Mama Coral, always meant to be ours


Sully and Boo were over a year old when  Cece joined our family. Fast forward another year and we find ourselves as one of the Keystone foster families for a local pit bull rescue called Rugaz

I remember I got a call during the day from my girlfriend informing me that there was a mama and a bunch of her pups at animal services scheduled for euthanasia the next day. Now the young lady that runs the rescue and my girlfriend, who are closer than peanut butter and jelly at that point, must have thought I wasn’t aware that  they used the fact that I wouldn’t say no to a dog that was on the euth list, but I knew, I just couldn’t say no when I knew we could help. So it came to be that Mama Coral, who’s namesake was Nemo’s mom from the movie, and her puppies came to us.

The memory that sticks out the most to be about Coral is that she had some of the oddest body language that I have ever encountered. I have read and educated myself on calming signals, if you haven’t heard the term…google it, and the minute she saw me she was throwing them left and right. I remember the first thing I said to my better half was that I didn’t trust Coral, that she should be very careful around her, and that I didn’t think we were going to be able to have her around the other dogs.  She told me I was off the reservation and she, once again, turned out to be right.  Coral was, and still is, amazing.

Coral was the first nursing mother that I had ever been around, and the absurdity of her full teats earned her the honorary nickname of “Princess crazy nips” It was absolutely hilarious to me to watch/hear her walk, the flapping sound her teats made flapping to and fro sent me into fits of laughter every single time. My gf used to tell me that I was going to give Mama Coral a complex cause I made fun of her so much. But it was all out of love. After all her puppies had been adopted she became just another member of our pack. Her and Cece became best buddies and she loved herself some snuggle time.

I became quite attached to her and it was a very, very sad day for me when I was informed that she had been adopted. I lobbied hard to try to get her to become a permanent fixture of our crew but, at the time, it just wasn’t a feasible option.

So princess crazy nips left us. Unfortunately, within a few days, I started hearing reports that she was having a hard time adjusting to her new home. This normally would not have bothered me, as most dogs have a period of adjustment that is needed before they settle in to their forever homes, but this particular adopter got under my skin. We knew that Mama C had separation anxiety problems, to the point where she would chew door frames, break out of kennels, and basically just go bat shit crazy if she was left alone. We told the adopter up front that this was going to be an issue that she had to be able to deal with and work on with her new baby. Unfortunately what people say they are equipped and ready to handle is usually just lip service.

We had one of the people associated with the rescue do a consultation with the adopter to help her to get through the problems Coral was having. We also recommended a thunder shirt, and all seemed to be well for a few months.


Then one day, out of the blue, we get a call from the adopter saying that if we don’t come get Coral they will take her to animal services. Apparently the storm the night before, which admittedly was intense, had caused Coral to poop and pee everywhere, and destroy various parts of the house.

Without hesitation my girlfriend was in the car and on her way to get our girl.  I hadn’t even woken up yet.  I went to make coffee and found a note that said “I’m going to get something for you”  My gf tells me that Coral was head over heels excited to see her, and when Mama C saw me for the first time, I thought her butt might fall off her tail was wagging so hard. It was as if she had purposely acted out because she knew that this had always been her forever home. I promised Coral right then that she would never have to leave again! It was made official a few days ago and now Mama Coral a.k.a “princess crazy nips” is now the fourth in our clan.

By the way, she has not had one accident in the house, has not chewed anything she wasn’t suppose to, has been left alone for hours without being crated and without incident(multiple times), since she has been with us!



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