Hope

Dylan Capshaw started his own foundation, the Dylan Capshaw Wildlife Foundation, and I suggest you visit his site and learn more about this remarkable young man and the positive change he’s making in the world.

Dylan, who lives in Arizona, decided to help Houston animals impacted by Hurricane Harvey. His mom, wanting to help, began reaching out to organizations here and had a few suggestions for him, but Dylan told her “this is my thing” and he found Rescued Pets Movement through one of the board members, Katie. Dylan raised $1000 to help RPM locate, rehabilitate, and transport animals displaced by the Harvey floods.

I had the honor of meeting Dylan and his family today when they visited RPM’s clinic to present the DCWF check. Later, they toured the Houston Pets Alive facility which is housing and vetting animals from Houston and surrounding areas who needed shelter and help after the hurricane.

Like these two below, Titus and Pepper. They belonged to an elderly woman who lost her home during the flooding and had to move into a place where she couldn’t take her animals. Along with eight other area dogs pulled today from HPA, Titus and Pepper are already scheduled to transport to rescues waiting in Colorado to get them into good forever homes.

Titus
Pepper

I’ve met a lot of amazing people who help animals over my four-year association with RPM, and if you want to know why Dylan rocks my world, it’s because he’s ELEVEN YEARS OLD.

Dylan with a little patient at RPM’s clinic.
Dylan hands over his foundation’s check to RPM Executive Director Charles, board members Katie and Timothy, board co-president and founder Cindy, and board member Dana.
Dylan with his supportive and proud family along with board member Timothy, who gave them their tour of the Jack C. Alexander building and a history of RPM.

Thank you, Dylan, not only for the hope you offer animals in need, but for the hope you give the rest of us. You are a light.

Transport Thursday!

Mel is the stuff country songs are made of.

He was a stray dog on the streets of Houston.

He was run over by a train.

While he was in the hospital, the rest of his family was found and rescued. Some immediately got parvo. (They are okay; no worries.)

Mel did have to get a leg amputated because of the incident with the train.

Out of the hospital, he ran away from his foster home ON THREE LEGS.

A tenacious dog rescuer tracked him through the woods and brought him back.

He’s traveled to Colorado now. I suspect Mel will end up with his own reality show and a pack of admirers. (I am among them.)

Backdated Post re Harvey No. 2

On the Monday after Harvey hit, the rain still hadn’t stopped but most of the streets in our area were drivable, with the water flowing quickly into and down the bayous away from us. Tom, Lynne, and I were able to use Debby’s truck to go to RPM’s clinic to meet ANGELS. These angels were the foster family who stepped up to take care of Brandywine and her two daughters Belina and Brinley. Letting another foster take them was hard. But when they jumped out of their car with umbrellas and grabbed the dogs, holding them close and loving on them, I knew that our sweet girls were safe and in great hands. They are such wonderful little dogs, and since I’m posting this AFTER the fact, I can show you their transport photos from almost two weeks after the flood.

Happy lives, little ladies. You were very brave in your foster homes and while being ferried by hand through flood waters to Lynne’s house and safety. You kept us laughing even as destruction happened around us. Guess what: There are no hurricanes in Colorado!

Brandywine
Brinley
Belina

Backdated post re Harvey No. 1

It was raining when I went to bed Saturday night. In fact, Lynne was with us and left just before the hard rain began. I could see water moving steadily down the street toward the bayou. I wasn’t too worried. We’ve had heavy rains, even flooding, in Houston since we moved to Houndstooth Hall, and we’ve been okay.

Tim was away house- and dogsitting, so I slept at his house with his dogs. Around six AM, I heard a dog whimper next to me and thought, Oh, they’re probably hungry. I swung my feet out of bed and put them down in at least two inches of still-rising water.

That’s when I knew things were bad and likely to get worse, because the rain was torrential at that moment.

The below photo sums up a few things. I had to bend that screen to get it out of the window to hand Pixie, Penny, and Pollock out to Tom because there was less water in our house at the time than in the apartment. Dogs came first.

But immediately upon getting out of bed, as I was texting Tom and evaluating the water levels at the doors, I thought to do two other things. The first was to make sure Tim’s violin was safe (that’s his guitar case pictured here, because by the time I was shooting photos, Tom had moved the violin even higher). The violin was built by his great-grandfather and was one of the only things Tim kept with him wherever we were during previous hurricanes. The second was to move his painting of Rex by Houston artist Kermit Eisenhut to the safety of the table.

Things may be just things, but some of them we shouldn’t have to lose.