Another forever home found!

It's that time of year again.  Work is so busy and most of my free time is spent helping dogs, and not writing about it. 

So I just introduced Brodie, not even a month ago, and now I happily announce his adoption!  He went quickly, barely here for a month!  After long-timers Bella and Winston back to back, this was a real surprise.  We all got attached right away and it was hard to let him go so soon.  He was such a sweet dog.  You would think that the good byes get easier, but alas, they do not.  It is bitter sweet every time.  I don't know where my sad tears end and my happy ones begin.  If I could skip the part where they look at me as I'm leaving them, It would be easier.  I try not to show any sadness until I am gone, as not to alarm them, but the look is always the same.  Head tilted, confused, sometimes panicked, "Where are we going, Mom?  I'm coming too, right? Wait! Please don't leave me!"  It breaks my heart every single time. 

Brodie made giant strides forward while he was here.  He was the happiest boy in the world all the time.  Still, when I took him out of his comfort zone, which our house became, he was still pretty insecure and shy.  I wouldn't have let him go just anywhere so early on in the rehabilitation process.  His adopter is a life long dog owner and lover.  She is also single and retired and home all the time.  She was the city of Mayflower's very first animal control officer back in 2000.  At that time, she placed a stray boxer with her son and his wife and they became a boxer loving family.  She lost her own boxer, at the ripe old age of 13, a year ago.  Six months ago, she adopted a young boxer/boston terrier mix.  She decided that her new addition needed a friend.  Enter Brodie. 

When we first arrived, Brodie was scared and shy, as I knew he would be.  He wasn't completely apprehensive with her, but he wasn't his affectionate self either.  His tail was tucked.  When we moved on to introducing the dogs, the real Brodie surfaced.  He couldn't resist the offer to play and within minutes he was wiggle butting around the yard with her.  Just like when he met our dogs, he gained his trust of her through her dog.  He was soon loving all over her and accepting the hugs and kisses enthusiastically.  And a new family was formed.

Brodie's new home is a beautiful mountain top property, about 30 minutes north of us.  The views are incredible.  Inside, a huge, rustic, floor to ceiling fire place with a giant dog bed in front of it.  Outside, 5 fenced acres with woods and trails to run and play in with his new sister.  An ideal home for just about any dog, but for Brodie especially, I couldn't ask for a better place. 





boxing with new sister, Lottie.

Quick Kiss!

Family photo

They had no interest in stopping play to pose for me!

 

 





No Words.

 I guess I thought I had seen enough in the past few years of rescue that nothing would truly surprise me.  I was wrong.  A rescue in my network is trying to help a dog that had her feet cut off by her owner so she wouldn't be able to jump the fence.  HER FEET CUT OFF.  I actually wouldn't have believed this had I not seen the pictures with my own eyes.  What in the hell goes through someone's mind while deciding to attempt this?  I mean, seriously.  How does that become a possible solution?  Things like this get me so frustrated with the human race that it makes me physically ill.   It just feels like there is no hope.  There is just too much cruelty and ignorance.  I try so hard to focus only on what I am able to do to help, but it just isn't that much in the grand scheme of things.  It will never be enough.  And that sucks.