3 Dogs and a Chick

October 8, 2010

We’re still around – now on Facebook!

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Hi everyone! As the majority of you already know, we’ve moved all our “blogging” over to our fan page on Facebook. It’s just too time consuming to do multiple posts each day! Almost every day on Facebook we do a post – either with new products, sales, important store information, adoption information, etc. You don’t have to be a member of Facebook to view our fan page, although it’s more fun and interactive if you are :) Hope to see you over there!


Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/3dogsandachick


March 5, 2010

Now Hiring!

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3 Dogs & a Chick is now hiring! We are searching for independent, outgoing individuals who are passionate about customer service…and about dogs! If you are looking for part time work, have experience with or a desire to learn baking and have a flexible schedule (rotate days, evenings, weekends & special events), please stop by the shop for an application.

3 Dogs & a Chick
128 Miracle Strip Pkwy SE
Ft Walton Beach, FL 32548


December 31, 2009

Happy New Year!

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From our furry family here at 3 Dogs & a Chick, we’d like to wish you a Happy New Year! We’re looking forward to spending 2010 with the lovely dogs along the Emerald Coast. Thank you for supporting our shop and making 2009 so successful!

November 9, 2009

Tweet, Tweet!

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3 Dogs & a Chick has decided to join yet another social networking site….Twitter! Follow us for all the latest and greatest doggie news :)



October 11, 2009

A Local Group Needs Our HELP!

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Hey everyone…it’s time to pull together and help out a wonderful local rescue group who is in dire need of OUR HELP! UnderDogs is an all volunteer group of people who rescue and foster needy dogs mostly from death row at our local dog pounds. They run entirely off of personal funds and do not receive grant money or many donations. They are FULL of dogs and need many things, including all-important foster homes and hands-on help doing cleaning, laundry, bathing dogs, walking dogs, playing & socializing dogs, etc. UnderDogs also has a wish list of items they are in need of:

  • Mops
  • Bleach
  • Blankets
  • Dog Food
  • Healthy Treats
  • Toys
  • Monetary Donations to pay for medical expenses

Do you have some spare time and good organizational skills? If so, UnderDogs could use YOU! They need help with paperwork and organizing adoptions, medical records, etc.

UnderDogs also has enormous vet bills, due to the poor health of many of the dogs they take in. They are fabulous with nursing them back to health and turning these sweet pups into wonderful, adoptable family dogs! Donations for medical bills are always appreciated and can be sent directly to the vet—Emerald Coast Animal Hospital 350 SW Miracle Strip Parkway, Mary Esther, FL 32569. Please put UnderDogs on memo line for proper credit. They will take credit cards over the phone too 850-243-5080. Or can be sent via Paypal to SaveUnderDogs@aol.com

If you think you can help (any small amount of help makes a HUGE difference) please contact Terri at SaveUnderDogs@aol.com, or visit the UnderDogs website by clicking here.

Here are a few of the dogs they are currently caring for:

August 18, 2009

An Email Forward…

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They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly.

I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open.  Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt.  Give me someone to talk to.

And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news.  The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant.  They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes, and a sealed letter from his previous owner.  See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home.  We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home).  Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.  Maybe we were too much alike.

For some reason, his stuff (except for the tennis balls – he wouldn’t go anywhere without two stuffed in his mouth) got tossed in with all of my other unpacked boxes.  I guess I didn’t really think he’d need all his old stuff, that I’d get him new things once he settled in. But it became pretty clear pretty soon that he wasn’t going to.

I tried the normal commands the shelter told me he knew, ones like “sit” and “stay” and “come” and “heel,” and he’d follow them – when he felt like it.  He never really seemed to listen when I called his name – sure, he’d look in my direction after the fourth of fifth time I said it, but then he’d just go back to doing whatever.  When I’d ask again, you could almost see him sigh and then grudgingly obey.

This just wasn’t going to work.  He chewed a couple shoes and some unpacked boxes.  I was a little too stern with him and he resented it, I could tell.

The friction got so bad that I couldn’t wait for the two weeks to be up, and when it was, I was in full-on search mode for my cell phone amid all of my unpacked stuff.  I
remembered leaving it on the stack of boxes for the guest room, but I also mumbled, rather cynically, that the “damn dog probably hid it on me.”

Finally I found it, but before I could punch up the shelter’s number, I also found his pad and other toys from the shelter..  I tossed the pad in Reggie’s direction and he snuffed it and wagged, some of the most enthusiasm I’d seen since bringing him home.  But then I called, “Hey, Reggie, you like that?  Come here and I’ll give you a treat.”  Instead, he sort of glanced in my direction – maybe “glared” is more accurate – and then gave a discontented sigh and flopped down with his back to me.

Well, that’s not going to do it either, I thought.  And I punched the shelter phone number. But I hung up when I saw the sealed envelope.  I had completely forgotten about that, too. “Okay, Reggie,”  I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”………
To Whoever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it.  if you’re reading this, it means I just got back from my last car ride with my Lab after dropping him off at the shelter.  He knew something was different.  I have packed up his pad and toys before and set them by the back door before a trip, but this time… it’s like he knew something was wrong.  And something is wrong… which is why I have to go to try to make it right.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier.  Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hordes them.  He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there.

Hasn’t done it yet.  Doesn’t matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after it, so be careful – really don’t do it by any roads.  I made that mistake once, and it almost cost him dearly.

Next, commands.  Maybe the shelter staff already told you, but I’ll go over them
again:  Reggie knows the obvious ones – “sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals: “back” to turn around and go back when you put your hand straight up; and “over” if you put your hand out right or left.  “Shake” for shaking water off, and “paw” for a high-five.

He does “down” when he feels like lying down – I bet you could work on that with him some more.  He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

I trained Reggie with small food treats.  Nothing opens his ears like little pieces of
hot dog..

Feeding schedule:  twice a day, once about seven in the morning, and again at six in the evening.  Regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Call the clinic on 9th Street and update his info with yours; they’ll make sure to send you reminders for when he’s due.

Be forewarned:  Reggie hates the vet.  Good luck getting him in the car –  I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. I’ve never been married, so it’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can.  He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain.  He just loves to be around people, and me most especially. Which means that this transition is going to be hard, with him going to live with someone new.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you….

His name is not Reggie.

I don’t know what made me do it, but when I dropped him off at the shelter, I told them his name was Reggie.  He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt.  but I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name.  For me to do that, it seemed so final, that handing him over to the shelter was as good as me admitting that I’d never see him again.  And if I end up coming back, getting him, and tearing up this letter, it means everything’s fine.  But if someone else is reading it, well… well it means that his new owner should know his real name. It’ll help you bond with him.  Who knows, maybe you’ll even notice a change in his demeanor if he’s been giving you problems.

His real name is Tank. Because that is what I drive.

Again, if you’re reading this and you’re from the area, maybe my name has been on the news.  I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander.  See, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with… and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call the the shelter… in the “event”… to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption.

Luckily, my colonel is a dog guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed.  He said he’d do it personally.  And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Well, this letter is getting to downright depressing, even though, frankly, I’m just writing it for my dog.  I couldn’t imagine if I was writing it for a wife  and kids and family.  But still, Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.

That unconditional love from a dog is what I took with me to Iraq as an inspiration to do something selfless, to protect innocent people from those who would do terrible things… and to keep those terrible people from coming over here.  If I had to give up Tank in order to do it, I am glad to have done so..  He was my example of service and of love.  I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at
the shelter.  I don’t think I’ll say another good-bye to Tank, though.  I cried too much the first time.  Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank.  Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight – every night – from me.

Thank you,
Paul Mallory
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope.  Sure I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me.  Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies.  Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes brightened.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor.

He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months.

“Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him.  I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me.. Your old pal gave you to me.”

Tank reached up and licked my cheek.  “So whatdaya say we play some ball?  His ears perked again. “Yeah?  Ball?  You like that? Ball?”  Tank tore from my hands and disappeared in the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.


I checked this out on Snopes and it’s false…but still very worth reading.

June 18, 2009

NeverEnding Story

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I am a child of the 80’s!

May 25, 2009

Memorial Day

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May 14, 2009

Do you know this dog?

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Well, I had an interesting adventure on the way to open the shop this morning. I was driving down Eglin Pkwy, on my way to get a chai tea from Starbucks (my weakness!) when I noticed lots of cars stopping in the middle of the road. Thinking an accident had just happened, I waited until the cars started moving again. Imagine my surprise when I see a little scruffy 10 lb dog running down the fast lane, absolutely petrified by all the fast moving cars. Remember, this part of Eglin Pkwy is 6 lanes, with an additional turning lane down the center of the road. This little dog was running so fast and just about got hit at least 3 times while I was watching. I followed her into the Uptown Station parking lot, DSC_0200where she hid underneath a pickup truck. I jumped out of the car to see if I could catch her and at the same time I reached the truck, about 6 other people & cars stopped. Thank goodness this little girl had all these people looking out for her!

She let me pick her up so I brought her to the store with me. After having a good long drink and a little food, she hung out in the back room for about half an hour. PAWS came by to pick her up…no microchip and no ID tag but she had recently been shaved so I’m hoping her owner is out there looking for her. If you recognize her, please call PAWS at 243.1525. And if her owner doesn’t claim her, I suggest you get down to PAWS to check her out when she’s available for adoption. She is adorable!!!


(This is also a good reminder of how important it is to have your dog microchipped and ID’d. If she was wearing a tag or had a chip, we would have already contacted her owners and she’d be at home safe and sound.)



April 22, 2009

Happy Earth Day!

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