Anyone Have an Opinion on a Thing?

It’s been a year of milestones including (in chronological order) – losing my job, losing my Dad, getting married, losing a dog, changing my career, turning 50 and a family member experiencing a sudden medical emergency with an initially grave prognosis (she’s much better now, thankfully).  Naturally, I’ve been thinking a lot of thinks – about what I’ve achieved, what I haven’t, what I need to let go of, what I can still reasonably hope for, etc.  So I’ve decided to get a sportscar and a mistress.

Or:

I’ve always hoped to have a small beagle sanctuary (small as in number of dogs and small as in size of beagle).  My idea is to get the word out locally that, assuming I have space and resources, I could provide an alternative for beagle owners considering taking their dog to the pound.  I am not looking to buy dogs or adopt dogs who have other people willing to provide them homes.  Rather, I’d like to be a last resort safety net for beagles whose owners can no longer care for them for whatever reason and haven’t found a home for them for whatever reason.  Due to the popularity of the breed here, there are dogs who, for example, have been hunted and/or bred but received little vet care over the course of their lives.  When they become too old, lame, what have you, the owner might consider taking the dog to a pound.  Another example – dogs who are gun shy, won’t hunt, won’t stay with the pack, etc.  Basically if you have no home for your small beagle and are planning to take him to the pound, I’d like to provide my home as an alternative.

I have the heart and the mind to do the work and, having owned several beagles over the years, no illusions about what would be involved.  (Baying? It’s music to my ears!)  And our house is in a semi-rural setting with sufficient space to readily accommodate a group of beagles.  I’ve accumulated a fair amount of supplies over the years (plenty of bowls, buckets and basic dog stuff-n-things).  So what’s stopping me?

Well, not to put too fine a point on it but DOLLARS.  Money can’t buy me love but it can buy vet care and meds, food (which I still make 100% from scratch), Kuranda beds and replacement supplies for items which wear out (blankies, collars, toys) etc.  I’ve never been in a position to properly fund a beagle sanctuary and so for years, it’s been back-burnered, waiting on my ship to come in.  This is the year I have come to realize and accept: there is no ship.

I know many readers are rescuers, some official with a name and a designation from the IRS as a charitable organization, others simply taking in an animal in need now and then, whenever they are able.  And I know we all appreciate that most rescues and sanctuaries are in constant need of donations.  Only scam organizations like the Humane Society of the United States are paying people six figure salaries.  Most of the grunt work in the rescue world is done by – well, us grunts.

I have always valued the input I’ve received from the YesBiscuit community so I’d like to ask for your guidance now.  Should I go with my heart and try to manage a small beagle sanctuary, even if I start with just one dog and never have the means to progress or would it be sensible to let go of this dream and move on?

(Sidenote:  For those interested, I do not know when, if ever, I will return to blogging about animals being killed in shelters.  I do not feel able to do that at this time.  I have maintained the blog because I appreciate the community here and because I would like to write more consistently one day.  Possibly, if I do go with the beagle sanctuary, I may blog about that.  You know, as an inspiration/horrible warning to others.)

Is There a Frog Doctor in the House?

This morning, a beagle who shall remain nameless apparently injured a little frog.  This little frog:

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Little frog.

I found him writhing and nearly upside down on the porch.  I set him over the right way around but he appears to have a bum back leg.  He’s stayed in the same spot all day, continually making pitiful attempts to move.  I fear leaving him there much longer because a snake will get him.  Sooooooo, I can’t think what else to do besides take him into my frog rehab center.  Which I’m about to Google how to build.  And I have no idea how I am supposed to feed him insects.  To be honest, I was hoping to find a less killy, vegetarian option but so far Google is telling me insects and worms so that’s terrible.

If anyone out there has any suggestions on how best to help him, I would certainly appreciate them.  I don’t even know what kind of frog he is.

Shine

A little hello, a little more personal news, a lot more light.

On Sunday, Billy and I were married at our home of seventeen years.  We had one guest:  Newt.

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Personal News

Nothing animal shelter related here.

Just a note to touch base with everyone and to say I’m still here.  I’m not ready to return to blogging and honestly don’t know when or if I might be ready.  I’ve been struggling over the past year personally, professionally – basically all the –llys.  I was laid off from my job last month and so far, no prospects.  My Dad, whom I love dearly, died last week.  I would like to share the obituary I wrote for him because if you like me, you can thank my parents.  And you guys are my friends.

Milton Robert Thistlethwaite, 72, of Bristol, went 25 rounds with cancer, a top ranked opponent, finally landing a knock out punch on February 10, 2018. In attendance was an adoring crowd along with Marilyn Thistlethwaite, his beloved wife of 50 years and always present corner man. The crowd went wild as The Toughest Fighter in the Universe spectacularly achieved his long sought victory.

 

Anyone wishing to make a donation in memoriam might consider St. Francis Hospital in Hartford, CT. Oncology is on the 8th floor where they both treat patients in preparation for their return home as well as care for hospice patients and their families. They provided us a suite down the hall from my Dad’s room so that we could take turns sleeping in an actual bed, getting a shower, etc. I can’t say enough good things about the caring staff. And there was one volunteer team that brought us a few minutes of comfort during my Dad’s final days – a Golden Retriever named Rosie and her owner. I wish I had thought to snap a photo of her but I was busy kissing her face and getting kisses back from her.

I also would like to share a link to a GoFundMe I set up in hopes of being able to visit my Mom as often as possible now that she lives alone. If you are not in a position to donate financially, that is all right. I have relied upon the warmth and support of our YesBiscuit community many times over the years and it continues to help me now. So thank you for that.

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An image I came across on Pinterest, in honor of Rosie and all the dogs who bring comfort to those in need.

 

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File under:  My Dog is The Smartest Dog.

Mulder usually carries her yogurt cup over to her bed to lick the sides and polish it clean.  Because otherwise, it’s the old trying-to-lick-the-cup-while-it-slides-all-over-the-kitchen-floor thing which is you know, undignified.  But tonight she had a new idea:  drop it inside her dinner bowl for added stability.  I love her.

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The Arctic National Wildlife… Refuse?

The Trump Administration seems to be having trouble comprehending the words “wildlife refuge”:

An internal Interior Department memo has proposed lifting restrictions on exploratory seismic studies in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, a possible first step toward opening the pristine wilderness area to oil and gas drilling.
[…]
The Arctic refuge, which covers more than 30,000 square miles, has been closed off to commercial drilling for decades because of concerns about the impact on polar bears, caribou and other animals in the region. Opening it up has been a top priority for Republicans.
[…]
The memo does not provide a legal justification for allowing new exploration.

Of course.  Because since January 20, 2017, it’s anything goes.

Podcast You Will Like

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Sharon Greenleaf La Pierre and Esplendor, as shown on the BBC website,

If you’ve ever listened to the BBC’s Outlook program, you already know about the fascinating stories featured in the first-person.  But even if you are new to the program, I encourage you to listen to this absolutely riveting tale involving a woman and two horses.  It is a heart-wrenching and brutally honest examination of the human-animal bond.  I happened to catch it on the radio this morning and when I heard it come on again this afternoon, I meant to change the channel but ended up being just as taken by the story the second time.  I don’t think you will be disappointed if you invest the 10 minutes in the podcast.

Tattle Tale

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I will not share.  Tell on me all you want.  It won’t make any difference.

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ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

 

Good Hurricane Tweets

Manatee Sheriff Department serving and protecting.

Hemingway house cats with thumbs survive Hurricane Irma.

Loose dogs in hurricane:  “We are scared out of our minds, running for our lives and can not listen to any human right now!”
Good guy:  “I have a pickup truck!”

Not wrong.

Climate Change: An Unnatural Disaster

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These parrots, as shown on the ABC News website, appear to be using this Miami high rise hotel window ledge as refuge from Hurricane Irma. I think they are red-headed conures (although I am no expert so please put in your two cents if you think they are another type of bird). Wikipedia has this to say:

The red-masked parakeet (Psittacara erythrogenys is a medium-sized parrot from Ecuador and Peru. It is popular as a pet and are known in aviculture as the cherry-headed conure or the red-headed conure. They are also considered the best talkers of all the conures.

I wish these two would tell someone what has happened since this photo was taken and if they are ok now.

Although red-headed conures are listed as near-threatened by the International Union for Conservation of Nature, there are many other animals who live only in Florida’s wild areas and are at far greater risk. May they all endure.