We lost a great comedian, a terrifying disease is running rampant in West Africa, and a journalist has been brutally murdered by Islamic extremists as Ferguson, Missouri continues to erupt in the aftermath of a racially-motivated killing of an unarmed young man.
On a personal front, my heart still sinks a little every time I become aware of the emptiness that was once occupied by Lamar, my circle-wagging, shrill-barking, velvety little man of possibly Anatolian ancestry. How is it possible for the last of my New Mexico Brown Dogs to be gone?
Times like this, I'm not really sure how to stay hopeful and engaged, and not succumb to apathy. Except for one thing: there is always another dog to foster.
I'm not saying that my relationship to dog fostering is a prime example of psychological health and balance. In fact, I'll freely admit that foster dogs are to me as coffee, cigarettes, binge drinking and crack cocaine are to other people.
When times are tough, reach for the foster dog and worry about the consequences later.
Which is what I did. This is Daria!
Daria is as wiggly, affectionate, cuddly, and loving as you'd expect from an addiction-satisfying controlled-substance-like foster dog.
She is also deaf, and was very worried in the shelter. Her serious, knit-browed profile images have not been getting much adopter attention.
Let's spif up that profile of yours, girlfriend! Let's see if we can get you to smile.
I love your attitude and your approach to surviving the times we live in.ReplyDelete
Great attitude indeed, play bows,ReplyDelete
As addictions go, you could do worse.ReplyDelete
Good luck on making Daria smile. I think you'll enjoy having a deaf dog. It will give you a whole new way to think about communicating.
So sweet! We love your attitude as well! Not sure what mom would do without us pups!!ReplyDelete
I'll take a swig of that!!ReplyDelete
Hi Kirsten, my angel uncle Wupper was deaf too. Right from the start my mom thought there was something odd about this one. Anyways, my mom and dad took him to the vet and yup, Wupper was deaf. The vet called the pet store (yeah, yeah but someone had to buy him and it might as well be my mom and dad). Well, my mom and dad took Wupper back to the pet store, the pet store said that they'd take Wupper and send him back to the breeder but my dad said how about a discount? Well, they reduced the price significantly and my mom and dad kept Wupper. But really, they would have kept Wupper regardless, but who doesn't like a deal? Pays for some food and vet bills. Don't forget, we still have cold beer and stuff waiting up here for you. Woofs Kirsten. Good luck with foster.ReplyDelete
It is sad times these days but it seems that people around me get nicer and nicer..neighbors, strangers and people in service and retail. Maybe everyone is taking life and freedoms a little less for granted and thinking about helping each other even if we can't help the whole world. At least that's what I try to do! And yes, the dogs help too:)ReplyDelete
Great to see how much fostering gives you. Thanks for reminding me to find things to help ease the pain of life.ReplyDelete
You're amazing, I hope you know that! I'm squeeze Zilla just a little bit tighter when I get home from work today. I'm so grateful for foster parents like you two!! <3ReplyDelete
If anyone can get her to smile, my money is on you.ReplyDelete
I totally agree with you--it's become such a scary and sad world, on the one hand, though I also agree with Rachel (from My Two Pitties) that kindness, awareness, and love are growing stronger and spreading. Namaste, my sister :)ReplyDelete