boomer is so freaking happy here...he got the best of both worlds. he has his little june/mystic BFF's posse to play with, the freedom to run, play, swim when he wants, a nice inside home with good food, comfy beds and couch's, and an extended human famiily who loves him and thinks he is pretty damn cool.
i would think a free roaming northern village dog would have a hard time adjusting to life in the lower mainland..but... he hasn't. he got to come to a place that wasn't too confining, already had some good natured, ready made friends up for a game of tug or tag, and an easy going, dog friendly, willing to share human without a ton of rules or expectations dumped on his head.
i always feel sorry for project dogs...you know the ones..easy to identify.... they are the ones we humans talk about and list all of the really smart and hard work things that we did to make them so great.
i shudder to think of being personally made over into someone bigger and better.
i might not be perfect but i kind of like me..i get a lot of shit done every day.
like... spending a half hour sitting on my ass watching a bunch of dogs just run and play.
you might not think that is work but it is. learning not to interfere, learning to let creatures be, learning i don't have to add or subtract or stick on my personal stamp in every aspect of someone's actual life...learning that i don't have the answer's for everyone else...so far, that has taken my entire animal rescuing career.
it has taken me a long time to learn too, that i don't have to re-make myself into some kind of warm and fuzzy comfortable model for humans. if i can give the animals here the freedom to be who they are, then i sure as heck can be free to be me..... to do what i do well and not have to carry the burdens of others for who i am not.
we are not just who we say we are, we are not what other people want or think. we are not stuff of some kind of dream or wish or fantasy. we are not characters, ogres, victims or hero's of some great earth moving, soul touching movie...we are only the sum of what we do every day.
and sometimes i do a bit of nothing, like just watching dogs get dirty while they play.
Absolutely all dogs can't heal themselves. Screech is never going to heal himself and poor Oliver was so damaged I never tried to heal him nor asked to him to heal himself. And some dogs like Indy, Chauncey, Paris, Serena, Quinn, Austin (those are the ones that come quickly to mind) only needed time to sort it out for themselves and they usually sort it out in their permanent homes not mine. Dogs like Patrick, Lexi, Boomer, Raleigh and Chase just to name a few needed my sticking my 2 cents worth in. Then there are dogs like Butch, the husky/pitty puppies, Jesse and so many more that we fostered that didn't need to figure anything out or need my interference because all they needed was a good home.