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Transport Thursday!


Meet Rattler. Rattler had his right front leg amputated because of a bad fracture and puncture wounds from a snake bite that weren’t healing well. I don’t think his nemesis was a rattlesnake, and I’m not sure I’d have given him that name. I made peace with it by reciting the mantra, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” He is strong and also very goodnatured and affectionate. Love you, Rattler, you are perfect.


I didn’t name this crew Tulsi, Kamala, and Amy, but their names made me laugh. Do you think they debated all the way to Denver?


In this second photo, it was pure coincidence that I happened to have a little friend with me to pose with them. Thank you for fighting the good fight, Senator, and may you do great things in the future.

Fur Ball 2019

The animal rescue’s largest annual fundraiser, the Fur Ball, was originally scheduled for September 19–and Houston flooded that day thanks to Tropical Storm Imelda!

So the event was rescheduled for October 4…and the Houston Astros got in the World Series playoffs and we have a lot of donors who play for, work for, and support the Astros, sooooo….

Rescheduled for December 2. While Monday might not be optimal for an event, and we had a transport scheduled the next morning which meant a lot of 4 and 5 AM wakeup calls for those of us who needed to be at work, we will go any distance to help rescue and transport more dogs and cats and celebrate those already saved (after all, more than 40,000 saved in six years is kind of a big deal, right?).

The theme was “It Takes a Village” and attendees were invited to dress formally or in their favorite 1970s attire. HIPPIE CLOTHES? Sign me up! (I didn’t dress in costume, but hippies are my people, right? This is your legit chance to say, “OK, boomer.”)

There should be a photo available to me soon of Tom and me posing with some puppies, but in the meantime, enjoy some crappy phone photos!


Just inside the door, I got on the rescue bus to pose with some friends and new acquaintances.


The band was so good. I’m trying to find out their name. Also: disco floor! This was early. At the end of the night, when I had to leave to get ready for Tuesday transport, that floor was COVERED with dancers shakin’ their groove thang.

ETA: The band was Password. I want to hear them again!


Those boots! That dress! The tie-dye! That’s Lisa in the middle, who I met six years ago at the very beginning of the rescue organization. She’s awesome and rocks a great VW bus on her T-shirt. LOVE her.


The organization had a professional auctioneer for some AMAZING vacation packages, sports memorabilia, jewelry, designer purses, wine pulls, and art. Here, artist Kermit Eisenhut stands with founding board member and CEO Laura Carlock as she introduces one of his paintings up for auction. What martini drinker or dog lover wouldn’t recognize that as the perfect dog–offering a martini with a big smile!


Happy winners! (And awesome costumes.)


Debby and I took one last ride on the bus before we left. Thanks to the rescue for a night with good people, fun bidding, great food, dancing–all to raise funds to save more animals!

Transport Thursday!

I promise you NO ONE is happier to see Drogo leave than the people who have to work with me. It’s because every time I use his name, I do it in a VERY heavy Natasha Fatale accent and insist that anyone else who speaks of him does the same. I think Drogo knows I understand him. Happy life, Drogo, may you find your very own Bullwinkle pack.


This is Soma and Casper, and I just love their sweet faces. Some adopter(s) will be very lucky.