To say I love critters is an understatement. A true understatement. My husband and I, pre-human kids, use to go to the local animal shelter, rescue a doggy from death row, get it house trained and basic command trained and then find it a new home. We loved doing that.
Living in the Hell Mouth was terrible for us because we had never, ever seen so many starving, abused and stray dogs in our lives. Going to work was a mini-horror show from all of the poor dead dogs at the side of the road, starving pregnant dogs, feral cats…a heartbreak in so many ways. I wish PETA, instead of throwing red paint on people wearing fur, would go and provide education and funding for free neutering and spaying.
It was through living there that we eventually acquired not one….not two…but FIVE dogs. All rescued. Some of which belong to our kids, but somehow manage to live with us full time. Two of our furry kids are in this picture – Baby the Boston Terrier and Lola the Weinmariner. Baby was slated for death as she is missing two toes from her back paw. which led my husband to call her “Baby Two-Toes” How do I know she was slated for death? The family who bred these dogs told me she was going to be drowned in a bucket later that day for her “disability” When I exclaimed “don’t kill her! I’ll take her!” they replied “well, that will be $350 then, we don’t give our dogs away.” I paid it without hesitation. Pookie was aghast at first, but Baby soon captured our hearts and the prime pillow spot in our bed!
Lola was purchased from a coworker and in the Valley was looking at a life tied up to a tree for all eternity. Well that and unending breeding.
Miso, our boxer mix was destined for the pound. Why? She has an eye that is a little quirky and did not demonstrate aggressive tendencies. So, the people who had promised to purchase her backed out. She is truly the best dog EVER. Loving and empathetic. Not a mean bone in her body.
And this concludes part one of my doggie series…