Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

Happy Gotcha Day Delilah!

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It was Saturday of Memorial Day weekend and exactly five years ago today, when you joined our family.  Quite honestly I had no idea what we were in for.

We had agreed to a two-week foster-to-adopt contract, just to make sure you were the right fit for our family.

That first day was horrific, you were wild, crazy and out of control.  I cried on and off the entire day, and was fairly certain you weren’t the right dog for us.

What we wanted was a companion for Sampson, someone to keep him company and play with him while we were at work.  But most of that first day Sampson wanted nothing to do with you, which made me cry harder.  Of course when you two finally started to play, you guessed it.  I cried some more.

That first day I don’t think I really liked you.  In fact, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to keep you.  But after dinner you sat in the kitchen and your eyes would close, but you wouldn’t give in to sleep.  It was almost as if you felt like if you fell asleep you would wake up and it would all be a dream.   It was at that moment my heart melted.

I felt so bad for you.  I looked at the harsh scars on your feet and wondered how many humans had failed you already in your short life and vowed then and there that I wouldn’t be another one.  I called you to me and coaxed you to lie down and finally you slept.

You’ve given me a run for my money these past five years,  but along the way I’ve learned a lot from you.

I’ve learned that giving up is not an option.

There is more than one way to get what you want.

Embrace life, live it to the fullest and do it with enthusiasm and joy.

Meet your challenges head on, no shying away.

If you have a bad day it’s OK, tomorrow is a new day, you can start it with a clean slate.

I’ve learned that even if you are afraid, come out fighting.  If you look and act like the biggest and baddest most everyone believes you are.

Almost every problem can be solved with a piece of dried liver.

We’ve been through a lot these past five years, sometimes when I think about how far you’ve come, I’m overwhelmed with your progress.  You really are pretty amazing and I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.

Happy Gotcha Day Delilah, I’m sure glad we did.

You and me on your first day. Notice my red rimmed eyes.

Follow-Up Friday

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For those new to the blog, my follow-up Friday provides me with an opportunity to update or revise a post from the previous week.

You know sometimes you post about something and you need an update but it doesn’t warrant a whole blog.  Or sometimes someone made a comment that really resonated with you.  Yup, Follow-Up Friday baby! :-)

What Happens On Sunday – Author’s Thought

There are times when like Sampson, I’d like to lie in my drink.  I’m thinking a gigantic Margarita.  I imagine it this way: rimming the pool with salt and just sitting or floating around with a gigantic straw in my mouth, licking the sides of the pool. LOL

Now that’s a cool and refreshing beverage!

Aliens Took My Dog – Author’s Note:

Since that day whenever Delilah is in the bathroom I put her in a down stay on the rug.  Some days she does better than others, but that’s ok.  She and I are both trying.

WTF Wednesday (A Day Late) – Author’s Note

Sorry for the snafu with this post.  Like I said, I wrote it, I tweaked it, I published it and then something didn’t feel right.  So I took it down, and I used the Whoo Hoo piece and made it the post.

After I took it down and read your comments I realized you all are right, it is my blog and I need to publish what I want, if you don’t want to read it that is your choice.  Besides we all know, “Well behaved women rarely make history.” 🙂

When I tried to repost it, it ended up posting behind Whoo Hoo Wednesday, so I trashed it yet again and apparently I trashed it correctly this time because I lost the one comment I had, which was from Frankie and Ernie verifying that yes, that is a Robin’s egg.

So on to the post itself, first I want to say, I was incorrect in saying the puppy died after 17 days.  The article did not specify the time frame, it said the puppy died days later.  I’m not sure where I got that 17 from.

If I’m being truthful here (which I strive to always be) I think the puppy story really did me in.  It’s so horrific and disgusting and 2 Brown Dawgs is right, the puppy shouldn’t have needed to suffer.

There are times even in the work of rescue where we have to realize we cannot save every single one.  It’s sad and it sucks, but it’s the truth.

I’ve been really sad the last couple of days and can’t quite put my finger on it.

More than likely it’s probably the damn menopause. Honest to God, I’ve been through a divorce, lost my father in an accident at 13, lost all of my grandparents by the time I was 25, raised three girls on a one income salary, went to college while raising three girls and I can’t handle menopause.

I hate being emotional and that puppy story made me emotional.  I’m not a person prone to violence, but I want to hurt that man.  My one thought is that when he gets to prison, which I’m pretty certain he will at some point, that he gets what he deserves because God knows the legal system in this country isn’t going to give it to him.

Whew, I’m done and climbing down from the soap box now.

I hope you had a great week.  Stay safe and have an enjoyable Memorial Day Weekend.

WTF Wednesday (A Day Late)

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Here is my original WTF Wednesday post from yesterday.  I can’t really explain it, I wrote it, tweaked it and published it and then I had a change of heart.

Truthfully some of this stories are so disturbing I hate to even bring attention to them.  But I threw it out there to you and I felt like you all really supported me with the WTF Wednesday series, so I decided to put it up tonight.

The only thing that changed is it was WTF/Whoo Hoo Wednesday, but since the Whoo Hoo replaced WTF last night, you’re only getting WTF today.

Make sense?

So without further ado, here is WTF Wednesday (a day late.)

During our walk this past weekend I almost stepped on a beautiful bright blue Robin’s egg.  (At least I’ve always been told those were Robin eggs.)

I stood in the middle of the woods looking around for a nest and saw none.  I wondered, how did this little egg fall from a nest?  I thought, where is the little mama bird?

And then my evil little mind started wandering a dark and scary path.  What if the mama bird knew it was a bad egg and pushed it out herself?

It reminded me of a conversation I’d had with the movers who came to pack up my daughter’s possessions and ship them to her in California.  The conversation (as usual with me) had turned to dogs and somehow we started talking about how people can be so cruel to animals, then one of the men said it was too bad we didn’t have a bad person detector.

You know like Charlie and the Chocolate factory when Veruca Salt jumps up on the bad egg detector and she gets dropped down the chute?

I figure we can call this a human dick-tector.

We made a little joke about a baby being born, put on the human dick-tector and the meter saying, “Nope, this one’s bad, get rid of this mutherf*cker.”

What would people do if they had the option of knowing their child was going turn out to be a horrible human being?  Would they make the choice (like an animal might in the wild) to abandon the child?

Which brings me to the next question.

WTF is going on in Texas?

I just happened to be on a Texas news site recently and found this disturbing story.

Bond reduced for Dallas man accused of setting puppy on fire.

Honestly, sometimes I have trouble reading these stories because they sicken me to the very core of my being.  If you’re like me and don’t like reading such things, I will spare you.  After 17 agonizing days the puppy died.

This man has been accused of violating his probation for four years, beginning at the age of fourteen years old.

That right there tells me something.  It tells me this is not your typical teenager getting into minor spats with the law. From what I can gather, he is prone to violence and has been accused of being in a gang.

Let’s put this guy on the dick-tector…….yup, this muther is no good, throw his ass down the chute and into the fiery furnace.

I bet if he was an egg in a nest, he would have been pushed out.

Baby allegedly in feces-filled room, 58 dogs seized.

Gross right?  A baby in a crib surrounded by filth.  Fifty Eight dogs, in crates containing vomit, feces and urine,  with no food or water.

Apparently a shelter in a nearby Texas county was allowing this woman to adopt animals without doing a background check.

W.T.F?

What does the dick-tector say about Teresa Weldon?

Put her in a crate with no food or water.

Barking Mad.

An unnamed man and his female accomplice were taken into custody Tuesday, after stealing an English Bull dog puppy from a local pet store.  After some quick work by the Houston police, the puppy was found unharmed and returned to the pet store.

When apprehended the female suspect laughed and said, “I don’t know why he didn’t want to buy it. He could have, but he didn’t.”

The suspect in question barked at the cameras.

Let’s put this guy on the dick-tector.

Put a bark collar on this guy, he’s apparently already been shocked a number of times.

How about you?  Was there anything that came your way that left you shaking your head saying WTF?

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