Deep inside, I believe, I’m still just me. The me I’ve always been.
My core foundation of passion for the loves in my life, the comfort of peace, and compassion for others, putting others before me … that’s me, that is what drives me.
What is it about me and canines that the ones I’m attracted to will be the ones destroyed because they are considered un-adoptable. Dogs that growl if you get too close. Dogs that growl viciously if they are made to feel cornered.
Dogs that cower and back away when you slowly raise your hand just to give affection. Those are the dogs who need me. There’s a certain level that dogs and I relate on. The last dog I rescued was from a sign I found hand-written at a grocery store. No photo, but it stated it was a German Shepherd, about five years old, that they needed to get rid of. I’m not sure what it was, but there was something about what they wrote that had me calling them from the store.
We agreed to meet on neutral ground since I had a male, too, and it’s difficult to have two males get along. My other male was also a rescue, now deceased, but the most amazing canine I ever knew. My son held his leash, and knew to pull him out of harms way if any aggression developed. They drove up and parked right next to my car.
When they let the dog out, my heart sank. I had never seen such a defeated, depressed, or lost-looking Shepherd in all my years. An extremely proud breed without showing an ounce of that pride. There was no bounce in his step, his head hung down, as did his tail.