Yesterday was allegedly celebrated as "National Dog Day," so I posted a succession of photos on Facebook of pack members, past and present. Having written the book shown on the left, it shouldn't be a secret that I love animals. My dogs are all spoiled rotten, and they should be. All of them were rescued. Once upon a time, every one of our dogs and even the cat were homeless strays or abandoned, surrendered by former owners: purebred German Shepherds, a Dalmatian...and this list especially includes Blossom, the Maine Coon cat. In return, our pack have rewarded us with their stories. The majority of them came through our connections with our favorite "local" Humane Society, the Humane Society of Forsyth County. Lisa and I volunteered for that organization over a number of years fostering animals, working at adoption events, walking dogs at the shelter, helping raise funds, and doing anything we could that would save another life. The HSFC operates as a no-kill animal shelter, but has limited capacity. Please don't confuse the local Humane Society for animal control. When no kennel space or foster homes are available, animals to be surrendered must be turned away. In my opinion, no domesticated animal should ever be unwanted. For that reason, animal activists like my wife and me put magnets on our cars that preach messages like "Adopt, don't shop." Adoption from a shelter is a win/win situation, and even cheaper than taking a free dog from a neighbor. Don't believe me? Listen to this real world example: Sheba the German Shepherd was given to me as a "free" puppy -- but the … [Read more...]
Amazing Gracie’s terrible ordeal
In my book Always a Next One, I shared the story of how my wife and I came to rescue Gracie, a skittish little Norwegian Elk Hound pursued by a dedicated group of animal rescue volunteers for more than a month before someone finally caught up to her. Today, I'm going to tell you the story of an even more harrowing rescue attempt that happened only yesterday. This is Amazing Gracie. As this picture suggests, she's not a very big dog, perhaps slightly overweight for her size at around forty pounds. Of course, every member of our pack is special in their own right. But Gracie has endeared herself to the point she is the only dog in the pack with more than one nickname. She's also the baby of the pack. Depending on the circumstances, she has been called my sunshine because she brightens my day, our little butter bean because of her somewhat rotund body, the Chupacabra because of her feigned aggression at mealtime, and she's even been called snicker doodle, for some strange reason -- by me. I can't begin to explain how or why those words occasionally come out of my mouth when I'm talking to Gracie, so I won't even try. However, her whole body wiggles with joy when I say her name. How could anyone not love a dog that looks like a little grey German Shepherd and acts like she loves them with every fiber of her being? How could I help feeling a little more protective of her than I would, say, of a ninety pound German Shepherd who would eat you if you posed a threat to me, or my family? Compared to the mighty Ox or big, ferocious-sounding Shiloh, Gracie … [Read more...]
