Until Next Year

Goodbye fall, hello winter

High Wheelin’

Retired as a lawn decoration (click to enlarge)

Where’s My Treat?

Waiting for a reward (click to enlarge)

Originally, I said I was going to keep the text to a minimum on this blog – which I have managed to do thus far. However…I am in a mood today and feel like writing.

The gorgeous Sheltie pictured above is not one of my “kids”; he belongs to another rescue owner.  Sheltie’s aren’t even the subject of this post but he was so cute that I couldn’t resist.  Rescue is the rant topic of the day.  Keep in mind, this is not a plea for donations or for potential adopters, I’m not even going to give you the link for the rescue website, it’s merely an observation on a subject that burns the h*ll out of me.

Rescue: To free or deliver from confinement, violence, danger, or evil.

At the beginning of November, rescue received 5 dogs from a shelter in another state (the breeder turned them in because he couldn’t sell them) and 2 from Fayetteville. Recently, there was a local breeder with a large number of dogs she was unable to care for.  Rescue was told they were all in poor health and severely under weight.   The first 7 to arrive were in terrible shape – worms, fleas and demodex mange. They were vetted immediately and will be nursed back to a healthy weight, house trained, crated trained, socialized and loved in foster homes until they are adopted.  The others are slowly being rescued.

That’s 15 dogs (of the same breed) in t-w-o weeks to join the 22 which were already in rescue.  After the first of the year, the numbers will increase again as people turn out the dogs and puppies they gave their children for Christmas because they get hair on the furniture, eat too much or, heaven forbid, start to grow.

Huh?!  What did you expect?  Dogs are messy and a huge responsibility. If you don’t want to take care of them and clean up after them…start a rock collection instead.  It’s that simple.

My dogs are spoiled and they know it.