“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all…. ~ Emily Dickinson My hope for your holiday and the New Year: Kindness. Civility. Generosity. Patience. Possibility. Wishing you all the joys of the season. May they not be forgotten in the New Year.
If the good deeds we have done together entitle us in any small way to call in a special request from above – we need that now. One of our own has fallen ill. She is loved and needed by her family, her extended rescue family, and by the dogs. Because I am helpless to do more right now than to call for the prayers and good wishes of all, I send you flowers from the garden we both love. […]
“Amelia is loose at Lake Tahoe. Can you post for help?” Amelia is a six-year-old “English Cream” Golden Retriever and retired breeder dog. And not from a responsible breeder. We see too many of them. They have spent their whole lives living outdoors and making puppies. They arrive shut down, fearful, and unsocialized. They connect with other dogs, but not quickly or easily with most humans. It can take weeks, months, and in some cases, years for them to overcome […]
“He’s going to break your heart,” they said. Buster was an emergency transfer from a local shelter. He had been found stray and unable to use his back legs. His fate, if he stayed at the shelter, was clear. Homeward Bound – on Independence Day – was his last chance. His transport angel said he looked like he had given up. She thought he would just sleep on the long journey to safety. But after he was lifted into the […]
Today’s Wordless Wednesday post has been preempted – read on; you will understand why. In November 2012 – twenty months ago – I shared a story of a beautiful Golden Retriever that had been spooked while camping with her family in Tahoe National Forest. Scared, she bolted and then became lost. Our extended Homeward Bound family joined her family in daily searches until the snows fell. We hoped that someone unknowing had her safe. Winter came and went. And another […]
I took a trip to the river on Saturday. We sit at the confluence of the Sacramento and American Rivers. At this time of year, the banks are usually under water. Now, there is just dried grass and thistle. One of my blogging friends said that nature has a way of protecting her garden. This week, she did. We had two days of actual water falling from the sky. When hope gives way, you rely on faith. When faith is […]