The very first short story I wrote about animal rescue and fostering dogs was about Trooper, a little yellow dog once struck by a car and left for dead. He became one of the many animals my wife and I fostered during our tenure with the Humane Society of Forsyth County, when he had recovered well enough to leave the veterinary hospital. Whenever someone says that they couldn't foster a dog or cat because they are afraid of becoming too attached, I often think of Trooper. My wife and I would have loved to have kept him, but he was a very desirable dog that proved easy to place in the perfect "forever" home where he wouldn't have to compete with the pack for attention. Trooper is the reason why my book was named Always a Next One: true stories of dog fostering. If we had adopted him, we couldn't have fostered Bessie the Basset Hound or any of the other dogs that followed Trooper. Only by helping good dogs like Trooper and Bessie go to the right homes, perfect homes for them, were we able to help save even more animals. It was easy to become attached to the fosters, and not as easy to let them go. I'd be lying if I said otherwise. We fostered Pancho for over a year before the perfect home for him came along. I grew very attached to him. Unlike Trooper, Pancho had people issues and wouldn't easily fit into just any home. When the perfect home for him finally came along, it would have been wrong for me to keep Pancho. If we hadn't let go of Pancho, we might not have had space for Trooper during his recovery. There was a great reward for having that … [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...]
Shiloh’s Accident
Our dog Shiloh might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but we love him dearly. He's the goofball of our pack, a giant galoot of a German Shepherd with a staggering number of genetic defects due to unscrupulous overbreeding. He looks ferocious and his bark is intimidating, but the image he projects is in stark contrast with his sweet and gentle personality. Shiloh suffers from several physical maladies, but never acts like he’s in pain. He’s one tough cookie. We keep him as healthy as possible. We watch his weight and give him regular exercise in walks. True, not everybody would put up with his quirks and eccentric behavior. Shiloh’s powerful bark rattles the windows of our house daily at the crack of dawn, alerting us of the onset of morning traffic… especially motorcycles and school buses. He barks at cars, trucks, joggers, clouds, and butterflies — anything on the move, because he always wants to go along for the ride. This is the other story just added to the revised Always a Next One. Shiloh’s accident My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the open fence gate. The exterminator had visited earlier in the day and apparently he hadn’t closed the gate well enough when he left our backyard. I rushed back inside the house to do a quick head count. I checked every corner of every room with a rising dread in the pit of my stomach. Three of our dogs were missing. The timing of their escape couldn’t have been worse. It was approaching the late afternoon rush hour, and we live near a busy road. I shouted for my son Matt, who happened to be home on a … [Read more...]
Runaway Rusty
We decided to add just a couple of stories to my book Always a Next One. We replaced the preview chapter of Coastal Empire at the back of the book with a little more content while we were adding pictures of the dogs to the e-book version. These two additional stories are dedicated to Jennie Attaway, for inspiring me to write them. This one is called Runaway Rusty... Usually, we humans decide to adopt a dog. But sometimes, it works the other way around. Rusty had experienced a rough life before he came to our house for rescue and rehabilitation. After spending several weeks camped at my wife’s feet, he picked up on what life was like for the rest of our pack. When it came time for his adoption, Rusty had obviously developed his own ideas about where his perfect forever home might be. “Rusty was returned again,” Lisa said. “What did he do this time?” I asked, not terribly surprised. “The woman who adopted him complained that he kept running away,” Lisa said. “She said every time she walked out the front door, he’d make a run for it. She’s tired of chasing him all over her neighborhood.” “Rusty?” I asked incredulously. That didn’t sound like him at all. “When will you bring him back here?” “When I go to the shelter on Thursday.” And so it was settled. It wasn’t Rusty’s first time through our revolving door. The older but beautiful black-and-tan collie had fostered with us more than once since his original owner surrendered him back the shelter. The woman who had adopted Rusty from the shelter as a puppy returned him after six years with … [Read more...]
