Michelson Found Animals Saving Pets Challenge raised more than 1.5 million dollars in their 2017 campaign. That means a LOT of people care about companion animals!
I’m thrilled to share that our rescue was the leading fundraiser with $146,978 in donations. That means the group will be awarded the grand prize of an additional $50,000. A lot of great people contributed, including those who donated to Tim’s and my teams. I’m so grateful to you all, and I’m slowly fulfilling my pledge to name animals in your honor or to persuade the rescue’s dog and cat scribes to include you in their Pet Prose.
Spay and neuter, TNR, transport, and adoption are making a positive difference!
“It was impossible for him to convince himself he was doing nothing wrong in light of the subterfuge he practiced to set everything up. He made the reservation at a restaurant where he knew she’d never go. He told no one what he was up to so there would be no chance of anyone accidentally or maliciously telling her. He chose Thursday because that was the night she had yoga, and he was usually on his own for dinner anyway. The day before and the morning of, he changed nothing in the way of his grooming, his choice of wardrobe, or his behavior.
He would not be one of those men who got caught because he was careless.
So when the server set his steak in front of him, with its side of crisp, steamed asparagus, the reflection of the candlelight flickering seductively on his glass of red wine, he couldn’t understand why the knife and fork were too heavy to lift. Had the butter on the warm bread been tainted with a strong dose of conscience?
He gave the steak one last longing look and motioned the server back over.
‘Is something wrong, sir?’
‘I’m sure it’s fine, but you can take it away and bring me the check. Don’t worry; I’ll tip you. Here’s another tip. If you love steak, never fall in love with and marry a vegetarian.'”
From Tommy’s work in progress.
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
I have my own fundraising team [link redacted because fundraiser has ended] for our rescue’s Michelson Found Animals Saving Pets Challenge 2017.
If you’ve been following Pet Prose, you know that many of our group’s rescued dogs and cats have been sharing excerpts from their writing on my blog. If you contribute to my team, a future author will include you as a character in their work! You’ve always been quite a character–now everyone will know it.
Or if you prefer, I can name one of our rescued dogs after you or the name of your choice (names should be ten letters or less and G rated).
Have a little fun, give a little money (NO AMOUNT IS TOO SMALL and you can opt out of paying the CrowdRise fee), and help us save more dogs and cats! (And also keep me from having zero fundraising dollars.)
I thank you and so does Gerald, pictured above. He’s safe and ready to travel next week to his new home because of the kindness of folks like you.
“In a different world, it would have been the beginning of a romantic comedy with America’s sweetheart of the moment. Lifestyle blogger is invited to speak at a conference in Chicago. Packs light in her father’s old hand-me-down black Samsonite. Flight is delayed. Grabs suitcase out of baggage claim and races outside the terminal. Takes forever to get a cab, so when she arrives at the host hotel, she asks the desk to hold her suitcase until she can check into her room later.
Her talk is a success! They laugh in all the right places and stand in line to meet her and get her autograph. She enjoys her little taste of celebrity. Finally she checks in and her suitcase is brought to her room.
Except when she opens it, it isn’t packed with her comfy loungewear or the bath salts, scented oils, and face masks and moisturizers she’s been planning to spoil herself with before joining other conference attendees for dinner and drinks. Her little black dress and strappy heels are also missing.
She stares dumbly at the thick packets of files jammed into the suitcase. She opens a few, and as the words and numbers begin to register on a brain that can barely remember the access code to the gate of her apartment complex, she has a nightmarish realization. She is Emma Stone or Anna Kendrick dropped without warning into a Jason Bourne movie.
Her mind races–call the desk? wipe off her fingerprints and throw the suitcase out the window? figure out if she took the wrong suitcase at the airport or if the hotel made the mix-up?
Does some international spy have her bag, and how long will it take the KGB or Interpol or the CIA to track her down? She’s not built for this.
Come on, come on, she reproaches herself, the world is not always about Will Smith or Harrison Ford or Daniel Craig.
‘What would Super Spy Angelina Jolie do?’ she asks the suitcase, then claps her hand over her mouth and scans the ceiling for where the bugs are likely to be planted.”
From Peyton’s work in progress I Can’t Even Pronounce John le Carré.
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
“Truth be told, he liked the random nature of things. He wasn’t interested in patterns or destiny or reasons. Those who populated our lives came and went. It was a mistake to try to force a relationship or hold on to one that had run its course. He did subscribe to the idea that nature abhors a vacuum. As long as he was open to new people and experiences, they’d come along to fill the empty places.”
Dinkie, writing a novel about a man who refuses
to give power to a broken heart.
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
“He knew prejudice was a bad thing, but there was one attribute possessed by some people he couldn’t get beyond. He trusted no one who said they liked rice cakes. They had to be faking it. If they’d lie about that, what else about them was false?”
From Venus’s novel in progress.
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
“Redemption began, as it so often does, with my unfortunate and unjust incarceration.”
The first sentence of Alley’s memoir Actually, Calico is the New Black.
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
Our driver’s funeral service was today. Afterward, I spent time away from everything rescue-related because sometimes I need to breathe and focus on a bigger picture.
But I can never really escape the dogs. Debby and I went to one of my favorite shops, Body Mind and Soul, where I found bracelets made by Chavez for Charity. The two bracelets I picked out benefited Best Friends Animal Society. It seemed a nice way to honor Charles Roberts’s commitment to the rescue of animals.
“He lunged at her, fangs exposed, and found himself sprawled on the pavement twenty feet away.
He heard his friends laughing from the balcony. His gaze went from them to the corner, but she’d vanished.
‘That wasn’t human. What was that?’
‘I believe that’s what humans call an angel,’ Randolph drawled.”
An excerpt from Rosa’s first vampire novella.
I take photos. I write. My volunteer job is taking photos of rescued dogs and cats transported by the rescue group whose records I manage. Since working and volunteering don’t leave me a lot of time to write, I’m spending 2017 borrowing from what these dogs and cats are writing. They said it’s okay.
I have my own fundraising team [link redacted because fundraiser has ended] for our rescue’s Michelson Found Animals Saving Pets Challenge 2017.
