Malinois Fosters

Raccoon’s temporary foster home has listed him for adoption: SW Region listing

Let’s get Raccoon into a permanent forever home before he has to undergo yet another huge changed in his world by being moved to another foster home!

Raccoon Enjoys Life

Raccoon Shares His Joy

From Raccoon’s Temporary Foster:

Raccoon is doing really well! We’re doing leash walks three times a day. Our large black cat, Otis, likes to walk along since we’re only going down a few houses each time. I’d say that he’s using his back leg the majority of the time while on walks. It appears that he uses the leg best when there a little tension on the leash. His exercises are going well – we’re up to 25 reps though he does still get agitated about them sometimes. He does prefer to pull it up when he wants to move somewhere fast.

He is really good with our cats! He’s met our 7yo female pit bull, Frances, and did just fine. We want to wait to introduce him further until we can really wear out our younger males though they’ve been meeting with a baby gate or x-pen between them and Raccoon is interested but not overly so. He’s eating well and we’ve included salmon oil and a joint supplement plus some canned food.

He’s doing well in a variety of rooms and situations. Turns out he’s a sucker for spray cheese and enjoys nylabones. We’ve gotten so that he can sleep in a giant wire crate at night in our bedroom. Frances loaned him her memory foam bed! We can leave him in a room for a couple of hours at a time when we leave and he is doing well with a large 5-foot tall x-pen while we are home but not necessarily in the same room.

He’s starting to show his headstrong side – not wanting to go where you want him to go and pushing open the bathroom door when you are in there! So we’re continuing the work Tasha did with name recognition and recall as well as some basic leash manners. H responds well to a “uh oh” and redirecting him with a treat.

The folks at Paco Collars gave him a really nice collar! I’ve attached a couple of photos!

Raccoon continues to recover

Raccoon during his recovery

Thursday, February 10, 2011 ABMC Rescue had to decide if Raccoon could be helped. Surrendered to a shelter, where he was a frequent visitor, his latest escape had resulted in his being hit by a vehicle and they were not willing to pay what repairing his injuries would cost. Thanks to donations from a number of our supporters, that covered part of the expense, we were able to commit the funds needed for Raccoon to have his surgery.

If you would like to support Raccoon and ABMC Rescue visit Network for Good

Raccoon has had his surgery and is healing very well in his temporary foster home. However, ABMC Rescue is having difficulty finding a permanent foster home for Raccoon.

If you are in the California area and are willing to foster Raccoon visit our foster page to read about Raccoon and file a foster application. We must have a *new* foster home no later then mid-March.

He recently had his staples removed and the prognosis is good. His temporary foster home reports March 2011: “His weight is good, no more vet visits scheduled at this time, there is some moderate at-home PT but he should just keep improving his use of both legs and should get stronger and he should gradually become more mobile”

Raccoon Recovering from Surgery

Raccoon after surgery


Raccoon's incision after surgery

Raccoon's surgical incision

Update: 11/23/085: Becky, Destra’s Coordinator, writes: Just got a call from Valerie, she was on the way home with Destra. She said the vet has never seen a dog recover and be so totally oblivious to the loss of a leg. I should mention the vet adopted a Mal some years ago, so she knows how resilient they are!

(snicker) Valerie said the vet told her that she KNEW how impossible it would be to keep Destra quiet and such, so told her to hold down the running to no more than 10 or so minutes per day/RX times twice a day. Valerie says the vet did a great job, and if not for the stitches you would never know she was not born with three legs!

Valerie promised photos soon!

Update: 11-22-08

Update: Becky, Destra’s Coordinator, writes at midnight 11/21/08: I talked to Valerie tonight. Miss Destra was up and walking at the vets….Valerie said she did not seem to miss her leg, and had no balance problems. So, looks like we may soon have a picture of the Flying Tripod!


We the Met Goal!

Destra is Scheduled for Surgery,

Thursday November 20th

Last spring a very young Malinois was playing exuberantly with her owner when she broke a leg. The owner was unable to afford to fix the leg and turned her over to another rescue program. PUP (People United for Pets) in Washington State had her leg fixed, which required the insertion of a pin but after a few weeks she started clubbing her foot and lost all physical condition during the five weeks of confinement. They recognized they simply did not have the appropriate setup needed to prevent her from doing further damage to her foot. In other words Destra was being a Malinois, constantly in motion. They asked us if we could take her into foster care and we agreed!

Destra since coming into ABMC Rescue!

As a result of the broken leg and 6 months of infections that have plagued her Destra now needs her entire back leg amputated.

To help ABMC Rescue cover the cost please consider donating at Network for Good.

Follow this link to read Destra’s whole story.

ABMC Rescue

They say it rains every day in Seattle. In Florida it rains Malinois. When the Miami – Dade called about Gabe, the fosters in Florida were already bursting at the seams. There is no boarding facility in Florida that will accept a dog fresh from a shelter. The facilities are afraid of exposing the boarding dogs to a dog from a shelter that might be carrying kennel cough or have temperament issues. Even most veterinarians refuse to take in shelter dogs.

Besides Heartworm Gabe also had kennel cough, a relatively benign infection that can be easily treated. Even though Maria was already loaded with foster dogs, plus two in quarantine, she agreed to help Gabe. Maria took Gabe in, treated his kennel cough and fell in love. Who couldn’t love this Big Boy? Maria kept Gabe for three and a half weeks and he went from a thin 72 pounds to a solid 84 pounds. Without Maria Gabe wouldn’t have made it. Gabe and I thank you.

On Saturday July 26th ABMC transport brought Gabe from Homestead Florida up to me in Savannah Georgia where I went on and took him home with me in Winchester, Kentucky. I want to thank everyone involved in Tour de Malinois. It was a resounding success. I had two fantastic home visits; we moved Gabe, Rocky and Xio out of Florida. Rocky went on to North Carolina and Xio is on her way to CT. I picked up Romeo in South Carolina and he is on his way to his forever home in Wisconsin tomorrow! Whew! If people hadn’t stepped up these dogs would have been PTS. Thank you everyone. We are making a difference.

Stay tuned for stories from the trip home
Gabe's a Pretty Boy!

I have seen the words high kill shelter. I never really fathomed what it meant. I knew that they put down dogs; I just didn’t realize the degree. Miami – Dade gets over 34,000 dogs and cats a year. They euthanize over 10,000 dogs annually. That’s a lot of dogs, almost thirty dogs a day, put to sleep. This is a story about a dog that beat the odds. Meet Gabe.

Gabe is a big, strapping Belgian Malinois. A beautiful red dog with a massive head and hulking shoulders. Gabe is not just a pretty face either, he has the sweetest disposition, a gentle giant. But Gabe was just a stray, roaming the streets of Miami, ribs poking out. One of the Forgotten. He was taken in to Miami-Dade on June 25th, 2008. He had 5 days to be claimed. No one came for Gabe. Time was not Gabe’s only enemy. Gabe was heartworm positive.

On July 2nd the powers to be sentenced Gabe to euthanasia. He walked down the hall to be put down, trotting happily I imagine, wagging his tail. The staff was preparing him for his final hurrah when he did something. I don’t know if it was the wag of his tail, or his knowing sad eyes, or the way he likes to lay his great big head on your lap, but Gabe reached out to the staff and they responded. The leash was snapped back on and Gabe was taken to another room. Instead of being put to sleep Gabe was neutered and ABMC was called. It was like a call from the Governor. Now the real work begins.

Boomer is still staying with Sara and updated pictures of him are on his website at


Finally the watery poop has turned to a plop. Maybe soon he’ll learn to plop outdoors :>)

I don’t even care; I’m so glad there is something thicker than water coming out.

Hoping for more plops!

Have I mentioned the ticks? I have taken hundreds and hundreds of ticks off of him. We are getting down to just finding tiny ones now…but even so… is gross gross gross and must be SO uncomfortable for him!


Boomer picked up a toy today. It made him look like a dog! He dropped it right away like he wasn’t sure what to do. He tires so easily…we have started going for very short walks…down a few houses and back. He lies down though sometimes and I’m scared to get him up to get back home. I know he needs to get a little exercise, but I don’t want to kill him. Boomer is starting to mix in with a few of our dogs, a couple at a time. He is very social, but I don’t want to overwhelm him. I’m continuing to pick off ticks from him. I look like a momma monkey with her baby going all over his fur. I would love to give him a bath but I have been afraid that he will get a chill.


Yikes, today my husband thought it would be a good idea for Boomer to just hang out with all of the dogs…he makes number 11 at the house right now. I came home from running, the back door was open, and all of the dogs were going in and out of the house. Boomer is clingy so he was with Doug, but, after apparently a very brief introduction, he is holding his own in a pretty large pack. GO BOOMER!


Bath time. I can’t stand it anymore. It’s early in the morning and I figure I can keep an eye on him all day since it’s a holiday. I lathered him three times…he still stinks :>( But, this is good for now, and he took the bath like a man! His hair actually looks a tad fluffy. When he first came here he looked like he was vacuum sealed….his skin and fur pulled down tight into the hollows of his bones. So sad.


I’m having a hard time finding ticks on him now. The bath has really helped. My husband keeps asking me when Boomer is going to get fixed. I keep telling him that not for awhile, he’s too thin and he needs his hormones to develop some muscles. He isn’t used to seeing all of that equipment back there intact. With no butt to speak of, his equipment is pretty prominent :>) Boomer is starting to go on very short walks with the other dogs. He’s smiling.


I had about a pound of sliced Muenster cheese in my hand, and I needed to do something quick, so I set it down behind my computer on the washing machine. When I came back in it was gone and I just knew it was Serena, one of my own personal dogs…who is quite a thief and chow hound. She has IBD so it is really bad if she overeats. I saw the culprit had gone into Boomer’s crate which is closest to the crime scene… head in, butt to the door, chowing down the cheese. I grabbed the dog by the belly just in front of the legs and started dragging it out…..the dog braced, held on for dear life, and when I finally wrestled the dog out, I realized that it was Boomer. I took the cheese away. He NEVER did anything or got upset with me…..had I realized that it was him I would probably have been more cautious….so…he is REALLY good.

He is learning to take treats gently…my dogs will slip food gently off of a fork offered to them, so imagine my surprise when after stuffing a bone with peanut butter for him I dipped my finger in the peanut butter and offered it to him. He grabbed my finger so hard I saw stars….he didn’t break the skin, but I did learn that I needed to work with him on “gentle” when he takes a treat!!!!!!!!!!!


It’s DAY 20 and my friend Julie is coming over to take progress photos. Boomer looks REALLY great! He is filling in, but he lacks stamina. I have to keep giving him small amounts of exercise so he can build up his strength and develop some muscle.

Look…he has a butt….and some meat on his boney bone bones!

He still has protruding hip bones and his face isn’t quite filled in….and he has NO stamina at all, but he improves EVERY day! And my oh my does he LOVE to eat!


Scare time. Boomer started puking up liquid last night and still this morning. He has held down his breakfast… lunch I checked on him again and so far so good…no more puke. I’ve talked to the vet and we’re going to worm him again for 3 days straight and start him back on his Metronitizole. Poor Boomer. He has that worried look in his eyes again.


BATH TIME again! He seems to really love getting a bath. This is Florida so his bath is outside with a hose and then a short walk to dry off. My he looks better..his coat is SO DARK!


For the first time Boomer laid on his side in the grass, stretched out, and rolled around on his back. He is definitely starting to relax…


It seems that Boomer is having a hard time not “over drinking”. Apparently he doesn’t know when to stop and this is causing his vomiting. We have been increasing the lengths of his walks, so when he gets back he drinks too much and then throws up. We will have a hard time monitoring this since we have so many dogs running around the house :>)


My husband has been really trying to get Boomer to play with him. It’s starting to work. Boomer is getting a sparkle in his eye and has started to play a little bit.


There is a Flyball tournament and an Agility Trial in town. I took Boomer down to meet the folks. Boomer did great on all counts….tail wagging continuously, unphased by it all. He was happy to meet new people, and was introduced to the concept of a treat pouch and LOVED the idea! He was a happy go lucky guy with everyone he met.


Boomer is headed to acupuncture tonight. It’s an opportunity to weigh him and I can’t wait to report in!

Boomer\'s Shelter Photo

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On this day, Sara found this poor Mal in the Miami Dade shelter and the wheels started turning. Carola went to look at him that same day. Although the shelter labeled him as “very aggressive”, he approached Carola with his tail wagging. He was even gentle with her daughter and the lady that showed him in. We were all confused as to why the shelter said he was aggressive when he just met two complete strangers with ease and even more annoyed when they wouldn’t change their opinion after seeing that this clearly is not the case. This lovely guy was worth pulling and he wasn’t going to survive more than a day in that hot and lonely shelter. We started working on a plan to save him.


Boomer was picked up from the Miami Dade Shelter today where he met me, another stranger, with his tail wagging. After we loaded him in the back of my car with no problem, he made his 2.5 hour trip to his foster home. Since the shelter said that he was aggressive I was careful, but I haven’t seen an ounce of bad temperament yet. At my house he met my parents and he was even very friendly when he met my dog Bear. He already knows sit and down and I can’t wait to see what else he knows. Right now he is starting to settle into my home laying right by me feet. He is not eating yet, but he is drinking water. This handsome boy is a lover and is definitely appreciative of given a second chance. This is the best part for me, he is clacking. It’s so cute because he has so little emotion right now, but he is clacking :) I will keep putting up new info as the days go on.


Today was a stressful day. He was finally eating a little bit, but he was not keeping it down. I thought we finally got some food in him when he kept it down for an hour, but as I was getting ready to leave, he threw up. I was in contact with Sara the whole time and we must have made a 100 phone calls. Finally the conclusion was that Boomer needed more than just food and water; he was going to need fluids under the skin and maybe intravenously. He was also going to need special food from the vet. Since I couldn’t get that stuff here, it meant that Boomer had to make it through another long trip….this time to Sara. When I got ready to load him up, Boomer even tried to jump in the back of my SUV for me, but he couldn’t make it because he was just too weak. My sis went with me to the meeting point, which once again Boomer completely enjoyed her company. When Sara pulled up and got out of her car, Boomer walked right up to her and greeted her like she was an old friend. Time was of the essence so she got her fluid and needle ready to give him some fluids right there. She proceeded to pinch the needle in this “very aggressive” dogs skin and guess what happened? …………………. NOTHING! He took it like a champ. Even when she did the same thing near his hips where it hurts. Boomer got in her car and off he went on his trip to his second foster home.


I just talked to Sara and it was good news. He got some more fluids when he got home yesterday and he was able to hold down a half a can of that special food last night and this morning. Sara also took him to the vet, where he was great. I just have to mention again that this dog was labeled “very aggressive” (just to make sure you don’t forget). He ignored the dogs in the waiting room and showed not even a lip quiver when he was probed, squeezed and checked by the vet.


Update from Sara:

We’ve been on a roller coaster and I have been VERY scared.

He has been acting like he looks. I was VERY worried last night and this morning…he was better at lunch. He came off of his food but I made some hamburger & rice which he eats…..I stopped and bought a cooked chicken to add to rice when he gets tired of the hamburger and also got some oatmeal to try. I started mixing pediolyte in with his water. We’re going to the holistic vet tonight…hope she can work some magic.


Update from Sara:

He’s GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Accupuncture is amazing. He is ALIVE!

Bouncing off of the walls…bothering me all night..pawing me, etc., barking….whole new dog!


Checking in here from the Land of Bluegrass! Max and Erma are flourishing! Max has gained ten pounds! I don’t know where he puts it, he still looks rail thin to me. We went to the Vet the other day and Max was a perfect gentleman. There were two Chihuahuas yapping away and Max just watched them with an amused look on his face. The Vet was amazed that he was a rescue because he was so level headed. He rolled over on his back and let her cut his sutures out without so much as a wiggle.

Max and Erma running free
I have a friend that owns 1200 beautiful acres of Kentucky’s finest scenery that is completely fenced in. On the property there is a trail that meanders around a creek. Its the perfect playground for Malinois! Max and Erma ran like the day would never end, never getting more than 50 yards from us. Erma loves the water and will plow right in. Max wasn’t sure at first. He would race up and down the bed barely dipping his toes in. It wasn’t too long before Max was diving in right alongside Erma. She couldn’t have all the fun!
As we were walking we notice a metal plate in the water. My son pointed it out to Max and convinced him to go get it. Max noticed the shiny plate in the water and he and Erma pawed at it enthusiastically. When it became obvious that pawing at the water was not the most efficient way to retrieve the plate Max buried his face in the water and burst out of the water sputtering and proudly laid the plate at my feet. Wagging his whole body, ready for me to toss it back in!

Erma and Max

The walk was not with out incident of course, I was traveling with Malinois! As we were coming up to one of the pastures Max noticed COWS! He took off across the pasture like a rocket was tied to his back, my children racing behind him screaming his name. I was hurrying along, careful not to break a hip, Erma at my side, a look of sympathy on her face as she watched me struggle.

Like a miracle sent from God just about 20 feet from the cows, Max came to a dead stop. His barks ceased, his head down. I thought my hoarse cries had found his mercy. No such luck. The cows were moving and like a well trained border collie Max bolted to the left, barking but keeping distance from the cows. It was surreal. My poor little Hoarder dog turned a herd of 20 cows away from the creek and through a gate into a pasture. As I huffed along, Erma encouraging me, I was still convinced it was a case of chasing coincidence. The cows knew the pasture was a safe place and ran there when the dog chased them. My theory was dashed as Max turned like a cat stalking a bird, his head down, and then bursting out in a flurry of barks and action to move the stragglers, two cows with their calves that had run the other way, to join the herd. By then my winded son, terrified the cows would remove Max’s head with a well placed kick slammed the gate shut behind them. Max tried to look professional. Lapped at the water. No big deal. You know I am a herding dog.

Max and Erma

Ella, Erma and Max's Album Cover
My son thinks if they had a band they could use that picture for their album cover.
It’s hard to believe its been 18 days since the Florida pups came home with us. They fit into our life like a missing puzzle piece. Erma the happy whimsical dainty girl, chasing butterflies and rolling joyfully in the grass. Max the ever present masculine force, guarding the perimeter and chasing off derelict squirrels and trespassing blue jays. His bark is deep and intimidating, the loiterers in the neighborhood have moved on. He doesn’t want anyone to know it but behind closed doors he is the worlds largest lap dog. Clamoring up for kisses and hugs. Silly old bear.
Max and Dusty

We are still accident free. The nights are quiet, not a peep. Around 6:30 I can hear Max, restless in his crate, bounding outside to relieve himself, with the girls trot, trot, trot, behind. They eat anything I throw their way. Three meals a day and they are still rail thin! Max loves pizza crusts. Erma loves rawhides, but Max just doesn’t get it. He carries it around until Erma can sneak away with it for her chewing pleasure.

Ella feels like she is having an endless sleep over. She is so happy to have someone to play with but she doesn’t much like sharing her food. She has had a six inch reach advantage over any dog she has ever played with. The first day she ‘boxed’ Max on the head with her paw he returned the courtesy with out so much as blink of the eye. She was stunned! She has met her match! He is every bit as quick, strong and long as she is. They roll, wrestle, pant, and wallow to exhaustion with sweet Erma skipping by and occasionally cheering them on.

Even though I already love them more than I thought possible, I hope they both find a home where they can have their own people and find new adventures. The both have so much to give. I can’t believe they were almost lost to us.

Ella, Dusten, Erma and Max

EMERGENCY HELP IS NEEDED – Living in small cages in their own waste, these two beautiful Malinois’ were seized from Hoarder in a raid. This young female & male pair need emergency foster home to save from dying at the kill shelter who is currently housing them. They are located in North Florida…young, sweet, scared..
It was a call that could not go unanswered. I could move this, clean out that, we could make room for two more, right? Long story short…

Welcome to Kentucky Max and Erma!

Ella and Friends

Today is Day Five and so far the only hint of an accident was Max’s attempt to baptize the kitchen Island. My kids are sure the dogs have potty trained me rather than I training them. Any hint of interest in the back door and every few hours it’s outside to potty! I race home on my lunch hour and any whimper at 2 am gets my full attention. We all parade outside and I am the resident cheerleader. Go Team! Go! Ella humors me, trots out and squeeks a dribble out and the other two follow suit.

The last two days it has rained buckets. My backyard is officially designated The Mud Pit. In Kentucky a horse that races well in the mud is referred to as a Mudder, I have three true blue Mudders on my hands! The love it! They slip and slide, roll and wrestle, and basically wallow in the mud. Now the rinse before coming inside, that not so much.

We play ball everyday and Max has really gotten the hang of it. He gives Ella a run for her money. He will bring it back and drop it at my feet. Every now and then Erma gets the ball and just runs around the back yard gleefully. I see the other two roll their eyes and wait for her to lose interest and drop it somewhere so the game can start again.

They are both eating well now. They are learning everyday. They settle down quickly if its just one loose and eventually when they are all loose. Max likes to sit next to me at the computer whereas Erma wants to sit ON me at the computer. I have yet to hear either bark but Max did whisper bark once. They never make a peep from their crates. I wish they could teach Ella that trick…

Stay tuned for more updates.