We take our rescues as they come. Our current one’s ears were cut with scissors, we think. They were also never posted. He was rescued from a puppy mill farm in Georgia and was used as a stud dog. He should have weighed at least 75 pounds. He weighed 43. They were breeding for melanistic coloring which is one single color on the dog, so he’s all blue. No bow tie or stockings. He’ll always have issues, but he’s the sweetest thing and he adores our 20 month old granddaughter. I have no doubt he’d die for her. He bonded with her immediately. This is his story, in part, if the link will go through. You’ll have to fix it. He was one of two in the van. Get rid of all those spaces. atlantanewsfirst .com /2023/02/22/51 -animals-including-5-dead-dogs-removed-monroe-county-home/
What a wonderful story. All rescue dogs are heroes. We’ve been rescuing Dobermans for 40+ years and our current has the worst story of abuse we’ve rescued yet. They all come from so many different backgrounds and Smokey was a true testament to the wonderful fearlessness of them all.
Thing 2, formerly Loaner Cat’s mom, has two as well. One isn’t into houseguests except for me. The other isn’t into anyone new at all…except for me. I have no idea why. But they’re adorable. And then there’s Garth who spends his time hanging out on the tops of doors…
So glad to hear you’re doing well again! It’s terrible to be sick, but when you’re all sick, that’s the worst. Someone’s got to be the caregiver still and who wants to do that when everyone just wants to roll up in the covers and recuperate?
When I was two, we drove across the US to visit relatives. My uncle had just bought a brand new car, brought it home and offered my mother and I the first ride in it. She happily accepted. I was never, and have never since been a carsick rider, but halfway through that ride, I vomited all over the front seat of his brand new car. I mean everywhere! And I still remember it clearly because it was so very traumatic from the POV of getting yelled at and everything that came after. Turns out, I was coming down with the measles, but we didn’t know that at the time. Nothing since then has come close to being as disgusting. Except when I was a patient tech. Mucous. I can’t stand that. :)
I love the story of your aunt and the angels! And while you can never unsee what happened, it’s a reinforcement of those angels and the things we have no explanation for. And I’m glad your aunt recovered.
When I was a child, I grew up in a rural area and saw the northern lights often. As much as I want to see them now, it’s okay that I’m not though very frustrating. I got up last night around three and looked out all of the windows and didn’t see anything at all. Still overcast here and frankly, it was 38 degrees out. I wasn’t going out in my jammies. There will be other times.
I’m with you. I have a gastro appointment at 9:15