tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149030462024-03-07T00:13:41.301-06:00Behind the Red DoorStop in and see what's going on behind the scenes at Red Door Animal Shelter!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-1890077601958828512014-07-02T11:02:00.000-05:002014-07-02T11:02:41.940-05:00Bang! Boom! Bam! Protecting Your Dog over the July 4th Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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animal shelters are around the 4</span></span><sup style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">th</sup><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> of July holidays. Red Door
volunteers know from experience: a few years ago, five of them were trying to
catch a frightened, runaway dog galloping through a city alley just after a
nearby park’s fireworks display.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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caught that dog and got it returned to its proper home, but there are easier
ways to protect your resident canine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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neighborhood, make sure your dog gets lots of exercise earlier that day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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dogs can make like Houdini and disappear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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keep any pet outside during the July 4<sup>th</sup> holiday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the windows shut. Turn on the TV or radio or put some soothing music {not the
1812 Overture!] n the stereo. Fans or sound machines also help mask outside noises.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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comfortable during loud noises if the outside world is shut out as much as
possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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shirt fitted snugly around the dog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that’s a good option. Some dogs like
bathrooms [maybe it’s the lack of windows?]. Wherever your dog feels more
relaxed—even if it’s under the bed- let him stay there. Provide some fun chew
toys or Kongs to help distract Fido.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Bam! outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-52350510593037715352014-06-26T10:54:00.000-05:002014-06-26T11:25:43.925-05:00Peek-a-Boo I see you!<i id="yui_3_16_0_1_1403796417473_3832">One
day a woman dropped a cat off at Blue Pearl Veterinary Partners, saying
she had found the cat but couldn't care for it. The cat was scared and
very shy, but otherwise seemed healthy. Fortunately, a Red Door board
member was there at the time, so the cat--now named Peekaboo because of
she was hiding under a towel in a box--came to the shelter.</i><br />
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<i id="yui_3_16_0_1_1403796417473_3876">Peekaboo was adopted and here is our Friday Feel Good story, told by her adopter Erin:</i></div>
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<span id="yiv1671259530yui_3_16_0_1_1403721691899_32878">A
few months prior to adopting Peekaboo, I had lost my orange tabby to
complications from emergency surgery. I thought I would not be able to
have another pet for quite sometime. Then I found Red Door. </span></div>
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<span id="yiv1671259530yui_3_16_0_1_1403721691899_32869">A
friend of a friend had recommended the shelter; she donates each year
with her family and had recently adopted a kitten. She spoke highly of
the staff and the organization in general. I had done some research
online as well and was impressed with Red Door mission statement and
website. </span></div>
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<span id="yiv1671259530yui_3_16_0_1_1403721691899_32878">I
visited the website and read nearly every profile for the adoptable
cats. I made mental notes of the cats that seemed easy going and
friendly but noticed that I kept returning the Peekaboo’s profile
because of her big green eyes and tabby face. A couple weeks later, I
submitted my application thinking I would just visit—I wasn’t 100% sure I
would adopt, but wanted to see if I could connect with any of the cats.
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<span id="yiv1671259530yui_3_16_0_1_1403721691899_32880">When
my sister and I visited, the staff was very friendly. We met several
cats (and bunnies). I didn’t see Peekaboo, so I asked if she was
available to meet. As I said her name, she came walking out from one of
the back rooms and jumped up onto her perch above some of the rabbit
pens. She laid down in what I can only assume was “her spot” in a
little cat bed right next to where my sister and I happened to be
standing. </span></div>
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<span id="yiv1671259530yui_3_16_0_1_1403721691899_32880">She
was very sweet, though shy, and let us pet her. Despite my best
efforts of restraint, I had made a new friend and knew I had to take her
home. She was shy at the shelter, but affectionate when both my sister
and I petted her. I knew with a little bit of patience and care she
would make the adjustment to living in my home. </span></div>
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Now
she is doing very well. She is becoming more confident and has even
begun greeting me at the door. She's still unsure when guests visit, but
she no longer runs to her hiding spot. Her favorite place is on a
blanket on the couch or on the window sill. She's a great girl with a
loud motor--she also continues to chirp and trill, especially when it's
time for her wet food or if she's being particularly playful.<br />
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Thank you again for allowing me to adopt such a great cat.</div>
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<span class="yiv1671259530Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><i>Thank you! We love a happy ending.</i> </span></div>
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<span class="il">Charles</span> was brought to me by Red Door when his previous family could no longer care for him. Red Door needed a foster for Charles, and I* agreed to take him here at <a href="http://www.centralbarkusa.com/chicagoavondale" target="_blank">Central Bark</a>. Charles was very timid when he first arrived, but he immediately
attached himself to me. I believe in these situations, homeless dogs do
that as a survival mechanism; I am so happy that he did because I
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<span class="il">Charles</span> fit in right away when he came to the
day care and even when he came home with me. He has a strong
personality and is the boss of my pitbull!! I could tell that he was so
grateful to be with me. He loved me and showed his love to me
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It was clear what would happen next - I adopted <span class="il">Charles</span> in September. Although his paperwork says age unknown he looked to be about 8 years old. He is not big on play time, and his favorite thing to do is to be in my arms. When he sees me through the playgroup window at the day care, he
starts jumping uncontrollably for me!! As far as treats go, he eats
anything and everything!! He actually was overweight when I first
adopted him. Now that he is a slim boy, I cannot believe when I see
his chubby pics!<br />
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<span class="il">Charles</span> has been an absolute treasure to me. I cannot even imagine my life without my boy!</div>
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*Bonnie ,Charles' human, runs <a href="http://www.centralbarkusa.com/chicagoavondale" target="_blank">Central Bark</a>, a doggy day care in the Avondale Chicago neighborhood. You can find them at:</div>
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Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-62661035262339034402014-05-16T09:27:00.001-05:002014-05-16T09:27:04.651-05:00Let's Get Vertical! Cam's Story<div class="MsoNormal">
Our rabbit adventure began when we first got Mac, a 3lb.
mini lop we had gotten from family who could no longer keep him. He went from a
bunny who lived for 2 years in a cage to being cage-less and hopping the house
“free-range” within a few weeks. After a 1.5 year battle with various ailments
that took away his mobility and visiting Dr. Horton at Chicago Exotics every 3
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It took over a month to even bring ourselves to go to Red
Door just to meet some bunnies, but one afternoon we finally did. My partner sat
with 20 different rabbits but I stayed with the same one, Cam, the entire time.
Cam was taken in by Red Door when his previous owners surrendered him to the
Animal Welfare League. He would have been put to sleep had Red Door not gotten
a hold of him. Cam was on his back legs desperate for attention when we walked
in. He climbed on me and groomed me, did big binkies and even gave me kisses! When
I switched places with my partner Cam did the same, and we knew <u>he had
chosen us</u>. We adopted Cam from Red Door in April of 2012. <o:p></o:p><br />
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In a lot of ways Cam was completely different from our
beloved Mac. Mac couldn't judge depth so he only spent time up on the couch
when we put him up with us watching TV. Cam on the other hand jumps easily from
the floor onto the back of the couch from behind it. When we brought Cam home
we used a folding fence to give him a run while we bunny proofed the house. Mac
also didn't chew anything but Cam thinks chords are a delicacy so we had a lot
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Cam was all about getting vertical as soon as we got him
home. He would sit up on the back of the couch and try to figure out a way to
get up higher. Mac was terrified of heights, and Cam is fearless. Cam’s jumping
across from one couch to another like he’s Superman with his paws outstretched scared
us. It was hard to get used to him wanting to climb everything at first because
Mac couldn't do those things. Once we realized his cat-like abilities it went
from “oh no he’s going to fall” to a cute Cam thing. He just loves heights!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then we discovered 1 tiny/big problem: Cam can jump a 4-foot
fence with ease. His very short stay in a pen was over, so we watched what he
might get into and picked it up or got rid of it. He was our little shadow; whatever
room we were in he wanted to be in so we went through our process of
elimination based on what he seemed interested in destroying. Because he is an
expert Cord Sniper we actually ran cable wiring that had been down low up to
the ceiling and put in conduit to protect other wires we couldn't move.<o:p></o:p><br />
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It took Cam a month to realize that the bed was just 3 feet
off the ground and an easy jump. He has slept with us ever since. He is our
little sentinel guarding us most of the night. He goes out on patrol around the
house and out to the living room to eat a little, play with some toys, and
eventually comes back to bed. All we have to do is ask, “Cam, are you ready for
bed?”, and he tears off into the bedroom and waits for us (he LOVES bedtime!). Lately
he’s taken to flopping on my pillow and snuggling with my head. By morning he’s
usually out in the living room playing, but when he hears the alarm he sprints
back to the bed excited that we’re getting up. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Cam enjoys his routine of napping in the afternoon on the
dining room chairs. He eats his salads in the living room and brings us food
off his plate from time to time to share (usually a piece of Romaine or a
cilantro stem or Italian parsley). Once in a while I wake up with a piece of
lettuce or a toy he’s carried in to leave for me. He hangs out with us at night
on the couch watching TV and playing in the living room. We have a litterbox in
every room we/he spends a lot of time in, so he has perfect litter box habits.
So perfect that 2 years ago when we put the Christmas tree where his litter box
should be and moved the box about 4 feet over, he wouldn't use that box all
month and instead went all the way to the bedroom to use the box there instead.
There were no accidents, but he wouldn't use the box in the wrong spot out of
protest! We moved the tree location last year, and he was thrilled. We also had
to build a fence around the Christmas tree. Mac used slept under it, ran around
it, unwrapped presents, and do other cute, harmless bunny things, but Cam wants
to climb it and eat the light strings. He does spend a lot of time in December
trying to brainstorm ways to get inside the fence. He’s quite the little
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Cam loves when people come over. He assumes everyone is
there for him and makes his rounds for pets and attention. I take that back -
Cam loves everyone except our cleaning lady. We love her, but to him she’s the
woman who moves his toys and gets him locked in the master bedroom, bathroom
and office for 3 hours once every 2 weeks and “it is so rude that I am being
confined” (he wanted me to make sure that was a direct quote for all you humans
out there). She adores him and cares so much about our rabbits that she will
dust off Mac’s ashes and paw print mold. Cam repays her love and affection for
her by grunting and charging at her. He really thinks he’s tough when it comes
to defending his turf!<o:p></o:p><br />
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I was in the hospital last summer for a month because of
pneumonia. I had been getting sick for weeks (lesson learned, go to the doctor
and don’t assume it’s a bad asthma year!), and when the paramedics took me out
of the house unconscious Cam knew something was really wrong. Once I came home
he never left my side for more than a few minutes. He brought me lots of food
from his salads, and he would wake me up every 20 minutes to make sure I was
breathing. It seemed like he was barely sleeping at all trying to take care of me.
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People who've never had a bunny or had one and locked them
in a cage/didn't interact with them are missing out. Both of our bunnies had
huge personalities and were eager to be part of the family. We never planned to
have a bunny when we agreed to take in Mac all those years ago, and we knew
nothing about them. Both Cam and Mac have shown us how loyal, caring,
thoughtful and funny rabbits can be. I can’t imagine our lives without a bunny
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Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-12962533343006474072014-05-09T08:13:00.002-05:002014-05-09T09:43:40.297-05:00How to Let Rabbits Take Over Your Home, Part 3: The Resilient RabbitThe rabbits, they have taken over my home! It started with <a href="http://behindthereddoor.blogspot.com/2014/04/how-to-let-rabbits-take-over-your-home.html" target="_blank">Squid</a> in March, then <a href="http://behindthereddoor.blogspot.com/2014/05/how-to-let-rabbits-take-over-your-home.html" target="_blank">Orca</a> the foster-turned-permanent-bunny in August. We were almost a full house with two rabbits and their pens and Squiddy's general goodness and Orca's unpredictable bladder. And my pup with anxiety. And my husband's busy life and my busy life. I did not fully understand what a "takeover" meant until Pilot came along.<br />
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In the fall of 2013, a young girl witnessed two boys/monsters actually throwing and kicking a small brown rabbit around in a school yard and told her mom (what an awesome girl!). Mom brought the rabbit to Chicago Exotics where he was treated for cuts and abrasions on his abdomen. He was transferred to Red Door and affectionately named Tumble after his ordeal with the boys. I'm not sure what it was about his story and his survival and resilience, but he seemed like a very special rabbit and one I very much looked forward to seeing when I visited the shelter. Although I very much wanted to adopt him, the practical side of my brain spoke up and told me no, he'd find a wonderful family and a wonderful home to call his own. He will be ok.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pilot enjoying exercise time at Red Door</td></tr>
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Red Door is very crowded around the holidays with boarding bunnies. At Thanksgiving, volunteers were asked to foster adoptable rabbits to make space for the vacationers. Liz, knowing that I was very fond of Tumble, sent me home with him. Friends and family joked, "Oh, by 'fostering' do you mean you're adopting him like the last one?"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pilot on Thanksgiving hanging out in the bathroom.</td></tr>
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Tumble was an excellent house guest; he was (to my surprise) a snuggler and would crawl into anyone's lap to get some nice pets on his head. He was not as in your face like Orca, and he was not shy like Squid. We joked that he was a 'medium' bunny and that he would be a good middle ground between our two rabbits who had very different personalities. His run time took place in our small bathroom, and we found him on top of our toilet a few times (thank goodness the seat was down).<br />
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It only took a week in our home to decide that we were going to adopt him. On the day we made the commitment we noticed that he was having some GI issues, and because he was still a foster rabbit at the time, we brought him back to Red Door so they could have him vet checked before his adoption. His GI issues were minor: sensitivities to certain greens and treats, so we just had to keep his diet mild with Romaine and flat leaf parsley. Phew. He was going to be ok. We also found out he was much younger than we thought - only about 8 months old. To this day it is still so unbelievable that he was so cruelly abused at such a tiny age (6 months).<br />
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All three of our rabbits have new names; we loved the names that Red Door chose for them. They were clever and fit a part of their physical description or story. But we felt like new names should come with the new chapter in their lives, the new home and the new family. And all of our rabbits have ocean themed names, so Tumble is now Pilot Renji Tumble, or more commonly just Pilot... or Pi... or P-Pi. Or Piiiiiiiiloooooooooooot when he is getting into something he's not supposed to.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only photo of Pilot, Orca & Squid being uncivilized rabbits.</td></tr>
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Since Orca had effectively gotten himself kicked out of the pen he shared with Squid we thought to try bonding Squid and Pilot. The first time we put them together things seemed ok; Pilot humped Squid and Squid just kind of laid there like a bunlump. The second time did not go as well. Squid decided being humped once was enough, she tried to retaliate, which made Pilot aggressive, and their date ended with my husband and I halfheartedly joking that Pilot tried to eat Squiddy (in the wild the main food source for pilot whales are squid).<br />
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We tried Pilot and Orca together, and guess what? They got along as if they were old friends! The first day they spent a few [monitored] hours together hanging out in the bathroom, munchin' on hay and making lots of poops in Orca's litterbox.<br />
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We eventually moved them into a pen together, but the happiness didn't last long. In early February 2014, I heard rumblings of a scuffle going on in the kitchen - and much to my surprise (and horror) Orca and Pilot were in a full out spinning rabbit fight. Both came out of it ok with only a few missing tufts of hair, but we immediately split them up into different pens. We are still unsure what caused the rift, but to this day they are still out to get each other. About a month after their separation Pilot stealthily wiggled his way into Orca's pen on Pen Cleaning Day and got pretty beat up. After all that beautiful fur had grown back from his first injury he lost it all again so that the wounds Orca inflicted could be treated. Pilot's injuries were [thankfully] only superficial. After an overnight stay at Blue Pearl he was happy to be back home and, despite his new stitches and abrasions, was eager to binky around the house and continue his explorations.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pilot's new 'do courtesy of Orca's teeth.</td></tr>
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Everyone is happy now. Each rabbit has their own pen, and there are more rabbit pens than places to sit in my living room. Now that Pilot is fully healed he is the busiest rabbit in my warren. Every day when he comes out to check things off his to-do list (which is neverending, much like this story, omg) you can find him bouncing from the front to the back of the house, up on the couch trolling Wicket-the-dog-brother, on the kitchen chairs and table, inside the linen cabinets, UNDER THE FREAKING COUCH, and a myriad of other places we most likely don't know about. He's like a runner on the stock exchange floor. And he is so unbelievably fearless. But he still snuggles sometimes, so that's nice - but, oh, sorry mom, I gotta go check something out.<br />
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And that is how rabbits took over my home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pilot says, "My mom is such a sucker, lol."</td></tr>
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<br />Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-90050168971536815602014-05-01T15:28:00.000-05:002014-05-02T11:06:01.202-05:00How to Let Rabbits Take Over Your Home, Part 2: Orca the Rabbit that Peed (But Is Really An Awesome Bunny)<div dir="ltr">
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Before I tell the tale of
Orca the Rabbit That Peed (But Is Really An Awesome Bunny) I should tell
you that I have never fostered an animal in my entire life, largely
because I could never wrap my head around "But I have to give it back?".
Obviously I did not bring Orca back to Red Door, since I am about to
tell you how he ended up living with us all the time forever.<br />
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So. The tale of Orca the Rabbit That Peed (But Is Really An Awesome Bunny). </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Orca waits for lettuce to fall from the sky</td></tr>
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After
adopting <a href="http://behindthereddoor.blogspot.com/2014/04/how-to-let-rabbits-take-over-your-home.html" target="_blank">Squid</a> in March 2013, I thought I'd offer up some fostering
space in my home to give a Red Door bun a break from shelter life. Liz
and Toni were super stoked; "Rayn Man" was a shelter favorite and had a
very rough start when Red Door found him.<br />
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Rayn Man was Easter Bun #4,
found in late April after Chicago received an absurd amount of rain,
hopping around in Gompers Park. His weight was low, he was dirty, but
worst of all were his feet and the underside of his body: Rayn's feet
were blackened and burnt by a chemical or hot asphalt and those burns
affected some of his genitalia and belly. He was in so much pain.<br />
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Was he
even going to survive? Red Door wasn't sure. But after several visits to
Chicago Exotics, cold laser therapy to his injured feet, and many oral
and topical meds later, Rayn Man started to improve. In August 2013, after Rayn had grown most of the fur on
his feet back (yay!!) and he had his neuter and was healed, he came home
for a spoiled vacation with my family. He was friendly to everyone who
visited with him. It was clear he loved people. When we had to put cream
on his bald hocks he let us trance him to treat his feet. Wow - so
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But then there was his pen, which after the first 24 hours was
soaked in pee. He was using his litterbox too, but in his brain I think
he was under the impression that the entire pen was his litterbox. And
anything else soft, like carpet, was also a litterbox. And people were his litterbox. In short, the entire world was his litterbox. So we changed the
blankets and cleaned up the vinyl and cleaned the carpet. No big deal.
New living space, new territory to mark. I get it. I'm just glad that
humans don't pee on things to establish themselves. Ew. Anyway.</div>
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My husband left town for 4 days for work. In the 4 days he was
gone, I went from being completely overwhelmed by Rayn and his pee
(and jumping out of his 3' pen when he heard a bag of treats shaking and
not being able to trance him on my own to get his foot cream on and
cleaning up pee after pee after pee) to asking my husband over the phone
if Rayn could become a permanent rabbit in our home.</div>
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Rayn Man is now Orca Kenpachi Rayn Man, because of his black and white
coloring, his [secret] intelligence, his size, and predatory drive for
food. He has gotten loads better about using his litterbox exclusively.
It is still funny when I hear "ORCAAAAAA" from the other room because HE HAS JUST PEED ON MY HUSBAND, but it is not so funny when he pees on me.
Despite his accidents he is my only rabbit that understands "go potty";
he will jump in his litterbox and pee or give you a look kind of like a
2-year old does when he/she doesn't have to pee. He juices lettuce, is a little green around the mouth sometimes, and
then makes Jackson Pollock paintings on everything in my home with
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Orca has zero rabbit
etiquette and has [unfortunately] been rejected by both of my other
rabbits as a suitable penmate. However, Squid has decided that he is ok to share her living room with, so they can both be out together, even if she's poking him in the butt with her nose every few minutes (I secretly think that she does this to provoke a giant Orca pop-straight-up-in-the-air binky, which happens every time).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squid thinks, "Dude, you are such a mess."</td></tr>
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We're not exactly sure if Orca is a
rabbit. It is very possible that he is an alien like the Disney character, Stitch. It's ok
though - he is the best snuggler, he will periscope to kiss your nose,
and he is the most expressive rabbit in our warren. Despite his resilience to, well, almost everything, he is still terrified of thunder [most likely from spending all that time outside in the storm], and he loathes the screech that cardboard boxes make when you are folding the sides of them in.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stitch and Orca: separated at birth</td></tr>
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So I failed with my first foster. That's ok, right? Because he got a furever family? Maybe I'll try fostering again someday...</div>
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Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-82806324527566764472014-04-25T08:00:00.000-05:002014-04-25T08:00:00.712-05:00How to Let Rabbits Take Over Your Home, Part 1: The First Bunneh<div>
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In late March 2013, my husband and I decided we needed a
change in our lives. We were a family of three: me, him, and our 8-year
old Maltese, Wicket. What about being a family of four? We weren't ready
to take on another canine kid; Wicket struggles with anxiety, and we
weren't sure if he would even enjoy having a puppy brother or sister.
But Wicket grew up with rabbits - 2 Dutches, Happy and Cody. We were
sure for the first few years of his life he thought he was a rabbit, or
maybe he thought the rabbits were dogs? He didn't have a normal puppy
socialization, but he knew that rabbits didn't mind him grooming them or
relaxing with him.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squid and her Maltese brother, Wicket.</td></tr>
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We browsed the Red Door adoptable buns, and two stood out:
Porsche, a pretty Dutch girl, and Alfalfa, a handsome little chinchilla
mix boy. When we visited the shelter for the first time, Liz took us
around and introduced us to all of the rabbits looking for furever
homes. It was a little overwhelming to see all of the rabbits that
people had given up on, but they all looked content to be safely housed
and cared for at Red Door. Porsche was out being fostered, but we got to
spend time with Alfalfa. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squid alert! Squid alert! It's Easter 2014!</td></tr>
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Liz also suggested a Rex rabbit, Bumblebee, who had been taken in
earlier in the month after being abandoned in a trailer park in Des
Plaines. She was found overweight with nails that should have been
trimmed yesterday. And Bumblebee certainly did seem like a busy little
bee; she hopped around us in the pen, checking us out, periscoping to
see her surroundings better, and she poked us with her nose a lot. It
only took a couple days to decide that she would be our fourth family
member.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squid on her couch that she shares with us</td></tr>
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Squid Anemone Bumblebee, or Squiddy Momo as she is most
frequently called, came home with us shy and reserved - very different
than her shelter personality. We assume she may not have been socialized
much/at all at her previous home. In a year she has really come a long
way from the shy rabbit we first brought home. Most of the time she is
gentle and sweet, she binkies often and runs the Bunny 500 with the best
of them. She always eats her cilantro or parsley before the rest of her
salad, and she is VERY curious about the closed doors (ie., non-rabbit
proofed rooms). She's also very mischievous; she loves to throw remotes
and other things off the couch, she digs on our blankets and rearranges
them to her liking, and she nips the soft part of your side when she
wants to get through a tight space. And most recently she peed
repeatedly in the same spot to get us to move her pen back to where she
wanted it. We also sometimes think she is plotting our demise.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Squid has a crush on Dexter's Michael C. Hall and thinks he's a super cool murderer.</td></tr>
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Squiddy was so predictable and good and easy that when Red
Door asked if we could foster a rabbit in the summer of 2013 we thought
nothing of it! This was only the beginning of our rabbit journey...Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-54684529710378157222014-04-17T10:26:00.000-05:002014-04-17T10:26:56.893-05:00Greeley proves that if you Respect the Rabbit, good things will happen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>At Red Door, we believe rabbits should be part of the family, kept indoors and provided with proper care and lots of love. But all too often, bunnies are purchased impulsively by parents as an Easter gift. Soon, the novelty wears off, the kids get bored, and bunny gets neglected. In early 2013 we rescued a gray lop from a family who no longer loved him. </i><br />
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<i>After being vetted and neutered, "Greeley", was posted to our adoption site, and the applications flooded in. Who wouldn't want this sweet, handsome boy? One family stood out as the best potential home. With a thorough interview and training, they soon accepted Greeley into their family. </i><br />
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We decided to get a rabbit around Easter last year. The Easter part was just a coincidence, we had been talking about it since December. <br />
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So we got online to check out buns on the Red Door website. My girls and I (I have three daughters, 11, 9, and 6) looked through all the different rabbits – we read their names and personality descriptions.<br />
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But we immediately became attached to a little gray bunny named Greeley. His picture made him look like he was posing; he seemed so sure of himself. <br />
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He had been surrendered in February, and it was March. I felt like we already knew each other and we had this plan to come together…I didn’t really pay attention to any of the other pictures after I saw him.<br />
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The adoption interview process at Red Door is thorough, and we live in Elmhurst (about a 40 minute drive) so it took us awhile to finally get there to adopt our bunny.<br />
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I remember parking and telling the girls to not have their hopes up about Greeley, he may have been adopted already. I was saying it to them, but I was really talking to me. I was nervous.<br />
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When we walked in and found out he was there it was true relief – Jeremy (our adoption counselor) brought him to us and we were done. Greeley was going home with us!<br />
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And what a year it has been. We originally created a room for him in the basement, but very quickly we realized we wanted him on the same floor as us. He has a pen, but most of the time he roams the house. He likes to hide under the couch and sit on the vents – he has his own special places.<br />
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My daughters give him extraordinary amounts of attention, and he is deeply loved every day. When my oldest was sick, he laid next to her for hours. When the girls friends comes over, he stays still and lets everybody pet him. When I watch TV he sits on my lap and enjoys the calm. <br />
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Of course, he is still a rabbit. He eats our paper off the fridge, he tries to chew my husband’s work folders. And he lets you know when he needs space (with a nudge or a nip). I always tell the girls to respect his “rabbitness”. He is not a dog or cat, he has his own way of being, and it’s our job to understand and respect him.<br />
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Greeley goes with us on trips to Galena, he loves spa days at Red Door, and he also goes by the name “Zen Bunny” because he’s the mascot of Zen Parenting Radio, a podcast that my husband and I have doing for several years.<br />
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His birthday (or adoption day) is the day before my oldest daughter, so we had a great celebration a few weeks ago. Our extended family loves him; he fits so naturally into our environment.<br />
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We found Greeley at the right time and the right place and we could not be more grateful. <br />
Big thanks to Red Door for keeping him safe until we could be together.<br />
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<i>Red Door sends hugs and kisses to the Adams' for giving Greeley a wonderful, loving home and proving that rabbits do make excellent pets if the family is well informed.</i> Respect the Rabbit!<br />
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At the shelter, Abigail is bored by the "news" in a recent <i>New York Times</i> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2014/03/30/fashion/Cats-Internet-Adoption.html" target="_blank">article</a> called "I'm a Cat Lady? Thank You."<br />
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The story says that the image of a "cat lady," once a term used to connote loneliness in women, is now getting an upgrade--thanks to people like singer Taylor Swift, who loves cats, and the cable TV series <i>Girls, </i>which also features a cat in what the <i>NYT </i>writer considers a hip, young way.<br />
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Of course, we've always thought that adopting a cat was a terrific badge of honor! Now tell Abigail something new.Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-30216758543264253322014-03-26T13:48:00.000-05:002014-03-26T16:00:13.753-05:00Lucy & Desi Do Glamorous Fashion Shoot<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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We are all about romance! And some great fashion thrown in doesn't hurt, either. So Red Door was happy when <a href="http://glossedandfound.com/" target="_blank"><i></i></a><i><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" target="_blank">Glossed & Found</a> </i>asked us to bring a rabbit to their bridal fashion photography session at <a href="http://thesavoyflea.com/" target="_blank"><i>The Savoy Flea</i></a>, a vintage curiosity shop located in Chicago's West Town neighborhood.<br />
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We did them one better - we brought madly-in-love rabbit couple Lucy and Desi (hint: Lucy is the stunning redhead above) to the shoot. The two bunnies, who were under the strict watch of rabbit-experienced chaperones the whole time, had a great time. And so did all the <i><a href="http://glossedandfound.com/" target="_blank">G&F</a> </i>people, too.<br />
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The gowns were stunning, but we think the rabbits were the most gorgeous ones on the set.<br />
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Graham Kostic, creative & editorial director of <a href="http://glossedandfound.com/" target="_blank"><i>Glossed & Found</i></a>, offered the rabbits a Red Door credit line. "And we will also support Red Door's "Respect the Rabbit" campaign via our social media channels, plus we will do a dedicated video interview about the "Respect the Rabbit" project." <br />
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Thanks, Graham! (He had pet rabbits as a child, so the subject is near and dear to his heart.) <br />
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Check the final results at the <i>Glossed & Gowned </i><a href="http://glossedandfound.com/2014/03/glossed-gowned-bridal-fashion/" target="_blank">issue</a> and watch the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><a href="http://youtu.be/2F1S2S1s1_E" target="_blank">Fashion Film</a>.</span><br />
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But first we should pay homage to the original creators of this month's annual frenzy: Hares found in Europe. The first use of the expression "mad as a March hare" dates back to the 16th century. <br />
But the descriptive phrase truly became part of the English lexicon when it appeared in "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll, published in 1865.<br />
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The madness of hares (similar but not the same as U.S. cottontails) starts exhibiting itself in springtime, the beginning of the hare mating season; scientists in Scotland believe that the longer daylight hours and the availability of food occurring in March triggers some kind of hormonal switch in hares.<br />
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The animals will stand on their back feet and box each other or bowl headfirst into each other. They also exhibit other signs of rambunctiousness and unpredictable behavior.<br />
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In the United Kingdom, the BBC publishes a <a href="http://www.countryfile.com/countryside/mad-march-hares-where-see-them" target="_blank">schedule</a> of when and where observers might best be able to watch March hares going at it--and it doesn't require any filling out of brackets to be part of the fun.Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-64485655400463859602014-03-13T21:47:00.002-05:002014-03-13T21:52:35.112-05:00Panda Moves On Up in the World<div id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1394562236881_42064">
<i>It's time for another one of Red Door's <b>Feel-Good-Friday Stories. </b>This one is from Candice, a Red Door volunteer who rescued Panda:</i><br />
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This is the story of how Panda got a second chance and now has a DELUXE apartment in the sky!</div>
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Thanks to Red Door I found this little princess that
has stolen my heart. The shelter was doing a cat adoption event at a store that sold "pocket pets" - generally, not the kind of place we like. I had volunteered
to help with the adoption event that day. The store had two cages with 4 bunnies crammed in together.<br />
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Naturally, the rabbits drew my attention.<br />
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Panda (the smaller of the 4) seemed to be off- more withdrawn, a little less
engaging than the other bunnies. I
told a sales person that one rabbit had a runny nose and might be sick.The sales person said she'd "talk to the owner and get the rabbit looked at". I left
that day thinking they just HAD to take her to a vet, right? Who wouldn't help that cutie? </div>
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About a month later, I returned to that pet shop
to see if the bunnies were gone. I had been worried about how they were being cared for. At this point, the store had MORE!! <br />
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Panda was now in her
own cage, with no food, no water and her little foot was caught in the
bottom bars because they didn't have the lining covered the entire way.
It took 2 seconds for me to get her out of there.</div>
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I
hadn't given much thought to what I was going to do with her outside of
getting her out of that horrible place. I immediately took her to Chicago Exotics the following
weekend. They did diagnose her with pasturella and we proceeded to get
her on a regimen of medicine to start clearing that up. So I figured I
would nurse her back to health and see if I couldn't find a permanent
home for her. </div>
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I was silly to even think she would leave me :) She won
my heart in a matter of days. She never wanted to leave my side,
constantly jumping up on my on the couch and in my bed. Wanting to
cuddle at night and playing catch/chase all over my apartment. I knew
she would be with me for a long time. We quickly became inseparable. <br />
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She has continued to have a few medical issues, but they are clearing up. And she's worth the time and energy, of course!</div>
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While Panda sure doesn't love the
medicine doses, she takes them like a champ and then circles my feet
waiting for a little treat for good behavior. I hope to eventually let her go speed dating and find a bunny friend.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1394562236881_42072">She
now owns my apartment where she lets me rent a room from her. She loves to find the highest place to sit and relax
and look over her home. She does the bunny 500 race daily in hopes of making
a world record some day. Her daily activities include jumping up on
the bed, digging under the covers and wrecking every sheet I own :) </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="yui_3_13_0_ym1_1_1394562236881_42072">She
is wonderfully potty trained and is meticulous about her hay bin. This
little girl owns my heart and if you ever get to meet her, she will
have you in the palm of her paw in seconds (and will give you a few
kisses too) </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Sometimes I wonder if she knows she is a 3 pound bunny and
not a giant lion? She brings me such happiness and I am glad she has a
chance to be happy in my home and I can only hope she is as happy as I
am. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">P.S.: The pet store has stopped selling rabbits! Yea!</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-67042902221035527702014-03-07T08:00:00.000-06:002014-03-07T09:04:49.646-06:00Tales of Murphy: Alaskan Bunny Ambassador & Red Door Alumni<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We are always happy to hear from anybunny, but particularly a Red Door alumni. Back at the shelter, we knew him as Sir Paul, a sweet Californian-breed rabbit. He had been found in a field by some high school kids who were cleaning out litter from the brush and bushes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sir Paul found his adoptive mom, Jill, at Red Door and he settled into a great life in Chicago. And then....they moved to Alaska.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is an update from Murphy, formerly Sir Paul, on his new life far up north. He's turned into a real Bunny Ambassador for pet rabbits!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Hello to everyone at Red Door!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Greetings to you from Alaska.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am Murphy- although some of you may remember me better as
Sir Paul.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was adopted from Red
Door by a single mom two years ago this February.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My mom and I were having a nice life in Chicago until she
got offered a teaching job in Nome, Alaska and decided that we were BOTH moving
there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t want to go because
I knew that in the far north of Alaska there are many Eskimos who still hunt
and live off the land.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I ate my
way out of several carriers to let her know I didn’t want to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she was determined and put me in a
large, hard carrier and into the bottom of the plane I went.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The weather caused us to have an unexpected layover between
Anchorage and Nome for 8 hours!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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all over the airport garden and I don’t think that would be allowed at O’Hare!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span> <br />
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<![endif]--><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I finally started to settle into my Nome home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are lots of other cool animals
here like musk ox, moose, seal, walrus, and bears.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s even a man who has a pet reindeer that rides around
in the back of his truck like a dog!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Next week the Iditarod dogs will be reaching the finish line here in
Nome!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Exciting! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And Sometimes I hear the Discovery
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take long for the native Inupiaq and Yupik (Eskimo) students to find out where
we lived. Mom liked to brag about
me to her students. They only
understood that bunnies were to be hunted and eaten. Bunnies are not pets up here. Pretty soon the students got comfortable with mom and started to stop by to look at
me. I was afraid, so I hid. But they were really fascinated by me
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pretty soon I realized they liked me and
wanted to be friends so I let them pet me and feed me. <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">There<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"> I
am with 3 Eskimo girls who come and visit me and fight over who gets to give me
my treat<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">. </span></span>They like when I bounce
around or when I stand on my hind legs and beg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They will leave me trails of food all over the house and
they will just sit quietly and watch me until mom kicks them out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They come over almost every night now!
I really like them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I even let
them take me on a field trip to play in the snow- but mom took me in after a
little bit because she doesn’t trust the wild animals or the people driving
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Alaska and all the attention I get from my new friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like that because of me, they see
that bunnies are nice pets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I
also am working very hard to cheer mom up whenever she gets lonely for family
and friends in Chicago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will sit
on the floor where she can reach me and let her pet me and remind her that even
though she is 3000 miles from home, I am still with her and that makes her
happy and feeling like she has a piece of her old Chicago life in her new
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next year- I might be here with my friends or I might move to a different part
of Alaska and make even more new friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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because she loves me so much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
maybe we will even stop by Red Door to say hello when we come to Chicago for
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Artie was only about 10 days old when he turned up in need of some emergency care. The story about where Artie came from was kind of -- pardon our joke -- fishy. Several young men, who appeared to be from a nearby fraternity, said they just wanted to help this poor little guy out after finding him. We think Artie was probably stolen from a farmer as part of a fraternity prank.<br />
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Artie had cuts on his foreleg, something that looked like it could have been caused by the pig being pulled under a fence. We got him emergency treatment and a lot of baby toys. Artie was capable of doing the toddler-level activity toys that required ringing bells or pushing buttons!<br />
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He looked just like Babe, but Artie was destined to grow to over 1000 pounds.<br />
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We also got a foster home for Artie and then moved him to a wonderful, rural no-kill pig sanctuary, where Artie like to hang out with -- drumroll -- the dogs who lived in the house at the sanctuary. Turned out Artie had bonded with the dogs in his foster home.<br />
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Pigs can be fun as pets, but they are smart and will grow up to be very large and often willful pets--even the ones that are promoted as "small" or "teacup" may remain. Taking one on is a huge commitment. We're happy we got to meet Artie and to help him find the right home. We think of him often-how he ran around the room on his hooves, which looked like tiny little high heels.Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-1433464943061551982014-02-12T15:31:00.000-06:002014-02-12T15:31:22.124-06:00Everything You Wanted to Know About Rabbit Health & Well-BeingTo understand a rabbit's mind, ask us and we'll tell you it goes like this: "Lettuce...Hay... Run as fast as you can around the room...Flop on your side....Hay...."<br />
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To understand your rabbit's medical needs, we always suggest you turn to Chicago Exotics.<br />
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For the second year in a row, Red Door is pleased to announce The Rabbit Seminars, a two-part series of talks and discussion about rabbits, presented by the exotic medicine veterinarians of Chicago Exotics Animal Hospital.<br />
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Because rabbit medicine differs so completely from that for cats and dogs, these seminars offer the public vital information concerning the care and health maintenance for pet rabbits, the third most popular pet in the U.S.<br />
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Chicago Exotics is Chicago's most experienced team of rabbit-savvy veterinarians, seeing hundreds of rabbit patients a month. They are the official veterinarian for all of Red Door's rabbits.<br />
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The first seminar--dealing with cardiac, respiratory and dental disease-- is March 16, at 1 p.m. Drs. Susan Horton & Stephanie Moy will be speaking. There will also be a Q & A period.<br />
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Admission is free. NOTE: This is a new location from last year. This year the seminars will be held at Devonshire Cultural Center, 4422 Greenwood St, Skokie, IL. Admission is free and there is a large free parking lot. Light snacks will be provided.<br />
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If you attended last year's Rabbit Seminars, we want to let you know that the first lecture covers all new material.<br />
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Please just send an email to info@reddoorshelter.org saying you are attending.<br />
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The second seminar will be May 18, also at Devonshire Cultural Center.<br />
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Dr. Susan Horton is a well-known leader in exotic medicine and a member of the AEMV. She graduated from the University of Illinois and has been an associate editor for the Exotic DVM magazine. She opened Chicago Exotics--a full service avian and exotic hospital--in 2000.<br />
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Dr. Stephanie Moy graduated from the University of Illinois, where she volunteered in the wildlife clinic. She has completed externships at John G. Shedd Aquarium and at the Clinic for the Rehabilitation of Wildlife in Sanibel Island, Florida.<br />
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Dr. Katy Parr graduated from Louisiana State University of Veterinary Medicine. She completed externships with Lincoln Park Zoo and the Wildlife Center of Virginia.<br />
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<br />Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-45387829791144359432014-02-12T15:29:00.001-06:002014-02-12T15:29:53.385-06:00Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-264472738682243212014-01-14T10:37:00.000-06:002014-01-14T10:37:08.273-06:00What Does Your Cat Think About You? Here's the Answer.<br />
Admit it...you have always wondered what your cat thinks about you. According to <i>The New York Times, </i>a new book has the answer. Titled <i>Cat Sense </i>by John Bradshaw, the book explores new feline behavior and science, translating it to how you can improve your relationship with your cat.<br />
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And the work is going to be all yours, according to Bradshaw, a biologist at the University of Bristol in England. Bradshaw, who has studied feline behavior for the past 30 years, says that cats make up their minds, based on their natural instincts, on how they are going to interact with humans. And, unlike dogs, cats like to maintain their independence.<br />
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Of course, we knew all this. But the book is a good read--particularly with a feline friend nearby. According to Bradshaw, cats probably look at us as either a mother substitute or a very large, non-rival cat.<br />
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Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-46467055225608986262013-12-12T13:22:00.000-06:002013-12-12T13:22:24.737-06:00Over the River and Through the Woods - How to Travel with your PetIt is that time of year, when everyone is taking a trip. If you are planning to travel with your cat, dog or rabbit, you should check out this great story [<a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/08/travel/were-heading-to-london-but-how-to-bring-the-dog.html" target="_blank">http://www.nytimes.com/2013/12/08/travel/were-heading-to-london-but-how-to-bring-the-dog.html</a> in the <i>New York Times </i>about traveling with your dog.<br />
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You may not be heading overseas, as the author is, but at the end of his story there is a great reference list that can apply to taking a shorter-distance trip in this country.<br />
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Have questions about how to travel with your rabbit or your cat? Email us and we would be happy to help you out.<br />
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Want a safe place for your rabbit to go while you're on the road? A place your bunny can have individual attention and all the comforts of home? Red Door does Bunny Boarding, with Oxbow timothy hay, two fresh salads a day, and an individual playpen for exercise time. We can give meds, too.Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-39369213320117254832013-03-21T21:11:00.000-05:002013-03-21T21:40:21.468-05:00Easter Amnesty Partner 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">For the second year in a row,<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>Red Door has teamed up with local pet stores</span> to</span> discourage impulse purchases of pet rabbits <span style="font-size: small;">at Easter</span>. The Easter Amnesty campaign works to
raise awareness of rabbit welfare issues<span style="font-size: small;">, as well as educate the public on proper care. </span>It is an<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>opportunity for
retailers to openly demonstrate that they take their animal care
responsibilities seriously<span style="font-size: small;">, </span>and that they are willing to put animal
welfare before commercial profit. The Amnesty is also a great way of
engaging customers, forging long-term relationships with customers and
the local community through positive action.<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>From the retailers
perspective, a customer who gives the rabbit up after a few weeks or
months is only a very small and short-term financial benefit. A
customer who is truly committed to the long-term care of their rabbit
can be a great customer for 10 years or more! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As part of this year's<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>campaign, <span style="font-size: small;">Red Door spoke with Amnesty partner,<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Kenn </span></span>Bearma<span style="font-size: small;">n, owner of <b>The Animal S</b><span style="font-size: small;"><b>tore</b><span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span></span>T</span></span></span>his family-friendly pe<span style="font-size: small;">t shop is </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">l</span>ocated at</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> 4364 W. Touhy Ave<span style="font-size: small;">nue in </span>Lincolnwood<span style="font-size: small;">. </span> <br />
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bought The Animal Store (formerly known as The Sea Shell) in 1992. We
renamed it after a poem by Rachel Fields called "The Animal Store" and
expanded the business from being primarily dedicated to fish, to serving
the needs of all kinds of pets and their owners. </span></span></div>
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managed a pet store right after college and have always loved animals.
After more than 20 years in retail, I wanted to own my own business and
this seemed like the perfect opportunity. Having living inventory is a
labor of love. There's no such thing as a day off or a snow day. There's
always something new and surprising that our animals have to show me.
Our customers love to visit us and our animals. On any given day, we
welcome parents and their children, scout troops, day camps, classroom
fields trips and passersby. We love to answer their questions and tell
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sell everything except dogs. Education is an cornerstone of our
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and families. It's important to understand what it takes to keep that
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<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What kind of attention do they need? </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Are they good pets for an apartment? </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Do they board well? </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Can they bond with more than one person? </span></span></li>
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all animal lovers here, and our staff is very knowledgeable. We even have
a group of young volunteers called the Jr. Critter Crew. These are kids
who love being around animals, and their job is to learn about the
animals so they can answer questions, and to handle and socialize our
animals so that they will be great family pets. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Watching
the smiles on people's faces when they find the pet they want to bring
home. Pets are important members of our families. There's a lot of joy
in playing matchmaker between people and pets, and we love to bring them
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Check out <span style="font-size: small;">The Animal Store </span><a href="http://theanimalstore.wordpress.com/animal-store-blog/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">blog</a>
on Wordless Wednesdays for great pictures of happy people with their
new pets. They post lots of great information on pet care, new
products, and pets in the news. The Animal Store is open seven days a week at 10 a.m.<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>You can also visit <span style="font-size: small;">their </span>website, <a href="http://theanimalstore.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1363912859_2">TheAnimalStore.com</span></a>, find them on<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Animal-Store/130759060399" target="_blank"> </a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=14903046" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Facebook</a>, and follow them on Twitter <a href="https://twitter.com/Theanimalstore" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">@TheAnimalStore</a><a href="https://twitter.com/Theanimalstore" target="_blank">. </a></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Huey has always been a character!</td></tr>
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" id="yui_3_7_2_21_1361628553158_68">If you've been to Red Door in the past 13 years, you've met Huey. He's
the friendly ocicat who is our official mascot and greeter. </span></span><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" id="yui_3_7_2_21_1361628553158_68"> </span></span><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" id="yui_3_7_2_21_1361628553158_68"> He is a hilarious cat, and definitely our most
popular cat at the shelter. He is on the A-list and likes to be at the
center of the action, which is why he often tries to escape into the front office. </span></span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" id="yui_3_7_2_21_1361628553158_68">Huey came to
us as a kitten when Red Door first opened in 2000; he had been badly abused--including being thrown
against the wall--so he had lost some feeling in his hindquarters. His
tail droops and he doesn't always make it to the litterbox in time. </span></span><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" id="yui_3_7_2_21_1361628553158_68">
Despite his cruel history, Huey is a happy-go-lucky guy who loves life
and gets along with everyone. He is an inspiration to us all.</span></span><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" id="yui_3_7_2_21_1361628553158_68"></span></span><br />
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has developed diabetes. We will be providing him with all of the medical treatment (and love) he requires. Please keep our beloved Huey in your thoughts, or better yet, stop by and visit him. No treats
allowed, but hugs are always welcome. </span></span><br /><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption" id="yui_3_7_2_21_1361628553158_68">You can even make a donation in honor of Huey through our website:</span></span><br />
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Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-14418473680884740992013-02-02T16:27:00.001-06:002013-02-02T16:27:16.268-06:00On Groundhog Day, Elke Didn't See Her ShadowMost people look for groundhogs on February 2, but Red Door saw a large black rabbit out in the snow. We are happy we were able to rescue her and get her out of the snow.<br />
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An added bonus: she didn't see her shadow today, so spring must be near.<br />
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<span id="goog_1782399412"></span><span id="goog_1782399413"></span><br />Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-8599924709659387512012-10-25T20:10:00.000-05:002012-10-25T20:11:23.705-05:00And the winner is.....Recently, Red Door held our first Design Contest. <br />
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Entries were posted on our <a href="http://www.facebook.com/reddoorshelter" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>, and fans were invited to vote by "liking" their favorite entry.<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.449189875131996.120252.180526168665036&type=3" target="_blank">Click here to view all of the entries</a><br />
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Here is the winning entry, by Claudia Aguilar, which received 176 votes:<br />
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A long-time animal lover, Claudia moved to the Ravenswood neighborhood several years ago and learned about Red Door through a co-worker. <i>"<span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"> I
started by helping out on cleaning days and dog
washes. I've continued to volunteer at events and participated in the
Holiday Bazaar. By far my favorite thing has been taking part in "Kitty
Boot Camp" this year. It helped me establish relationships
with the current Red Door residents and see their personalities emerge"</span></i><br />
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<span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank">Claudia received her BFA in Fine Arts from <a href="http://www.colum.edu/" target="_blank">Columbia</a> and currently works at <a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/index.html" target="_blank">PaperSource </a>in the West Loop, designing crafting kits and samples.<i> </i></span><i><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"></span>"It has always been a
dream of mine to use my creativity to help others, so I thought the Red
Door contest was the perfect opportunity to do so!"</i><br />
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<span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"></span><i><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank">"When
I set out to design something for Red Door's contest I knew I wanted to
communicate what they do in a simple, bold way. I played around with
ways to combine images of the animals that are helped by Red Door most
often, with a message about their work. I feel that it is so crucial
to really emphasize the importance of adoption. When I sketched out the
word adopt, I liked how the roundness of the letter "o" could be turned
into an animal. I added
details I felt communicated a cat, dog and rabbit in the simplest most
universal way. And of course, I made it red to convey the name Red Door."</span></i><br />
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<span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank">We're sure that </span><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank">Gizmo, Polo, Tortilla and Eleanor Rigby (cats) and Franny & Zooey</span><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"></span><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"> (african clawed frogs) may have helped a little.</span><i><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"> "</span><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"> I
am very fortunate that my pets didn't have to experience shelter life,
but it makes me more determined to help those who are in shelters"</span></i><br />
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<span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank">So congratulations to Claudia, and to all of our designers. Look for the winning design as well as several others on a new line of Red Door merchandise coming soon.</span><i><span id="yiv38727603yui_3_7_2_18_1350924305862_68" target="_blank"><br /></span></i>Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-58213216776728800602012-09-26T20:40:00.001-05:002012-09-26T20:50:25.209-05:00We See White Rabbits<br />
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We just have a thing for white rabbits. Lots of people don't, but then they don't know what they're missing: the super-sweet nature, the snowy whiteness, the quintessential bunny. White rabbits bring so much to mind: Alice in Wonderland, Jefferson Airplane ("One pill makes you larger, one pill makes you small...."), and, of course, the classic movie Harvey, starring Jimmy Stewart and the six-foot, three-and-a-half-inch pooka Harvey.<br />
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So we're particularly happy to thank Laura Lanford and Thomas Rammer, who run moviesontheroof.com. They run a small private movie festival in the Printer's Row neighborhood of Chicago. At each screening, they offer a themed beer and highlight a themed charity.<br />
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This summer they chose Red Door as their charity when they screened Henry Koster's Harvey, paired with Pooka Pale Ale.<br />
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By the way, a pooka is a<span class="st"> benign but mischievous creature from Celtic mythology who is especially fond of social outcasts (like Elwood P. Dowd, the Jimmy Stewart character).Hmm, sounds like many rabbits we have met--although none of them anywhere near six feet tall (except in their own minds!).</span><br />
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We thank them so much and so does Bella Swan, one of the many white rabbits we've rescued and adopted out. Maybe next year, moviesontheroof.com will consider a showing of Watership Down?Red Door Animal Shelterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16814709878323036865noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14903046.post-69364994661774883942012-09-15T21:19:00.000-05:002012-09-16T16:14:17.064-05:00Bandit -- One Cool Outlaw Bunny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Don't let Bandit's name fool you -- he is really a very sweet guy who needs no rehabilitation. His only crime was stealing our hearts.<br />
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This one-year-old bunny is the nicest rabbit you'll ever meet. And you can at Red Door, where he is up for adoption.<br />
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You can see other adoptable Red Door animals at Huffington Post<br />
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