Nope. There is no DIYing. And I'm not sure how much will get done this week.
As you can obviously tell from my *cough* collection...I have a soft spot for animals who are on their last chance.
Yesterday I heard the cry of a man named Anthony. The poor man had tried his hardest to better himself but he, like so many of us just were dealt a bad hand lately. When he tried to get himself into a better situation he was slapped in the face for it and had to find homes for all of his dogs. He found homes and rescue organizations that would take his other dogs, but poor Tank with his age, size and breed was out of options. If no one picked him up by 8a.m. he was going to be put to the vet and be put down with the mindset of it's better to know he's safe than being abused or homeless on the street (like his owner very well might be).
I saw one picture and my crazy dog lady gene started ticking. This poor thing had been loved his entire life by an owner that was devoted to him. When I called Anthony to see if someone had helped he said no, and immediately started crying (without even knowing if I was going to take him or not).
Let's get something perfectly clear. My house is full and my pack rocks. They work together well, they love each other, and they depend on each other. I really have no intention on doing anything to jeopardize that. When I saw Tank my first thought was, "do I know anyone?"
Almost immediately I got a text from one of my friends in Illinois saying, "I need him but I'm on vacation and can't get him until next Thursday, please please please go save him"
I knew I was on a mission, but I wasn't sure if Nate would agree. And bless my amazing husband because he got home, I told him about it, and within twenty minutes we were on the road.
After driving two hours, we found the neighborhood was awful. Poor Anthony and Tank were living in the scariest part of town and were living in a place where you immediately thought, "how could someone make someone pay to live here?" I mean, the front door was made of plywood and there was cardboard for windows. It was scary enough that Nate told me to stay in the car until he was sure we were in the right place.
Sure enough, the minute the plywood door creaked open, this MOOSE came thundering out straight for me.
And while some would call me crazy, I immediately got out of the car, knelt down, and was tackled in a big bear hug by Tank.
This was the hardest rescue we've done. With our other dogs, they were happy to see the dog gone, and they just kind of shoved the dog at us and walked away. Anthony was different, he wanted to sit with us and Tank and tell us his story, he wanted us to know that he wasn't a bad person and that Tank was his best friend- he wanted us to see the tears.
I was crying within 5 minutes of meeting Anthony. When a grown man can admit that they need to do the right thing, even when it's the hardest, it can break your heart to watch. This dog had been his everything for four years and when we finally said goodbye, he gave Tank a whole jar of peanut butter and said, "Daddy loves you....he's losing all his kids" and he closed the door, shook Nate's hand and went inside.
We weren't 3 miles from the house before I got a text from him saying, "please, please take care of him"
We drove home, and his big lumbering self was fantastic until bed time- but that is to be expected. The first thing this guy got though was a BATH! We got all of Tank's paperwork and his owners contact information promising that we would stay in touch with him.
This morning, I also had the privilege of welcoming Tank to his new now life. We played in the snow in the big back yard, we snuggled on the couch, we ate a bone (very separated from the others might I add...) and we took some pictures to send to his new mom and dad.
World, meet Artie. Artie, meet the world.
We've never fostered before, and I know it's going to be hard. We're working through the sadness of Artie losing Anthony together. Lots of hugs will be involved. We're also trying to get him ready for the joy to go to Sarah and Alex.
I think they're going to be a fantastic family, don't you?