25 December 2010

Celebrate the Christmas

We always found a way to celebrate Christmas; a family ritual that coexisted with, but transcended, all other events. Its harder now. We're dispersed over land and time, loved ones have died, differences exist. Even so the new light and growing season will come again.

I try to remember it's Love in us, that's given for each other, that ties us together; a connection beyond the geographical, the physical, or what we think or feel. Treasure all opportunities to tell a loved one how you feel, and then, use your words and speak from your Heart.

17 December 2010

Buddy

The call was an emergency. Would I go to Jefferson Country Animal Shelter to pick up a basset? He’d been surrendered. The owner had tried to “band” the dog, as in castrate. My words are inadequate; my image speaks more.
An implement, it works inversely, expands a small, thick, rubber band out to ‘bout 2” round, to allow the testicles to pass through. In Buddy’s case there was no mention of device, tool, or implement. Some sort of “band” was placed on his scrotum, no one knew what sort, beneath his testes, forcing them up and behind his penis into his abdomen. A banding is painful. Buddy felt it so. He's chewed the band off. He’d chewed his scrotum and testes off too. He left his duct work trailin’ 2 feet behind.
Buddy was happy to greet me; a happy dog! I walked him, went to my wagon, lifted the hatch, and he leapt into the back, happy and confident as you please, dee-lited, thank you! He went right to the open window. I scrambled to power it up. I was afraid he'd jump out and run. This is a confident dog.
I brought Buddy to Governor John Sevier Animal Clinic veterinary. Thanks be to Belly Rubs Basset Rescue. Buddy’s doin’ fine. His previous owner was prosecuted and convicted for cruelty.

03 December 2010

Allie: An Update

I was at the "heinzie" way-station, again, to drop off rescued bassets. Allie was there, at the door, to greet the bassets.

Allie's picture at the pen door says it all. Standing, above the pack, paws up, eager to welcome to see what's new; bright, focused, engaged eyes and body; no holding back.

I sat on the bench. She seemed to make a point of coming to me, to greet me, and, though she hung around to the side of me, allow me to pet her. She remembered me.

Joy engendered does not go deeper.

01 December 2010

Allie

Allie's a game gal, that one.


Happy to be out of a veterinary kennel, a liberation perhaps, but, once Allie saw the V-wagon, was afraid and trembling. Once in, she cowered to floor; once I started to drive she clung any part of herself she could put onto me. Ohh this breaks my heart.


Motion sickness was a problem; later, it was evident she'd had a full meal. She cowered to fit into an unsoiled spot. I pulled off, cleaned up; we walked a bit. Allie's afraid of the cars zooming by but happy to be outdoors, or out of wagon. We're stopped on deep country road amidst beautiful valley surrounded by late fall-color hillsides. Allie calmed down. I made the pix. Do you see the wariness?


I drive with windows down, most times; I like the feeling of the air. Then more curvy road, Allie spews, and, then, she's just tired out, lays still, head and nose near her spew.


Arrived at Lynn's way-station 'bout 5pm. Allie could not have received a more joyous welcome by the rescued Mobile, AL., heinzy pack Lynn's harboring. Allie was welcomed with a choir of yips, yelps, and barks, and she's clearly into her doggie heaven. Lynn has created a caring St. Regis layout and lair for these travelin' dogs in need of forever homes.


I too was welcomed by the pack with yelps and yips, licks and kisses, all so happy to be in the liberating and open company of care giving humans. My, my, I've never received such a welcome; it brought a big ole grin into my heart.


Allies seems an ambivalent and conflicted creature; clearly mistreated; what was a whole-body mange, according to rescuing veterinary, now almost gone; she'll be happy at Lynn's. Doggie deserves it. I'm filled with a joy.


Thanks to the airedalers, http://www.airedalerescuegroup.com, for calling upon me.