I'm tired of being nice.

These days of banning, and laws allowing excuses for a man to kill dogs I'm tired. I do not want to be nice and reasonable anymore. Apparently doing so doesn't get you heard. It gets you downright ignored. So no, I'm not going to say points I'm just going to belittle you into submission, and I make you see it my way.

There will be no if, ands, or butts.

That is how I felt all day.

Always on my Mind

Some days I wonder, how I'm going to put a rescue center together. With only my friends supporting because my parents tell me, "While noble you need a real job." But, how can I perform a real job when all I think about is  rescue. I think I have it figured out to where I can have a rescue be self staining while still being non-profit.

But, I need land to do it, and the more I think on it, the bigger my projects get. I think I've settled on a number of acres. But how do you even start? What do I do? I don't even know what I can do for now to push it a long. My mind races all the time with the how's and the what's. I work in a call center like place, and on the slow days I have notebooks which I keep at my desk to fill in my ideas about this, that, and the other thing. But my notebook is all dedicated to my rescue/dog park center. And my other notebook for my soon to be club.

But, there are days when my mind races and I get headaches and try to stop it from thinking so much. But when I do, that's when I ask myself, "How is this going to get started? With what money? Are you sure you can do this?" My mind fills with doubt. But my need to save animals keeps me at my sharing and cross sharing animals in need to find them homes.

It's the ones that stand out that make you realize you are needed and even though the road is hard, I can not and won't give up.

              To the family that didn't make it. I'm so sorry I could not save you. RIP.

Been a While

Since my last blog a lot has happened. Gotten sick, taken on two jobs, and starting to realize my dream of my own animal rescue. Even though I put in my two weeks at job number one, that doesn't mean my animal efforts will fail. Quite the contrary, they are alive and in full swing.

Today was an eye opener in a way of helping animals. I was talking to a manager about shelter pets and some of the worst shelters I've seen. He didn't know some animals are still gassed to death and how long they take to die, or about puppy mills. However, the real win was I explained to him that just by having a facebook, you could do more to help animals. He was in shock, to say the least.

But for my eye opener, it makes me sad, but a refresher for why I am doing this. I know what kind of animals I'm rescuing, the types of buildings I need, what/how I need to work it. But now, it's the "How in the world do I start?" Well, I know step one, getting the word out there of what I need to do. I already have friends willing to volunteer their time and donate money. But first, I need land, and lots of it.

Sometimes we have to start at the very bottom, but I need to try. For the furbabies.

                                      RIP Little ones. I'm sorry I could not save you.

                                                                   I failed you. 

Can a dream be, too big?

When I see animals in need or anything of the sort I hear my inner child. "We need to save them. We can't leave them there." And as I start to do something, my adult side starts up, "How can we help? We don't have any money, what's if he's sick? Where will he stay?" Sometimes I feel like I have a split personality. My inner child says, "What are you waiting for?" While my adult says, "Hold up."


I have a dream and with someone like me, that dream seems, too big. I want to do it, but, how? When you are little, people around you always say, "Live your dreams." "Dream big." "Never stop dreaming."


I have goals in life, but because they aren't sport related or making any money, my family shrugs it off. They tell me I need a real goal and that rescuing animals isn't a real goal, it's a hobby or for those who have money. I love my mother and my sister, and I know they are just trying to look out for me, but, I tell them time and time again, I'm fine but others are not. I do not have to worry that what I eat will be my last meal, or I'll be sleeping for the last time. But others do.


My dream is a couple of things. My main is making a rescue group dedicated to helping the momma's to be, or already momma dogs, cats, rabbits, and others from kill shelters. Making sure they are safe and healthy, and most of all, loved.


And the second is to build a dogpark like no other. A multiplex that has freestyle Frisbee, Flyball, Dock Diving, Agility, puppy time, dog time, senior time. Everything. I think it would be fun.


But, a girl that doesn't even have the money to buy a car, these dreams seem so far off and out of reach, I do not know how to even start. Where to go or who to turn to. I have friends that me how to see about getting started.


But, this will happen, I will make it happen. I do not know how, or even when, but it will.

  When I think my dreams can't or won't happen, I remember Momma. Momma has a sad but far to common story to her. As written by the good folks at Shelter Animals have Rights too, here is her story:


Look at MAMA's sweet face, look at how proud and happy she is of her pups.

This poor sweet dog had just given birth to healthy puppies on Thursday Oct 13th 2011, by 

October 18th 2011 she was dead.


All of her pups were rescued and bottle fed, but Momma didn't have a chance. She is 


reason why I need to do this rescue, she and so many others I see almost everyday either 


on Pet Pardons or in my own local shelter. This has to stop, and I'll make it stop. When your 


dreams feel like they are too big, it's the world telling me I must try harder.




And please remember to sign this. It'll help all the momma dogs and cats.


Petition for Momma's everywhere.


And if you have facebook, be sure to vist Shelter Animals have Rights too.


Sorry for the odd breaks in texts, but thank you for listening.

Sometimes it Just isn't Fair

My first post was full of happiness where my new life of hope and wonder was taking me. However, life reminds us just how cruel she can be. Not everything can be all Disney™ and roses. When you try and help animals in shelters and the stress rises you wonder why you do it. I do not know these dogs or cats or animals, but yet, I love them. As I share their stories, their lives, I pet my two dogs, so thankful they never have to know whether that meal or that treat, that night, is their last.


Sometimes, I do not find a life I could have saved until I look through the pets that didn't make section. I also see the pets that I advocated for, that I shared, that I hoped for, and sometimes even tried to help, there. I reread their story, their life and remember that some of them once knew love, knew hugs, knew kisses and a good meal.


However, not all of them are as lucky. Some are strays, living their life the only way they knew, how to survive. Some were abused, neglected, or chained their whole life. But the saddest cases are the ones that weren't around long enough to understand just what love is.


On their rest in peace page, they had no names. I named them Jake and Bobby. Nobody should ever die without a name. They were babies. Their description on age said young, but their eyes were still blue. They had been on this earth maybe no longer then a month when their lives were taken due to having no space at the shelter. I didn't see them when I did my sharing, and I know there is tons of animals posted daily, and yet, I still feel like I failed them.


Before I sleep tonight, I will finish crying and remember their faces. I will never forget them, Jake and Bobby. 

Little Jake, little Bobby, rest in peace and play to your hearts content at Rainbow Bridge.

Chip In!

This will go through Nov 10 then the money collected will go to Free Spirit Siberian Rescue.

Like a Puzzle

I've been thinking of doing a blog for a long time, but, I never knew what to write. Not until I started something new with my life. It isn't a new job, though I might get one and do two. It's not a change of house and home or family. This new thing came from something I already own and use, a lot.


I've always loved animals, but sometimes barely affording to pay my internet was an issue. And helping animals as everybody knows is hard on the pocketbook. Then I found out, while money is nice and helps, sometimes just talking to others works too. And when I learned that, everything just fell into place.


While people can share photos of dogs, cats, rabbits, horses, or whatever animal it is that needs our help we can do more. People find a spark that drives them, and I remember the moment I found mine. I will admit, since I own a husky and pitty mix, I am a little biased. Granted, I love them all and if I could save them all, I would. However, let me tell you my little story.


I do the whole sharing pictures of animals so they can gain exposure with the use of social networking. I do it everyday and cross my fingers that the ones I post get pardoned and have a second chance at life. Well, I came home from work and loaded up facebook, went to pet pardons and saw the most beautiful husky that was scheduled to be put down in four days. And that was when it hit me, maybe, maybe I can do more. I know it wouldn't be fair to ask a rescue group to just take a dog without any money, but I would cross that road when I came to it.


I started searching the web for Husky rescues and came across a few. And after seeing a video on the Free Spirit Husky Rescue site, I knew, just knew they could help. I didn't know what I was doing, so I sent an e-mail, then called. After no answer it hit me, they are on facebook and more then likely, they post everyday. So, after I found them I posted Kenzie's picture. I didn't get a response from anybody, no likes, no comments. I was worried that I had failed her. I also posted a pure white Husky as well, named Sammy. I would keep the pages up and refresh daily and watch the numbers in the box tick down.


After I woke up the day after it hit one, I didn't refresh the page, mostly afraid of what it would say for both of the dogs. So, I checked my e-mail and lone and behold I got two messages from Pet Pardons. Kenzie and Sammy were pardoned. I rarely cry, and when I do, it's usually tears of sadness and regret. This day was the first day in my whole life that I cried tears of joy. And when I saw the name of the rescue that pulled out Kenzie I was in shock. Kenzie was pulled by Free Spirit. So, I went to their page and on their photo album was a picture of her. Sammy was taken by All Creature Rescue, however, all that mattered to me was, he was also safe.


From that day forward and still continuing, I take two out of the five I share and give it my all. If I didn't have to work, I would give my full attention to all of them. Reality hates me sometimes. Maybe one day, I'll be able to juggle three or four, but it gets stressful. Maybe one day I'll get to meet at least one of the animals I saved, but until then I'm quite content just knowing that their next meal will not be their last. 


My mother always says, "You can't save them all." Nowadays there is only one way I respond, "That doesn't mean I won't try."