I have always had a soft spot in my heart for animals, but I especially love dogs. I've always thrown a few bucks to a few different places to help with unwanted pets and helped where and when I could. Due to working full time, going to school and dealing with daily life I never had the chance to get involved with foster/rescue.
We have recently started helping one of the local rescues and adoption days are typically held on Sundays. Sunday just used to be another day -- now it's a day I can't wait for. I get to spend 4-5 hours loving on these babies and help with finding them a good home. I guess to simply put it I never realized how rewarding helping out with rescue would be.
The first time I helped out I adopted out a boy (and my husband said I was gloating for the rest of the day) who had lived his entire life (7 years) in a wire crate. He had never walked on pavement, grass, etc. He had scars from his wire crate that he got from keeping his nose and feet in between the bars trying to get out. A couple took him home to see how things would work out and they ended up keeping him. They dropped by to visit today and see the new dogs. He is now living the spoiled life he deseved and loving every minute of it.
Not really sure why I typed this out -- was just sitting here holding the new foster we brought home and thinking about how sweet she is and trying to understand out how someone can just take a their dog who has loved them uncoditionally to the shelter and say, "I don't want her anymore" and walk away with a second thought.
I'm done babbling now...
We have recently started helping one of the local rescues and adoption days are typically held on Sundays. Sunday just used to be another day -- now it's a day I can't wait for. I get to spend 4-5 hours loving on these babies and help with finding them a good home. I guess to simply put it I never realized how rewarding helping out with rescue would be.
The first time I helped out I adopted out a boy (and my husband said I was gloating for the rest of the day) who had lived his entire life (7 years) in a wire crate. He had never walked on pavement, grass, etc. He had scars from his wire crate that he got from keeping his nose and feet in between the bars trying to get out. A couple took him home to see how things would work out and they ended up keeping him. They dropped by to visit today and see the new dogs. He is now living the spoiled life he deseved and loving every minute of it.
Not really sure why I typed this out -- was just sitting here holding the new foster we brought home and thinking about how sweet she is and trying to understand out how someone can just take a their dog who has loved them uncoditionally to the shelter and say, "I don't want her anymore" and walk away with a second thought.
I'm done babbling now...