Two years ago, a Coastal Pet Rescue foster mom and her neighbors called the police and animal control on a horrible situation in their neighborhood. Two Pit Bulls were chained, no food, water, feces everywhere, and no suitable shelter. The male had open sores in several places and the female was down to just her ribs. Animal Control relinquished the pets to us for protective custody. We provided all the veterinary care and placed them into loving foster homes, both of which chose to adopt their foster pets. The owner was arrested and charged with cruelty, but thanks to a lax justice system, you'd hardly know anything happened.
Over the last year, we've appeared five times in court. Why? Because the judge continued to make exceptions. The last time we were there in November was the first time the guy actually showed up for the appearance. But because he came without an attorney, the judge held the trial over for jury trial and appointed the defendant counsel. So today, we appeared again, hoping that we'd finally have closure. Why we even bothered to show for what we heard, I'll never know.
The defendant entered a plea bargain. Instead of jail time and hefty fines, he will have 24 months probation, 200 hours of community service, and restitution to us for our vet costs. Oh, and he can't have any pets during that 24 months. The Animal Control officer who was on the scene left court furious, and confronted the defense attorney in the hallway. She said everything I wanted to but couldn't muster. I don't feel like we really got justice, and I'm saddened still that the Assistant DA accepted the terms. But then again, none of them were there to see these pets, the actual conditions, the smells.
I ran into another Animal Control officer that I used to work with before we went into the courtroom. His case was from October 2005, and he had made just as many appearances, if not more, as we had. He told me that while the state charges for cruelty are supposed to be harsher, he gets better results in recorder's court with lesser charges of animal neglect. How sad is that. But I can attest that what he says is true; this officer and I were in recorder's court last month for Rusty. The judge reviewed all the materials I presented, the photographs, vet's documentation, our adoption contracts that had been violated. The judge even apologized to me for not being able to issue a harsher penalty, but he did give her the maximum sentence allowed. He made it known that in his courtroom, ignorance is not an acceptable excuse. I watched him issue verdicts several times over before our case was heard. I had become so disenchanted with state judges that I never expected someone on a lower court to be so compassionate and willing to uphold laws. Maybe there is some hope down the line for others.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
A Warm and Fuzzy is Best Served Unexpected
Last night, I was driving to meet someone for dinner when my phone rang. I really love caller ID as I have over 300 numbers to help me identify people, and allow me to take a message and get back to them later when I'm in no mood to talk. Last night was one of those nights that I just wanted to get to dinner and get back home and deal with things later, but the number looked familiar, though I didn't have it stored in my phone book. So I took a chance, and I couldn't be more glad.
The caller was Charlotte, an older woman I had met last year while I was working at animal control. She called about a little Husky puppy that was found in one of the mall parking lots. She didn't know what to do. I put her on hold and asked for permission to take it through Coastal Pet Rescue rather than submit the pup to the already overcrowded kennel space at animal control. So I made arrangements to meet up with her after I got off work and take the pup, which I named Tyler.
Tyler was a bundle of energy and already the hit of his neighborhood when I arrived. I was actually greeted with a warm welcome from one of Charlotte's neighbors, Sonny Dixon, as I have known Sonny for many years. His approval of me really seemed to help her feel better about turning over Tyler to us. She really liked the puppy's personality, but wasn't quite ready to raise another puppy on her own. She hadn't had a dog in many years, and Huskies aren't exactly a breed for everyone. So I placed Tyler into a crate in the car and closed the door. Charlotte hugged me and made me promise to let her know how things went with him.
For the next week, Charlotte called every few days. I gave her progress updates on how he was integrating with the rest of the pack, what he had chewed, how he was howling. But then we had a bad day. I knew the signs and immediately got Tyler to our vet where it was confirmed... he had parvovirus.
I have dealt with many puppies and parvo in the last seven years. I can count how many we've actually lost on one hand, which I consider a phenomenal success rate for treatments. But what makes the difference is getting help immediately at the first sign. Our vet has worked with us so much with these puppies and is very patient and considerate with us as we wait out the treatments. I was so thankful that Charlotte hadn't called because I didn't want to give her any bad news. She always was so happy when we'd get off the phone, and I didn't want her to be upset. But four days into Tyler's stay at the hospital she called, and I couldn't bear to lie to her.
I explained to Charlotte exactly what Tyler had and reassured her that he was in good hands. I visited him every day to check on him and let him know I cared. And so did Charlotte. I was so touched by this. It is very rare that we ever hear back from anyone that we help take an animal. I can probably count those people on less than two hands. But Charlotte cared. Her heart went out to Tyler, this weak little puppy that she had rescued herself. So she went to the hospital to see him, too.
A few weeks later, Tyler was home from the hospital permanenlty and doing well. He no longer had to have the catheter, and he was back to playing with the pack. We made arrangements for his shots and neuter, and he was on the road to being adoptable.
I went back through our adoption applications for previous husky puppies and found one I really liked. I called the young man who came over and instantly fell in love with Tyler. We made arrangements for Tyler to go home after his neuter, and that was the last time I saw or heard about Tyler.
During this time, I had taken in another dog, a Collie/Golden Retriever mix I named Dante. He was beautiful and had an incredibly sweet face. He was incredbily smart, enjoyed the company of my other dogs, and followed me all day long, always wanting to have my attention. I had an appearance scheduled on Sonny Dixon's show a few weeks later, and I took Dante with me. When we walked in the studio and saw Sonny, he looked at me and said he was going to have to call Charlotte, she just had to meet this dog. As it turns out, Sonny had told Charlotte the night before that I was going to be on, and she taped the show to watch when she got home that afternoon. That night, I had a call from Charlotte wanting to meet Dante.
It wasn't the easiest adoption by far. In fact, Dante was with Charlotte as a foster mom before she finally signed the adoption papers nearly three months later. She knew she wanted a dog, but she wanted to be completely sure she was ready. I had regular phone calls with updates, and finally one that she was ready to make the adoption official. I couldn't be happier.
About a month later, I had a letter from Dante, who had been renamed to Charlie. It started out, "Dear Momma Lisa," and told me of how much his new mommy loved him, what a good boy he was being, and all the new friends he was making. It ended with a thank you for saving him from animal control and a promise that his new mommy would always be good to him. I have the letter on the fridge in my kitchen so I can read it every day.
So the phone call started out with Charlotte telling me, "something happened today and I just had to call you!" She told me that I'd been on her mind lately, but what happened at the dog park compelled her to call. She had taken Dante Charlie (that's what she calls him now) to the Savannah Dog Park. She was sitting on a bench when a young couple came in with the most beautiful Husky. They sat down next to her and sent their dog off to play. Charlotte remarked to them about how beautiful he was and asked his age. The young woman told her, "We're not sure; we got him from Coastal Pet Rescue." Charlotte said she was excited and immediately asked if his name was Tyler... and it was. So her she was, almost a year later, watching a now-50 pound, happy and energetic dog that she had picked up in the parking lot of a mall. It really just made her day as she watched Tyler and Dante play like old buddies, reunited through the kindness of animal lovers.
Now, who wouldn't be able to feel warm and fuzzy about that?
The caller was Charlotte, an older woman I had met last year while I was working at animal control. She called about a little Husky puppy that was found in one of the mall parking lots. She didn't know what to do. I put her on hold and asked for permission to take it through Coastal Pet Rescue rather than submit the pup to the already overcrowded kennel space at animal control. So I made arrangements to meet up with her after I got off work and take the pup, which I named Tyler.
Tyler was a bundle of energy and already the hit of his neighborhood when I arrived. I was actually greeted with a warm welcome from one of Charlotte's neighbors, Sonny Dixon, as I have known Sonny for many years. His approval of me really seemed to help her feel better about turning over Tyler to us. She really liked the puppy's personality, but wasn't quite ready to raise another puppy on her own. She hadn't had a dog in many years, and Huskies aren't exactly a breed for everyone. So I placed Tyler into a crate in the car and closed the door. Charlotte hugged me and made me promise to let her know how things went with him.
For the next week, Charlotte called every few days. I gave her progress updates on how he was integrating with the rest of the pack, what he had chewed, how he was howling. But then we had a bad day. I knew the signs and immediately got Tyler to our vet where it was confirmed... he had parvovirus.
I have dealt with many puppies and parvo in the last seven years. I can count how many we've actually lost on one hand, which I consider a phenomenal success rate for treatments. But what makes the difference is getting help immediately at the first sign. Our vet has worked with us so much with these puppies and is very patient and considerate with us as we wait out the treatments. I was so thankful that Charlotte hadn't called because I didn't want to give her any bad news. She always was so happy when we'd get off the phone, and I didn't want her to be upset. But four days into Tyler's stay at the hospital she called, and I couldn't bear to lie to her.
I explained to Charlotte exactly what Tyler had and reassured her that he was in good hands. I visited him every day to check on him and let him know I cared. And so did Charlotte. I was so touched by this. It is very rare that we ever hear back from anyone that we help take an animal. I can probably count those people on less than two hands. But Charlotte cared. Her heart went out to Tyler, this weak little puppy that she had rescued herself. So she went to the hospital to see him, too.
A few weeks later, Tyler was home from the hospital permanenlty and doing well. He no longer had to have the catheter, and he was back to playing with the pack. We made arrangements for his shots and neuter, and he was on the road to being adoptable.
I went back through our adoption applications for previous husky puppies and found one I really liked. I called the young man who came over and instantly fell in love with Tyler. We made arrangements for Tyler to go home after his neuter, and that was the last time I saw or heard about Tyler.
During this time, I had taken in another dog, a Collie/Golden Retriever mix I named Dante. He was beautiful and had an incredibly sweet face. He was incredbily smart, enjoyed the company of my other dogs, and followed me all day long, always wanting to have my attention. I had an appearance scheduled on Sonny Dixon's show a few weeks later, and I took Dante with me. When we walked in the studio and saw Sonny, he looked at me and said he was going to have to call Charlotte, she just had to meet this dog. As it turns out, Sonny had told Charlotte the night before that I was going to be on, and she taped the show to watch when she got home that afternoon. That night, I had a call from Charlotte wanting to meet Dante.
It wasn't the easiest adoption by far. In fact, Dante was with Charlotte as a foster mom before she finally signed the adoption papers nearly three months later. She knew she wanted a dog, but she wanted to be completely sure she was ready. I had regular phone calls with updates, and finally one that she was ready to make the adoption official. I couldn't be happier.
About a month later, I had a letter from Dante, who had been renamed to Charlie. It started out, "Dear Momma Lisa," and told me of how much his new mommy loved him, what a good boy he was being, and all the new friends he was making. It ended with a thank you for saving him from animal control and a promise that his new mommy would always be good to him. I have the letter on the fridge in my kitchen so I can read it every day.
So the phone call started out with Charlotte telling me, "something happened today and I just had to call you!" She told me that I'd been on her mind lately, but what happened at the dog park compelled her to call. She had taken Dante Charlie (that's what she calls him now) to the Savannah Dog Park. She was sitting on a bench when a young couple came in with the most beautiful Husky. They sat down next to her and sent their dog off to play. Charlotte remarked to them about how beautiful he was and asked his age. The young woman told her, "We're not sure; we got him from Coastal Pet Rescue." Charlotte said she was excited and immediately asked if his name was Tyler... and it was. So her she was, almost a year later, watching a now-50 pound, happy and energetic dog that she had picked up in the parking lot of a mall. It really just made her day as she watched Tyler and Dante play like old buddies, reunited through the kindness of animal lovers.
Now, who wouldn't be able to feel warm and fuzzy about that?
Georgia Finally Getting Tougher on Dog Fighting
It's not news that Georgia has had very lax laws when it comes to animal cruelty and dog fighting, but it looks as if the state is finally ready to catch up to the rest of the country. There's no doubt in my mind that the Michael Vick case finally lit a fire under their butts to do something proactive and prevent a similiar media blackeye for allowing these types of activities to continue.
Now the catch is will law enforcement officials actually enforce the new regulations? I know from personal experience that it is not easy to get someone to do anything about a situation without threatening going to the media. Hopefully, officials are learning that people care what happens to animals, and when nothing is done to help those in need. If nothing else, officials can at least be afraid of the bad publicity. Just ask Michael Vick.
The House voted 165-6 to allow prosecutors to charge spectators of dog fights with a misdemeanor penalty which carries up to a year in jail and a maximum $5,000 fine.
The bill also allows prosecutors to charge people who host dog fights or train their canines for dogfighting with a felony.
The Senate passed a similar bill last year, but it failed to reach a vote.
Now the catch is will law enforcement officials actually enforce the new regulations? I know from personal experience that it is not easy to get someone to do anything about a situation without threatening going to the media. Hopefully, officials are learning that people care what happens to animals, and when nothing is done to help those in need. If nothing else, officials can at least be afraid of the bad publicity. Just ask Michael Vick.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Because Who You Are Matters
This morning, I stumbled upon an excellent PR blog by Tiffany Monhollon. Her topic intrigued me, so I borrowed it to make my own post. Normally, I'd be adverse to this type of thing as I get dozens of those "surveys" through the MySpace bulletins each week. But I thought I could have some fun with it, so here it is: 8 Crazy Things for 2008:
1. Growing up, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer at Sea World. Maybe it isn't that far-fetched, seeing as how my family has been doing dolphin tours since the early 90s. At Girl Scout camp, I even had mail addressed to Lisa "Dolphin." But it didn't pan out... I didn't do well in Biology in high school, particularly with dissection, so I went the communications route instead.
2. I used to spend part of my summers in Boston in middle school. Most people who know me hear me say, "I'll never move north of the Macon-Dixon line." I have an extreme dislike for cold weather, so if I ever move, it will be south or west. My dad's sister and her family lived in Bedford, so I used to go spend two weeks up there with them. I can remember my cousin's friends making fun of the way I talk and always asking for a "Coke" instead of a "pop." My aunt taught me how to do arts and crafts, and I tried my hardest to continue that over the years. She also made the best Oreo cookie pie.
3. I'm the youngest of four siblings, they all being 14 and 11 years older than me. I've been an aunt since I was in 3rd grade, and now have six nephews in total, ages 7 to 20.
4. My favorite TV shows growing up were Murphy Brown and Cheers. I wanted to be a journalist by the time I got to high school, and I had a crush on Woody Harrelson.
5. I own every Disney animated film up to 2003, including Song of the South. I love cartoons, and my favorite is The Lion King. My junior year of high school, I wrote a thesis paper correlating The Lion King to Hamlet.
6. My favorite book of all time is Kate Chopin's The Awakening. I read it for the first time in sixth grade for school, then had to read it again in high school and again in college for my Southern Literature course. I turned in my high school paper and got an A in the class as it was the same book I had used for my Senior AP project. I'm all about recycling.
7. I consider my maternal grandfather my ideal role model. I spent a great deal of time with him growing up. He was a man who always kept his family first as he took care of me when my parents were working as well as raising two of my cousins. He never asked for anything in return, and was never hesitant to teach me a lesson. I can still remember being sent to the tree to fetch my own switch, but I can tell you, I didn't have to do it often... I was a quick learner.
8. The person I most want to meet is Jimmy Buffett. Probably not new information to most of you who know me. I've been listening to his music since I was a young child. The first song I learned to sing in the car was A Pirate Looks at 40. I can still remember sitting in the front seat with my mom and dad, the music playing on the tape, and my dad actually smiling as I sang along. One of my favorite memories.
So, there's my 8 random facts about Lisa. Hopefully, you're able to see there's more to me than just the crazy pet lady.
1. Growing up, I wanted to be a dolphin trainer at Sea World. Maybe it isn't that far-fetched, seeing as how my family has been doing dolphin tours since the early 90s. At Girl Scout camp, I even had mail addressed to Lisa "Dolphin." But it didn't pan out... I didn't do well in Biology in high school, particularly with dissection, so I went the communications route instead.
2. I used to spend part of my summers in Boston in middle school. Most people who know me hear me say, "I'll never move north of the Macon-Dixon line." I have an extreme dislike for cold weather, so if I ever move, it will be south or west. My dad's sister and her family lived in Bedford, so I used to go spend two weeks up there with them. I can remember my cousin's friends making fun of the way I talk and always asking for a "Coke" instead of a "pop." My aunt taught me how to do arts and crafts, and I tried my hardest to continue that over the years. She also made the best Oreo cookie pie.
3. I'm the youngest of four siblings, they all being 14 and 11 years older than me. I've been an aunt since I was in 3rd grade, and now have six nephews in total, ages 7 to 20.
4. My favorite TV shows growing up were Murphy Brown and Cheers. I wanted to be a journalist by the time I got to high school, and I had a crush on Woody Harrelson.
5. I own every Disney animated film up to 2003, including Song of the South. I love cartoons, and my favorite is The Lion King. My junior year of high school, I wrote a thesis paper correlating The Lion King to Hamlet.
6. My favorite book of all time is Kate Chopin's The Awakening. I read it for the first time in sixth grade for school, then had to read it again in high school and again in college for my Southern Literature course. I turned in my high school paper and got an A in the class as it was the same book I had used for my Senior AP project. I'm all about recycling.
7. I consider my maternal grandfather my ideal role model. I spent a great deal of time with him growing up. He was a man who always kept his family first as he took care of me when my parents were working as well as raising two of my cousins. He never asked for anything in return, and was never hesitant to teach me a lesson. I can still remember being sent to the tree to fetch my own switch, but I can tell you, I didn't have to do it often... I was a quick learner.
8. The person I most want to meet is Jimmy Buffett. Probably not new information to most of you who know me. I've been listening to his music since I was a young child. The first song I learned to sing in the car was A Pirate Looks at 40. I can still remember sitting in the front seat with my mom and dad, the music playing on the tape, and my dad actually smiling as I sang along. One of my favorite memories.
So, there's my 8 random facts about Lisa. Hopefully, you're able to see there's more to me than just the crazy pet lady.
BlogSavannah UnCon 08
On Friday, I attended the second annual BlogSavannah UnConference. I was very critical of the event last year, mostly due to the cold building and one person who refused to let a presenter present. This year, we were at the very plush AASU Center on Abercorn. Wow, what a facility. It's hard to believe that used to be a Publix. Even the bathrooms were phenomenal.
It was nice to see familiar faces and catch up with people I mostly talk to online. Josh Hallett joined us again from Orlando, and the infamous Drew made an appearance later in the morning. I attended a session on "Blogging and Life," though I got pretty much nothing out of it that I expected. I was even surprised that the session leader didn't know who the opening speaker (Josh) was or even his name. Little details that I would have thought someone might have picked up on, especially since his name was on the big screen in the auditorium during the opening session and the discussion leader is a producer in radio. Oh well. I took a small hiatus and walked in late to Joe Steffan's discussion on legal issues in blogging. Pretty good stuff considering some folks' opinions of my work that had been posted in a local forum earlier in the week. I made sure to get Joe's card at the end, in case I might need him in the future.
Lunchtime gave me a chance for fellowship with the Crees and Dr. Judy. Having missed the last eWomenNetwork meeting, I enjoyed the time to catch up and get my monthly dose of coaching. I was really surprised to learn just how much alike Chris and I are, and how we use the Internet as a primary means of connecting to others. Unlike most female stereotypes, I don't like to talk on the phone. It is not uncommon for me to send a caller to voicemail so I can formulate an answer to return later. I can write an entire novel in an email or MySpace message, but I have such a limited vocabulary on the phone. My parents wouldn't believe it though, primarily because I loved being on the phone in middle school, but now that I have to be on it so much for the rescue, it just gets draining.
So, back to the topic...
As a big fan of the PR Super Woman, I attended Marjorie Young's session on Internet PR. Not much information was new as Marjorie has been coaching me in PR for several years to help the rescue, and I've been a very intent student. But it was nice to be able to listen to other people and what they are doing and make sure I'm following some of the tips that were presented.
All in all, not a bad conference. I thought there'd be more folks like last year, but perhaps the Southside location wasn't as convenient as the downtown freezing SCAD building last year. But I was so thankful to not have to set the alarm on my cell phone to repeatedly run out and feed the meters in the cold. I know a lot of effort went into this event, and I hope they decide to do it a little more frequently than just once a year, especially considering how much online technology changes daily.
It was nice to see familiar faces and catch up with people I mostly talk to online. Josh Hallett joined us again from Orlando, and the infamous Drew made an appearance later in the morning. I attended a session on "Blogging and Life," though I got pretty much nothing out of it that I expected. I was even surprised that the session leader didn't know who the opening speaker (Josh) was or even his name. Little details that I would have thought someone might have picked up on, especially since his name was on the big screen in the auditorium during the opening session and the discussion leader is a producer in radio. Oh well. I took a small hiatus and walked in late to Joe Steffan's discussion on legal issues in blogging. Pretty good stuff considering some folks' opinions of my work that had been posted in a local forum earlier in the week. I made sure to get Joe's card at the end, in case I might need him in the future.
Lunchtime gave me a chance for fellowship with the Crees and Dr. Judy. Having missed the last eWomenNetwork meeting, I enjoyed the time to catch up and get my monthly dose of coaching. I was really surprised to learn just how much alike Chris and I are, and how we use the Internet as a primary means of connecting to others. Unlike most female stereotypes, I don't like to talk on the phone. It is not uncommon for me to send a caller to voicemail so I can formulate an answer to return later. I can write an entire novel in an email or MySpace message, but I have such a limited vocabulary on the phone. My parents wouldn't believe it though, primarily because I loved being on the phone in middle school, but now that I have to be on it so much for the rescue, it just gets draining.
So, back to the topic...
As a big fan of the PR Super Woman, I attended Marjorie Young's session on Internet PR. Not much information was new as Marjorie has been coaching me in PR for several years to help the rescue, and I've been a very intent student. But it was nice to be able to listen to other people and what they are doing and make sure I'm following some of the tips that were presented.
All in all, not a bad conference. I thought there'd be more folks like last year, but perhaps the Southside location wasn't as convenient as the downtown freezing SCAD building last year. But I was so thankful to not have to set the alarm on my cell phone to repeatedly run out and feed the meters in the cold. I know a lot of effort went into this event, and I hope they decide to do it a little more frequently than just once a year, especially considering how much online technology changes daily.
Where did the month go?
Normally, January is a down month for us. We conclude our Home 4 the Holidays with the annual Tybee Island Polar Bear Plunge on New Year's Day, then we have four weeks to recover until whatever is planned for our anniversary. But not this year.
On New Year's Eve, six Siberian Husky mix puppies were delivered to me from Effingham Animal Control. The next day, a volunteer asked if we could take on eight puppies and their mom she found on a construction site. A few days later, seven more puppies arrived. Lucky for us, we had a three-day event at the Trade Center that would help promote the pets for adoption.
The event was the annual Lowcountry Living Home and Garden Show. We were graciously invited for free again by Show Technology. We had earned a reputation for creativity at our last appearance there, so they offered us an additional booth space this year. Great, more room to bring in more people, which is what we need. It took six hours on Thursday to construct the booth, and just over an hour to demolish it on Sunday. But man, did it look sharp!
We also hosted our first volunteer orientation this month. It's fun to try something new, but I never realized just how boring it can be to have to read through a handbook and make sure everyone understands it. Considering I wrote it in school, then Wendy edited heavily for legal issues, you can't really make it as interesting a read as Harry Potter. But I hope it helps people to understand how we work and what they can do to help us in our mission. I hate that we have to have rules now, but there are just some adults who can't behave or have multiple lapses in common sense.
February brings us four more events, and then a big event on March 1st for The Milton Project. If all goes according to plan, I'll have a free weekend again in July. Something to look forward to.
On New Year's Eve, six Siberian Husky mix puppies were delivered to me from Effingham Animal Control. The next day, a volunteer asked if we could take on eight puppies and their mom she found on a construction site. A few days later, seven more puppies arrived. Lucky for us, we had a three-day event at the Trade Center that would help promote the pets for adoption.
The event was the annual Lowcountry Living Home and Garden Show. We were graciously invited for free again by Show Technology. We had earned a reputation for creativity at our last appearance there, so they offered us an additional booth space this year. Great, more room to bring in more people, which is what we need. It took six hours on Thursday to construct the booth, and just over an hour to demolish it on Sunday. But man, did it look sharp!
We also hosted our first volunteer orientation this month. It's fun to try something new, but I never realized just how boring it can be to have to read through a handbook and make sure everyone understands it. Considering I wrote it in school, then Wendy edited heavily for legal issues, you can't really make it as interesting a read as Harry Potter. But I hope it helps people to understand how we work and what they can do to help us in our mission. I hate that we have to have rules now, but there are just some adults who can't behave or have multiple lapses in common sense.
February brings us four more events, and then a big event on March 1st for The Milton Project. If all goes according to plan, I'll have a free weekend again in July. Something to look forward to.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Reader's Polls May Not Always Be Accurate: Vanilla Day Spa
For Christmas, a foster parent couple surprised me with a $200 gift card to a day spa downtown, Vanilla Day Spa. It was such a huge gift from this couple, and filled my heart that they thought so much of me. Being the caretaker for many animals, I rarely get a chance to relax just for myself, and I was overly excited to have someone pamper me for a bit. I was very excited as I had heard this place had won several awards from local magazines, though I have never known anyone to personally use it. Sadly, that was not the experience I had today.
Earlier this week, I contacted the spa through its website about scheduling for a specific package that would use up the gift card in one trip. The spa director responded and gave me an appointment for today. According to the website information, I would be there for three hours, which meant I had to reschedule several items to be done and leave a key for our records manager to tend to filing without me. I thought allowing myself some down time after recent stressed weeks would be a great way to rejuvenate me for the coming chaotic month.
After spending 20 minutes trying to find a place to park, I finally made it into the day spa with a minute or two to spare before my appointment. The masseuse used his skills to the best of his abilities (and I tipped him very well for trying), however, due to all the noise outside the room from doors slamming, plates being dropped in the cafe, and people loudly talking and laughing, I could not even hear the music in the room. Needless to say, it was not as relaxing as I had hoped it would be.
The massage was over before long, and seemed shorter than I remembered the description being on the website for the package. Imagine my surprise when I was ushered to the front to pay and be told that I was done for the day. The lady at the front desk, who never once smiled when I arrived or was checking out, said I was only scheduled for a massage. I was not offered an apology for the miscommunication, nor was I offered a chance to reschedule for the other parts of the package I thought I was getting. I was simply told it was $70 and they needed the gift card to charge it.
Granted, I am not your typical spa client as I could not normally afford such luxuries, however, this gift card was given to me by my volunteers who wanted to treat me to an afternoon of pampering. I'm really more saddened than anything as I had to completely reschedule my normal duties for today and get others to cover my jobs to arrange for this afternoon to myself. It is not something that is easily done, nor do I know when I will get the opportunity to try to again.
It is a disappointment that this was my first and probably last experience with the spa, but maybe these places aren't made for simple folk like me who prefer common courtesies. My hands and feet are rough and calloused from hard work and should probably stay that way. At least I know it is appreciated by those for whom I work.
Earlier this week, I contacted the spa through its website about scheduling for a specific package that would use up the gift card in one trip. The spa director responded and gave me an appointment for today. According to the website information, I would be there for three hours, which meant I had to reschedule several items to be done and leave a key for our records manager to tend to filing without me. I thought allowing myself some down time after recent stressed weeks would be a great way to rejuvenate me for the coming chaotic month.
After spending 20 minutes trying to find a place to park, I finally made it into the day spa with a minute or two to spare before my appointment. The masseuse used his skills to the best of his abilities (and I tipped him very well for trying), however, due to all the noise outside the room from doors slamming, plates being dropped in the cafe, and people loudly talking and laughing, I could not even hear the music in the room. Needless to say, it was not as relaxing as I had hoped it would be.
The massage was over before long, and seemed shorter than I remembered the description being on the website for the package. Imagine my surprise when I was ushered to the front to pay and be told that I was done for the day. The lady at the front desk, who never once smiled when I arrived or was checking out, said I was only scheduled for a massage. I was not offered an apology for the miscommunication, nor was I offered a chance to reschedule for the other parts of the package I thought I was getting. I was simply told it was $70 and they needed the gift card to charge it.
Granted, I am not your typical spa client as I could not normally afford such luxuries, however, this gift card was given to me by my volunteers who wanted to treat me to an afternoon of pampering. I'm really more saddened than anything as I had to completely reschedule my normal duties for today and get others to cover my jobs to arrange for this afternoon to myself. It is not something that is easily done, nor do I know when I will get the opportunity to try to again.
It is a disappointment that this was my first and probably last experience with the spa, but maybe these places aren't made for simple folk like me who prefer common courtesies. My hands and feet are rough and calloused from hard work and should probably stay that way. At least I know it is appreciated by those for whom I work.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Celebrating the Season
This holiday season has been incredibly busy for me. On Thursday, I graduated from Duquesne University in Pittsburgh. It was my first trip to the city, and was 27 degrees when I landed. Not much fun for a beach baby, but walking across the stage and hearing my name called followed by "Magna Cum Laude" made it worth the trip. An old friend of mine, Harry, joined me in PA for my two days to keep me company. It was nice to see that we could spend a couple of days together and not kill each other since he's from the north and used to the cold and I couldn't stop complaining about it. I even tried ice skating, but that lasted only about 15 minutes. I fell really hard, and some little kid came flying by laughing at me. I crawled off the ice, pulled out my cell phone, and called the hotel shuttle to pick me up and take me back to safety.
Graduation culminates the end of two and a half years of very hard work. I've had funny looks when I told people I went back to school, after all, I already have an associates and bachelors degrees, why did I need another bachelor degree? The rescue quickly outgrew the little knowledge I had received through the first two educational endeavors. I was so unprepared for our growth and the responsibilities that followed. The degree program is specialized for animal welfare workers to turn them into better leaders. It was such an eye opener and has really made a huge difference in my vision for our organization.
The last week saw several adoptions for our pets, and I couldn't be happier, except if some had been the ones I'm fostering. I will have another full house this Christmas, but at least it is a warm, safe place for them then where they had been. I'm keeping faith that we'll get some of them in homes soon. They are all such great dogs, if only someone would give them a chance.
Last night, two CPR supporters treated me to a fantastic evening at the Savannah Theater's A Christmas Tradition. As two of the performers, they took the opportunity to make sure I had a good time, setting me up to be a part of one of the audience participation skits. I couldn't stop smiling. It's hard to be alone this time of year, but Josh and Shannon made me feel like such a part of their world even if just for one evening. During the announcements, they had a special message read to me in front of the audience, that I was the prime example of what this season means. It brought tears to my eyes and filled my heart.
We don't get a lot of thank yous in our work, and most people don't understand that we aren't paid to do these jobs. It is our satisfaction when all the work we put into an animal results in a fabulous adoption. In fact, I had an email while I was in PA in which a person inquiring about our organization wrote that he assumed we are "taking the donations and feeding them to the Exec. Board" and "just a group for socialite status." It really upset me, so much so that I had to send it on to my second in command to attend to as I was too emotional about it to respond. I work a full time job and some smaller contract projects to make it paycheck to paycheck and pay for some of the rescue's expenses. I don't make much as I took a pay cut to be able to work from home and have more time interacting with the dogs so they will be better pets when they are adopted. No one on our board gets paid for their work, we all do it out of our love for homeless pets. And as far as "socialite status," I'm anything but. I bought my first black dress this year in order to attend an awards recognition out in Dallas. I am not a socialite, I don't even have time for a social life. Being in rescue does not give any of us special status. We're most all of middle class stature, just regular people who prefer jeans and flip flops. In fact, if you saw me on the street, you would never even notice me unless I was wearing one of our CPR shirts. Is it really that far-fetched to think that people who are doing something good are doing it because it makes them feel good, not because they are gaining anything?
Ok, so time to get off my soap box and get back on topic. This is a season of giving to others and sharing our gifts with those less fortunate. Thank you to everyone who gave to our Home 4 the Holidays supply drive. It is greatly appreciated.
Graduation culminates the end of two and a half years of very hard work. I've had funny looks when I told people I went back to school, after all, I already have an associates and bachelors degrees, why did I need another bachelor degree? The rescue quickly outgrew the little knowledge I had received through the first two educational endeavors. I was so unprepared for our growth and the responsibilities that followed. The degree program is specialized for animal welfare workers to turn them into better leaders. It was such an eye opener and has really made a huge difference in my vision for our organization.
The last week saw several adoptions for our pets, and I couldn't be happier, except if some had been the ones I'm fostering. I will have another full house this Christmas, but at least it is a warm, safe place for them then where they had been. I'm keeping faith that we'll get some of them in homes soon. They are all such great dogs, if only someone would give them a chance.
Last night, two CPR supporters treated me to a fantastic evening at the Savannah Theater's A Christmas Tradition. As two of the performers, they took the opportunity to make sure I had a good time, setting me up to be a part of one of the audience participation skits. I couldn't stop smiling. It's hard to be alone this time of year, but Josh and Shannon made me feel like such a part of their world even if just for one evening. During the announcements, they had a special message read to me in front of the audience, that I was the prime example of what this season means. It brought tears to my eyes and filled my heart.
We don't get a lot of thank yous in our work, and most people don't understand that we aren't paid to do these jobs. It is our satisfaction when all the work we put into an animal results in a fabulous adoption. In fact, I had an email while I was in PA in which a person inquiring about our organization wrote that he assumed we are "taking the donations and feeding them to the Exec. Board" and "just a group for socialite status." It really upset me, so much so that I had to send it on to my second in command to attend to as I was too emotional about it to respond. I work a full time job and some smaller contract projects to make it paycheck to paycheck and pay for some of the rescue's expenses. I don't make much as I took a pay cut to be able to work from home and have more time interacting with the dogs so they will be better pets when they are adopted. No one on our board gets paid for their work, we all do it out of our love for homeless pets. And as far as "socialite status," I'm anything but. I bought my first black dress this year in order to attend an awards recognition out in Dallas. I am not a socialite, I don't even have time for a social life. Being in rescue does not give any of us special status. We're most all of middle class stature, just regular people who prefer jeans and flip flops. In fact, if you saw me on the street, you would never even notice me unless I was wearing one of our CPR shirts. Is it really that far-fetched to think that people who are doing something good are doing it because it makes them feel good, not because they are gaining anything?
Ok, so time to get off my soap box and get back on topic. This is a season of giving to others and sharing our gifts with those less fortunate. Thank you to everyone who gave to our Home 4 the Holidays supply drive. It is greatly appreciated.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Boot Camp Update
So last week I got lazy and didn't post an update. So maybe it is easier to do it once a week. I missed two days last week, but Derek put a hurting on me on Monday to make up for lost time. Last night was a little better, and I'm impressed at how I'm able to do more push ups with each session. I also found my workout clothes are getting looser, so I think that is a good sign. My eating habits still aren't what they should be, but I've really cut down on my sweets intake. It's baby steps, but every little one counts.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Michael Vick Gets His Due
Yesterday, former Falcons quarterback Michael Vick finally got his sentence for his involvement with dogfighting. While most animal advocates would have hoped for the maximum five years in prison, I really believe Judge Henry Hudson has sent a message that this type of behavior will not be tolerated especially from celebrities.
In my opinion, this sentence is a good start that other judges around the country need to follow. We have two dogs from a cruelty case in early 2006 that is still in legal process. Why? Because the judge keeps giving exception to the defendant. The guy did not show several times to the court and yet he continually got second chances. The last time was just a month ago. This time he showed, but without an attorney. Usually, that means you waive your right to legal counsel, but not before this judge. Nope, he appointed the guy an attorney and the case is being held over for a jury trial now in February. Lucky us that we can continue to take time off from work and never know if we will really get justice not to mention having a resolution for the families that have been caring for the dogs all this time.
Dogfighting is still a problem in our area. I know of several places that have been investigated, dogs that have been confiscated, and more information that still hasn't been resolved. But the main problem are neighbors who are afraid to report suspected activity. The silence can be just as much a death sentence as the cruelty those animals suffer. Reports can be made confidentially through CrimeStoppers and the Georgia Sheriff's Association. Document all the activity you see, people coming and going, animals and their environment, day and time. All this information can help investigators.
But it's just a dog. I've heard that so many times from people who think I get too involved and emotional about pets. But dogfighting usually means other criminal activity, such as illegal gambling and interpersonal violence. It's not a sport and should never be a "cultural thing" as Whoopi Goldberg believes. But it takes cases like Vick's to make an example and get people out of their shell of ignorance. We know this is going on in our communities, now we have a chance to do something about it.
As for Michael Vick, I think he's suffered quite a bit from all this. He's in financial ruin and his football career is greatly questionable. I still don't believe he's "found Jesus" as he said after he was first arrested, but I certainly hope he's found some sense that cruelty isn't profitable.
In my opinion, this sentence is a good start that other judges around the country need to follow. We have two dogs from a cruelty case in early 2006 that is still in legal process. Why? Because the judge keeps giving exception to the defendant. The guy did not show several times to the court and yet he continually got second chances. The last time was just a month ago. This time he showed, but without an attorney. Usually, that means you waive your right to legal counsel, but not before this judge. Nope, he appointed the guy an attorney and the case is being held over for a jury trial now in February. Lucky us that we can continue to take time off from work and never know if we will really get justice not to mention having a resolution for the families that have been caring for the dogs all this time.
Dogfighting is still a problem in our area. I know of several places that have been investigated, dogs that have been confiscated, and more information that still hasn't been resolved. But the main problem are neighbors who are afraid to report suspected activity. The silence can be just as much a death sentence as the cruelty those animals suffer. Reports can be made confidentially through CrimeStoppers and the Georgia Sheriff's Association. Document all the activity you see, people coming and going, animals and their environment, day and time. All this information can help investigators.
But it's just a dog. I've heard that so many times from people who think I get too involved and emotional about pets. But dogfighting usually means other criminal activity, such as illegal gambling and interpersonal violence. It's not a sport and should never be a "cultural thing" as Whoopi Goldberg believes. But it takes cases like Vick's to make an example and get people out of their shell of ignorance. We know this is going on in our communities, now we have a chance to do something about it.
As for Michael Vick, I think he's suffered quite a bit from all this. He's in financial ruin and his football career is greatly questionable. I still don't believe he's "found Jesus" as he said after he was first arrested, but I certainly hope he's found some sense that cruelty isn't profitable.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Dear Santa
I would like to think I have been a very good girl this year. I know I'm too old for this, but recently heard that if you put things in writing, you're that much closer to making them happen. So, here's my list:
Adoptions for Madison, Dancer, Comet, Ely, and Lizzie so that my two furkids can have me all to themselves for just a little while. But we both know that isn't true, but it makes room for us to save a few more from euthanasia and grant their holiday wishes.
A maid or house help just for a day. I spend most of my time cleaning up after the dogs, and so little doing things for myself. My house looks more like a dog kennel than a home. And it would be nice to have clean laundry for me instead of doing a load or two a day of soiled dog linens. The carpets might also appreciate a good steam cleaning as housebreaking hasn't been easy for Hannah.
Landscaping. Though the dogs have really tried to leave their own designs on the backyard, I miss having a place to relax and listen to my Jimmy Buffett music or host friends for an evening at the bar. Come to think of it, how about adding a sunroom while you're there so I can get my furniture that is ruining out of the shed? And a new cushion for my garden swing. Heck, why not make it a new swing altogether? Hannah has finally torn the cushion and padding to make it fit her just perfectly, I hate to make her have to start over again.
Heating and air for the backyard kennels. I'm sure there is a way to make that work, I just have no idea where to start. But it would be nice to reclaim the kitchen from some of the larger dogs that use my dining table as Victory Lane for their own race track.
A Dyson vacuum. Years of trying to teach the dogs to shed only outdoors has failed, as have two Bissell steamcleaners, 1 Hoover vacuum, and now a Dirt Devil bagless. Heck, I'd even be happy with a Rainbow, I hear those things are pretty good. I could even hook it up to Vinnie and groom him. Well, maybe not.
While on the subject of Vinnie, my poor 5'1" mother has requested obedience lessons as the ungraceful pooch knocks her on her butt every time she comes over trying to hug her. How do I tell my loving dog not to be so friendly? Shouldn't I be proud of a male that shows nothing but happiness when I walk through the door?
A properly running vehicle would also be nice, or just a gift certificate to get this one in good working order. As you know, I've put over 100,000 miles on it to the benefit of hundreds of homeless pets, but now it, too, needs some tender loving care. And let's face it, I'm not a car chick, and I know nothing about what's right or wrong with it. I love this vehicle and would like it to last another 100,000 miles.
Running shoes. A very odd request coming from me, and no it is not to increase my ability in chasing dogs. I actually just recently put myself into a fitness bootcamp and find my current shoes aren't quite as comfortable as they used to be. But it could also be the exercises and my natural lack of grace.
And finally, repairs of the master bathroom. I have one, just the people who lived here before me decided to leave me a clean slate to rebuild as I like. Problem is, I know nothing about plumbing, drywall or electricity, all of which would have to be put back in this room. It would be nice to have my own bathroom separate from the dogs' grooming station.
Ok, Santa, I think that is a pretty tall order for you. There's lots of other needy boys and girls out there who need their wishes granted, but if you could grant me just this one final wish, it would mean more to me than anything this Christmas:
Make people more compassionate to animals.
Thanks, Santa.
Adoptions for Madison, Dancer, Comet, Ely, and Lizzie so that my two furkids can have me all to themselves for just a little while. But we both know that isn't true, but it makes room for us to save a few more from euthanasia and grant their holiday wishes.
A maid or house help just for a day. I spend most of my time cleaning up after the dogs, and so little doing things for myself. My house looks more like a dog kennel than a home. And it would be nice to have clean laundry for me instead of doing a load or two a day of soiled dog linens. The carpets might also appreciate a good steam cleaning as housebreaking hasn't been easy for Hannah.
Landscaping. Though the dogs have really tried to leave their own designs on the backyard, I miss having a place to relax and listen to my Jimmy Buffett music or host friends for an evening at the bar. Come to think of it, how about adding a sunroom while you're there so I can get my furniture that is ruining out of the shed? And a new cushion for my garden swing. Heck, why not make it a new swing altogether? Hannah has finally torn the cushion and padding to make it fit her just perfectly, I hate to make her have to start over again.
Heating and air for the backyard kennels. I'm sure there is a way to make that work, I just have no idea where to start. But it would be nice to reclaim the kitchen from some of the larger dogs that use my dining table as Victory Lane for their own race track.
A Dyson vacuum. Years of trying to teach the dogs to shed only outdoors has failed, as have two Bissell steamcleaners, 1 Hoover vacuum, and now a Dirt Devil bagless. Heck, I'd even be happy with a Rainbow, I hear those things are pretty good. I could even hook it up to Vinnie and groom him. Well, maybe not.
While on the subject of Vinnie, my poor 5'1" mother has requested obedience lessons as the ungraceful pooch knocks her on her butt every time she comes over trying to hug her. How do I tell my loving dog not to be so friendly? Shouldn't I be proud of a male that shows nothing but happiness when I walk through the door?
A properly running vehicle would also be nice, or just a gift certificate to get this one in good working order. As you know, I've put over 100,000 miles on it to the benefit of hundreds of homeless pets, but now it, too, needs some tender loving care. And let's face it, I'm not a car chick, and I know nothing about what's right or wrong with it. I love this vehicle and would like it to last another 100,000 miles.
Running shoes. A very odd request coming from me, and no it is not to increase my ability in chasing dogs. I actually just recently put myself into a fitness bootcamp and find my current shoes aren't quite as comfortable as they used to be. But it could also be the exercises and my natural lack of grace.
And finally, repairs of the master bathroom. I have one, just the people who lived here before me decided to leave me a clean slate to rebuild as I like. Problem is, I know nothing about plumbing, drywall or electricity, all of which would have to be put back in this room. It would be nice to have my own bathroom separate from the dogs' grooming station.
Ok, Santa, I think that is a pretty tall order for you. There's lots of other needy boys and girls out there who need their wishes granted, but if you could grant me just this one final wish, it would mean more to me than anything this Christmas:
Make people more compassionate to animals.
Thanks, Santa.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Boot Camp Day 5
What a harsh night! DaVinci joined me for my walking warm up around the park, only because he refused to get out of the car while I was unloading our event materials from this past Tuesday. It ended up only being one other person and I at camp tonight, which meant more pain. It was so bad I couldn't talk and could barely breathe. Even an hour later I'm hurting, but I'm told it will help my posture as well as shrink my abs. I am noticing that I can see a waistline again, so I'm very happy about that, and my jeans are starting to feel a bit bigger on me. I just have to remember, no pain, no gain. We'll see if my legs agree in the morning.
Don't Know Much About Technology
Ok, well, anyone who knows me know that is a lie. But for the last month, part of my job at eMarketSouth has been maintaining our blog to inform clients of services and gizmos we can offer them for their websites. It's been fun as each member of the staff took turns to make one post a day for National Blog Posting Month. It wasn't always easy, but I think we were able to teach ourselves quite a bit along the way.
Next week, I will be teaching again for the Georgia Center for Non-Profits. For one afternoon on December 6, I will be sharing my ten years of Internet experience with other non-profits looking to make the most out of their website. Having built several non-profit websites including LibLines.org, TybeeBeautifcation.org, and of course CoastalPetRescue.org, I'm hopeful attendees will take away a lot of useful information to make their websites more profitable for their organization.
Next week, I will be teaching again for the Georgia Center for Non-Profits. For one afternoon on December 6, I will be sharing my ten years of Internet experience with other non-profits looking to make the most out of their website. Having built several non-profit websites including LibLines.org, TybeeBeautifcation.org, and of course CoastalPetRescue.org, I'm hopeful attendees will take away a lot of useful information to make their websites more profitable for their organization.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Boot Camp Day 4
Misery loves company, so I conned our CPR secretary Heather into joining me for the workout last night. While she only got a small taste, I think she'll see it to be as beneficial as I do. I've noticed that I feel better overall, I sleep better, and I'm eating a bit less junk food, which is a huge step for me. I have to admit, I don't feel near as bad this morning as I normally do after a night of bootcamp. I guess I'm getting used to it. I even found myself doing cartwheels last night. No idea what brought them on, but I know it's been years since I've done one. Guess I just feel better all over.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The Excitement and Anticipation of Graduation
Today, my cap and gown arrived for my December 20th graduation from Duquesne University. They also called me today to let me know they were mailing my honor cords. Yes, I am graduating with honors. I'm so excited. I can't remember having worked this hard for my associates or first bachelors degrees. Maybe it is because I'm older and have direction in my life and hope this degree will take me to the next level. Regardless, I'm looking forward to the travel to Pittsburgh, a big adventure in a new city.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Boot Camp Day 3
Oh the pain! The horror! Believe it or not, I was accepted to the US Coast Guard academy my senior year of high school. However, I declined the offer as I was not interested in signing away the next nine years of my life or early morning exercise. Which is the reason I attend the evening Boot Camp.
Tonight was abs night. Derek thought we needed to work off all the turkey we ate over Thanksgiving. I tried all my might to minimize my eating so there would be less to work off. It didn't matter. We did a thing called the cockroach tonight, which Daniel explained "pushes your abs out your a**." Yep, I definitely had that feeling. But oh do I ever feel better after a hot shower.
Tonight was abs night. Derek thought we needed to work off all the turkey we ate over Thanksgiving. I tried all my might to minimize my eating so there would be less to work off. It didn't matter. We did a thing called the cockroach tonight, which Daniel explained "pushes your abs out your a**." Yep, I definitely had that feeling. But oh do I ever feel better after a hot shower.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
The Spirit of Giving During the Holidays
For many of us, this past week has been full of chaos with preparing to spend time with family and shopping for gifts. For Coastal Pet Rescue, it has been full of trying to schedule adoption interviews, find room for new intakes, and figure out how to get more funding. After an afternoon of errands and evaluating pets at animal control, I made one last stop at WalMart to get some storage containers for our office. I was tired and worn out, and as I walked to my car, I noted a beautiful black SUV next to mine. I had gone through a coin wash back on Wednesday, but it didn't do much good. Our car is in bad shape and needs lots of work, not to mention the payoff. I had loaded everything in and was preparing to leave when there was a tap at my window. The gentleman asked me if I managed the rescue, and I replied yes. He then handed me a $20 and said "This is for you, keep up the good work." I was stunned. I was almost moved to tears as I told him thank you. He smiled and went back to loading his purchases into the vehicle I had been admiring previously, and I found myself smiling all the way home.
What a great start to the holidays.
What a great start to the holidays.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Boot Camp Day 2
In honor of Thanksgiving, tonight's workout was only 30 minutes. I had my measurements done. While I don't have them in front of me, I do know that my weight was at 174. Yikes. Well, guess it is a good thing I decided to do something about it now. And poor Derek, he didn't know what a problem child I was going to be for him... bad wrist, left knee MCL injury, and scoliosis in my lower back. So lucky me, I did squats for most of the night. But I made it through. I know this is what I need, so I'll keep at it. I just have to remember not to eat six hours before the workout...
Monday, November 19, 2007
Ms. CPR Goes to Boot Camp
Believe it or not, I finally decided that chasing dogs around day in and day out was not enough exercise. I met a wonderful woman recently at an eWomenNetwork coffee, and she put me in touch with her husband that is a personal trainer. We spoke on the phone for about a good thirty minutes of what I wanted to achieve and the best way to get results. He suggested I try his boot camp out at J.F. Gregory Park in Richmond Hill. Since I am very gym-phobic and lack any self discipline on my own, I thought this would be a great fit, especially since I was in athletics up through college.
Well, there was no slacking tonight. I lost count of the number of laps around the park he had me jog. I couldn't feel my legs. Then we did a lot more exercises, which reminded me of my soccer coach back at Andrew. Every part of me felt on fire. I forgot just how many muscles I had. But it wasn't just Derek's instruction and constant mention that I had "good hips" to tolerate the exercises. It was the feeling of being part of a team again. It was a small group, 10 of us I think (I still feel rather blurred from the hour), but I quickly connected with a National Guard Recruiter. Seems we have similar physical backgrounds, and sense of humor. At one point in class he said he was there because his wife called him fat, and she's pregnant.
I wasn't sure I was prepared for an exercise commitment again. But I can honestly say I'm looking forward to seeing Derek again on Wednesday, when he'll get to do my actual measurements, yikes! But I'm looking forward to the day I can look in the mirror and feel confident about my appearance for now.
Well, there was no slacking tonight. I lost count of the number of laps around the park he had me jog. I couldn't feel my legs. Then we did a lot more exercises, which reminded me of my soccer coach back at Andrew. Every part of me felt on fire. I forgot just how many muscles I had. But it wasn't just Derek's instruction and constant mention that I had "good hips" to tolerate the exercises. It was the feeling of being part of a team again. It was a small group, 10 of us I think (I still feel rather blurred from the hour), but I quickly connected with a National Guard Recruiter. Seems we have similar physical backgrounds, and sense of humor. At one point in class he said he was there because his wife called him fat, and she's pregnant.
I wasn't sure I was prepared for an exercise commitment again. But I can honestly say I'm looking forward to seeing Derek again on Wednesday, when he'll get to do my actual measurements, yikes! But I'm looking forward to the day I can look in the mirror and feel confident about my appearance for now.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
When All He** Breaks Loose
There have been few situations within the rescue for which I have not been able to handle or which I knew the exact right course of action. Today was not one of those days.
Dogs are pack animals. I work hard to maintain harmony, but occasionally, personalities clash. But I was not prepared for what happened. My beloved DaVinci and a Pit Bull I have doted upon so much for the last several months were in a bad altercation. I can't begin to describe how much blood was shed, but you couldn't tell that Vinnie was a blonde. I don't know what happened or exactly when. I had last been out with the dogs around 3 when I took fresh water. I took a break from work around 4:30, and went out to play with the dogs. When I opened the door, DaVinci was lying right there. I tried to get him to come inside, but he wouldn't move. Then I noticed the panting, and something wasn't right. Then Lady ran in the house, and that's when I saw the blood drops down the hallway. My world just started spinning.
I shoved Lady into the bathroom and pulled the door tight, then ran to the computer to locate a phone number for the closest veterinarian to see if I could rush the dogs over. I called my unofficial big sister Wendy and her husband for help. Neither could answer, so I shot off a quick email then set about getting Vinnie into the car safely. I arrived to the vet a few minutes later and two techs came to help get him in there. Then I had to come back and get Lady. Luckily, Wendy's husband was able to meet me at the house to help get Lady in the car. Her face was scratched, and there was blood all over her. We arrived to the vet and Wendy had called that she was leaving work early to come be with me.
DaVinci was still back being evaluated. It seemed like an eternity before someone came to tell me what was going on. We had Lady resting on a towel, blood still dripping from parts of her. A tech came out. Vinnie had puncture wounds up and down all his legs, some going about to the bone. He had a few bites on his face, but nothing big, and a bad scratch on his head. They were taking him back to the tub to wash everything off and see what else had happened to him.
Meanwhile, Wendy and I discussed that this left us no hope of having Lady safely adopted, as once a dog has been involved in a fight like that without knowing the trigger, they can never truely be trusted again. When the vet came in, she agreed with us that putting Lady down would be the best solution. It hurt so much. After all I had put in to her, the chances I took, trying to prove to the world that Pits can be good dogs. And then this happened. The vet came back, I signed the papers, and Lady was taken away.
Meanwhile, Jackie and Brent came to my rescue to pick up the momma dog and two puppies I was supposed to get. They came to the vet and got my key and settled mom and babies in one of the back kennels until I could get home. Almost as soon as they left, DaVinci was brought out from the exam room. I fell to my knees weeping. Vinnie wouldn't move. All I could see was red up and down his legs, all shaved, and the fur missing from his head where more scratches were exposed. Guilt, that's all I can feel right now. I can't even remember a time that they ever even growled at each other, and I can't figure out why one would turn on the other, or who started it. But as we put my baby on the stretcher to take him to the car, I couldn't stop crying. He whimpered, tried to move, and we kept trying to keep him stable. The drugs were doing a little bit, but not enough.
Getting Vinnie home and settled was even more of a challenge. Aaron picked me up to go to Walmart and get him a bed, and the largest would could find barely held his entire body. We spent most of an hour trying to get him positioned on it without causing too much distress, but every time he cried, I cried. It is just not easy for me to be strong as my baby lies in pain.
And now that everything is all settled for the night, I'm feeling utter saddness for Lady. Such a wonderful dog, but maybe it is time I give up trying to prove the stereotypes wrong. It's hard enough to save the ones we can without extra baggage. But as I go to sleep on my pallet next to Vinnie tonight, I have to remember that I can't save them all, and I will always have my family first.
Dogs are pack animals. I work hard to maintain harmony, but occasionally, personalities clash. But I was not prepared for what happened. My beloved DaVinci and a Pit Bull I have doted upon so much for the last several months were in a bad altercation. I can't begin to describe how much blood was shed, but you couldn't tell that Vinnie was a blonde. I don't know what happened or exactly when. I had last been out with the dogs around 3 when I took fresh water. I took a break from work around 4:30, and went out to play with the dogs. When I opened the door, DaVinci was lying right there. I tried to get him to come inside, but he wouldn't move. Then I noticed the panting, and something wasn't right. Then Lady ran in the house, and that's when I saw the blood drops down the hallway. My world just started spinning.
I shoved Lady into the bathroom and pulled the door tight, then ran to the computer to locate a phone number for the closest veterinarian to see if I could rush the dogs over. I called my unofficial big sister Wendy and her husband for help. Neither could answer, so I shot off a quick email then set about getting Vinnie into the car safely. I arrived to the vet a few minutes later and two techs came to help get him in there. Then I had to come back and get Lady. Luckily, Wendy's husband was able to meet me at the house to help get Lady in the car. Her face was scratched, and there was blood all over her. We arrived to the vet and Wendy had called that she was leaving work early to come be with me.
DaVinci was still back being evaluated. It seemed like an eternity before someone came to tell me what was going on. We had Lady resting on a towel, blood still dripping from parts of her. A tech came out. Vinnie had puncture wounds up and down all his legs, some going about to the bone. He had a few bites on his face, but nothing big, and a bad scratch on his head. They were taking him back to the tub to wash everything off and see what else had happened to him.
Meanwhile, Wendy and I discussed that this left us no hope of having Lady safely adopted, as once a dog has been involved in a fight like that without knowing the trigger, they can never truely be trusted again. When the vet came in, she agreed with us that putting Lady down would be the best solution. It hurt so much. After all I had put in to her, the chances I took, trying to prove to the world that Pits can be good dogs. And then this happened. The vet came back, I signed the papers, and Lady was taken away.
Meanwhile, Jackie and Brent came to my rescue to pick up the momma dog and two puppies I was supposed to get. They came to the vet and got my key and settled mom and babies in one of the back kennels until I could get home. Almost as soon as they left, DaVinci was brought out from the exam room. I fell to my knees weeping. Vinnie wouldn't move. All I could see was red up and down his legs, all shaved, and the fur missing from his head where more scratches were exposed. Guilt, that's all I can feel right now. I can't even remember a time that they ever even growled at each other, and I can't figure out why one would turn on the other, or who started it. But as we put my baby on the stretcher to take him to the car, I couldn't stop crying. He whimpered, tried to move, and we kept trying to keep him stable. The drugs were doing a little bit, but not enough.
Getting Vinnie home and settled was even more of a challenge. Aaron picked me up to go to Walmart and get him a bed, and the largest would could find barely held his entire body. We spent most of an hour trying to get him positioned on it without causing too much distress, but every time he cried, I cried. It is just not easy for me to be strong as my baby lies in pain.
And now that everything is all settled for the night, I'm feeling utter saddness for Lady. Such a wonderful dog, but maybe it is time I give up trying to prove the stereotypes wrong. It's hard enough to save the ones we can without extra baggage. But as I go to sleep on my pallet next to Vinnie tonight, I have to remember that I can't save them all, and I will always have my family first.
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