feels good

Although I doubt there`s anyone actually reading this jumbled mess of mine, it still makes me feel connected to my universe.
I had my Gas Guy rant on Thursday and I`m still waiting.
So back to my life .
I do this so you will see why I am an animal rescuer as my mental state has been questioned on several occasions . My life revolves around my own furfamily and several additions along the way that come in and go out to forever homes.
So far you have seen me deal with cancer and a genetic ailment with my dogs.
Now its Jacks turn. I was reading the local shopper one Saturday about 8 years ago and someone had a ' 9 month old male german shepherd, free to a good home' Now , as you get to know me , you will see that this kind of animal trading is in a class along with abuse to me.
I was on the phone and over there in a half hour, carrying a frightened GSD to my truck.
Jack is special. He still has separation anxiety every time I leave the house but he stopped chewing up all my belongings after a few tense months. No one had ever told me about this behaviour or crate training so we survived it the hard way. I still have to kiss him goodbye and tell him I`m going to work to get out of the house quietly.
So, now I have the 3 dogs ( Maggie was still with me then ).
I had added a cat along the way, Pekoe, so his owner wouldnt flush him down the toilet because she hated orange cats. He was less than 5 weeks then. But I was still uneducated about animals.
Pekoe was neutered and tatooed so I felt he was safe to go outside.
Just last year , I found him in the ditch beside my house, cut to ribbons and barely alive. He stayed alive long enough for me to get him to Doctor Donna and say goodbye. Then he went to the bridge to be with Maggie.
My life is a journey of learning and mostly its been the hard way. So now I rescue cats as well as dogs and bitch at any new owners about keeping their new family member safe inside the house , no matter how much the kitties cry and beg to go out.
Around this same time frame, I`d been working for my vet as a kennel attendant, another name for cleaning person.
I finally had opportunity to see what happens to pets at the vets.
I was allowed to watch surgeries and even got to assist sometimes when an extra hand was needed. This particular vet was also the one used by the local pound for any injured animal that was still alive after pickup. I was usually the person that cared for the injured so the tech`s could be there for the paying clients. I have many stories about that experience but not now. Its too depressing for such a nice day.
And then came Bob. Someone put this little guy in our entrance way at the vet office and left him for us to find. He was battered and broken but Dr. Donna has a soft spot for kitties and fixed him up for adoption. He went out twice and came back twice and no one would tell the truth why.
Donna gave him to me , completely vetted and he is still here with me. I quickly found out why he kept coming back. He had stinky breath. His face had been injured, likely kicked, and his little teeth were broken and rotting and his gums were damaged. He is fine now. No teeth. Eats whatevers in his dish. And sticks his tongue out when he`s sitting and thinking whatever it is that cats think.
By now you can see where my blog is going . I`m a sucker for any animal in need . And I am learning as I go.
Today , I`m spending out in the dog yard cleaning up winter doo. Anyone want to help. LOL
Later