When Frawley’s sad face appeared on Facebook on August 4th, I didn’t know what I could do to help him. The message under his photo gave his location as Florence, Alabama with a note that said: “This is Frawley, a 9 yr old, male setter. He is so sweet and the owner just brought him because he was getting old.” I see lots of emails about animals in southern states daily, but I can rarely do anything special to help them. With all of my contacts in setter rescue, I thought there was surely someone that could help him. I started crossposting and trying to find someone with some room. It became pretty clear that no setter rescue was able to take him in and his time grew shorter. I began asking for a foster home, and declared that if we could find a person willing to foster, I would commit to pulling Frawley. I asked everyone I could for help, which came in the form of a high school friend. She had never fostered before but had always wanted to, and so she stepped up to help Frawley.
With a foster home lined up, I knew that we were on our way, but there was the issue of finding a way to get Frawley to Pennsylvania. Until teleport is an option, there are few options for moving rescue dogs over great distances. I found, through another rescuer on Facebook, a transport group that does paid trips from Calhoun Georgia up the East Coast every two weeks. Once they were checked out and lined up, there was only the matter of getting Frawley to Georgia. Enter Jeff, a pilot who loves dogs and transports for Pilots ‘n Paws. He happily agreed to help and we set up the flight and transport arrangements. A shelter volunteer had him vetted so we could get his health certificate and we set up an auction of a watercolor portrait of Frawley to raise some money to help pay the costs that were already adding up.
On August 11th, Frawley flew to Calhoun, GA, and was picked up by the family that runs the transport company, and after a sleepover he started a drive that would be twelve hours if it had been straight through but was closer to 24 with the stops that the transporters had to make. Poor Frawley was so exhausted after the ordeal that he didn’t want to get up once we got home at around three in the morning. He was every bit the handsome man we expeced. He met my dogs briefly but then went into a crate for the night so he could rest, and the next day he went to the temporary foster home that was to help evaluate him and hold him while we got him to the vet.
On August 16th, we took Frawley to the vet where he showed us how resilient he is. He spent much of the time there soaking up whatever attention he could get and winning over multiple vets, techs, the girls at the front desk and people in the waiting room. We put him through the ringer and had bloodwork, multiple parasite tests, even an x ray, and thorough physical exam performed. He went through it all like a champ and the news was good for the most part, but the x ray was disturbing. Poor Frawley has been shot with a shotgun and is loaded with birdshot pellets. It doesn’t affect him at all, it’s just sad as a human to know that someone did this to such a wonderful dog.
Frawley was neutered soon after this first vet visit, and on September fifth went to stay with Laura, a first time foster parent, and her family. While things were a bit rocky with one of the resident dogs, Frawley was thriving under the loving attention of Laura and her family. He won over the hearts of people on his neighborhood walks and really learned to enjoy being a house dog for probably the first time in his life. Unfortunately, no one searching for a new dog seemed to realize how wonderful he truly was, and he sat in our rescue for several months, just waiting, without one single inquiry.
It was on December 5th, right after we planned to take Frawley to a Petco adoption outing that we received an email from a friend that I have worked with and known the entire time I have been working “in” animal rescue. She wrote with an interesting question: would we somehow be able to help her surprise her sister with a new dog for Christmas? Her sister had divorced and lost her dog to Cushing’s syndrome in the recent year and she was miserable with the upcoming holiday. She thought Frawley sounded like a perfect fit, but she realized that I would not agree to allowing her to adopt Frawley to give as a gift. Normally, there would be no option but since I knew this person, I got her sister’s information and she essentially filled in the application on her sister’s behalf. I called her landlord and saw her chart myself at the vet’s office, and all looked well. The next step was to arrange a meeting between dog and sister. I took Frawley to my friend’s house so she and her mother could meet him, and both felt he was perfect. They asked the lady of the hour to show up at my friend’s house, and I hid in the kitchen when she arrived. I was so nervous- we had never done anything like this. As she walked through the door, my friend gave her a little speech announcing what was going on, and I released Frawley’s collar and sent him into the family room. He ran to the woman, and when she sat on the floor with him it was clear he was in love.
He rolled on to his back, and that was that. After an hour or so of cuddling, she knew she wanted to adopt him, and I asked her to wait and to sleep on it (so much for that- she went out that night to buy him things…) The next day, she asked if Saturday would be a good day for a home visit and adoption. Every day, she wrote to ask questions, tell me what she had bought for Frawley, and finalize a time for our get-together.