Expo Time!

What a beautiful weekend it was here in Northeast Indiana. On Saturday the sun was shining, birds were singing and what seemed like the entire neighborhood was outside doing yard work. Sunday was warm but overcast and that lead to rain which lead to good nap taking weather.

 

I actually didn’t do either thing on either day because it was time once again for the Northern Indiana Pet Expo and as is my custom, I worked volunteered both days. Each year rescues and shelters bring adoptable animals and vendors bring their wares and we immerse ourselves in All! Things! Pet! for the weekend. (Because we clearly aren’t about All! Things! Pet! the majority of the time.)  

 

This year was a bit different because for the first year I split my time between two organizations rather than dedicating the entire weekend to one.  On Saturday I spent the day with the adorable handful of love named Benson who became also known as Benny Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo. (Recommend that his be said in your best Kate Hudson voice.)

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Benson

The rap on him was that he was a handful, but staff had been working really hard with him on his manners and it really showed. He was a delightful companion who is probably resting comfortably on his own sofa right about now.

 

Recently, after a bit of soul-searching, I wondered to myself why I wasn’t involved with the local Pit Bull Coalition after all I live with and love Pit Bull-type dogs and am committed to helping them, so what was I waiting for? The truth is, the Coalition has had its ups and downs and until I met one of the Board Members on a Pack walk, I wasn’t sure how the mission was being carried out. After learning more and going through the interview process, I’m pretty proud to say that I am a new Volunteer and Board Member of the Fort Wayne Pit Bull Coalition. As such, I worked at the Coalition booth on Sunday where we hosted the rambunctious but polite Titan (whom I’ve met and transported already)

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Titan

and the very sweet and slightly shy Bug-A-Boo (with whom I clicked immediately).

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Bug-a–Boo

I was bemused at how many people mistook Benson and Titan for Julius and Boo for Ray. Both received applications and will hopefully be in their forever homes soon as the waiting list for those waiting fosters in rescue goes on and on. In the meantime we do what we can for as many as we can. 

We hope your weekend was just as awesome.

 

 

Peace

Before we even had Ray and I was planning this blog, it was my hope that the kitties would welcome their new canine companion as much as they loved their previous dog, Bam Bam who had passed a few years previously. It was with that hope that the name of the blog came to me A Peace-a-bull Assembly.

  

Success.

The Right Decision

So, officially about two weeks in our new home and we are all settling in nicely.  Julius has a big privacy-fenced yard in which to play and explore without the hassle of trying to police the neighborhood and Ray has the same yard which allows him to roam and explore.  The yard is completely encompassed by raised beds of one sort or another which will be going away, but in the meantime, Ray has chosen the only one that has blooming flowers in which to sun bathe.  I don’t mind, I just wish I could snap a picture of him doing his Ferdinand impression, but it’s enough that he’s happy.

While we felt our last house was move in ready (apart from the 24 windows, furnace, air, and roof that we replaced) this house came with a very long list.  I’m not even going to call it a honey-dew list because of the extent. We got the majority of the rooms stripped of wall paper and painted and a lot of flooring redone but there is just so much more to do.

Kitchen before

Kitchen before

While I wouldn’t call the kitchen done by any stretch of the imagination, it is already 100% better, so this will be the kitchen “interim” picture.

Kitchen interim

Kitchen interim

Once I got everything a “home,” there is less clutter on the countertops but I’m still trying to figure out where everything goes.

As for everything else, we have some things up popping in the hopper, so we’ll be updating more often now that our internet is back (yay).

Moving. Again.

It’s so hard to get back to writing after an absence. I feel like there are too many topics that have been left to mull over in my head and the act of sorting them is just paralyzing and daunting. What are the big things that have happened and are they noteworthy enough to write about? What are the silly things and should we write about those? Well, rather than worry about the “right” post, we’ll talk about the “right now.”

So, a full month has passed since my “Meh” post and my evening of wallow after which I picked myself up, bought shoes, wine and got on with life. In the wake of our trip to Utah, several things happened very quickly. Our first thoughts while out West-and upon returning-were that we were going to sell the house, pack up and move to Kanab. Yep, jumping in with both feet, I tell you.
When our jets finally cooled and calmer, less passionate heads prevailed, we knew it would be best to shelf that idea for, oh maybe a decade or so.

But, hey, while we’re talking about packing up and moving a mere sixteen months after having just done it, let’s look at some ranch-style homes to alleviate the up and down the stairs situation. So on February 10th we looked at two homes, ranches on basements which needed way too much work which we rejected, and scheduled a showing at another home on the 11th. I was originally opposed to looking at the third home. It was less than a mile away from our current home and it just made the whole process seem too ridiculous. This home would probably end up being a comp to our current home. Nevertheless, we toured the house on Wednesday and wouldn’t you know, we both agreed that we wanted to make an offer. That’s right, folks, just two weeks after returning from Utah, we basically bought a new house.

After very minimal negotiating, our offer was accepted and the following Monday while we were meeting with our mortgage guy, our current house listing went “live” and by the time we left his office, we had our first showing scheduled for that evening! Considering we had our (other) former house on the market on and off for nearly three years, to say we were blown away would be an understatement. We ended up having that showing Monday evening, another on Tuesday evening, two on Thursday and two on Saturday. Saturday’s were very interesting as one was put on the schedule very early in the week but the other? On Friday, Kevin noticed a vanful of people “stalking” the house-driving by slowly, stopping and pointing, circling the block and the whole nine yards. About an hour later, they scheduled the other Saturday showing , but they scheduled themselves to be ahead of the existing couple.

Now, I’m going to venture to guess that anyone reading this has or had dogs and if you’ve had your house on the market at all you probably know about the showing dance. For us, keeping the house that ready for the week was nerve-wracking enough but then I’d have to load both dogs into the Pittie van and figure out where to go and what to do while we waited and if they happened to feel they were missing out on a great bye-bye opportunity, we’d have to take a bonus walk just to get them back out of the van. Luckily for us, one of the Saturday families made an offer and we were able to cancel Sunday’s Open House and the showings scheduled for Sunday and Monday.

So yeah, we’re moving from our perfectly painted move-in ready home to a slightly smaller home with way fewer stairs for Ray and I to have to deal with. We closed on the new house on March 16th and have had worker bees in stripping wall paper (goodbye burgundy and forest green) and doing flooring ever since.

Painters are finishing up at the new house while the movers are loading up the old. Drama.

He Ain’t Simple, He’s My Brother

Sometimes I think that Julius, specifically came along just for Ray.  They are the perfect yin to the other’s yang and while they occasionally annoy each other like brother do, they also definitely love each other.

Take the other day.  While both boys respect the baby gates in the house (we just lean them against the doorways and they’re like kryptonite) Julius has absolutely no problem at all buffalo-ing his way through a closed or partially closed door.  Ray will not open a door so the other morning as I was off to take a shower, I left Julius lying in bed with Kevin and Ray was downstairs, so imagine my surprise when after my shower, I found both dogs on the bed!  I knew the door had been mostly closed and that Kevin wouldn’t have gotten out of bed but according to Kevin, Ray came up the stairs and sat outside the door whining.  Hearing that, Julius jumped off the bed, repeatedly nudged his big jughead in the door until it opened and once his brother was in, jumped back up on the bed.

Brotherly love.

 

As a side note, we are sending out as much love as possible to a brother from another mother, Melvin. 

Guest Post-

Quite a few months ago my friend, Lisa, and I were talking about her orientation at Animal Care and Control and about how even people who know that pet homelessness is a problem don’t quite grasp it like those who work “in the trenches” do.  I asked her to write about her thoughts and to be honest, I’ve held this for a few too many days hoping I could make a series out of it, but earlier this week Ray the Victory Dog and his mom had a very good post about just the same topic, so I thought now was as good a time as any.

 

I have volunteered with many animal welfare organizations through the years, worked for a spay/neuter clinic and a Veterinarians office. I have had a behind the scenes view at how all of these different entities work and the hardest thing for me to understand is how a lot of these organizations work against each other. One of the greatest divisions is in the words used to describe a shelter as “kill”, “no kill”, “high kill” etc. These words aren’t only misleading, but immediately label a shelter as good or bad. I prefer that we distinguish the shelters as “open admission” and “limited admission”.

 Open admission shelters are usually what people refer to as “kill” shelters. These are typically the government Animal Care and Controls or Humane Societies. Open admission shelters cannot refuse any animal brought to them. This means that every dog, cat, gerbil, rabbit, snake, goat, pig, cow or alligator.  My local Animal Care and Control is a public safety department and they are assigned the task of euthanizing for the city

“Limited Admissions shelters that pick and choose the pets they admit may sometimes refer to themselves as “no-kill” shelters, because they are not taking in the animals that are being euthanized in their community. However, in every community there are a number of pets (approx. 25% of the pet population in any community) that will NOT be candidates for re-homing due to major medical issues or aggression. So those “no-kill” shelters are simply shifting the euthanasia of animals in their community to another entity.” (Humane Society of Mississippi) Limited admission shelters are typically your non-profit or breed specific organizations. These shelters work solely on public donations and grants.

An equally important organization in the animal welfare community is the local, low cost Spay/Neuter clinic. These organizations are usually non-profits operating on donations, government and private grants. I feel that a spay/neuter clinic is the single most effective tool in raising live release rates (the amount of animals that make it out of a shelter) in a community. Communities without access to these low cost clinics have a difficult time raising their release rates.

My city, which has a population of approximately 256,000, has an average of 53 (last year’s stats of almost 12,000 take in) animals taken to Animal Care and Control every day. At my orientation it was put to us like this. If I dropped off 7 animals at your house tomorrow and asked you to find homes for them, how long do you think that would take? What if I dropped off 7 every day for the rest of your life? How well do you think you would do? The intake numbers were even down from prior years and those numbers have been close to 19,000 intake. This is one shelter is a small city. These numbers don’t include the other thousands that are in various rescues throughout the city. The amount of animals in need dramatically surpasses the availability of homes.

So let’s address the Elephant in every circle and every room of every rescue and shelter, the euthanasia of millions of animals every year in this country. We euthanize animals at an alarming rate because irresponsible people breed, discard, abuse and relinquish every day.  How do we change these statistics and why aren’t we working together to do so?

 There seems to be a huge division within the animal welfare community as to who the good guys and bad guys are. I’ve heard people say that they would never volunteer at a shelter that euthanizes because they think that it is a horrible thing to do to animals. I have seen small shelters essentially flip dogs and cats for profit and notability with little regard to the actual animal. I have also heard the heart wrenching decision made to euthanize a dog because he bit someone, most likely out of fear.

Why the division? I have theories that range from greed to prestige to ego. First of all, there are a lot of people that work/volunteer in rescue because they want to be acknowledged, not because they truly care. There is a mad dash for fund raising and anyone that “takes” money out of your hand is your enemy. There are people that like to feel righteous about their organization and spread rumors about others. There are even rescues that are in it for the money and lie to people about the money spent on care and lie about how many animals are even in the rescue. Veterinarians spread lies about inadequate care and safety to scare clients away from the low cost spay/neuter clinics because they think they are losing money. Humans are hopelessly flawed.

What can we do to change this and reach what should be our true goal, no more homeless animals? We can take the lead from my city where our local Animal Care and Control, SPCA and spay/neuter clinic work as a coalition to save animals. We have introduced a TNR (trap and release) Community cat program that has raised the live release rate by 100% (plus) while ensuring that future litters are not being born. The local SPCA pulls adoptable dogs and cats from the city shelter opening up more space. Both shelters give information to the public about spay/neuter/vaccines at our low cost clinics. All three of these organizations support each other to reach the common goal.

I had become disheartened this past year about the work that was being done locally. I felt that not enough was being done to find homes for the local animals and simultaneously felt that animals were practically being given away to anyone asking.  I had to come to the realization that the demand is so high that sometimes the shelters have to decide to give people a chance or risk that the dog/cat will not be placed. Should we give them the less than perfect home or no home at all? I thought that a lot of these homes were less than ideal in my mind. I was judging too harshly. I realized that on paper, I might not look that great either.

I decided to focus on the good. Look at the number of homes being found. Look at the amount of dedicated volunteers that come in every week to help. Look at the employees that have back and heart breaking jobs, but show up anyway. Look at those faces as they leave the shelter and hop in that car.

If you are a volunteer or animal welfare worker, I ask you to do the same. Show respect for your fellow shelters. Be grateful for the help, discounts and goods provided through the community. Choose your words carefully when speaking about open admission or limited admission shelters. Acknowledge the difficult decisions that have to be made and respect the fact that you aren’t entitled to an explanation. Work hard because it isn’t about you, it is about that innocent life that relies on you to do the right thing.

Many thanks to Lisa Reyes for sharing her thoughts and for letting me publish them.

Gratitude

Despite the fact that I’ve been a blogger for years upon years, I rarely write about what I would consider to be “woe is me” posts. True, I was feeling blue and mostly disappointed in myself. I knew that I didn’t interview effectively and I let myself down. 

What I counted on and got was support and some great pep talks from our online community and for that I’d like thank each and every one of you. My cup runneth over, merci.

I’m not letting any grass grow under my feet, so I’m already looking to the next endeavor or two and will keep you posted. In the meantime a little wine and retail therapy also helped. 



Meh.

When I didn’t get the call during the day, I knew I’d be getting the “other call” after work. I didn’t get a job I had been interviewing for and hoping for. A dream job. A job in which I could make a difference. Every. Single. Day. I didn’t get it and we were out of wallow-in-self-pity-wine.

 

Ever since returning from Utah, I knew that while I love my Volunteer life, I should be doing more. I currently work for a (very large) company that encourages giving back and supports me in supporting the SPCA, but I just feel like I could and must do more. I will do more. In the meantime, I’ve had my evening of wallowing in disappointment in myself and now I will brush myself off and though I’m still hurting, I will push on.

 

Everything happens for a reason.  Right?

Fulfilled

Ah, Valentine’s Day. My awareness of the impending holiday was mostly limited to a notification of the Valentine’s Day hashtag trending and remembering that Julius was scheduled to attend the Valentine’s Day festivities at daycare. I was vaguely aware that I should probably write a blog post for the week and toyed with some ideas that were really just too lame to expand upon.

 

The hubby and I went out to dinner last night to what could qualify as a romantic dinner since he’ll be out of town for most of the weekend, but truth be told, I’m not that romantically inclined anyway so what might be a good topic for today? Dogs, of course, or adoptions and adopting love etc. could be a topic but I just wasn’t feeling it until some inspiration arrived in my text messages.

 

My daughter flew down to Texas yesterday to visit her husband who is stationed at Fort Hood. They are newlyweds and as yet are still living in different states (long story) and their time together is always precious and short. So what did they decide to do today?

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They decided to volunteer at the local shelter. That moment when you know you did something right.

The Meet-Ups

Certainly not the least part of the trip is the people you meet along the path of life in one capacity or another so as a huge part of #TheBigTrip, I wanted to make sure we could meet up with several people along the way.  “Friends I’ve known for a long time but haven’t yet met” is how I like to refer to them.

Meet Up One

We flew into Phoenix-Mesa Gateway on Wednesday afternoon and that evening we were fortunate to meet up with one of my favorite (former) bloggers, Instagram Diva, Rescue Warrior and Dog Mama all rolled into one.  As soon as I suspected knew that we’d be flying into Phoenix I messaged to set the stage for a possible meet up with Emily, Jay and hopefully Mercy Pi the cutest little thing this side of the Rockies.

Luckily the stars aligned and after just a few snags we were able to meet at Beer World in Tempe where we enjoyed some yummy brews, a pretzel the size of your head and a conversation that was so instantly easy it’s as if we had been friends for reals forever.

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Dog people are the best people

Dog people are the best people

The conversation flowed as easy as the beer, but duty called as Emily and Jay not only had to dish up dinner for their Pittie Committee, but they were on the way to pick up yet another foster. Ah, the rescue life. What a great time we had, though.

Meet Up Two

This meet up was actually a combination of meeting a fellow blogger and of a Best Friends employee.  She is one of the authors of a Team  blog that I follow but she also works at Best Friends so as with many people who keep their work and blog life separate, I won’t reveal any more than that, but suffice it to say that it was wonderful to meet her and I hope our paths cross again.  If you want to read the blog, message me and I’ll give you the name.

Meet Up Three

Last but certainly not least, Kevin and I finally got to meet two people that we’ve “known” for well over a decade.  “Doc Holly Goodhead” and her sweet and soulful son, Spud have been a huge part of our lives for such a long time and it was simply awesome to finally get to give them big hugs.

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Again, it wasn’t like meeting strangers but rather like friends who’ve known each other for ages who have gotten together again.  The conversation was easy and the friendship is true.  If not for them we would have high-tailed it out of Vegas and back to Angel Canyon.

Have you had similar experiences with friends from afar?