brindle has been interesting reading lately

there are like 5 different controversial threads going.....with a whole wealth of things to ponder about. like the fractured fairy tale post below....why would you jump into rescue without arming yourself with every single scrap of knowledge and experience that you could possibly subject yourself to?
i will tell you why, because many folks are not only lazy but they are impatient too...they want to be "the all knowing rescue guru" without paying the knowledge dues.
well good luck on that one...i am still waiting for my all knowing guru papers...but at least i can figure out some of the simple stuff.

like....

champ goes for his like 14th side by side daily walk with doris..never a problem, they walk well together..they are both really old and wrecked. and then today at the end of the walk, for absolutely no known to man reason (but pretty well known by me)...champ nails doris in her ear and scares the crap out of her too. totally unprovoked, she was oblivious to his existence til then.

so what happened? well only one thing really...champ was being a dick head today. no rhyme or reason..just an old dog who decides he is an ass today. this is not rocket science, this is not a huge delve into his mind and behavior and manage and modify the shit out of him...this is just simply a crippled very old man who was acting like asshole. lets not justify it with any nicer excuse.

this is why champ lives in the office because i do not like how he gets sometimes....he has his not so great days.....yes, even dogs have them...just like people.

this is why the innocent don't do so well in rescue..they think the answer is in a book somewhere instead of right in front of you....champ was just simply a dick-head today. (but no more walks with doris!)

and to proceed on to the weirder side of a rescue day...you have no idea what i did today. i bought an old but very clean and nice, 21 foot trailer. now why would a rescuer who never leaves home and has a dozen needy dogs sleeping in her kindsized bed in a perfectly good house....need a 21 foot travel trailer?

well i don't.

but frodo does.
that poor cat has gotten squeezed out of every single area we set up for just him...the mp room, the office, the medical/bunny room and lastly, the hideaway suite and the shop. every single time that saints needs more space...frodo loses out. and finally we have hit the end of the line...there is no more space anywhere to reno for him a place of his own.
it is utterly unfair and totally unkind that he gets pushed over for everyone else...frodo has a right to a place that he can call his house.
so yes the crazy woman at saints just bought a cat his very own trailer and i will paint a sign on the door that assures frodo forever that this last house is his very own house...forever....he has my word.

and here is another thing the innocent don't know about rescue...you do not continually cheat and take away from any animal in your care, not even to meet the needs of others. if frodo cannot live with other animals, and i said that frodo could forever live here..then i am obligated to stop dicking around and give him what i said i would give him.

so frodo is now the proud owner of his own travel trailer...it will be delivered later this week.

oh yay laura...another interesting stop on your tours!

(innocent people don't like being thought of as nutz...but in rescue, when push comes to shove...and for the happiness of a cat...we don't really care.)