Run free, sweet Miley. It was an honor to know you, however briefly.
As part of Jack’s behavior training, he’s not allowed on the furniture (thus the plastic matting you can see on this sofa). Because he’s Special Forces, he makes cunning use of camouflage to defy authority.
Later, he demonstrates other Special Forces skills, rolling on his back to lure the enemy into getting closer.
Hermosa is the first dog who’s made Jack look big.
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 Rescued Pets Movement was the leading fundraiser with $146,978 in donations. That means RPM 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 RPM dog and cat scribes to include you in their Pet Prose.
Spay and neuter, TNR, transport, and adoption are making a positive difference!
Tough Girl Garnet: “I would flex but I don’t want to tear another shirt.”
“She knew exactly when and how her love of cows began. Though her house and collection had been featured many times through the years on local news shows or in newspaper Lifestyle sections when they ran low on human interest stories, she’d never shared that information publicly.
She smiled when the cameras invaded her home to document the thousands of cow figures and toys in her collection. The children’s books featuring cows. Cow art that spilled from her walls to the metal structures in her garden. Cow pillows and stuffed cows, cow sheets and cow salt and pepper shakers. Cow dishes, cow soap dispensers, the cow shower curtains in both bathrooms.
She knew that they were poking fun at her (once, she’d even called it ‘cow poking’ in an interview, which led to a discussion of whether or not cow tipping was a real thing). She’d heard all the jokes from her friends. Her family worried that she was a hoarder. Her husband’s only complaint was that he’d given up eating meat for her.
But whether they laughed or rolled their eyes over her cows, no one knew how it began. They didn’t know about the flooding in the town where she’d lived when she was six. They didn’t see a girl standing at the edge of her backyard in the suburban neighborhood of cheaply constructed houses, watching the swollen creek rush by below her. No one but her saw the cow who’d been swept into the torrent and drowned. She floated with bits of debris made of small tree limbs, grasses, and flowers clinging to her, as if nature were providing a funeral float on this small sea turned red by churned up Georgia clay.
For that all too brief passing, her soul met the cow’s soul–for she didn’t doubt then and never doubted afterward that animals have souls–and every image, totem, and bibelot since had been an homage to a single, lost cow.”
I take photos. I write. Mostly I only take photos of Rescued Pets Movement’s rescued dogs and cats. 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.
Anime recently visited her vet for some followup bloodwork. The results show that the shots she’s getting to manage her Addison’s disease are exactly the dosage she needs. She’s in great spirits, loves to play and explore, and we’re happy every day that she was diagnosed quickly and bounced back to being the dog we know and love. She’s a good soul.
Here’s more information about Addison’s.
Today, Tom picked up this little girl for us to foster. Only 3.5 pounds, stitches on her throat from an embedded collar being removed, and 12 weeks old. Jack is hoping to teach her to be a Bad Dog, but I think it’s too late. She’s already as sweet as can be.
Doodle, Damsel, and Dinky. No more scary times for them, just a new life up the road a ways. Happy journey, little ones!
This is our little foster dog Gibson playing with Jack. Gibson is pretty much perfect except he has heartworms. He leaves for Colorado this week, where he’ll get the medical treatment and forever home he deserves.
We’ll probably have to get Jack a new foster friend quickly. He’s become quite the little goodwill ambassador. Maybe if we could convince him Tim is a foster dog, he’d stop being a jerk to him.
I saw this heartbreaker at the beach today. I don’t even know his name, but I love him.