Rescues

Number Sequences From The Angels
by Doreen Virtue, Ph.D.

888 — A phase of your life is about to end, and this is a sign to give you forewarning to prepare. This number sequence may mean you are winding up an emotional career, or relationship phase. It also means there is light at the end of the tunnel. In addition, it means, “The crops are ripe. Don’t wait to pick and enjoy them.” In other words, don’t procrastinate making your move or enjoying fruits of your labor.
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That is what Doreen Virtue says about triple eight, which is today’s date.

How is my 08-08-08 going? The first thing that I saw this morning were two e-mails about the passing of two more Dobie friends. For some reason, passings often happen in threes, after Sadie, came Sissy and Kilo. Mon Dieu. They were both lovely and much-loved Doberkids, who were on this planet too short a time.

This is Kilo on 10-18-03 when he was still in rescue and on the FDPRR website. He had some hair loss problems, and his adopter had worked on that before, so was ready, willing and able to apply her knowledge to Kilo’s skin.

These pictures were taken of Sissy in either 2002 or 2003. The one with her human companion was taken in the early part of the year, maybe February. The one where Sissy is trying to figure out what to do with her Frisbee was taken at a Dobermann Picnic in the fall of 2002 or 2003.

After reading about the two sudden departures, lunch came around, and I took the newspapers to the wildlife center as usual, but there, I met up with the Fedex driver who delivers to the high rise I work in. She jumped out with a box, and I said, “So you deliver here, too?”

She said, “No, I found this guy at the jail while I was making my deliveries. They were trying to help him, but couldn’t, so I wanted to bring him here on my lunch break.” She showed me a box with a beautiful huge green lizard looking up from a platform of glue paper. He was stuck. It was a tragic thing, and if anyone could help him, it would be the wildlife center.

I’d only wished I’d thought about that weeks ago when I found a smaller version of a lizard stuck to a round fly trap I’d had by the dog poop bucket. Not thinking; I was not thinking when I put that trap there. I could not release that poor little brown lizard, so I did the only humane thing I knew, and was to wrap him up and let him fall asleep in the freezer. His eyes were a smaller version of the big green eyes I saw today. I will ask next week or if I see the Fedex driver if he was unglued, released, and saved. I have since thrown away my big fly sticky paper fly traps.

The FDSP does lizards in, but they are fast about it in most cases, and that seems more natural. Dogs are predators and hunt. So when I was driving home, and mind you, at lunch, I had to take an extreme detour to get from the wildlife center to home, I ran into a herd of five or six elementary-school-aged children with a green lizard dangling by its head from a string. What sort of theme was I running into this day?

To further torture myself, there is a sweet red female Dobermann at a local shelter who is all natural, probably six or seven years old, has a bit of a skin disorder, and she can only be released to rescue because of it. I really have no more room, but on the other hand, I want to save her. It’s been a back-and-forth decision making process going through my mind since Wednesday. This sort of thing makes me insane! It’s like a non-stop ping-pong game in my head. Yes/no – yes/no – yes/no. Argh! Yes/no – yes/no – yes/no…

I looked on-line today, and she is still at the shelter. I don’t know if any other rescue will take her, but I am thinking not. Times are, people want the perfect looking Dobie who is cropped/docked, young and shiny. Even though there are wonderful Dobies behind the all natural ones, or ones who need a little spit and polish. Lord knows I have spat and polished a lot of Dobies, and they appreciate that second chance the most! If this girl were cropped/docked, she would be adopted in a heartbeat. Just look at her! What a smiley-faced beauty! Where is the breeder of this dog? She/he should be the safety net for this girl in times like these. Our society is set up wrong. Think about how many dogs and cats will die tonight in shelters across the country, while people are breeding more dogs for a buck. There is something so wrong with this. What will it take to stop it?

While this is torturing me, and I’m driving back to work, right in the left-turn lane, in the way of getting into the parking garage, is a car with both back lights blinking…a dead car!

I might have a drink tonight, and I’m not talking water.

Helen

P.S. I received the National #N180-489 2PK 4″ galvanized loop hooks in the mail today for my yet-to-be-built bar jump.

I also received a lousy letter about a really lousy lousy vet I filed charges against for Luigi’s botched up, did-nothing-but-take-money “job” when he was in dire need of emergency help. The board of licenses, the general counsel (chief BS artist) himself, sent me a letter saying there was no findings of the lousy vet doing anything wrong, and the case is closed. And by the way, I will not be allowed to see the file saying how these BS artists came up with that conclusion. One hand is kissing the other in all these so-called “watch dog” boards, and this vet licensing board isn’t watching over the benefit of our pets. It’s the way these “professionals” keep each other in business no matter how bad a job they do.

08-08-08 was not a pleasant day for me. I think I’ll open the back door to let some moonlight in and stuff Kongs.