Doubts arise any time after I make a decision. Is this the best for the dogs? Is this the best for me? Is this the best for our community? Did I pray enough about this before plowing ahead? GAG! Today was my birthday - September 25, St. Sergius's Feast Day. He is considered the Russian St. Francis as animals came to him, too. He is very beloved in the Russian Orthodox Church. After reading about him today, I am very happy and privileged to share a day with him - though mine is a birth day and his is the day of his death or transition to heaven.
Earlier this week I visited a friend who had a puppy. This puppy had been found in a Wal-Mart dumpster - with the lids closed! A blessed employee by the name of Margie was out to doing some work when she kept hearing these noises. She looked all over and around the dumpster, finally looking into it. There she found this wonderful, gorgeous, very self confident 8 week old puppy (today, my vet guessed her at 10 weeks). Her name is Margie on behalf of her rescuer. She came to Silverwalk to be adopted out, to help my non - existent bottom line; my tax preparer simply pulls out her hair over me and my non - income on behalf of Silverwalk, though we have been getting more donations this past yea
r as our name and reputation gets out there, which goes back to my introductory sentence of quibbling once a decision has been made. All this has nothing and everything to do with Margie as Margie, I have decided, will be my dog, the puppy I was going to get when I no longer had rescue dogs - HA! Like that will ever happen.I have had three more requests this week to take Beagles. One will be sponsored till she is adopted, others were puppies and two were from a clinic who takes in a gazillion puppy mill dogs for the state. I know I am not alone; I work with lots of great rescue folk. As a foster home, I know the dogs I foster will come from shelters/pounds where they may or may not have any better chance. At least I will be able to help those most in need. Margie will not take up room for a foster. Nope. Which is why I am mulling over two dogs - one from a friend in Morse Mills and another needing a home, sponsored, from a shelter in AR. God bless those who search and pray for rescues to take in the dogs they love and know they may well lose....
Margie is home. I don't know squat about puppies except they have to eat, pee and poop more often than older dogs, so I got Ian Dunbar's book on puppies (hey, why not go to the guru of positive reinforcement!) and a folder from my vet today after they got to ooh and aah over her. And I still want my Bloodhound....and to save all the dogs in the world...and cats....and horses.... Welcome home, Margie!



