach, VA
Virginia Beach, VA
Mary Ann & Skipper
Our beloved Olivia was adopted from TBFR when she was six years old and we were genuinely blessed to have her in our lives for a joyful seven years. Olivia suddenly began to have seizures one day in August 2013 and even with the very best of 24/7 veterinary care the cause of her seizures were never determined and she passed over the bridge peacefully in her sleep seven days later.
I was truly shattered, as I have been with the passing of all of my previous 4-legged children. Even though I cried for days, I was able to recognize through my grief that her 4-legged brother, Harley, was not coping well with the loss of Olivia and most likely needed a new canine companion. I had been talking with TBFR’s Robin (Gray) almost daily when Olivia became ill. After she passed, I told Robin that I would not adopt another Bichon because it would remind me too much of Olivia. I talked to Robin about Harley who was 14 years old needing a senior companion and that we were planning on going out that weekend around Richmond to some adoption events to see if we could find a suitable match.
It was about 30 minutes later that Robin called me back to talk about Mary Ann and Skipper. They were both 10 years old and had been previously owned by a Navy Chaplin who was being deployed and had no choice but to give them up. They had always been together, were bonded, and could only be adopted together. Robin really didn’t have to say anything else because I knew in my heart of hearts that these two dogs stood very little chance of being adopted because of their age and the fact that there were two . . . most folks don’t want to adopt two dogs and certainly not older dogs. My heart told that this was the perfect way to honor Olivia’s memory.
When I see people ignoring senior dogs at shelters or adoption events, I just don’t understand their reasoning because senior dogs are just as much in need of a forever home as puppies or younger dogs and they make the most loyal and loving companions. Usually older dogs come trained and understand most basic commands... Olivia did and so do Mary Ann and Skipper. Best of all they are housebroken... Woohoo!!!!
Older dogs are much calmer and less energetic than younger dogs and definitely don’t chew up your $175.00 pair of brand new shoes. Older dogs have learned what “no” means. If they hadn’t learned it, they wouldn’t have gotten to be “older” dogs. Teaching them “new tricks” is definitely easier since older dogs have a greater attention span than puppies. Best of all, they make great late night snuggle buddies... all five of us under the blankets, with the fireplace on, watching TV is a great night at our house! Older dogs have been around the block and have already learned what it takes to get along with others and become part of the pack.
Mary Ann and Skipper became part of the family in no time flat! Just give that older dog a chance and you will be rewarded and thanked beyond imagination with their gratitude and love. It’s an instant bond that can’t be broken. As a senior, I do not want my 4-legged children to outlive me. Providing a loving home for a dog in their golden years is not a less serious commitment, but it can be a shorter one. Mary Ann and Skipper each have their own unique and individual personalities... very much different from Olivia. They don’t remind me of her but she will be forever in my heart. Mary Ann and Skipper had been waiting at White Dog Cottage for a forever family for a while and now they wait no more!
I adopted Max a couple of months before his 9th birthday. I was so nervous, I didn't know what to expect adopting an older dog. Would he bond with me? Would he have a hard time adjusting to life in the city? Was he too old to like going for walks and playing with toys?
Maybe it was the belly rubs or the piles of toys, or his constantly wagging tail, but we bonded almost immediately. In fact, we bonded so much that we both struggled with a touch of separation anxiety for the first few weeks. Thanks to advice from TBFR and our vet, we got through it! (Though i still hate to be away from him.)
Max had no problem adjusting to city life. He is an adventurer at heart who is determined to rid the city of squirrels (if only he could catch one). He mastered the elevator on the first day and loves going for long walks city. He finds city noises or loud construction mildly interesting, but not as interesting as squirrels.
Max LOVES toys. He likes to hold a toy in his mouth on walks and squeak it to greet strangers who stop to pet him. He's so playful and cheerful that most people assume he is a puppy, but Max doesn't seem to mind as long as they pet him. When the weather is nice, we meet friends (2 and 4 legged) for dinner at outside cafes. When it's cold, we bundle up and play in the snow. Max knows the way to his favorite restaurants and his favorite place to visit is my brother's apartment.
Max also enjoys his new role as granddog. He loves visiting our family in Hampton Roads. A family vacation means that he will be instigating squirrel chases (did I mention he hates squirrels?) or fun romps with two TBFR alums, Wendy and Silvie. His grandparents are pretty great too. They spoil him with belly rubs, toys, rides, and the best treats. Max squeals with delight when he realizes it's time for a visit.
Max is so lovable, so loved and I feel so lucky to be loved by him.
Erik and Xena
Pat Carter, Princess Anne, MD
I adopted Erik and Xena last October. It seems longer, yet it’s hard to believe it’s been such a short time. We continue to adjust to one another and meld into a new family unit. I must say that the bond Erik and Xena formed from the beginning has to be a testament to their loving, good-natured selves AND, of course, the care and attention they received while in rescue. It’s an amazing and selfless thing rescuers do for these needy little guys and girls.
When I lost Yuki, my last little girl, on September 4, 2011, I was already thinking of when and from where my next “bichy” would come. We had 12 years together, though she was older than that, and no matter how many such losses one experiences, each one is unique and devastatingly difficult. After many nights of checking web sites and reading about adoptable dogs, I made contact with Rescue and it was suggested to me that Erik and Xena might be potential candidates. I read their “bios” and saw their pictures and knew that connections were forming. My initial concern was making a selection, if it came to that, because it had been seven years since I’d had two dogs together. How could I look these two in their faces and choose one over the other? Well, I didn’t have to make that decision when I met everyone in Virginia on Columbus Day. Yes, I brought them both home with me.
They are happy and playful and seemingly enjoying life. Erik is more vocal at times than Xena, especially when I’m trying to get his leash on to go out. He is quite strong, being on the large size for a bichon (and whatever else is in his genes), so we have to work on leash walking and car riding. Xena is a bit more docile, but don’t let her fool you! She can be quite dominant at times, especially over the food bowl. If I don’t stand guard at meal times, she will be in Erik’s bowl the instant she has devoured her own last morsel. Another testament to their good natures…neither one has been bothered by my meal time interventions, and Erik has never gotten upset with Xena’s “bad manners.” They quickly laid claim to places in the home, every surface to their liking and, in particular, the big chair in the living room window, their best vantage point to outside, along with the sunroom. They enjoy their selection of toys, which has grown since the “gutting” of one of their ducks shortly after arriving here, and they have gotten quite playful with one another. You know the stance and the look… It is so much fun to tear around the dining room table until the panting begins and tongues are hanging out. Ah, well, the life of a happy, forever-home dog… May they all (and we) be so lucky!
My name is Wynn and this is my rescue story.
One day when I was hiding behind my sofa, a guardian dog angel came to see me. His name was Buddy. He was now an angel and was very happy, even though he knew how sad his mom was to have to let him go. She did so, because she knew he would feel better in heaven.
Buddy knew I was very unhappy at my house and had no purpose in life. I was left alone a lot...and they did not like me. Anyway, Buddy said a lady would be coming to pick me up the next day and would take me away. He said not to be afraid because it would lead to a better life. He said that no one would believe that I was the bad dog my family said I was.
Buddy was right! The very next day a lady came for me. She took me to her house and then to a kind of camp for white dogs. There were many, many, many white dogs! They called that place White Dog Cottage. I loved it there, but I hated having to share my humans, Auntie Robin and Uncle Jack, and their lap with the other dogs.
Well, Buddy came to see me again and told me he had a plan. That night he made his sad Mom have a dream about Bichons and told her to look in the newspaper. The next day she looked in the paper and saw an ad for Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue. She called the number, got cold feet and hung up. She missed Buddy so much that she didn’t think she could love another dog. Buddy's plan had failed.
Buddy wasn’t giving up. At church that Sunday he had a lady ask his mom if she was going to Bark in the Park. She hadn’t planned to go. However, Katie (Buddy’s human sister) had a birthday party to go to across the street from the park. Several days before, Katie had gone on the TBFR website and she had seen my picture. Of course, she wanted me. Katie begged her mother to stop by the park on the way to the party, so they did. Katie usually gets her way.
Buddy’s mom met Auntie Silvie and Auntie Robin there. She tried to tell them about Buddy, but she started crying. And then they started talking, and soon the conversation became all about me. But I was with Uncle Jack in the car on my way to Bark in the Park! So, Buddy's mom decided to come back after the party so she could meet me. Well, this time, I got cold paws... There I was, looking so cute, but I got scared and growled at Buddy’s mom. I really was very scared! Katie picked me right up and gave me a big hug and told her mom I was scared. I was so scared that I scared Buddy's mom! It looked like Buddy’s plan had failed again.
Well, at least I had made an impression on Katie, who was NOT giving up! Katie usually gets her way. She made her mom promise to fill out the online application for Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue. As promised, the mom did fill the application, but she wasn’t going to push enter and send it in, really she was not going to go through with it. Thank GOD her computer skills are bad and she did it by mistake!!!! Finally, Buddy's plan was starting to work! Things were looking good. Everything was ready to go.
Just one more obstacle and that was Ru (Buddy’s dog brother). Ru doesn’t really like other dogs. Buddy told me not to worry that he would take care of him. So we went to Buddy’s house. Uncle Jack put me in the back yard and they let Ru out. Ru looked at me kind of funny. I think he thought I was Buddy’s ghost. I was very quiet. I didn’t want to blow this. Buddy was counting on me. He was tired of seeing his mom so sad. I could hear Buddy’s voice telling Ru it was ok, because I was going to be his new brother. Then we started playing. Ru liked me!
Uncle Jack called me Wynnie the Pooh and now I have Ru. As for Buddy’s Mom, well now she’s my Mom and she is so happy. She loves me so much!! She doesn’t cry about Buddy anymore and she knows that there is a little part of Buddy in me. After all, Buddy did pick me out of all the other dogs. Well, I know you humans think you rescue us, but sometimes we rescue you. My name is Wynn and that’s how I rescued Buddy’s Mom and made her MY Mom.
Linda Watkins, Virginia Beach, VA
It was, without doubt, the darkest days of my entire life!
Within an 18-month period, I lost my beloved Mother and both of my special little "boys": my two Bichons, Shawn and Mickey. Left alone in our grief was my Mother's little 10-year old Bichon (Lady) and myself. I hated to leave Lady alone to even go to the grocery store -- afraid that she would think that I also wouldn't be coming back to her.
After deciding that Lady and I both needed a new Bichon puppy in our life, I started my search in the newspapers and online. When I found Jack and Robin's Bichon Rescue Site (Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue) and saw all those little homeless "Fluffs," I knew God had led me to them.
After watching Lady mourning her Mommy, I then understood that there were older Bichons wondering what happened to their Mommies or Daddies!! Within 48 hours of submitting my online application and being telephonically interviewed, Jack and Robin came to my home for the in-person interview.
That's the day my life (and Lady's) changed forever---for that's the day 9-year-old Peanut came into our lives. He walked in the front door, carrying this little toy pig in his mouth, and dropped it at my feet; thus starting the never ending game of "FETCH-THE-PIG." He is the sweetest, happiest, most loving little guy in the world. That eventful day was almost a year ago, and even though we'll soon be celebrating his tenth birthday, don't tell him he's not a two-year-old puppy!!!
The DeWitts, Zuni, VA
Our first Bichon was named Spooky. In June of last year - my husband and I lost "The Spookman" after sharing his life for 18 years and 9 months!!!! What a joy he was - what a special "man" he was and we miss him terribly.
Well, missing him is one thing - but the pain of not having a little white fur ball to love and cuddle on my lap (although we do have a very affectionate cat) - has been very difficult. There were so many things he and I did together.
So....after praying a lot and searching my heart I decided to complete an application to Bichon Rescue. I was told that I wanted "a perfect dog" and they rarely existed. (I already knew that) - but low and behold - much more quickly than I ever expected, Bichon Rescue introduced my husband and I to an 8 year old - full of energy and love - Bichon who "loved" cats and needed a "forever home."
I was a bit reluctant to meet an 8-year-old Bichon since even after having Spooky nearly 19 years - it seemed too short! But Henry visited and "he was the perfect dog!" Since Henry moved in, he has bonded with our cat, and loves both my husband and I. Although he has some behavioral traits of Spooky - he really is very different (and that's just fine with us!) I am surprised he's 8 - as he out runs me - and certainly my husband. He's handsome, loving, energetic, attentive, playful, and healthy. I know we will all have many fun years together.
I've known Bichon Rescue for many years - but this was my first adoption from them - and I must say that they certainly are on a mission of love! Thank God for Bichon Rescue - and I thank God that Henry was there - "waiting to fill our home with love."
Blizzard is much loved and happy with his family.
Joe and Sherry Abrami, Virginia Beach, VA
My husband and I adopted a 10 year old Bichon Frise named Honey. I have to say, especially after my initial hesitation about an older dog, that I am so very glad we have her. She is a wonderful little dog that quickly blended into our family. She's healthy, frisky and alert. She zooms! Honey loves to play tug of war with her duck (or my slipper). Actually, she has an upstairs and a downstairs toy basket. Yes, we have stairs and there isn't a day that Honey doesn't beat me to the top of them. In fact, if our Honey Bun and any more zeal or energy, we wouldn't be able to keep up with her. My husband frequently says: "There's no way she can be ten. Look at her!"
Honey loves going for a walk; sitting in her bicycle cart for a ride; or doing yard work with me. She just loves to be with me no matter what I'm doing! What a joyful little companion she is. We are excited about sharing our first Christmas with Honey. It will be a challenge to get her to leave the wrappings on the gifts until Christmas morning, but we are looking forward to the fun of it.
I guess you can tell that I love my Honey Bun and would not change anything about her. Sometimes I regret that we missed the first half of her life. However, given the energy bundle she is at ten, I honestly don't know if I could have handled or successfully trained a Bichon puppy. But I shudder to think that I almost "passed" on this amazing little dog because she was ten years "old".
When I first learned of Honey's history, I wanted to bring her into our home to love and spoil her. I so wanted her memories to be healed, but I would be remiss if I didn't say that Honey has brought healing to my heart in so many ways as well. Thank you, Lord for Honey Bun.
Silvie can tell you all about her journey on her blog: Silvieon4.com
Tucker’s original owners disliked him. Now he has a family that loves him. Tucker and big sister, Katie, mom and dad.