Today was a tough day.
For starters, it began at 2:30 AM MDT. I couldn’t sleep, and I knew I had a pickup scheduled for early in the morning, so I loaded the fosters and off we went.
The first drop-off was a success.
Then we picked up the WEIMBUS and turned in the rental car. (It’s alive, and the crunchy noise is gone!!!)
Then we hit traffic.
We finally arrived in Orange; just 15 minutes after our mailbox closed for the weekend, so the SEVEN BOXES OF DOG FOOD (THANK YOU #teamCalWEAR!!!!! ) that was donated to us will have to be picked up another time.
And then we had an incident at a local meetup park.
A CalWEAR dog who had been “fine with other dogs” lashed out at a foster’s personal dog, and put a hole in her cheek. She’ll be okay, and the owner was VERY understanding, but – It’s a reminder that in rescue, we need to stay on alert and ALWAYS have our guard up. Always. Always. Always.
Now is a good time to remind everyone that in rescue, we work only with what we know. Dogs come to us with checkered histories at best. Some of them can go five months, three weeks, and six days, with no incident. And then BOOM. Someone gets clawed up, chomped on, or worse.
There’s a reason why dogs end up in rescue, and most of the the time, we discover that reason through our relationships with each dog. Not because of what a previous owner disclosed.
Rescuing a dog is NOBLE. But it’s not for everyone. Please, proceed with caution. Understand there’s probably a reason why the dog isn’t with his family. The question is: are the known imperfections (anxiety, extreme fear, excessive tumors, etc.) something you’re able to overcome? Are you comfortable knowing there’s a part of the story you’ll never get to hear?
Thankfully, after the incident, we had two more successful foster placements (thank you Macy!), and then headed to Gavilan Hills, CA to…
Actually, that’s not her name.
Ten days ago, a starving young girl walked up to Julie’s driveway, and huddled behind the trash bin. Julie fed her and she stayed.
Knowing she belonged to SOMEONE, because why would a purebred Weimaraner just “show up” in a hidden neighborhood, Julie had her scanned for a microchip.
The information was all there.
But here is how the listed owner answered the phone:
“Yeah, I had her. But I gave her away a year ago. No, I don’t know who I gave her to. No, I don’t want her back.”
So Julie called us.
And when we arrived, she told us about what a great dog Lola was. She’s housebroken. She’s crate trained. She’s easy going. She gets along with everyone. She’s grateful for food. She knows sit, down, wait, shake, and other paw. She’s not food possessive. She’s sweet. She’s velcro. She can leave anytime she wants, but she doesn’t.
We asked Julie to give her a new name. She didn’t respond to Lola anyway, and it’s not like the guy who named her cared about her.
So ZOEY thanked her temporary foster for giving her a safe place to stay, and then hopped in my car for her next journey.
Stay tuned… more tomorrow.
– Kim, exhausted bus driver