Hopefully not goodbye

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My longtime foster of a year and a half, Apollo, was adopted last week.

I found him one hot, humid morning in July of 2013, in a dismal, desperately poor neighborhood in Dallas. He was walking with a man and his son, but I could tell immediately that he was alone, that he had simply joined the two on their walk for company, that there was no connection between them other than the sidewalk that briefly shared.

He was emaciated, at least 15, possibly 20 pounds underweight, with a dull black coat and sad brown eyes. It took me nearly 45 minutes to coax this gentle giant into the back of my car, but he also clearly didn’t want to be left behind. He leaned heavily against my leg as he contemplated his face and stroked his ear, as if willing me to stay. With the help of a passing stranger who worked in the office building nearby, we were able to shove him rather inelegantly but successfully into my car at last.

Once he took that leap of faith, he never looked back. His defining trait was
a fierce loyalty that was heart-melting as it was heartbreaking.

After weeks of terrible confinement and discomfort while he recovered from heartworm treatment, then months of near-misses with potential adopters and interested visitors, eventually he became a part of our home, our family life, the rhythm of our days. At some point I think I believed that he had become ours, and that was that.

Then a wonderful family that promised him a forever home and all the love he could possibly want and deserves came, and our precious hours with him wound down to the last, wide-eyed, grasping seconds. And now he’s gone.

I miss him.

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The Love/Hate Relationship of Social Media and Rescue

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Marjorie R. Asturias:

If I had a dime for every “SOMEONE SAVE THIS DOG” comment on a post about a stray/abused/neglected/about-to-be-euthanized dog, I could probably build my own animal sanctuary.

Originally posted on Dog Hair & Bourbon:

Oh, the double-edged sword of Facebook. Rescuers know it well – what started as a brilliant method for sharing dogs in need and utilizing well-meaning volunteers has effectively become what many of us will consider the biggest thorn in our sides. This is a long read, so get comfortable.

Facebook – social media in general, really – is responsible for the lives of thousands of animals that would have never made it out of the shelter alive. Suddenly, low-budget shelters with no ability to share photos and information of the dogs in their facilities gained a free platform to spread the word about their strays and adoptables. Animals started finding rescues and adopters from all over, just because somebody saw their picture on Facebook and decided to help. Groups were formed for transport coordination, breed rescues, etc. and folks really jumped on the bandwagon to help the animals. I mean

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Your Pit Bull

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Marjorie R. Asturias:

B. recently rescued an emaciated young pit bull at the train station. He was on his way to work and found her eagerly scampering from one commuter to another at the platform, desperately trying to capture someone’s attention. If she wasn’t being ignored, she was being actively avoided. Who wants to be even near a pit bull, “knowing” their reputation?

Thankfully, B. knows better. He scooped up the little girl, and she’s now safe in a loving foster home, waiting for her forever family to choose her and take her home with them. She loves hugs, is the very manifestation of pure joy, and plays with anyone possessing enough energy to keep up with her.

Her name is Wednesday.

Thanks to more stories like this one from The Dad Letters, I hope there’ll be many more bridges built, love shared, trust given, friendships made, “reputations” restored.

Originally posted on The Dad Letters:

Dear River,

I want to tell you a story about your dog, Zoe. We found her cowering at the pound. She wasn’t barking like the other dogs. She was simply laying there, looking up at us. The tag said, “lab mix” and she was slated to be killed in a week. We fell for it, thinking we were buying a lab.

She is not a lab. She is a pit bull.

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As Zoe grew, we came to realize the pound had lied. I was scared. I felt irresponsible for letting this type of dog into my home. All of the stereotypes, preconceptions and worries filled my mind. Should I take her back? What would people think of us?

She is the definition of disenfranchised. When first time guests visit we lock her in her cage, not because she is dangerous, but because of unspoken fears. She receives wary glances from strangers as…

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Leigh Anne Tuohy Update: One Of The Teens Responds

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Originally posted on The Belle Jar:

One of the two teens involved in Leigh Anne Tuohy’s recent social media stunt has spoken out on Instagram (his name has been blurred out for privacy):

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Person One aka Teen Leigh Anne Tuohy approached at KFC:

Yeah people don’t know what really happened because I actually had money I have a job and have had one for over a year I was gonna pay for my brother the other guy in the picture but he was insisting on waiting on his uncle but his phone was dying so we were charging it which is the reason we were in KFC in the first place.and the game was only a 3 min walk up the street I don’t see why she said bus fare that kinda ticked me off a little but the way she worded it is making us sound less fortunate and that isn’t the case at…

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Leigh Anne Tuohy, Racism, and the White Saviour Complex

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Originally posted on The Belle Jar:

Leigh Anne “That Nice Woman Sandra Bullock Played In The Blind Side” Tuohy recently posted the following picture and caption on her Facebook and Instagram accounts:

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We see what we want! It’s the gospel truth! These two were literally huddled over in a corner table nose to nose and the person with me said “I bet they are up to no good” well you know me… I walked over, told them to scoot over. After 10 seconds of dead silence I said so whats happening at this table? I get nothing.. I then explained it was my store and they should spill it… They showed me their phones and they were texting friends trying to scrape up $3.00 each for the high school basketball game! Well they left with smiles, money for popcorn and bus fare. We have to STOP judging people and assuming and pigeon holing people!…

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Stew for You (or Two)

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Marjorie R. Asturias:

I’m all about simplifying my life and household as we head into the holidays, and while I haven’t had the chance to try this gift/meal idea out, just reading it makes me salivate. Yum!

Originally posted on The Domestic Man:

Recently, I’ve been thinking about living a simpler life. The idea started when I visited Mickey Trescott’s new home in the Willamette Valley over the summer, but it really solidified when we moved all of our things from Maryland to Florida last month – over 14,000 lbs worth of belongings. As we started unpacking boxes, I couldn’t help but think that I just didn’t need so much stuff. The worst part about it? We’re still unpacking.

So for the holidays this year, we’re trying to not buy any objects for each other. Instead, we’re gifting experiences. So this week’s recipe is going to be a little different from your usual Tuesday post; I’m going to walk you through how to make gifts to hand out to people that aren’t stuff. A couple years back I made a few gallons of my barbecue sauce and gave it away as…

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