I said you wouldn’t hear from me while I am on ‘sabbatical’ in Virginia, but apparently, that isn’t true.
I came here to hike and work on our future home and write and read the stacks of books I brought with me; I didn’t come here to rescue animals. I planned to scrub and build and repair and plant, but instead, I find myself once again, up to my neck in rescuing animals.
Yesterday’s visit to Maury County and the Williamson County shelters was an opportunity to set a bar. I wanted Ian to see a typical municipal shelter. Today we will drive 2.5 hours west to see a ‘city pound’ and a rescue that is trying desperately to help the situation.
Maury County, thankfully, was much changed from the last time I was there. That was clear from the faces on the dogs. You can see more of these images on our Facebook and Instagram pages.
I met with Jack, the new director and Maily, a volunteer leader; both are new to Maury in 2019. Both are having a positive impact on the place.
The last time I set foot in the southern shelters, I was stunned.
We wandered through the kennels, head spinning and heart-aching, helpless to do anything except offer a few bags of dog food, a box of cat litter, and a promise to share what we saw. This time… Continue reading I Want to Be Hopeful
All along this journey, I have been buoyed by an outpouring of support online and by friends who have come by and brought food and company or emailed to ask what they can do. I even got a lovely gift from Arkansas!
As we lost the puppies last week, people kept saying, “I could never do that,” but somehow, I think you could and more than that, I could never do it without the support of family and friends.
If last week taught me anything, it’s that I am stronger than I know. All during that long, long night when Daisy’s labor began and it became clear that it was too soon for puppies to be born Continue reading Diary of a Rescue Week Two
I had all kinds of good intentions for a moving and thoughtful blog post today, which included writing it yesterday and scheduling it to appear this morning while I was busy gobbling up time with my precious babes and my dear parents. But now it’s after 1pm on Christmas Day and I’m finally sitting down to write.
First off, I know that not all of you celebrate Christmas and I want to be sure you know this is not me foisting my holiday on you. However, when I started to title it Happy Holidays, that seemed contrived because today is Christmas and I’m writing this while Christmas carols blast in my living room, my parents dig into the books they unwrapped a few hours ago, and all three kids are happily ensconced in getting to know their newest belongings. My belly is full of egg casserole and monkey bread, two things I eat only one day a year. Nick is puttering around, ripping new CDs and charging batteries. Frankie is prowling the premises looking for unattended ribbons (for some reason none of us know, he loves to shred ribbons), Gracie is hunkered down in her crate guarding the beef jerky stick she got from Santa, and Daisy is curled up savoring my dad’s affection.
So, you see, there’s no denying what today is.
What’s more, for me at least, Christmas is about love and generosity and peace and hope; and those are all gifts desperately needed in our world and our homes. So…….after much struggle and more than a few bribes……..
Happy Christmas from me and all the critters currently filling our ark:
Much love and many blessings for a wonderful new year!
So, I’ve made a decision. And the puppies have been very helpful in my decision-making process.
All kinds of people have been visiting, trooping into our house, sitting on a couch or floor with a puppy in their lap. For me, a solitary writer, this is a welcome break. The puppies also love it and need the socialization.
But the dogs in this house find visitors stressful. I had hoped that Oreo’s calm happy state would rub off on Frankie and Gracie, but it seems to be the reverse. As more people come to visit, Oreo is more stressed. He’s been a perfect gentleman, but it’s clear he would prefer a quieter home.
I think if the other two didn’t react to a new car in the driveway as a potential terrorist attack, he wouldn’t raise an eyebrow. Unlike my other two, I’m pretty sure Oreo would adjust to this if I asked him too, but I don’t want to ask him to.
It’s hard to write about the dogs when I’m not with the dogs, but I’ll try. I’m actually in a California hotel room recovering from my brief brush with Hollywood. If you’d like to read about that adventure, you can find it on my other blog, My Life In Paragraphs.