I know in my last post I spoke about Rocky, the dog who had been severely abused. Since that day I have been down to animal control several times trying to find out exactly what could be done to help and just how much support I would get from the officers. They are 100% supportive of our helping them adopt out as well as helping take care of the animals. They gave me great information and pointed me in all the right directions. I am in the process of getting my 501 status, tax exempt, which will open a lot of doors for the rescue. They tell me it should go through in just a couple of weeks. Then we will be able to accept donations from individuals, companies as well as supplies from companies. We already have a couple of places willing to let us set up an adopt a day at their location. I am supposed to meet with the police chief and the mayor to get the official approval and go ahead. Which nobody thinks is going to be a problem.
On my last trip down to animal control there was a special little someone who stole my heart. I couldn't help it! Her name is Karma, she is 2 months old, half pit bull and half lab. The sweetest little girl! I had to bring her home. It has turned out to be an excellent decision, if I don't say so myself. With our current boxer being so full of energy, she could run circles around me for days! I have tried and tried to work her energy out but I am only one person and she is killing me. Not anymore! Miss Karma has been the perfect pal, they are constantly playing and running. For the first time since we have had her Megan does not have to be crated at night for chewing, she is to tired to chew! They sleep together, play together, eat together, they even share toys! It is very entertaining.
April 21, 2006
April 14, 2006
Rocky
If you have read many of my posts you are aware that we are huge animal lovers. With animals outnumbering the humans in the house its slightly obvious. We do rescue work for the local boxer rescue as a foster home. In doing this we have seen some horrible acts of cruelty. Yesterday the rescue got a call about a boxer at the pound close to me, so we decided to head down and check it out. When I got this call I was slightly surprised at the fact that our little bitty town has a pound, I had been told we didn't. When I arrived I realized why most people aren't aware of it. The gas station is bigger. Don't let the size fool you into thinking they don't get many animals, they do. They just don't have any funding. There is no outside area and the conditions inside are heartbreaking. They do the best they can but are terribly underfunded and understaffed.
The boxer we came to see had found a home but on our inspection of the other animals we came across Rocky. He is a male shepherd mix, probably part rotty. Rocky is terribly emaciated, dehydrated, covered in fleas and ticks and the skin on his tail was ripped off. His tail was literally red meat with the skin flopping to the side. The animal control officer told us about his conditions in which he was living and that this case was going to court. They had a rescue organization that was more than willing to take him but they needed a vet check to insure that he isn't so far gone with a major illness that he can be rehabilitated. Animal control had been asking people for donations to help pay for that but so far nobody had stepped up. I cant take them all home but I can help the ones I can. We took Rocky to the vet right then and there. My vet was shocked at his appearance but even more shocked when she did his check. He is over all fine but starved. Rocky's tail can be saved but will have to be amputated, we went ahead and set that up for today. Rocky is going to be ok, the rescue picks him up tomorrow. In all the abuse he has obviously been put through he isn't even the slightest bit aggressive. He is so loving and sweet, it just broke my heart.
After seeing what conditions animal control has here we are working on a plan. We are hoping to be able to help out in adoptions and fund raising. Nothing set in stone yet but we are working on it. Keep your fingers crossed, hopefully we can make a difference.
The boxer we came to see had found a home but on our inspection of the other animals we came across Rocky. He is a male shepherd mix, probably part rotty. Rocky is terribly emaciated, dehydrated, covered in fleas and ticks and the skin on his tail was ripped off. His tail was literally red meat with the skin flopping to the side. The animal control officer told us about his conditions in which he was living and that this case was going to court. They had a rescue organization that was more than willing to take him but they needed a vet check to insure that he isn't so far gone with a major illness that he can be rehabilitated. Animal control had been asking people for donations to help pay for that but so far nobody had stepped up. I cant take them all home but I can help the ones I can. We took Rocky to the vet right then and there. My vet was shocked at his appearance but even more shocked when she did his check. He is over all fine but starved. Rocky's tail can be saved but will have to be amputated, we went ahead and set that up for today. Rocky is going to be ok, the rescue picks him up tomorrow. In all the abuse he has obviously been put through he isn't even the slightest bit aggressive. He is so loving and sweet, it just broke my heart.
After seeing what conditions animal control has here we are working on a plan. We are hoping to be able to help out in adoptions and fund raising. Nothing set in stone yet but we are working on it. Keep your fingers crossed, hopefully we can make a difference.
April 08, 2006
Deadly storm
I returned home around 1 pm from shopping. I went early because I knew there were going to be storms coming through and I didn't want to be caught out in it. The news began to report the storms were really bad, tornados were dropping down everywhere. I am watching the report in a stunned silence as they are giving the path the storm is taking. I had just been there, shopping. They start highlighting roads on the news in the direct path of a tornado that has dropped down. My sister works there, right there on that road. I grab the phone knowing they aren't watching television and probably listening to a satellite radio. When I get my sister on the phone I am telling her "Take cover, take cover now. There is a tornado on the ground, its heading right for you." She hangs up immediately and tells her coworkers.
Still watching the news, waiting for information. My closest friend calls me, she is driving with her children into the heart of one of the worse cells to get her other child. Her radio is out in her car and counting on me to direct her as to the danger. She drives through a dead area and is going to call me right back when she gets on the other side and has cell phone service.
The phone rings again. It's my other sister, she isn't at work today. Her house is in the heart of that cell. She is hearing alarms and bells not sure what they are. I'm telling her to get in the bathroom now, that's the tornado warning system. She goes to her bathroom with a pillow to cover her head. She starts crying, she's scared. I'm not going to get off of the phone with her, trying to talk her through this. She begins to get hysterical yelling "Oh my God! Oh my God!" "what's going on? What's wrong?" I ask
"There are two forming right outside my back window, Oh God!" she says
"Get in the damn bathroom now!" I'm yelling
"I am in the bathroom, I can see it through the back door."
"Shut the frigging bathroom door, if the glass door busts its coming right to you. Shut the God damn door!" I tell her.
She shuts the door. She begins to panic. Not being able to see it coming is causing her to be irrational. She begins to yell "I cant do this. Oh God, I cant stay in here. I cant breathe."
"You don't have a choice, you stay in that bathroom damn it!" I'm screaming now.
The phone goes dead.
My power goes out.
I don't know if my sister is ok.
I cant direct my friend who is counting on me.
I can do nothing.
It was a little over an hour before I got power and found you my sister is ok. It was even longer before I found out my friend and her children were ok. The town is in devastation. The news is saying there were several tornados ranging from a category 1 all the way to a 4. We were all very lucky.
Still watching the news, waiting for information. My closest friend calls me, she is driving with her children into the heart of one of the worse cells to get her other child. Her radio is out in her car and counting on me to direct her as to the danger. She drives through a dead area and is going to call me right back when she gets on the other side and has cell phone service.
The phone rings again. It's my other sister, she isn't at work today. Her house is in the heart of that cell. She is hearing alarms and bells not sure what they are. I'm telling her to get in the bathroom now, that's the tornado warning system. She goes to her bathroom with a pillow to cover her head. She starts crying, she's scared. I'm not going to get off of the phone with her, trying to talk her through this. She begins to get hysterical yelling "Oh my God! Oh my God!" "what's going on? What's wrong?" I ask
"There are two forming right outside my back window, Oh God!" she says
"Get in the damn bathroom now!" I'm yelling
"I am in the bathroom, I can see it through the back door."
"Shut the frigging bathroom door, if the glass door busts its coming right to you. Shut the God damn door!" I tell her.
She shuts the door. She begins to panic. Not being able to see it coming is causing her to be irrational. She begins to yell "I cant do this. Oh God, I cant stay in here. I cant breathe."
"You don't have a choice, you stay in that bathroom damn it!" I'm screaming now.
The phone goes dead.
My power goes out.
I don't know if my sister is ok.
I cant direct my friend who is counting on me.
I can do nothing.
It was a little over an hour before I got power and found you my sister is ok. It was even longer before I found out my friend and her children were ok. The town is in devastation. The news is saying there were several tornados ranging from a category 1 all the way to a 4. We were all very lucky.
April 01, 2006
A moment
It just doesn't seem that long ago when she was still making mud pies and playing hop scotch. When she was running through the house, her little face smeared with dirt and not a care in the world. I enjoyed the moments of her growing up, I know I did, but now it seems it is all happening so fast that maybe I didn't enjoy it enough. I did think about what it would be like when she got bigger, shopping for prom and her wedding. Nothing could have prepared me.
I took her to pick up the prom gown she had ordered yesterday. It was my first time seeing it as she is so independent that she and her girlfriend went to pick their dresses out together. When she came out of that dressing room nothing could have prepared me for the young woman standing before me. She was a vision, the kind songs and poems are written about. Nothing I say would do justice to the site before me at that moment. For just a split second I saw my little girl with her dirt smeared face giggling and staring up at me. Just as quickly she became this breath taking woman who was standing before me. I cant describe to you all of the emotions that surged through me. There was joy, sadness, pride and an incredible ache deep within my soul. An ache to retake all of the wonderful years I have had with her and lock them in a box so they never age and remain as fresh as the day they happened. An ache that felt as if the shattered remains of my soul would always be missing a piece, the piece my daughter will always hold.
I took her to pick up the prom gown she had ordered yesterday. It was my first time seeing it as she is so independent that she and her girlfriend went to pick their dresses out together. When she came out of that dressing room nothing could have prepared me for the young woman standing before me. She was a vision, the kind songs and poems are written about. Nothing I say would do justice to the site before me at that moment. For just a split second I saw my little girl with her dirt smeared face giggling and staring up at me. Just as quickly she became this breath taking woman who was standing before me. I cant describe to you all of the emotions that surged through me. There was joy, sadness, pride and an incredible ache deep within my soul. An ache to retake all of the wonderful years I have had with her and lock them in a box so they never age and remain as fresh as the day they happened. An ache that felt as if the shattered remains of my soul would always be missing a piece, the piece my daughter will always hold.
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