Dinky…

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Dinky was my third foster dog as well as my first “foster failure”.  Her story is one of craziness, zen, hair pulling, destruction, peace and LOVE.  I learned so much about myself, my weaknesses and my strengths from Dinky.  She is one that will appear in this blog many, many times and I will not regret that at all.  You can and will always meet dogs that you love; that you bond with; that leave a mark on you; but there are not many that will change your soul.  Dinky was that dog for me.

I received a call from Dog Town about 4 dogs making the trek back to Nevada from the Bay Area.  Four of the one hundred and fifty (yes that is 150) “Gabbs Dogs” coming back home to Nevada.  I will share their story in a later post, but for now… just know that these dogs are miracle dogs that survived more than most people.  Dinky was coming back to Nevada because the shelter that “rescued” her did not like her progress and thought she would be better off if she was put to sleep (pts).

Robin Wenham, who has become one of my favorite people, saw more in Dinky than the shelter; bringing her along with Apple, Harold and Harvey, to Carson City for the exchange.  I met Lorayn (from Dog Town), Kris (from Safe Haven) and Robin to start this journey.   Apple went with Kris; Harold and Harvey with Lorayn; and Dinky with me.  Pictures taken, hugs exchanged, new friends made… it was a good start.

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June 30, 2008, will be a day that I never forget.  Picking up foster dogs is not always this eventful and certainly not always memorable, but as I said before Dinky was different.  Boy, was she…

The Journey Begins

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Welcome!  I am Lori, and I have been helping to rescue dogs since 2010.  I had been on the fence about fostering for quite some time; mostly because I didn’t think I would be able to let them go.  Then… I saw the face of a big yellow lab that needed help and began to think that I can deal with a little heartache to save his life.  Dog Town Canine Rescue was the group that pulled him and other dogs from that rural shelter and took a chance on me as a foster Mom.

I met Lorayn at Home Depot to pick up a dog and my journey began.  Now I did not get that big yellow lab, but instead received a little Australian Sheppard puppy named Macy.  Macy was about the most active puppy imaginable and she LOVED water.   She was only with me for about a week; just long enough to get spayed and up-to-date on vaccines.  She was too cute not to find a home quickly.

The night of her spay surgery, when she should be quiet and resting, she decided it was time to play with Smoke (the cat).  That race was the farthest thing from quiet as she followed Smoke up and over the counter/half wall and into the living room.  There was no slowing her down and Smoke was a good sport.  My heart did not slow down at all that night…

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The next night I took Macy to Carson City to meet her new family with Lorayn.  I will admit that as happy as I was for her finding a home, I balled my eyes out.  It was tough!  But you know?  I survived.  Macy had a wonderful family.  And now I had space in my home AND heart to foster another dog.

I tell you this story for a few reasons:
One… I want to share my foster/rescue stories.  As crazy as some of them are I want you to know that if I can do it, so can you.
Two… I want to help folks find out who to contact when they are ready to foster/volunteer AND what to expect when finally reach that step.
Three… There will be good days and bad in the rescue world.  Take heed and take care of yourself!  There are AMAZING friendships that you will make along the way.
Lastly… If I can help you learn and face a situation with grace and humility then I have done my job.

Thank you for joining me!