Wow. Hadnt realized it had been so long since I blogged. That's such a strange word, by the way. Blogged. Anyway, I digress and it's only the first paragraph.
I love being married. Truely. I love that I was lucky/blessed/fortunate to find a man that encourages my love for animals. He may not always understand, but he never puts down my desire to want to save and help the pets out there that do not have warm homes, soft beds and affection showered upon them. Jason even is on the bandwagon now, too!
SO that brings us to 2012. A brand new year. Brand new opportunities and a clean slate in which to start off.
I'm a cat person. Always have been. Always will be. I've only had cats growing up and I love just about everything about them. Mine especially. Cats are very smart, they're quiet, they're self sufficient. Dogs are foreign to me.
I always tell Jason that when we win the lottery I want a home with a lot of land -- so that I can build a kennel house with individual spaces, heat and A/C, and a large fenced in pen for dogs that we foster. And I want a cat room that gets sunshine for them to bask in for those animals. No, not in the hoarder kind of way. I legitimately want to find forever homes for animals, not keep them all for myself.
The cats we had when I was young(er) were always purchased from breeders, and I didnt even know that animal rescues exisited. When I was 21 and I went to the county animal control and found Duchess it opened up a new world for me. All of my pets since her have all been adopted, and I've had an itch to do something more....
I'm a busy lady at work during the week and used to work just about every Saturday. I'm thankful for that, please do not misunderstand me. However, my work life and choice of living location have not been close together. I fought and fought against moving into the suburbs, only to find myself here anyway and loving it. I'm only a few miles from work and I just recently filled up the tank of my SUV with gas after 3 weeks. THATS AWESOME! The point of this is to say that my life has not been conducive to volunteering or having pets that required so much devotion of my time and attention. That all changed on Thursday night.
Meet Coco(nut). Our wedding officiant friended me on Facebook and the first thing I said to Jason was "her posts are going to be the end of me!". Deanna is a fellow animal lover and advocate for finding homes and fosters for animals in need. SHe posts on an hourly basis pictures and information for animals in urgent need of help. She, however, was not the end of me, but, the beginning of an internal desire to help.
Here was my chance. I'd wanted to help before but couldnt -- lived too far away, not home enough, etc. She posted a picture of an adorbale puppy. Yes, puppy. Not even a fully trained dog or older puppy. A brand spankin new puppy - one that has no clue what a command is, not house broken, an probably never been on a leash. Jason and I decided to dive right in.
He's in love already and wants to keep her. We'll see about that....
We've had her for one night. The cats are upset and hide under a bed but they did end up sleeping with me last night.
Haley isn't so sure and is watching throught the coffee table
Holt is the only brave cat, so far. He peeks through the spindles on the safety of the stairs and talks to Coco. He doesn't want her getting too close right now, but he's interested in having a playmate. Coco, on the other hand, is beside herself with wanting to play. She and Holt are the same size and she's just giddy with excitement, but disappointed since the kitten keeps his distance.
I anticipate this experience to be interesting and hopefully too much fur doesn't fly in the process of loving and learning.
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