I'm an Aquarius with a Big Heart

I'm in a weird mood today/tonight. I don't know quite why, but something propelled me to check out Astrology.com and read my horoscope for the day:

You've got a big heart -- bigger than most people know. Today is perfect for combining it with your big brain to figure out some new way to help people or the planet. It may start a new trend.

Hmm. I half expected it to read, "You will encounter lots of poo. Don't forget paper towels on the way home." Of course, that's how it always feels when a new litter gets dropped off. But you know me, always a sucker for those baby blue eyes and puppy breath.

So anyways, back to this mood thing... my friend Dan talked to me last night about some of the mental health counseling they do at the Red Cross. He's been working hard since the explosion, and I'm sure it won't slow down anytime soon. He told me last night that one of the things they do is ask a person their name, and then ask them how they feel about having that name. I rolled my eyes.

My mom named me, and gave me her name as my middle name. Growing up, I could never quite figure out who I was or who I wanted to be. I told Dan about how I had changed my name throughout my childhood, mainly the spelling, or dropping my middle name (which I still rarely use), or using my confirmation name which I thought was more elegant, after all, I chose the name off of one of my favorite Jane Austin characters. But it was an intriguing point to consider.

But that's not what is really bothering me. I just turned 29 and I'm still not sure I know what I want to do with my life. Of course, I want to continue with the rescue, but it does get lonely. I know I want my masters degree, and some other certifications, though finding the time right now is becoming a bit harder with each day. But I started to think about all the things I've sacrificed for the last five years to keep this passion going. I had never really thought of it as a sacrifice until I found myself alone for the "Savannah Heroes" presentation at the Lucas Saturday night. What does it say for a person that can be called a "celebrity" on a SavannahNOW blog, but can't get someone to accompany her to those types of events? I know I'm not alone as I read similar thoughts on blogs for other rescuers. Perhaps it is just not an easy to understand life we lead. But it could also be that I set my expectations too high of other people. I've always been of the mindset that if I can do it, so can others. I don't consider anything I do extraordinary, but just following the example set by my family, school and Church.

So, I guess this is a pre-30 crisis I'm going through. But I'm sure I'll forget about it shortly, after all, I have 10 days of spending two hours each day attempting to successfully medicate 7 squirmy puppies who would rather spit everything up all over me than be able to go to the bathroom normally. Ah, the joys of rescue puppyhood.

Pet Insurance: To Buy or Not To Buy, Take 2

Last April, I wrote about why people should consider purchasing pet insurance for their pets. It seems a hot topic again this week as one of our volunteers posted about an article on the issue from Salon.com that started a huge discussion, and tonight, WSAV plans to have the story on at 6. It seems the issue is really divided amongst pet lovers, and even amongst our volunteers.

I have kept insurance on my DaVinci since I adopted him at 6 weeks of age. I then kept it on Hannah since I adopted her last year. I'm a single woman who lives on a tight budget as I don't make much from my paying job and have sacrificed to have a home big enough for all the dogs. I can't afford expensive medical treatments, and I was so grateful when DaVinci got mauled to have the insurance cover anything as the bills just kept mounting. I don't have kids, so my dogs are my children. I would be lost without them, so why wouldn't I protect them as others protect their children?

The argument is that pet insurance is too expensive and doesn't cover much. I really think that people saying that are not shopping around. It's like car insurance. Every company has different offerings and coverage levels. You have to find one that works for you. Progressive recently started offering pet insurance to their auto customers. At one time, AAA had a pet insurance program. I personally use Pet Care Insurance as they provide special programs to adopters of new pets to help in the event of extra care being needed. I support them because they support rescue. They are also the same company that provides our microchips, so there are benefits and discounts for using both programs.

If you are not going to buy pet insurance, you should consider setting aside money each month to have as an emergency fund for your pet. I have seen vet care cost people well into $10,000. If you don't have insurance, will you make the decision to permanently let go of your pet or just find a way in that stressful time to raise the funds? The Humane Society of the United States also has some ideas on how to raise money for unexpected vet costs:

• Ask your veterinarian if he or she will let you work out a payment plan.
  
• If you have a specific breed of dog, contact the National Club for that breed. In some cases, these clubs offer a veterinary financial assistance fund.
  
• Ask your veterinarian to submit an assistance request to the American Animal Hospital Association (AAHA) "Helping Pets Fund."
  
• Use your credit card. Ask for a higher credit limit or a cash advance.
  
• Call your bank. Ask about loan programs, second mortgages, or other options. Consider borrowing from your life insurance policy, vacation savings, kids' education fund, or retirement program.
  
• Ask your employer for a salary advance.
  
• Alert family and friends and ask them each for a $25 loan.
  
• Pawn your stuff. TVs and VCRs can be replaced. Your pet can't.
  
• Consider taking on a part-time job or temping.
  
• Contact the regional office of The HSUS that covers your state. Our regional office staff is often familiar with organizations and personnel within their territory and may be able to direct you to programs in your area.

The HSUS also recommends calling your local animal shelter for assistance. Sadly, most of us cannot afford to help people with their personal pets. We are often taxed enough trying to provide care for the homeless pets already in our programs. If your pet is in need of orthopedic care, you can contact the University of Georgia College of Veterinary Medicine. Also, United Animal Nation offers a LifeLine grant to help pet owners care for animals in life-threatening situations.

Don't wait until the situation arises to decide how to handle emergency care for your pet. Explore your options now and make sure you have a plan. It's much easier than having to decide between your bank account and the life of your pet.

Hey, Y'all, I'm a Celebrity!

On Thursday night, I wrote my feelings about the local TV coverage of the tragedy at Dixie Crystals Refinery. Apparently, my posting upset someone enough to repost it on SavannahNOW's blog:

Local Celebrity Lisa Scabrough President and Founder of Coastal Pet Rescue Slams WSAV for lack of coverage
Submitted by tessamartin98 on Sat, 2008-02-09 19:39. :: Islands

Don't these news channel support you and your cause when you are solicting for donations and award recognitions?

Not very nice coming from somebody I use to admire and look up too!

First, let me say how cool it is that someone called me a celebrity. Not a word I've ever considered for myself, but thanks just the same.

Second, as for the channels that support my cause, that's really not the point here. But, since it was brought up, let me say that no, WSAV has not supported my direct cause in quite some time. I attended a VIP lunch the day after the Top Ten Working Women in Savannah awards where they point blank stated they were taking a different direction with their news coverage and PR/community event coverage such as we had done time and time again with Lyndy Brannen was out the door (and shortly thereafter, so was Lyndy, but we got him back through WJCL). What they choose to cover is their decision. But, since they don't cover issues that I consider important, they don't get my viewership. No hard feelings, I just prefer to give my loyalty to those that share theirs. WTOC's Sonny Dixon and Jody Chapin have been a big help to us over the years, and WJCL actually came on as an official sponsor for us this past year. Despite our loyalty to them, I still acknowledge that WTOC had the better coverage for this major disaster.

As a member of what I consider a small community where you are only a degree and a half from knowing everyone else, I was sorely disappointed that WSAV didn't see this story as big as WTOC and WJCL/FOX. Three out of four stations dropped all network programming to be sure their audiences had the latest in information. They understand that Savannah is an "everyone knows someone" town and that this story affected everyone, whether directly or indirectly. So yes, I say give credit where credit is deserved, and it goes to those who show they care about our community.

And lastly, let me point out that my job is to promote my cause. I exist to make people question things and look at how they can change the world around them with simple steps and small commitments. If the fact that I wanted to make WSAV take a second look at how they view our community makes someone stop admiring me, then you really don't understand anything about the work I do.

I Am My Father's Daughter

Last night, I was humbly honored as a Savannah Hero at the Lucas Theater. It was amazing to meet the other four heroes. I feel like I've done so little to change our world in comparison. The event was put on by the Georgia Equality foundation to recognize people in their 20s who have made a difference in the Savannah area, just prior to the Rocky Horror Show production. I stayed for the performance and had a blast. But what really got to me happened at intermission.

Since I had gone by myself, I took a balcony seat so as to not to stand out. But apparently, I was not as alone as I thought. I stepped outside to enjoy some fresh air and was continually hugged by people I've known since childhood and throughout my rescue work. Two gentlemen that I had just met an hour before the show came up and told me they couldn't believe it when they saw me on stage having just met me at The Marshall House. But that's what I love about Savannah, the only 1.5 degrees of separation.

So how does this tie into being my father's daughter? Well, when the performance was over, I headed outside and heard voices behind me. They turned out to be four folks from Tybee, one who, before she said hi, said, "You look just like your dad." Yep, I get that a lot. To be honest, if they hadn't said my name on stage or in the program, I'm not sure she would have even known it. But it's always nice to know people remember me, even if it is only because of my Daddy. Afterall, I take after him in so many ways besides my looks.

When I first went to work at eMarketSouth, I was the only female for quite some time. It meant I had to do the traditional girly things: take messages, make our booths look pretty at expos, attend dinners. At one dinner in particular, I was presenting a website I had just built for the Savannah Executives Association. I arrived early to set up the computer, then followed my boss' instructions to have a seat and wait for him. Dinner came, and then the presentation. You could hear the gasps as I stood up, put on my glasses, and proceeded to the computer. Afterwards, women came up to congratulate me about how wonderful it was that I did this when they didn't know anything about computers. I was high on my work. Then my boss took to making individual introductions of me to fellow members (all men), which I thought was flattering, until one particular introduction. He introduced me as "Mike in a dress." Not really the image a girl likes to have of her father, but knowing my dad, it probably wouldn't be a surprise to any of his friends if he had ever done anything like that.

My dad is who instilled in me a sense of community service. Very few folks know it, but my dad actually went to seminary school to become a priest. As he told a story on Super Bowl Sunday, the brothers at the monastery actually called his mom and explained to her that her son needed to find another path in life. It could have been from him having turned his dorm closet into a liquor cabinet, or maybe it was getting up at 5 am to raise the Confederate flag on Lee's birthday. Who knows. But being a good Catholic as his parents had raised, he always found ways to give of himself, continuing to this day through his work as a Shriner.

It's no secret that my dad is responsible for the majority of the animals in our house growing up. So it should have been no surprise that I turned my life into service for this rescue. Every once in awhile, he'll ask me why I do it, and I'll always reply, "It's your fault."

So while I would one day want everyone to know I have a first name, I'm still content to be recognized as "Mike's daughter."

Dixie Crystals Sugar Refinery Plant Explosion and the Human Response

I'm a nosy person. Growing up on Tybee, everyone always knows everyone else's business. So it was no surprise that a few moments after I arrived to Moon River to meet up with some folks this evening cell phones lit up to tell us about the fire at the Dixie Crystals Sugar Refinery in Port Wentworth. More than half of the room were folks who either work in or used to work in Savannah media. So someone ran up to the TV and turned it on to find some coverage. We could only get channel 3 (WSAV) and 11 (WTOC). WSAV didn't seem concerned about interrupting Deal or No Deal but eventually put up a crawler, but WTOC was all over it from the moment it started until even now as I write this post (11:30 pm). At one point, Sonny Dixon even stated "please don't call us about network programming; we aren't going to stop our coverage tonight." Kudos to them for understanding that the lives of our community members is more important than the season premier of Survivor (we noticed that WSAV kept showing their game shows and had a note in the bottom right hand corner promoting a new TV show premiering at 10). Around 8:30 we were finally able to tune in to 22 (WJCL) through the bad reception, but most in the room were not a fan of the special guest in the studio and didn't understand why she was there, so we went back to WTOC and kept it there until we left around 10 pm. I have to say what wonderful coverage they had from the scene, the hospitals and the studio, utilizing all their staff in every capacity.

I think what has really touched me is how all the surrounding communities responded, sending EMS and Firefighters from Bryan County, Bulloch County, Effingham County, Southside Fire, Garden City and Tybee Island. I loved watching the live shots of all the ambulances lived down HWY 25 just waiting to be activated. Everyone on camera seemed so patient, eager to do what they can to help save their neighbors. Hats off to the Red Cross for establishing a comfort center to aid the responders and having volunteers to aid families at the hospitals. But I was most impressed by the area hotels who offered free rooms to out of town family, workers who can't get home, and emergency personnel.

Memorial Health is to also be commended for their immediate response and preparation for all the trauma. It was amazing to see the shots on WTOC of all the stretchers waiting as the first run of ambulances made it into the parking lot. It seemed as if everything was calm and under control, even as Georgia State Patrol came in to handle traffic.

As Sonny Dixon explained, this plant is a huge part of the Port Wentworth community. There are families who have worked there for generations, so this is a huge loss not to mention the injuries that can be sustained from the explosion. Having lived here most of my life, I can't remember anything this big having ever happened before. Port Wentworth is even having to divert water supply from one part of town to the plant site in order to help fight the fire which continues to burn after 4.5 hours. It seems as if WSAV is only "On Your Side" when it doesn't interfere with their network programming (ps - edited to say that is is now 12:06 am and WTOC is still going strong with their continuous coverage with no signs of slowing down soon).

So as I sit here unable to turn off the coverage because of my own selfish need to know what is going on, I just have to say how great it feels to be a part of a community that can jump into action for our neighbors. It's moments like this that really help to renew my faith in humanity.

My thoughts and prayers are with all the workers involved and their families.

Happy Birthday to Me

So yesterday was my 29th birthday. I made it 29 years without killing someone, that probably far exceeded some of the expectations of my friends from high school. Lord knows I have plenty of those thoughts working in the rescue as ignorant people abound in this world.

So today, one of my co-workers decided to blog about me. How cool is that? She called me impressive, and it was a pick me up I needed. But then I saw something on her page about "what type of flower are you?" I took the quiz, expecting to either be lucky bamboo that can live without much (except I managed to kill the stuff a few years back because I kept forgetting to give it water) or a cactus as I consider myself pretty low maintenance. Nope, according to the quiz, I am an Echinacea:

You are a health conscious person, both your health and the health of others. You know all about the health benefits and dangers of the world around you.

Um, wait, healt conscious? How in the world did that happen? Anyone who knows me knows I'm pretty much the anti-thesis of that. I hate vegetables and exercise, love chocolate, steaks and pizza. True, I care about the health of my friends, family and pets, but really, I don't even bother with Tylenol. Oh well. Maybe these online quizzes aren't as accurate as they seem. Guess you can't always believe everything you read online. Darn.

So anyhow, back to how I spent my birthday... In typical Lisa fashion, I was up at 3 am due to the beckoning of a puppy about to release her bladder, then back up at 4 am to feed said puppy plus five and get dressed to be on TV until 9 am. After TV, headed in to the office to work for few hours, already feeling like my day was half over. From there it was off to meet mom for birthday lunch at my favorite place, The New South Cafe. (I highly recommend the pecan fried chicken and pecan pie.) Good friends Bunny and Scott stopped in to say hi and wish me well. I thanked Mom and headed over to animal control to check out a new puppy. Like I really had to. I grabbed the marker, put our name on it, jumped in my car and ran home. By 3 pm it was about 84 degrees, and I couldn't resist taking to sunning in my backyard for the first time. And to think, 29 years ago on that day it was snowing. I love living in Savannah.

After my sunny nap, I headed inside to feed the pack and clean myself up for my birthday party. Some of the gals from the rescue were having a CPR Anniversary/Lisa's Birthday/Mardi Gras party. As always, it was good food and good fun. We watched American Idol and laughed at the kid from Savannah who thought he'd teach Simon a thing or two. The things teens will do for attention. By 11 pm, everyone was headed home, and I figured I might do that as well since I had to work the next morning. By 1 am I was finally in bed and ready to crash.

So what have I learned in my 29 years? That which doesn't kill me makes me stronger, Jesus forgives but I may not forget, and I will always be the baby in my family. Oh, and the dogs will always love me as long as I give them food, a good scratch behind the ears, and get up at 3 am to let them go potty.

Why My Weekends are a Blur

Most people look forward to the weekends as chance to have some downtime. I know better. My weekends are always chaotic, and I'm probably one of the few people who actually look forward to Monday. To give you a taste, let me fill you in on how my weekend went...

On Friday, I was up early with the puppers to prepare for career day at Jacob G. Smith Elementary at 9:15. I got everyone fed, out to potty, and back into their crates. I had stayed up late the night before to bathe Bailey as she was going to accompany me. I got in the car with her and got about 12 miles down the road when she went to the bathroom in her crate... something awful. This less than 10 pound puppy quickly made me have to roll all the windows down in my SUV even though it was raining. We made a pit stop at CVS where I scrounged in the car for the last puppy pad, paper towels, and plastic bag. We got back on the road and made it to the school. As I open up her crate door to take her out, she sneezed on me. It wasn't pretty, and I had to look under my seats for anything that might be used as a kleenex. I grabbed my cell phone and called one vet to cancel Bailey's appointment for shots - sick puppies don't need injections. I hung up and called our other vet near my house to ask for medication to be picked up on my way back home. We made it through the presentation, one hour with 60 kindergarteners.

After leaving the school, I had to go pick up my best friend to drop him off at the airport. I had a rescuer from South Carolina meeting me at that exit to hand off a 2-year-old Golden Retriever male that was coming into our rescue. I was over 30 minutes late picking up Bandit at 11:30, and what a sweetheart he is. We had made arrangements for him to be netuered at SNAC before he came over, however, he had developed a fascination with licking the area that had been taken from him. So I made another phone call to the vet to get an e-collar on the way home so he could heal properly.

We arrived at the vet around 12:15. I took Bandit with me to get fitted for his collar. It didn't go as easily as we had hoped, but we made it back home by 1 pm. I got into the house and let the two adults and three puppies out into the yard, then brought Bandit in and put him in his new crate. He hadn't mastered how not to run into things with the lampshade on his head, so he had to have help to get in the crate. I then let the other dogs in to do their sniffing thing, have an afternoon snack, and take a nap.

With everyone settled, it was now time to do some work. I went into the office and got into returning over 100 emails that had come in that morning, and set about prepping for our volunteer orientation on Saturday morning. I gathered the documents to take to Kinkos, let all the dogs out one more time, and headed out the door around 2:30.

First stop, Kinkos. I don't know why, but for some reason, I am always speaking a forign language when I go there. I don't think I'm asking for much, black and white copies, double sided, with a yellow cover and staples, yet there is always a look of "huh?" from whoever I get to take my order. I was even more impressed that he was jotting things down on a sticky note as opposed to putting the order in the computer. I even had the print out of the order from the last time I made it and offered it to him, but he did not need it, so he said. I was told my order would be ready by 8 pm. So rather than head all the way back home and into town again, I decided to pay a visit to our friendly Verizon guy as I hadn't annoyed him in about a month or two.

I'm not a big fan of cell phones, but it has become necessary in my work. However, this particular phone and I have not been able to get along since I got it several months ago when we switched our plans. We were needing to add a fourth line anyhow for our new foster coordinator, so I planned to give her my phone and get something else. It only took about an hour and was much less painful than when we first tried to sign up with Verizon, and Eric didn't seem the least bit phased by any of my requests. Apparently, it is really hard to find a cell phone that just sends and receives phone calls without all the other gadgets and whatnot.

It was only around 3 and I just didn't feel like going home, so I decided to do a little birthday shopping for myself. However, my mom called and wanted to do lunch, and I'm never one to turn down a free meal at Fiddler's. So we went and did the mommy/daughter thing. By then, it was almost 5:00, and I realized I wasn't going to make it to my work out on time in Richmond Hill, and I really wasn't in the mood anyhow, so I decided to go shoe shopping. I didn't find what I wanted, and that somehow propelled me to want to go get my haircut. I still haven't figured out the logic there either, but it took going to two malls before I found someone who would do it. And that in itself was an experience for another blog post.

So, around 7 I left the mall and headed back to Kinko's. Oh yeah, forgot to mention they called me twice because the guy didn't understand my order. Got my documents and remembered I had to get papertowels to clean up after puppies. A $60 shopping trip at Target and I was back home by 9:30. Ended the evening at home, surfing the net, and listening to puppy UFC going on in the kitchen.

Mornings always come early when you have puppies, and Maya prefers to be my 5 am alarm on Saturdays. So up it was, to let everyone out, put some food down, and take a nap before I had to be up and head to our volunteer orientation at 11. Our new best buddy Gary from Daniel Lumber came over at 9:30 to work on repairing our storage shed which holds all our supplies, crates and food. I left at 10 so I could stop and get breakfast for our new recruits. Four new volunteers showed for the class and my two leadership team members were actually late. Oh well. Just how we roll in the world of rescue.

We finished class at 2 pm and the three of us decided to head for lunch at Outback. Awesome food and good conversation. Afterwards, Ashley and I headed over to animal control to evaluate a puppy she saw online. We ended up staying there until almost 5 evaluating dogs and trying to make decisions. So we're getting two from there today.

I went home and took care of the puppies again and did some more work in the office. I was bored, so I called over to Wendy's and went there for dinner and a movie. By 10:30 I was tired and decided to head home. As soon as I walked in the door, my phone rang. One of our adopters with a heartworm positive dog was on the other end just bawling. We had her dog in for his first treatment earlier in the week, and he had just suddenly collapsed after getting off the couch. I talked to her for a minute, tried to reassure her, and told her to get to the ER vet and I'd meet her there. I let all my dogs out and back in again, and then I was on the road. By the time I arrived, King was already looking better. We were there about an hour, got some meds, and sent him home. I got back on the road and called my best friend to keep me awake until I got home.

Somehow, I have learned to function on very little sleep, and Maya seems to understand this as once again, she had me up at 5 am. Not very considerate if you ask me. I went through our normal routine, then went back to bed about 6. At 7, Bailey woke me up, and being in such a great mood, I kicked everyone out of the house and into the playyard and went back to bed. The phone rang at 11, I missed it, and returned the call a few moments later. I had forgot I was training our new foster coordinator that morning. I threw on some clothes, brushed my teeth, and negotiated my hair into some sort of position as to not bother me - what was supposed to be a low-maintenance haircut has really been more of a PITA. Lucky for me, Patsy is a quick learner, and was in and out in 30 minutes. I was finally ready to take a shower and get out the door with Maya to her adoption interview.

We arrived downtown about 1:30, once again 30 minutes late. But she's so cute, the family didn't mind. However, Maya is a big baby, and when their 8 year old Golden came to see her, she cowered and screamed. So, we were there for over an hour trying to get her to feel better about being in the same room with their dog. She gave lots of kisses and showed her belly for some lovin', and they were hooked. My little alarm clock will finally go home on Thursday morning.

As with most people on Super Bowl Sunday, I, too, had plans. However, due to dealing with people, returning emails, and chasing puppies around the yard, it was after 5 pm before I got to head to the first party with my parents out on Tybee. I did the obligatory patient and loyal daughter thing at the Shrine Club and American Legion, but as I'm not that really into football, I didn't much care for all the screaming at the TV. I kissed my parents goodbye and headed to a friend's house on Wilmington Island for a more intimate viewing with fellow animal lovers. We watched and rooted for the Giants and I went home a little before 11. The dogs know the routine, so out we were and back in again, and I was in bed, to be up at 6:30 as we had a spay day with SNAC at 7:30 am.

I returned from the pickup a little after 8 am this morning. I put all the dogs out, and went to sleep for an hour. I slept through my alarm until 11 am, so I am now two hours behind on my day. Technically, I'm only an hour and a half into my day, and already swamped with phone calls and emails. And I still have to go deal with the DMV to get my tag registered since they still haven't fixed all the info from my divorce four years ago. Maybe today isn't the Monday I was looking forward to. Wonder if I could go back to bed and try again next week.

Case Finally Closed, But Not Necessarily Resolved

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Sunrise from the News Room

Last month, I signed an agreement with WJCL/WTGS news stations here in Savannah for them to be the exclusive TV partner for Coastal Pet Rescue. What I didn't know was that I would become the stations' official pet expert. It's a great idea, and really helps the pets, but I've seen sunrise more in the last three weeks than I have the last three years. Funny enough, I'm finally using that first bachelor's degree.

Believe it or not, I did not plan to grow up and be a pet rescuer. According to my 8th grade yearbook, I was going to be a dolphin trainer at Sea World, and my high school scrapbooks says I was going to be a nature photographer for National Geographic. I went to school to pursue journalism, wanting to be a writer as I loved to write and had been published a few times already. Instead, I went the route of communication arts, being jaded by a not so favorite journalism professor my junior year at Georgia Southern University. I continued to write, mostly guest columns for the Tybee News and the Tybee Breeze.

Two years ago, I was sent to New York for an award I won from Jiffy Lube. I was put on a national satellite media tour, which meant that every three minutes I was doing live interviews in different cities around the country. The woman appearing with me, known as The Car Coach, told me I should consider going after CNN to be the pet reporter, that I had the poise, drive and knowledge (or at least could fake it). She turned me on to some great PR reference books, and from there, I learned how to best write press releases so media would run them. What has progressed since has been nothing short of amazing.

I've always considered Coastal Pet Rescue the underdog, or red-headed step-child, in our local community. We're new, we're overly diverse, and we don't get paid for our work. We are constantly looking to push limits and try something new, anything to make our mission work. I've been told I'm pushy and too direct, but I prefer to be called passionate and dedicated. And apparently, that was why WJCL/WTGS offered to partner with us as an exclusive TV partner, which means lots of early mornings for me.

So, here I sit in the newsroom, watching sunrise after having appeared on air from 5 to 7 am and waiting for the 8 am show to start. Mom and Dad would be so happy I'm finally getting something from that college tuition.

Saying Goodbye is Never Easy

Just a warning before you go further... today's post is not a happy subject, but a most necessary part of my job.

Two months ago, a white bundle of fur entered my home as a retiree. Cotton was a 10-year-old Husky/Corgi mix, who had spent the majority of life living on a chain, not truly knowing the joy and love of a full-time family. It took her three weeks to be comfortable enough to stay in the house, and we had her professionally groomed to make her pretty. We knew she had quite a few health issues, as the woman who saved her had veterinary care provided before her arrival to me. But of the two months, I watched as her energy levels dropped to zero, and I was forced to pick her up to go outside, and do the same to come back in. Her breathing became more labored, and her incontinence became more frequent. Her appetite became more finicky, and she barely acknowledge my petting her.

This morning, I decided we needed a veterinary consult. The determination was respiratory disease, possible liver disease, and a host of other issues. It was determined that the medicines may not improve the conditions and it was very doubtful they would prolong her life much further. We decided to put an end to her suffering and allow her to be in peace.

I held Cotton through her very last breath, and even longer after that. It is never easy to say goodbye, and we have to try and remember that as rescuers, we are charged to show more compassion and humanity than these animals had known previously. As I promised her savior that she would always have a home here, I made arrangements to have her cremated and her remains brought back to me.

Just a few moments ago, I finally picked up her food and water dishes and moved her bed to the laundry pile. I sat for a moment, holding the bed close to me, missing her so much already, and hoping she knows that even for a short time, she was very much loved.

Would you marry your pet?

I read this question on the SavannahNow message boards today. It is an interesting concept, but not now...

MarryYourPet.com came online back in 2003. With the divorce rates what they are (and Pet Rescue Barbie being among them), it might not seem like a bad idea. Let me examine my dog, DaVinci and what he gives me:

• Displays of affection without my asking.
  
• Always happy to see me.
  
• If I yell at him, he goes to the other room because he knows he is wrong, then will come apologize as soon as I get up to walk anywhere.
  
• Will wipe my tears anytime I cry.
  
• Brings me flowers (ok, so really it is all dead grass now, but it's the thought that counts).
  
• Does not scold me when I bring home another dog, and in fact, goes out of his way even more for my affection.
  
• Always treats my friends and guests with great friendliness and rarely makes a scene in public.
  
• Has the same taste in shoes that I do.
  

Well, even though there are lots of positives for just having a dog, I can't seem to give up hope of actually marrying a human male one day. Maybe Vinnie can give them a few pointers.

When You are Failed by Your Role Models

For as long as I can remember growing up on Tybee, Jack Kingston has always been our congressional representative. He's done so much for us, making sure our beaches survive with beach renourishment and working to keep our military bases open. He's good with the people, participating in local festivals, even donning a crazy costume as the Tybee Island Beach Bum King last year. Twice in my life he's presented me with honors, first my sophomore high school year when I won the national Propellor Club essay contest, and last year when Coastal Pet Rescue was named a Purina Rally to Rescue Ambassador of Excellence. I've always thought of Jack as a great friend of the community, but was deeply saddened when I found that he isn't much of a friend to animals.

Two months ago, I attended a day-long workshop by the Georgia Legal Professionals for Animals on Prosecuting Animal Cruelty. In one of the sessions, they talked about the need for animal welfare individuals to communicate with their representatives about the need for legislation to prevent incidents like the Michael Vick case. They then proceeded to tell us how our representatives voted for the national legislation Bush signed into law earlier this year... and Jack Kingston voted against. I was stunned. But today, for whatever reason, maybe because of my recent cases with Rusty and Lady and three Pitbull puppies, that I couldn't remain silent anymore. So, I decided to email Jack through his website. I'm sure many people will disagree with me, but my hope is that Jack Kingston and other representatives remember that although the pets they vote against protecting can't vote, the people who do care about them can.

Dear Congressman Kingston,

I have wrestled for the last two months about contacting you, but I now feel it is my duty to do so to make informed voting decisions.

Two months ago, I attended a day-long workshop on St. Simon's on Prosecuting Animal Cruelty. I was shocked when I found that you did not vote in support of national legislation to ban this abomination. Are you aware of the other illegal activities that accompany dogfighting, such as illegal gambling, drugs and interpersonal and gang violence? I have looked to you as a role model since our St. Michael's class trip to see you in DC in 1993. I had always thought of you as a person who wants to see greatness for his community. I was even greatly honored when you recognized my efforts for the animal welfare community in Savannah last year by having a flag flown for Coastal Pet Rescue. So why would you not support harsher penalties and ending these cruel sports?

Maybe dogs can't vote, but there are thousands of animal lovers in your district who can. I have already spoken at Magnolia Manor in Richmond Hill on the topic of dogfighting and your lack of support for the national bill. I have also spoken in smaller groups on Tybee about my displeasure. As the island residents regularly support my organization, I felt they should also know where their representatives stood in support of similar issues.

I would appreciate a response with your reasons for not supporting this legislation. I sincerely hope it is not a trend that will continue.

Remembering Pet Safety When Traveling

It's never easy when you lose a pet, but it's even harder when you realize the tragedy could have been prevented.

Last Friday night, a Chihuahua was killed in a car crash. She had been riding in the owner's lap when the air bag deployed and crushed her. How many of us have allowed our sweet, little pooches to travel this way? We never think it could happen to us, but this accident shows otherwise.

So, how do you travel safely with your pets? Here's a few ideas:

1. Seat belt restraint. Several manufacturers produce harnesses that will snap into your seatbelt buckles in your car. Petmate also makes special leashes that have the snap as well.

2. Use a pet gate. These gates sit behind the driver and passenger seats and keep active pets from jumping up front. They are great for SUVs.

3. Keep your pet in a carrier or crate while traveling. This is my preference. I use crates when transporting dogs from animal control or to the vet. I put a puppy pad on the bottom that helps for accident clean up, especially if a pup gets car sick.

4. Never let your pet ride in the back of a truck. In many areas, including Chatham County and Savannah, this is illegal, but also very dangerous. Animals can get thrown from the vehicle in a crash or jump out when stopped. If your pet must ride in the back of a truck, place them inside a strapped crate with adequate ventilation.

We are often tempted to make allowances for our pets that we would not do for our children. There are reasons they have safety laws including booster seats, and we should remember to keep our pets just as safe.

Rent a Pet for Busy Lives

This morning, I was watching the Early show on CBS, and they showcased a new business that allows people to rent a dog for hours up to seven days. The business is called FlexPetz, and get this: it costs members over $1,400 a year to be able to rent a dog whenever they want. The idea behind the program is to allow people who "love" dogs or desire their companionship but don't have the time to care for them full-time to at least get a chance to for a little while. The proprietor stresses that they get these animals from shelters, train them to socialize with anyone and everyone, and live in cageless daycare when they aren't in homes.

Unfreakinbelievable. How can this possibly be good for the dogs??? The nature of the human-animal bond will never be established here, and the dogs will bounce from one routine to the next, causing much stress on them. And what about health issues? If different people see this dog each week, who will be able to notice when something isn't right and the pup needs to see a vet?

Most of this week the media has spent saying how outrageous it was that a rescue agency would not allow a pet to live a happy life with a home that had children under 14. But this just irritates me. I know most would say it is better than them being euthanized in a shelter, but it should be about quality of life, not quantity.

There are so many other options to renting a dog. Become a foster parent for a couple weeks, volunteer your free hours at an animal shelter or rescue, or help out at community pet events. There are lots of ways to interact with pets without requiring a lifetime of responsibility and increasing stress of the pets.

Adoption Contracts Are Made to Prevent Heartbreaks, Not Cause Them

Contracts are supposed to be made to protect parties involved, but when contracts are broken, other people can be the ones to pay the price.

This week, Ellen DeGeneres replaced her usual humorous and witty opening monologue on her show with a plea to Mutts and Moms rescue to return a dog she adopted and then gave to another family. Per the adoption agreement between DeGeneres and Mutts and Moms, if the adoption did not work out, DeGeneres was to return the dog to the rescue, not give it away.

This is not an unusual clause in an adoption contract. This clause exists to reiterate to adopting families the commitment a pet needs from the family and also ensure that the animal has a better life than the one that landed him in the rescue.

Coastal Pet Rescue has a return and transfer of ownership clause in its contract that also requires families to return the pets to them if the adoption does not work. The organization has had a small number of returns, but always keeps the doors open for their rescued pets.

We try to follow up on our adoptions periodically. We use the follow ups to help us with enhancing our program as well as sharing adoption stories with others to encourage adoption. Only once can I recall being told a pet had been given away. We didn't ask to take the pet back, but to have the family's contact information to update the microchip. It was admitted to us then that the pet had been having massive behavior problems and the vet had recommended euthanasia, which they followed. There was really nothing more we could do; suing wouldn't bring the dog back, and it would only cause the family more pain. So we let it be.

In addition to a return policy, Coastal Pet Rescue's adoption contract has a reclaim policy that allows the organization to reclaim any dog if any part of the agreement is not upheld. In the last three years, we have only reclaimed two pets via the contract and are in the process of reclaiming a third.

Last Wednesday night, I received a phone call at 9:30 from another rescuer. She had been called by a neighbor that had found a stray dog. As luck would have it, he still had my ID tag on him. The rescuer knew me personally and called me directly. After calling one of my adoption coordinators at home to look up the adopter's information in our database, we determined the dog to be Rusty, a five-year-old golden cocker spaniel. I called the rescuer back and told her that I would pick Rusty up the next morning. She told me he was badly matted, but I really just had no idea.

My heart completely sank when I arrived at 8 am to pick up Rusty. I could smell him before I even saw him. He was matted head to toe, and I couldn't even move the collar he had on, which was the same one he had when we adopted him out back in February. I was crushed. I got Rusty in the car and composed myself, calling our vet to see if they could see me immediately. It was going to be an hour before they could work me in, so I headed home to get my digital camera and copies of the adoption contract, intending to go file neglect charges with animal control after we left the vet's office.

I walked into the vet with Rusty, as we had done when he was with us before. But this time, I just had so many tears, it was hard to talk. I got the usual, "Aw, is he a new rescue?" and heard the gasps when I explained that no, he had been adopted from us back in February and this was what they did to him.

We spent the next two hours trying to clean him up. The vet checked him over, and determined he had yeast infections in both ears and an eye infection. But there was a smell we couldn't determine. We thought it was just the feces that had gotten caught in his fur, but then I found what I thought was a small wound on his left ear. The vet got the shaver out and started to shave... and then we uncovered the mystery smell: a colony of maggots had taken up residence. I cried some more.

Photos can never tell you what it was like being in that room, Rusty on the table and muzzled, being handled by two techs and a vet trying to do the best they could for him. I was just incredibly sick, not from the smell or the sights, but knowing that someone who knew he was a rescue, knew he had not always had an easy life, manipulated us into thinking they would give him the same love and care we had been doing.

I had an animal control officer meet us at the vet's office. They took my documentation and took more photos. I was lucky it was an officer I had worked with when I worked at animal control, and he promised me that we would have a day in the court for her to be charged with neglect.

I got Rusty in the car and called our groomer, pleading to see if they could work him in that day. They were in shock as well when we arrived, and promised to do the best they could. Over three hours later, he was shaved down and ready to go home. They saved all the fur for me to use in my evidence... it weighs a couple pounds. Rusty felt like a new dog, being able to walk without all the weight and restriction from his fur that had matted together, being able to shake his head, and showing his happiness with his tail wags.

Rusty is now safe in another foster home where he is receiving five medications two to three times daily. He is getting along great with other dogs and eating up all the attention his foster home can give.

Adoption contracts usually provide provisions to ensure proper care of the pet, such as requiring the spaying or neutering if not already done, maintaining yearly innoculations, administering monthly heartworm preventative, and providing humane care at all times to include adequate exercise, food, water and shelter. It is sad that this seems to us to be such common sense, but is so hard to follow by others. But having this in our contract gives us one more reason we can demand legal ownership of Rusty from his adopter.

I see the Ellen DeGeneres situation as a learning experience for our organization. There is never an always right or always wrong answer to these types of situations. You have to evaluate them, learn from them, and adjust your procedures accordingly. And maybe people thinking about adoption will spend a little more time making sure it is a responsibility they can handle and that the pet is just the right match for their home, which is the reason we do applications and pre-adoption in-home interviews.

My heart goes out to all the parties involved in the Ellen situation. It's hard to explain to people why rescues are so protective of their pets. But it is hard not to be jaded when you see first hand the suffering these pets endure and overcome.

Just Another Day

Well, it's been awhile since I've had the time to blog for a bit, so let me catch you up...

I came back from Dallas in June and set about packing up my entire life to move. I didn't know where just yet, but had to be out by the end of July. I still had one more weekend workshop to attend in Atlanta, so things were just a bit chaotic. Oh, and I was in summer semester for school. Yes, that does get to be a bit much.

We broke our record for rescued dogs. We're at 107 now, with a few more on the way by the end of the weekend. Our trapping volunteers have kicked butt on our feral cat program, trapping and neutering over 180 cats since January. That's definitely something to be proud of.

So, back to the move... I did find a place and moved on July 27. Anyone who knows me knows I bought this place not for the small home, but the land for the animals. I did finally get air conditioning installed two weeks ago, and the new interior paint colors have changed this from the dungeon to the castle. I've been so fortunate to have great friends and CPR volunteers come over to help as well. With new lighting, some rugs, and professional carpet cleaning, it really is becoming a nice place to call home. My parents have been a huge help; I couldn't have even bought this without them. Dad has been by to cut the acre lawn twice now, and follows up to see how the painter is coming along. Mom calls about every other day to check on me, since I now live over an hour from them. I think she's excited as much as me about having a new place. I just love that I have a place that is mine.

We got two dog runs built in the back yard, thanks to a generous donor who saw our ad on Craigslist. We have new dog houses coming today that will help as well. While the runs aren't as ideal as foster homes, it has provided housing for us to bring home four dogs from animal control, saving them from euthanasia. The dogs seem really happy, including Ceasar, a Doberman I brought home on Tuesday. He's one of those that just sucked me in when I first met him. I couldn't stop thinking about him, trying to figure out where we could put him, if we could adopt him. His time was up, and I just couldn't say no. Of course, I have many tails of those... Ashleigh, a little six week old Shepherd mix that stole my heart with a simple kiss and bark... Lily and Ivy who climbed their cage to get my attention... and countless more.

Our annual Cruise for Critters is coming up this Sunday. I'm hard at work trying to procure soft drinks, waters and more food for our 80 guests. It's going to be a great event, and as always, one in which I can actually sit back and just enjoy.

This is also a big week for two of our sponsors. The New South Cafe had a ribbon cutting today for their grand opening of their express lunch room. I have no problem admitting that I pigged out on several of the dishes passed around. Tomorrow, I get to do it again as I attend the grand opening of the second location for The Wound Care Clinic in Pooler since TNSC is also catering their event. And it just so happens, we'll have their food on the cruise on Sunday as well!

Next week is shaping up to be pretty crazy as well. In addition to our spay day with SNAC on Monday, I have to attend a black tie affair on the 13th. Seems I was named to a Top Ten list for Working Women in Savannah. I'm in very good company, sharing the honor with my eWomenNetwork executive managing director Lisa Cree. My parents are accompanying me to the event, and I had to even go buy a special dress just for the occasion. So, I get to be a real Barbie for a night.

Oh, I forgot to mention I finally got my certification as a pet first aid and CPR instructor for the American Red Cross. I'll be teaching my second class on September 15th here in Savannah. I'm still a bit nervous as I get used to it, but I'm hopeful that I'll be a valuable asset to their organization.

School starts back for me on the 15th. I only have three classes this semester, and am set to graduate in January. I'm very excited and am considering starting on my masters next September. Anyone want to sponsor my student loans? :)

On the volunteer front, we're in need of folks for Pirate Fest on Tybee October 6th as well as our upcoming Home 4 the Holidays in November and December. We're also planning a microchip clinic in Port Wentworth for September 22nd, and a 5th anniversary gala for either February or April. We can always use more hands. Just tells us what you want to do, and we'll put you to work!