Τρίτη 15 Απριλίου 2014

Not Enough Words - The Amazing Human Dog Bond






    I have been trying to find the words to explain the miriad of feelings I get from the dogs I have around me.  I can never quite find the right way to define the joy/satisfaction/contentment/peace that comes over me when I am with them. It is everything about them that mesmerizes me

Κυριακή 6 Απριλίου 2014

Puppies, Puppies Everywhere!!



This little guy was abandoned a few days ago with three little sisters (below).



     This time of the year is the worst for abandoned puppies.  Over the last few weeks, we have been faced with trying to accommodate 29 puppies, ages from 2 ½ months or less!! We don’t have a shelter; we are volunteers who find space in our homes and yards.  To start, if they are in a dangerous spot we move them somewhere less dangerous.  If our homes are full we start asking people we know if they can help in any way.  If our friends can't help we have to find a place to put them away from cars or people that might harm them until something better can be found.

Παρασκευή 4 Απριλίου 2014

Help Them Don't Hate Them






     There are some people who can’t stand the sight of stray animals.  These people will kick, shoo or scare a stray even if the stray animal itself has done nothing to provoke them.  I have witnessed people purposely wake up a stray dog curled up in a corner on the street just for the sake of disturbing him.  I have seen people start yelling, kick or throw things at a stray dog as he, minding his own business; unknowingly passes near. Of course, I have to mention the anonymous people responsible for countless stray dog poisonings. What is going on inside of them that they would make a deadly concoction and feed it to an unsuspecting dog?    

Τετάρτη 5 Μαρτίου 2014

Rose Will Get Better!!






  Rose wandered alone, her appearance and the foul smell that came from her mange infected body offended many people.  She was shunned.  She ate from the garbage what ever scraps she could find.  I am not going to ask the questions regarding why or how she got to  this condition.  I will never find the answers.  This is a time to move forward.  Mange is curable. Unfortunately it doesn't stop there and the blood test at the vet found she also has Leishmania.  This, too, is curableThere is no need for Rose to have suffered so much.  

Σάββατο 22 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Niki - On the Road to Victory











  Niki roamed, I was told, for years like a ghost. Terrified of humans, she could not be approached. Her companion in life became the rope around her neck that caused her unbearable pain every living minute. When I heard about her case there could be only one goal; to help Niki at all costs. 
(Warning:some graphic images.)


Πέμπτη 20 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Daphne's Woe




  
   She was found in the middle of a dangerous road wandering alone.  Another hunting dog abandoned!  One look at her eyes and the problem is evident.  Did her owner not think she was worth the trouble to help her condition?  What ever her story, she was lucky the right person saw her that day.  Her future from that moment changed for the better. The procedure is routine; a worm pill, food, a visit to the vet as soon as possible and a safe place for her to receive her therapy.  Once she is on the road to recovery … maybe someone will want to adopt her.  Is Daphne worth it…damn right she is!!  

Τετάρτη 19 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Modo's Happy Retirement



Wed. February 19, 2014


This crooked, thin, and tired old soul, entering the last phase of his life, was abandoned a little over a week ago.  Luckily he was abandoned at the right place so we could spot him. His condition pulled at every sentiment and left us speechless. His front legs bent outward. His right leg, obviously an old break around the ankle, had mended crooked. The left leg was twisted in a peculiar way, perhaps after carrying the weight of the right leg.  His tail was the shape of an upside down capital L and you could count every rib and vertebra.  Inside of this body was the most gentle of dispositions; old eyes looking for warmth.  Watching him, the way he moved and interacted with us, I couldn’t help but think of Quasimodo. How could I not call him ....Modo. We spent this time feeding him and trying to figure out what to do.