Update: Happy Tails: Adopted!

Thanks to everyone who shared their hearts with me yesterday! We went to visit (and hopefully adopt George the Yorkie) (or whatever he is) and he was already ADOPTED! So, hell yeah! I am so glad he found a good home. He even has a doggie brother to play with, I am told. Also, lots of folks were there at the Franklin County Animal Shelter looking and adopting dogs, and cats too. Thank Goodness! The system worked for George! ¬†We looked at all the other doggies and so many beautiful ones are there ready for some love. My son was very sad and wished we could have taken them all, but he understood that we could not. Lots of pit bull mixes were there. I wonder why that is the situation? One guy (Max) was super cute, a very large black and white lab-type mix dog I liked. He was very funny and cat-like as he sat up high in the window sill. But he wasn’t young-kid friendly.

So without further adieu: In celebration of George getting adopted, here is a photo of my Juni, who was found 2 years ago running around stray an hour south of here, enjoying my bed in the sunshine yesterday! ūüėČ

Happy Tails, indeed!

the sun on my tum is fun!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Abandoned

Opal Kitty

I don’t like the word abandon. It conjures up too many things that feel very painful to me. This week especially has been wrought with worry. Last Sunday morning, on the way to a meeting, I came upon a young lady who was on the side of the road with a doggie (shown below) who looked in distress so I stopped. I asked if she was ok, and she said she saw the doggie and was waiting for Animal Control to come pick it up. Was the dog hurt? She didn’t know. He came to me but was limping a little. I let him sniff me and picked him up, telling him not to bite me. I held him, petting him softly, knowing that if the dog went into the system, it might not be good. The animal control got there and asked if it was our dog. I didn’t want to lie, so I said no. I told her the truth, that I was afraid he’d be put down if I let her have him. She said he needed to be seen by a vet. Either one of us or her. Since it was Sunday, not an easy day to find a vet. I worried that if it was MY dog, I wouldn’t want someone to just take him home; I’d want a chance to find my beloved lost little doggie. He had on a flea collar and had been neutered. I worried that he might fight with all the other animals at home, or not like kids. Sadly, I let him go to the shelter. He is still there. I have called every day, sometimes many times. He is currently awaiting dental surgery. He passed the vet inspection and the behavioral inspection. A few people have come in to see if he was theirs. No. On one hand, I regret letting him go. (The other woman said she couldn’t take him). On the other hand, I can’t save everyone. (I could easily turn into the animal and stuff hoarding lady with one wrong synapse surge…) I have 2 dogs (we lost our oldest on Dec 26th), 3 cats, (the newest is Opal who was dumped in the neighborhood), 3 rats, and a myriad of other things like fish and hermit crabs. Oh, and I have 2 kids. They are the only ones I brought into this world intentionally. The rest have been rescued. None through a shelter. I doubt they’d let me adopt. All my pets have issues. Issues that I can handle but they sure don’t look good on paper. I am praying a good loving person can come rescue “Yorkie 58180”. He is breaking my heart, as are all the thousands of dogs and cats I weep over looking at their sad faces everyday on Facebook. If only abandoning wasn’t such an easy thing for some people to do. Get your pets spayed or neutered. It does save lives.

abandoned and scared

abandoned and scared

Weekly Photo Challenge: Beginning

Our family has a new beginning, Opal. We just lost our dearest companion of 16 years, Ruby, on December 26th, 2013. 2012 at Thanksgiving we lost our beloved Perl. I truly believe Opal was sent to us by Ruby and Perl. She looks so much like Perl it is weird, like I am seeing things. Her eyes are different and she hisses at the dogs, but she is a love bug and so very sweet to us humans. I miss both Perl and Ruby very much. They will never be able to be replaced. I still look for Ruby during feeding and bedtime then I get that sinking feeling…”Oh, yeah”. I hope she is having a great new beginning wherever she is. 16 years is a long time. I believe Perl was 16 or 17, but she was only with us for several years, as her owner had to go to a nursing home. Ruby followed me everywhere. She’d even wake from a sound sleep to make sure I was still where she left me. It will be fun to learn the nuances of our new Opal. She was meant to be, literally brought to our home the day before yesterday, a week to the day after Ruby’s death.

Foggy Doggy

foggymorningRuby in the fog...This morning we had some pretty good fog. I woke up really early¬†because¬†I had a bunch of stuff to do this morning and my anxious mind wakes me up to not miss things. ¬†I had to take a report to my son’s classroom, Ruby was getting dropped off at the vet for a teeth cleaning at 8:30 and I had an appointment at 9:30. I wanted to shoot the fog and decided to take Ruby so she could have fun before her appointment. Ruby had a blast, I made all my¬†appointments,¬†got to shoot the fog, and dear old Ruby only had to have 6 teeth removed. Ha, ONLY…..OW! Luckily I was only charged for one, otherwise it would have been a very expensive teeth cleaning. Maybe she needs doggie dentures? I am picking her up in a bit. She came through it all swimmingly. They even said I could keep her teeth. Hee Hee. Oh yeah, did I mention I LOVE fog? It was heavenly. We were there surrounded in a blanket of fog before the sun came up. It was like being in a cloud. What could be better?

 

Perl

Perl is the best pet I have ever had the pleasure to have loved!

Run Ruby Run

I love watching Ruby run!!! She just loves it and it is so fun to watch! Talk about a Free Spirit! Ruby is a Pointer Mix (German Short Haired x French Pointer). She is about 40 lbs, and almost 15 years old, almost deaf, separation anxiety, and a little goofy. My Dad used to call her the “Uncontrolled¬†Missile”. Even though she has some arthritis, she will still run around beautifully when I take her out. I used to run her every day, but since she can’t hear me much, or chooses not to, I don’t so much any more. She won’t run away, but she will go on roads, up to people, in front of bikes, etc. She also does not know to take it easy, so she goes all out and then is sore for a few days. She still will play with Juni, our new, young, full of other issues, Beagle x Lab x Boxer rescue. But he runs AWAY, not looking back (I almost lost him twice and he is a rescue from 60 miles south of here. People looked for an owner for over a month, he probably ran there from California- ha ha, or was a stray- he has protective food issues, and gobbles down anything he can), so we go to a completely fenced in area to run around. This photo is Ruby running on the dam at Alum Creek State Park. Below is Mr. Juni (aka June Bug or Buggles). He is lucky he is so cute and soft and sweet MOST of the time. Ahhhh, the puppy make me appreciate the old dog. ūüėČ