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!

But I'm Just One Woman

Two weeks ago, I embarked on a great journey to Texas, a place I had never been to share a week with people I've never met. I figured I'd be the only animal rescue person, but was so thrilled to meet some fellow over-achievers. These women are amazing, giving of themselves for others. I was overwhelmed at some of the live experiences - spending two years in Kenya, growing up in Pakistan, working with battered women, becoming entreprenuers in their early 20s - I couldn't see what in the world I was doing there amongst them. But for five days, I was part of an elite and very well admired sorority. I avoided them in college, knowing that I had nothing in common with the ladies enrolled in such, and I have never done well with having other people tell me what to do, when, where and who with. But for five days, I walked around with a big badge of honor, smiling every time another conference attendee would say "wow, we are amazed by all that you all do."

But it wasn't all play. No, this beach bum gave in to peer pressure and gussied up a bit for the gala evening. For one night, I traded my flip flops, shorts and tank top for a little black dress, sparkling jewels, and rhinestone high heels. For one night, Pet Rescue Barbie was just Barbie. I felt like I was in a Miss America pagent. We even had a rehearsal where we got instructions on how to stand, smile, turn, and hold the award if we were the winner. It went so quickly. I didn't win, and my heart sank a little, but I took pride in knowing the company in which I was being associated.

While I could go on and on about the week, I will save that for another time. What I learned most about this weekend is that I am just one woman, and I can make a difference. I was amazed at the number of business women who would marvel when they read my tag saying I was with Coastal Pet Rescue. I had offers of radio interviews, talks with magazine publishers, and hugs from some of the major speakers at the event. What I do, while it may go unnoticed on a local level, really does impress people elsewhere.

I try to set the example for our volunteers, and I feel like it is working. We have a group of sincerely dedicated volunteers, and new people are joining us each week. Just this past Friday, we rescued our 84th and 85th dogs of the year. I still can't wrap my mind around it; we only had 70 all of last year.

So what is this one woman to do next? I couldn't hold my head high as a part of this new sorority without working harder to increase our successes. So, my hope is to close on new property within the next two weeks where I can start a small rehab facility for our pets. The place is an excellent candidate for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, but I will make it work for the dogs and me. But I take so much comfort in knowing I won't have to go it alone. Several volunteers have offered their services, from packing and cleaning the old place to helping with the new one. I'm hopeful that this will grow strong and make an even larger impact in our community than we have before.

So yes, I may be just one woman, but I am one woman with the support of many others and who has a very hard time taking "No" for an answer.