Peanut butter the Pit still resides at the ACAPL. Her old foster dad sometimes takes her for a ride in the truck and she gets a run in the fields, but she still has to go back to the shelter.
We now foster a lovely beagle who was part of a rescue of 12 beagles from a hoarder. Fiona is 8 years old but you should see her play in the yard. She and the Amer. mix have a great time.
Peanut Butter and Fiona want a forever home and look at you with sad dogie eyes. It breaks our tiny little hearts.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Poor me
I once had a "true" love break it off because I was holding back his career. It was a good choice for him.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Update on Peanut Butter pit mix and Annie the cat
It has been so long since I blogged that I had to look up my pass word!
Anyway, Here is the news on Peanut Butter and Annie the one eyed cat. Right after I blogged the last time. Annie got a forever home and has not come back. Peanut Butter, however, took on her new owner's other dog and was sent packing back to her foster home, where she had been replaced in dominance and got hurt.
Peanut Butter is now at the shelter in a 4 x 5 kennel. She is mended after her fight at the foster home but we have not found her a home where she would be the only dog. She has lost the weight she needed to lose but she still is a frightening looking mutt. We had a drug dealer who wanted her but we sent him packing fast faster than PB was sent back! Nothing scarier than a bunch of angry women.
If you pray for animals, PB sure could use some, as could all our 200 or so cats and dogs, kits and pups.
Anyway, Here is the news on Peanut Butter and Annie the one eyed cat. Right after I blogged the last time. Annie got a forever home and has not come back. Peanut Butter, however, took on her new owner's other dog and was sent packing back to her foster home, where she had been replaced in dominance and got hurt.
Peanut Butter is now at the shelter in a 4 x 5 kennel. She is mended after her fight at the foster home but we have not found her a home where she would be the only dog. She has lost the weight she needed to lose but she still is a frightening looking mutt. We had a drug dealer who wanted her but we sent him packing fast faster than PB was sent back! Nothing scarier than a bunch of angry women.
If you pray for animals, PB sure could use some, as could all our 200 or so cats and dogs, kits and pups.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Tales of the Tails at the APL – Annie
Annie is a black cat brought in to the shelter by a person who “found” her. You can never tell for sure if the animal was found or the owner just got tired it. As it was Annie came in a while ago. She was given her shots, cleaned up and placed in OB. That is the observation room not a place for the animals to deliver young, not that we don’t have a lot of that going on at the shelter. Annie was given a good bill of health and “fixed.” No animal leaves the shelter otherwise.
The problem with Annie was that she was an adult cat with one blind funny looking eye. She had been to the mall shelter several times since she was spayed, but came back to the main shelter each time. A few weeks ago, a man and some of his family came to the mall looking for a pet. The man was older and was wanting a friend to hang around with. He chose Annie because he too was just about blind. We all thought it was a great match, Annie loved the man and the man loved Annie and they had something in common.
I’d like to say that was the end of a happy story, however, when they got home, the man’s eyes started to itch and water. The more Annie snuggled up to her new best friend the worse his eyes bothered him. They family came out the main shelter in tears. He could not keep Annie. He had trouble enough seeing and the itching and watering made it much worse. “I’m so sorry Annie.” the man said with tears from allergies as well as sorrow. They left with no pet for grandpa. It was a sad story all around.
The problem with Annie was that she was an adult cat with one blind funny looking eye. She had been to the mall shelter several times since she was spayed, but came back to the main shelter each time. A few weeks ago, a man and some of his family came to the mall looking for a pet. The man was older and was wanting a friend to hang around with. He chose Annie because he too was just about blind. We all thought it was a great match, Annie loved the man and the man loved Annie and they had something in common.
I’d like to say that was the end of a happy story, however, when they got home, the man’s eyes started to itch and water. The more Annie snuggled up to her new best friend the worse his eyes bothered him. They family came out the main shelter in tears. He could not keep Annie. He had trouble enough seeing and the itching and watering made it much worse. “I’m so sorry Annie.” the man said with tears from allergies as well as sorrow. They left with no pet for grandpa. It was a sad story all around.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I'm thinking that Facebook is a good way to keep in touch, let people know you think of them, and still have little or no REAL contact or communication with them.
"Here, I'll send you a fish for your "little Blue Cove" and a horse for your "My Farm". See I like you and am thinking of you."
The cool little games we get to play and we do not have to pass on how we really think and feel, or hear what we do not wish to contemplate. We are doing “things” for people and yet barely burning 3 calories. WE can show 15...23...52... people that they are loved and thought about in one heart felt Click! Is not the “NET” wonderful?
And, we can learn that our loved ones are alive and healthy enough to spend some hours on Facebook, or the like. Good thing to know.
Better than silent nothing I suppose.
"Here, I'll send you a fish for your "little Blue Cove" and a horse for your "My Farm". See I like you and am thinking of you."
The cool little games we get to play and we do not have to pass on how we really think and feel, or hear what we do not wish to contemplate. We are doing “things” for people and yet barely burning 3 calories. WE can show 15...23...52... people that they are loved and thought about in one heart felt Click! Is not the “NET” wonderful?
And, we can learn that our loved ones are alive and healthy enough to spend some hours on Facebook, or the like. Good thing to know.
Better than silent nothing I suppose.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Things I've Learned
Some things I learned lately, or at least had reinforced.
-You can send a kid to the office easier if you tell them, “It’s a good thing I like you.”
-If you drink Beet-carrot-celery juice, you will see a change in color of your urinous waste.
-You can use less electricity and have you bill go up (& up).
-Cold dogs will put up with doggie sweaters but hot dogs will not.
-Some dogs think plastic food dishes are chew toys.
- If it's on the floor, a dog will chew it.
-If there is fluff in it, a dog will get the fluff out.
-Spell check can give you a word then tell you it is spelled incorrectly.
-You can work 6 days straight on the Wii Fit and not loose an ounce.
-If one dog has itthe rest will want it.
-Dogs never want to eat out of their own food dishes.
-Friends like you better if they don’t see you too often.
-Dogs don’t care if you get a good nights sleep as long as they can lie next to you and push you with their feet to be sure you are there. You think that they could just smell you.
-You can deny God’s existence but he will never deny yours.
-Don’t put the squirrel feeder and house inside the Jack Russell yard.
-My cranberry relish still taste's good and is good for you.
-The book “Coralline” (yes with an o) is going to be coming out as a movie.
-Husbands stop listening to you even before the loose their hearing.
-The colder the temperature, the finer the snow.
-Six dogs in your house can be too many and too few at the same time.
-A dog loves you, even when you say something offensive.
-Most dogs are good for a snuggle.
-Don’t blog about communication, before you take your antidepressant.
Pax Christi!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Sorry
For what even I have done or said that has bothered you in any way, I am honestly and humbly sorry. Really! I mean it, wondering why intelligent people can not communicate their feelings clearly and non-offensively? Is it because we are so smart we look for hidden meaning or omens in everything?
Recently, two people came to visit. It had been a while and I and Pop looked forward to it with anticipation. Even though we had a great time, there was fear and trepidation, on my part at least. Every time I spoke I worried that I was offending some feeling of theirs, and several times I did just that. Our beliefs on some things have become quite different. I noticed some sighs and eye rolling coming my way.
Every parent has some regrets and feels that they were poor parents. Mine grow around the stick of lack of truth or clarity in communication. But this feeling of inadequacy spreads through out every thing I do. I know I’m a good person and have much to give. I know I care about all life from a germinating seed of a human to the germinating seed of a plant. Life is LIFE, a gift from God. I know I care and mean only the best. I’m not vindictive, I love, try at least to be patient, kind, not jealous etc.
You would think I’d have a bunch of good close friends. You would think that, but you would be wrong. I have some awesome friends. They are far away and are not near me day in and out. People whom that is forced on, I wind up offending and they pull away.
Pop is right in a way. He once said, “…., you offend everyone you talk to.” The truth in the statement is I eventually will do just that. Ah, I know. I am wallowing in self-pity and regret. That does not change the truth. 60 some years old and still can not talk to relatives and friends. There is none in the world whom one can just be our selves with. Funny, that is what we all want. To be accepted “as is”, non returnable, you have to keep me even with the flaws.
Recently, two people came to visit. It had been a while and I and Pop looked forward to it with anticipation. Even though we had a great time, there was fear and trepidation, on my part at least. Every time I spoke I worried that I was offending some feeling of theirs, and several times I did just that. Our beliefs on some things have become quite different. I noticed some sighs and eye rolling coming my way.
Every parent has some regrets and feels that they were poor parents. Mine grow around the stick of lack of truth or clarity in communication. But this feeling of inadequacy spreads through out every thing I do. I know I’m a good person and have much to give. I know I care about all life from a germinating seed of a human to the germinating seed of a plant. Life is LIFE, a gift from God. I know I care and mean only the best. I’m not vindictive, I love, try at least to be patient, kind, not jealous etc.
You would think I’d have a bunch of good close friends. You would think that, but you would be wrong. I have some awesome friends. They are far away and are not near me day in and out. People whom that is forced on, I wind up offending and they pull away.
Pop is right in a way. He once said, “…., you offend everyone you talk to.” The truth in the statement is I eventually will do just that. Ah, I know. I am wallowing in self-pity and regret. That does not change the truth. 60 some years old and still can not talk to relatives and friends. There is none in the world whom one can just be our selves with. Funny, that is what we all want. To be accepted “as is”, non returnable, you have to keep me even with the flaws.
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