Saturday, September 17, 2005

Busy Saturday

Today we went to a Dalmatian picnic...and there were spots everywhere! It was too much fun! Our rescue's director lives on five fenced acres and her home is VERY doggy friendly. So we took our Beau and made the drive to go play with the other spotties. He loved it! And he was so well behaved, I was so proud of him. I'll post pictures of the group in front of the fire engine we had loaned for the occasion (yes...Dalmatians and fire engines...we ARE too cute).

It was strange to see one lady in particular. She helped us transport our foster Dalmatian, Deja Vu, the weekend Alex was, unbeknownst to me, dying in my belly. She was very kind and asked how I am doing...and then let me talk about dog stuff. I like her. Seeing her, though, brought up a whole host of memories and I'm sure I'll have nightmares tonight.

We also picked up a new foster dog...Orbit. He's a doll and I'll post pictures very soon. He just finished his heartworm treatment period and is recovering from a gun shot wound to his hind end. I will never understand how or why someone would shoot such a beautiful creature...but that's a soapbox for another day. I can't wait to play with him and watch him get rid of that kennel dog lost look.

On the way home, we helped transport an American Brittany Spaniel to rescue. He was cute...but needed a bath (boy, did he smell!).

I'm tired. I'm not as young as I used to be. :o)

2 comments:

Jillian said...

Poor Orbit:( Who the hell does something like that? It's not even like he was likely to die quickly but go through a torturous death. I mean there is reprehensible and then there is reprehensible AND evil. That poor, poor animal. I wonder if he knows how lucky he is now?

Anonymous said...

Hey - I thought you weren't fostering any more?? That didn't take long :) Poor Orbit - he is in fantastic hands now!

As for the memories..... I would bet it will be a long time before you aren't running into someone who still doesn't know or that you haven't had a chance to 'talk' to about it in some way or another. I don't say that to be mean in any sense. *hugs*

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