An Interview with Tiger the LCAL Ambassador


Good Morning and Happy Sunday! We’ve had a beautiful weekend and it has given me the opportunity to romp and play! My name is Tiger and at seven years old, I am the third member of the Old Guys Rule and Young Guys Drool association at Last Chance at Life Rescue (LCAL). My glamour photo is above! The last two weeks you’ve met Henry the Love Bug and Sweet and Sassy Stewart. Today, it is a chance for you to hear My Story!

I am around 50 pounds, a sweet goofy boxer, and curious about everything! Excuse me for a moment. We have some guests. “Hey guys Welcome! Come on in! I heard you are wanting to adopt a bird. I love birds! Would you consider giving me a forever home? If not, some head scratches and hugs would be nice.”


As I was saying, I love to play and go on long walks in cooler weather. I am not too keen on sharing my Humans with other dogs. So, I will need to be the only fur child. Excuse me for a moment, there is my best friend Leyla and she looks like she could use a hug.


I am inquisitive. Some might think a little bit nosey – but that is just because I am interested in everything! I am also very good at entertaining myself when my Humans are too busy to play. Excuse me for a moment. What is this over here on the counter? “Hey Leyla! Looks like my dinner was delivered!”


Leyla tells me “No counter surfing allowed!” But sometimes I just can’t help myself. There are so many interesting things to see and smell here in the office!


As you can see, I am affectionate and I can’t wait to have a deep bond with my Forever Family. I have the right amount of energy to walk and hike. And wherever my family is – is where you will find me. Excuse me for a moment. I hear something interesting. “Leyla! I love when you let me hang out in the Welcome Area. I think I should be the LCAL Ambassador. Or at least on the Welcome Committee.”


Training me will be a snap. I already have nice leash manners and I am so eager to please. I am also quite bright! Leyla says I have a colorful personality but a heart of gold. And that pretty much sums me up. If you are a Forever Family looking for a medium energy healthy Old Guy, who loves walks, family time, and hugs. I am your Guy!! Call and make an appointment to meet me!!

Last Chance at Life
3308 Mission Avenue
Oceanside, CA 92058
Phone: (442) 615-7437
Email: Info@LastChanceAtLife.org8 Mission Avenue
Oceanside, CA 92058

Mona’s Adoptiversary

An Update from Mona:

Friday was my Adoptiversary!  Mom and I celebrated our first year together by going XC skiing with our friend Nyles (also one of my favorite people!)  The snow was so deep and there were so many smells to stick my nose into. I think playing in the snow is my favorite thing – I’m a husky after all. Though we go skiing regularly, this time was extra special because I found a big pile of deer poop to roll around in! Mom yelled at me to stop (for some reason she doesn’t like it when I do this) but I just laughed at her, “you can’t stop me when you have skis on!”  I did have to take a bath when we got home, but I smelled wonderful while it lasted!

I love the snow!

Mom and her brother, the Hotdog man (AKA: Matthew) say that I cause a lot of trouble.  I sleep on the couch, I like to fish dirty spatulas out of the sink, and bury trash in the snow in the backyard.  However, I like to remind them that I have grown up a lot in the last year.  For example, I don’t bite the Hotdog man anymore!  I also haven’t run away since last summer!  I didn’t know any tricks a year ago, and now I know a bunch and I will always perform for a cookie.  Shake is my favorite, Mom says it reminds her of another dog, Sully, who use to live with her parents, you may have read his story too.  Though, I am a very smart girl, I never do anything I don’t want to, and I don’t always agree it’s time to leave the Dog Park when Mom is ready to go Home.

Me and my boyfriend, Bill!

Mom credits her friend Gus for fixing a lot of my so called “behavioral problems” and helping me overcome my fear of strange situations.  I always love going for sleepovers at house when Mom is out of town because I get to go hiking with him and all the Summit Pups.  I especially love going because I get to see Bill.  Bill is Gus’s dog, and whether he knows it or not, Bill is my boyfriend.  I love him sooooo much.  Whenever we see each other we wrestle for hours!  My relationship with Bill makes Mom think that I need a brother or a sister, but Hotdog man says “NO!”.  Honestly, I’m okay with doggy play dates and the dog park, I don’t want to share cuddles with Mom and my spot on the bed with anyone else!  However, I did meet my first tiny human when Mom’s friends came to watch the Super Bowl a few weeks ago!  Her name was Cami and it was so much fun to follow her around the house and we seem to like all the same kind of toys!  I wonder where we can get a ”Cami” for OUR house.

A selfie of me in Mom’s (MY) bed!

Anyway, I am a whole year older and wiser and I have mostly learned what it means to live with a family, and I’m liking it! I may get in a little trouble from time to time, but I am so much better than I use to be!  On to an even better year!

An Interview with Henry the Love Bug


Good Morning! Happy Daylight Savings Sunday! I am so excited about the clocks moving forward because it means extra time for walks in the evenings! And nothing beats a good long walk at a brisk pace. In fact, Tracy my foster mom, says it takes me a good mile to slow down. I am the oldest member of the Old Guys Rule – Young Guys Drool association at Last Chance at Life Rescue (LCAL). But I act the youngest. My glamour photo is above. I am nine years old going on two and I find joy in everything I do! Last week you met my buddy Stewart. He is my sassy sweet friend. But this week is a chance to tell you My Story!

I am a strong 80 pounds and I currently live with my foster family. I LOVE my foster brother Smokey. Smokey is a big black fuzzy Shepard. Mom says I have been good for Smokey. He isn’t sleeping as much since I arrived. I play lots of games with him. My favorite is Keep Away! I grab my stuffed animals (Did I tell you I LOVE stuffed animals?) and I toss them around in the air. Then, I run and grab them and jump around, before Smokey moves a muscle. It is great fun! This is a picture of me with one of my favorite Stuffies.


Oh! Don’t tell Stewart! But I also like my foster cat! Mom caught me sneaking up on Cat with my tail wagging and a delighted look on my face. I was thinking “Where has this fuzzy little friend been hiding? Let’s play!” (Cat would be a great for those times when Smokey is napping.) This is me saying “Pleeeaaase play with me!”


Yesterday, we went to a beach campground for my interview! Campgrounds are magical places! So many families having fun! I wanted to go visit all of them! Mom, told me “No, these families don’t want to play with you right now. And you are disrupting the peace. Campgrounds are quiet places.” A good snack would have helped with this disappointment – but we forgot snacks. So, first I tried to sit on laps for comfort. When that wasn’t happening, I rolled around on the ground with Smokey. That helped. I love Smokey. Here is a picture of me and Smokey playing in our backyard!


Truth be told, I can be a bit of a handful. In my past, I was contained rather than trained and it shows when I am feeling happy and enthusiastic. But Mom says I am super smart and eager to please. She has taught me hand signals for basic commands and I enjoy making Mom happy. An active Forever Family who’d be committed to training me would be best. I am so smart, that training will be a piece of cake! Forget that old adage because I am living proof that “Old dogs CAN learn new tricks!!” (Hey did someone mention cake? Because I LOVE cake!)

Back to my Forever Family, it would be wonderful if there was someone home during the day to keep me company. I LOVE company. And I would be ecstatic in a home that already has fur babies or older kids to play with! Some people worry about adopting older dogs. I am here to tell you that I am not your typical Old Guy! I am healthier than most dogs half my age. Most important, I know that I have been given a second chance at a forever home and will reward my Humans with devotion. If you think you might be My Forever Family, I would love to meet you!

Last Chance at Life
3308 Mission Avenue
Oceanside, CA 92058
Phone: (442) 615-7437

An Interview with Sweet and Sassy Stewart


Hello! Happy Friday! I would like to introduce myself. I am Stewart. My glamour photo is above! At eight years old, I am a member of the “Old Guys Rule and Young Guys Drool” association at Last Chance at Life Rescue (LCAL). Henry, Bowser and Tiger are my fellow Old Guys. It is just us boys since Mindy left for her sleepover this week. Mindy kept us presentable but she has joined her Forever Family and left us old guys to hold down the kennel. You will hear more about Henry, Bowser and Tiger another day. Today, is My Story.

I am on the smaller side for a German Shepherd at 70 pounds. Even though I am eight, I am pretty energetic and have a lot to say to the other dogs at LCAL. I LOVE to run, explore and have fun. Even though I have been cooped up in the shelter, I have pretty good leash manners. Like a typical shepherd, I am very smart (if I do say so myself) and can be a little determined. Just the other day, I gave one of the new walkers a little bit of sass when she tried to put me back in the kennel. “Don’t take me back to the Klink lady! I was meant to be Free!” My best friend Nicci was having none of my antics and with a little push on my booty I was behind bars again. (I like to break in the new volunteers. Hee Hee. All harmless fun – I’m not a bully. I just want you to know that I’ve still got it going on!) Along those lines, I understand basic commands but sometimes decide to do my own thing – unless a treat is involved. I do enjoy a good treat – preferably peanut butter.

Excuse me for a moment, while you humans are distracted, I would like to check this bench for snacks. I know they were in here the other day. Just want to make sure Henry didn’t pilfer any. You know how Labs can be around snacks.

More than anything, I love my walks. I pull a little on the leash but settle down quickly. A Forever Family who enjoys hiking and walking would be ideal. I am very scheduled about my potty breaks and as long as I am not kenneled for too long, I rarely have an accident. Here is a picture of me with my best friend Nicci on our walk.


Today was a great day! Because of my interview, I had extra time outside and made sure to check on my buddies. Walks are the highlight of my day!


LCAL takes good care of me, but nothing beats sleeping in your own bed, eating your own snacks, and loving your own Person. Some people worry about adopting older dogs. As an Old Guy, I am here to tell you that older dogs make great companions. We have nice manners, we understand basic commands, we appreciate routines, and we sleep when you sleep! Most important, us older dogs know that we have been given a second chance at a forever home and we reward our Humans with affection and loyalty. If you think you might be My Forever Family, I would love to meet you!

Last Chance at Life
3308 Mission Avenue
Oceanside, CA 92058
Phone: (442) 615-7437

California Cody TPLO Surgery Days 1-3


Good Morning and Happy Saturday!  I wanted to give everyone an update on my TPLO recovery.  Early Wednesday morning, Dad took me to Dr. Anderson at Bernardo Heights Animal Hospital.  I was so excited to go for a ride in the car!  But when we got to the vets, I panicked.  As they led me away, I kept looking over my shoulder at dad saying “Hey don’t leave me Dad!”  But he knew I was in good hands.

Dad picked me up later that night.  The plan was to use a kennel borrowed from Last Chance at Life for the ride home.  But my giant head didn’t fit in the kennel with the equally giant Cone of Shame.  So, Dad lifted me into the back seat of the truck.  I was still groggy.  When we got home everyone was so happy to see me!  Abby was very upset that Mom put Gate up to keep us apart.  (But Abby can be a bit like a buffalo in a china shop.  And right now my knee is like fine china.)


I told Mom and Dad, “Gate can’t stay there.  Abby has to be able to get to her Bathtub!”  Mom and Dad agreed to move Gate and now Abby and I can see each other.  And she is right outside her Bathtub room for hiding when things get scary!


Speaking of scary things….the Cone of Shame startled me at first because I kept bumping it into everything.  But, Dr. Anderson was very firm about the Cone.  It has to stay on for two weeks because licking the surgical site could cause a bad infection.   I tried to take it off a few times – but that Cone is tricky.

Mom and Dad opted for the long acting local analgesic placed at the surgical site of the knee and this has really helped with pain management.  I was able to eat dinner my first night and I ate EVERYTHING!  (No one should be particularly surprised about this.)   I wasn’t peeing though.  I just couldn’t get comfortable.  When Dad gave me a sedative a few hours later, I finally peed all over the floor.  This upset me a lot because I am a big boy and I don’t pee in the house.  But Dad said it was okay.  Accidents happen.  The next day I peed and pooped outside.  I didn’t want any more accidents!

My outside activity is limited to very short leash walks around the yard for five minutes or less.  Mom and Dad are using a sling to keep me from slipping on the floors and to step off the deck.  I don’t mind the sling.  It helps me feel secure.

By the end of yesterday, Mom could tell that the biggest challenge was going to be keeping me quiet for 16 weeks.  I wanted to run and jump and play.  Mom took Abby on a walk and left me behind.  I howled and barked so loudly, she could hear me down the street.  So, Mom felt bad and took me outside for half hour to get a little sun.


Today, I went back to Bernardo Heights for my three day check up.  They said I looked great!  I have normal swelling and bruising and Dr. Anderson suggested a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a cloth to help.  “Yum!  Peas!”  I go back again in two weeks to have my stitches and staples taken out.  Two more weeks of controlled leash walks and no playing.  But then Cone of Shame gets to come off!  Hurray!  Mom says “Baby steps Cody.”  I will Blog again when Cone is off so I don’t look so silly.  Thank you for checking in with me!

Cody The California Rescue Dog

My name is Cody. I am a California Rescue Dog and I joined Abby. Abby is my sister and together we chase the skate boarders who fly by our house in the afternoons. We like to play with my deflated basketball in the yard. (Okay I play and Abby sunbathes.) We also guard our house against Cat who prowls along our fence posts. AND we like to hold paws in the evenings while we snooze before bedtime.

We were adopted after Sully and Eli lost their battles with cancer in 2017. Their type of cancer is quite common in Labradors and grows quickly and silently. Abby and I cannot replace Eli and Sully. But we can help make the house a little less quiet. We are good at that. We fill an empty space left by Emma and Matt launching into their own new adventures, another cross country move away from family and friends, and the loss of the Virginia Rescue Dogs who were well loved. This is MY Story.

First Things First: MY TPLO Surgery
Tomorrow, I am going to have a scary surgery. I am hoping that by sharing my recovery it will help other Rescue Dogs and their Families. When I was young, I injured my knees. This type of injury is caused by a ligament tear in the knee (cranial cruciate tear). Some vets believe the tear occurs when dogs are neutered too early (before one year). Early neutering may affect the ligament’s growth causing the tear. Most dogs who have a tear in one knee will eventually have a tear in the other knee.

Mom and Dad were very nervous about the surgery so they brought me to three veterinarians for opinions before making a decision. We tried more conservative approaches to my knee: pain medication, supplements, and exercise to build strength. But I am four years old and I already have arthritis in my knee. I have pain most days and I can’t sit comfortably. Mom and Dad decided my quality of life depended on the surgery. TPLO is expensive, and so I was lucky that Last Chance at Life (LCAL) volunteered to cover the cost. LCAL rescued me TWICE before finally placing me with Mom and Dad. They actually paid to repair my first knee when I lived in foster care. Now they are paying for the other knee. So, I am grateful for their commitment to me. They have truly given me a new chance at life. After two rescues and two surgeries, I know how blessed I am to have Lisa and her team!

Wednesday I will go to have my knee repaired. TPLO surgery is used to stabilize my knee joint. The recovery is around 16 weeks and I will have to be kept in a small area so that I don’t hurt myself. I won’t be able to hold paws with Abby for a while or play in the yard. But I know this is important and Abby will wait for me. Wish me luck and I will write again when I come home. Mom is going to post some pictures and I told her “No pictures with the Cone of Shame, Mom!”

Taking Matters into My Own Hands

By John TBK

When Bridget, our Saint Bernard puppy, was about a year old, my job was to walk her every night.  Bridget was still in her chewing stage and if we weren’t careful our 18 month old daughter’s little toys and belongings would be chewed up or would simply disappear.  The nighttime walk in the winter months in upstate New York was often very cold and wet and Bridget was a dawdler, sniffing and searching for the perfect location to do her business. We often walked along the edge of a nearby farmer’s field, which was one of Bridget’s favorite spots with its many earthy and animal scents.  One cold January night, the walk was taking much longer than usual, and when Bridget finally was satisfied with a spot, it seemed like it was taking forever, to complete the act.   I stepped behind her to see what the problem was, and there I saw the dangling, white cloth baby diaper.  Bridget was doing her best to move things along, but I could see it was going to be a long night.  I knew couldn’t leave her like that, or bring her home in that condition, so I bent down and gave Bridget a helping hand.