Saturday, May 24, 2025
A good start to the weekend
Thursday, May 22, 2025
A little yard time
I had a good therapy session Thursday morning and was feeling pretty good all day so I decided to try some yard work Thursday afternoon. It wasn't anything serious but I was moving pots and planters around, gathering up those that I'm giving away in one spot and those that I still hope to sell in another. I probably did more lifting that I should have done, but I was pretty careful. It felt good to be outside in the yard puttering around again.
I had Bailey and Woody with me, of course. Woody was constantly putting his ball where I could sometimes kick it for him. Bailey just hung around and supervised Woody. But when I got the hose out to water a few things Bailey really lit up. That's her favorite outdoor game. Suddenly the dog who will leap across streams to avoid getting her feet wet doesn't mind getting completely soaked by water.
Wednesday, May 21, 2025
National Rescue Dog Day
There's a saying in the rescue community, something like "don't overlook the difficult dogs, because they can teach things you never knew you needed." Going through the boxes of cremains from our former dogs I'm struck by how many of them fit this description. Max was the poster boy for this slogan. Nero, a black shepherd had an untreatable MRSA infection, but was still a sweetheart. Trooper, with his stranger aggression was a real snuggler. Maya, the escape artist, who became my little girl. Gypsy, who viewed any female as an unwelcome competitor for her role.
Compared to many we've had, Woody's issues pale by comparison. And yet, they have so far prevented him from being successfully adopted. He's an easy foster, but he doesn't transition well. Another GDU foster home and shepherd loving home has been watching Woody and yesterday he went to their house for the day and night, just for transitioning practice. And it went really very well. We learned some new things about him. He's scared of children (not unusual for many dogs, they like like humans and yet they are tiny, very confusing). He spent the evening on a sofa with kids in the room, was around other dogs, and spent a quiet night in his crate before coming back here this morning. It was a very good experience and one that we hope to repeat, just to get him used to new things, people, and places.
(The pictures are repeats, it's a rainy day so I haven't been out to take any new ones.)
Tuesday, May 20, 2025
Scattering
"The most poignant howl I remember was when an old foster, Klaus, died. Everyone knew he was gone or going and as I got him lifted into the van for the final trip to the vet, the howl started up. It was a most beautiful and fitting send off."