she is not a PB..she is a senior rotti cross..but she is really lovely. she is a bit worried about this crazy place she has landed in and where has her family gone? i am pretty sure she thinks she was kidnapped and sent to old doggy hell. hopefully she will find some happiness and contentment here..in the mean time she is keeping a low profile and has taken over jelly beans bed. jelly is cool with it cuz it means she gets to wander around but i will have to pull noelle out of there before jelly starts thinking about food.
phoebe wanted out of the zen den when i got home..that was fine, out she came. what really impressed me was when she wanted back in cuz she is in a bad mood. so instead of jumping some poor innocent, she went straight to her zen den door and turned around to look at me...and snarled..let me freaking back in!
you got it babe...good dog!
wilma went home with zoe 2 today and olivia went home with tammy...so there is 2 saints tonight embarking on a new and more normal kind of life...hooray for them (and me!)
grrrhhh..lucky did not eat her breakfast this morning but laura gave her a denta bone and some cookies later and she did eat those...tonight she did not eat her dinner either...and now i am freaking worried. lucky does not EVER turn down her food. how long ago was her last crises when she was diagnosed with cancer of the lung and the stomach? was it 3 or 4 months ago or longer? i just cannot actually remember. she has done so very well...and it looked like she was going to stay well forever.
it has taken me a long time to learn that rescue is not about happy endings. it is about coming home late after a busy day at work to a pile of pissy laundry literally higher than your head. it is about new dogs coming in worried and broken hearted...or even sadder if you ask me...new matted and dirty dogs like shane who are pretty damn happy and think saints is just great.
it is about poking the diabetics when you really just want to skip the whole frantic feeding and med thing altogether for just ONE night...it is remembering first thing this morning that SHIT....i forgot that new diabetic cat oliver's insulin last night!!! (he just has not worked himself into my diabetic routine yet.)
it is about freaking out cuz sometimes the house smells pretty gross and then going on a totally obsessed pee hunt to find the offending odor.
happy endings are great..but if that is all there is to this rescue then if you ask me...that ain't very much at all. it is the down and dirty day after day drudgery that actually defines it all....hey...we will do the easy stuff and we will do the incredibly hard and heroic....but it is the in the middle, mindless, repetitive, drivel stuff that says who we actually are.
saints is hardworking, saints is committed, we not only talk the talk but we walk the freaking talk too...but man if i had one wish tonight...it would be to turn my back on that pissy pile of laundry behind me and pretend it just wasn't there....(the washer is not wringing stuff out very well and the dryer is not drying so great anymore either...it is taking a very long time to push laundry thru these days...it is probably time again for new machines...i am sure that last new washer has now hit at least 6 or 8 months old...and a million and a half laundry loads!)
(not to worry sunday folks..i will not leave it for you...some wishes are not right to wish for and should never come true..plus you are just going to find more dirty and pissy stuff tomorrow and we don't need a pile that expontentially grew!)