Posts Tagged ‘rescue’

Meet Beans…

All tongue, all nose, all heart.

 Like hundreds of wonderful dogs, Beans started life in Tennessee but will soon call New England home.  Beans was abandoned here in Jackson.  It could have happened intentionally, or perhaps Beans escaped the tether that was so tight it left wounds on his neck.  Either way, Beans’ luck changed when he wandered into the Carlson family’s yard during a birthday celebration.  Rachel Carlson is a dog trainer here in Jackson, and her family owns Wagging Tail Resort, a state-of-the-art boarding facility and “day spa” for dogs, who generously assists our rescue annually with fundraising efforts, as well as educating folks on responsible pet ownership.  Rachel settled on the name “Beans” because it somehow seemed to fit this 9 month-old goofy bundle of love.  As Rachel puts it, “he was just full of beans!”

Beans patiently awaits a treat at his first vet visit.
Rachel contacted us to see if we had room for Beans…
The first thing you learn when you become involved in rescue in West Tennessee is that when you refuse to discriminate based on age, breed, or color, you are always going to be full. 
There is never going to be enough room for another dog.  There is never going to be enough money to vet another dog.
The second thing you learn is to never say “never”.  Where there is a will, there is always a way.  “We just can’t.”  becomes “We’ll figure something out.” 

"Am I handsome, or what!"

 You see the picture.  The face.  You remember why you do this.  As I’ve heard it put many times, “you don’t choose rescue…rescue chooses you.”

Rachel agrees to keep Beans for a couple of days while we figure out what to do…which turns into a few weeks, because Beans has stolen Rachel’s heart.  After a check-up and a little mending from Dr. Lisa at Parkway Animal Hospital, we posted Beans for adoption with Rescue Angels, one of our favorite rescue agencies in the northeast.  Although we do adopt dogs and cats to local homes, many of our dogs travel for adoption into more progressive states where overpopulation, abandonment, and neglect are not as common.  After several inquiries about Beans, he has been adopted by a wonderful couple who can’t wait to make him a part of their family.
Beans is on his way to his new home today, traveling on Peterson’s Transport, one of the many great transport companies whose business is taking this precious cargo to a happy destination, and we can’t wait for our first update from his new family!
It’s a good day 🙂

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Today’s post is courtesy of Zeke, the world’s coolest pit bull.  A dog of few words, I asked Zeke if he would be willing to share his feelings upon learning that Michael Vick had recently suffered a nasty blow to the head during Sunday night’s Eagles/Falcons game, a hit that resulted in a concussion for Vick, and had him spitting blood from biting his own tongue.  Zeke paused reflectively, looked up at me with those big, soft, wise brown eyes, and said,

“Hmmm.  Karma.”

Gotta love dog logic.

Where are Michael Vick’s dogs now?

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Most of you who read this blog are used to happy, perky content, where even the occasional sadness is spun with meaning, the painful is given hope.  That’s one of the reasons I created this blog, to stay positive amidst the negativeWarning:  This is not one of those posts.  Warning II:  This is raw, but this is ME – and some of you might not think as highly of me after reading this.

This morning, as I was getting dressed for my “day job”, I was planning a happy post in my head (which I’ll create another time) called “The Faces of Rescue.”  I was going to work hard on it tonight and include some photos from Saturday’s work day at two of the sanctuaries, as well as some other pictures I had of our dogs, cats, and the people who care for them.  It had been an exhausting and emotional weekend for a variety of reasons; but it had also been a productive weekend, sprinkled with a few good moments and some happy personal news to be shared later.  So after a semi-decent sleep, I woke to a fresh Monday morning and vowed to leave any negativity of the weekend in the past. 

Oh, what a few hours of Monday can do to a girl.

I took a first step and realized I’d pulled the daylights out of a couple of muscles – that’s ok, I’m thankful to have my arms and legs, blessed to walk.  En route to work, the insignia blew off the hood of my car, hitting my windshield before disappearing  –  no biggie – I’m lucky to drive a nice car, and at least the hood didn’t blow off.    The first voicemail of the day is “I hate to bother you, but I found this abandoned puppy, can you take it?” – I’ll deal with it, it’s what I do in my “spare time”; at least it’s a puppy and not a 7 year-old heartworm-positive, starving, aggressive pit bull, which is the usual call.   “Don’t forget, you owe $1,260 Tuesday…” – I don’t get paid til Thursday, but I’ll figure it out, at least I do get paid Thursday.  Work started out in an uproar – that’s ok, I’m blessed to have a job, and I’ve had much worse mornings than this.  I took a break to check my personal email, and received a barrage of criticism and problems with my rescue – that’s alright, I’ve been ripped to shreds and laden with guilt before, and have survived thus far.

Then, I somehow received this, on my work email, where I have such items blocked:

In case you can’t read the smaller print, it says, “Our lab HoneyBear has chewed through our air conditioning line for the second time and my husband has lost patience with her and is taking her to the Memphis Animal Shelter on June 27 unless she can find another home before then.” It goes on to describe what sounds like a fantastic 1 year-old lab, then says, “I would be so grateful if someone would come get HoneyBear so she doesn’t have to go to the shelter.”

She would be “so grateful”…indeed.  Memphis Animal “Shelter” is a high-kill rabies control facility.  It’s the pound.  In the Grand Ole South, dogs are killed in all the pounds when they fill to capacity, in most cases every few days.  Those of you outside West Tennessee may not be aware of this, but I guarantee you this family knows it.  In case anyone panics like I did, this notice was originally sent June 21, and HoneyBear has since been adopted into a loving home.  Why this came to me with “June 27” clearly at the top, and I didn’t receive a follow-up about the adoption, is beyond me.  Maybe it’s the gods’ way of telling me to give it up and stop being so damnedchipper today. Well, it worked.

So let me share a part of my real self and tell you how I feel about this family (whose name and email address I cropped off the notice after much deliberation).  This family, who is sitting somewhere smug today, thinking what a great thing they did by their horrible dog – why, after all, they went to all the trouble of calling a dog rescue to help find their dog a new home, sent pictures, and gave the rescue 6 whole days to help before killing the dog! 

The woman in the picture, happily holding her trusting dog who has no idea he’s about to be sent to death?  I’d like to take her naturally curly hair with the lovely white flower, and smash her face into the pavement.  I’d like to bring the husband to my house, ignore him until he’s so bored he chews my air conditioner wires in half, then take him to our local pound for a 3-day stay followed by what they lovingly call euthanasia.  I’d like to take their poor son and teach him what it means to have compassion, responsibility, and heart, which are hopefully lessons he’ll somehow learn on his own, because he won’t be getting them from these idiots.  Will I act on any of this? Sadly, no, I’d go to jail. 

Want to unsubscribe to Putting on the Dog?  Feel free.  Because from time to time, honesty ain’t pretty.

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