I’ve seriously had enough of the heat. I am SO ready for these dog days of summer to end.
Speaking of dogs, I had an interesting kind of day today. As most of you know, all of our dogs are rescue dogs. CeCe, who is no longer with us, Meg and Belle were all adopted through American Brittany Rescue (ABR). K, the newest member of our family, came from the National Brittany Rescue and Adoption Network (NBRAN). Both of these organizations are run completely by volunteers. Neither has a kennel or any other kind of brick-and-mortar facility. They both rely on people to volunteer to provide temporary foster homes for dogs that they have rescued until suitable forever homes can be found.
Many rescue groups like ABR and NBRAN have Web sites that list all dogs available for adoption at any given time. You can’t just talk to a person that’s seen your dog on the Internet to determine whether they’ll be a good fit for that dog. One of the steps in determining a home’s suitability is a home visit. That’s where a volunteer representative of the organization goes to physically meet with potential adopters at their home to make sure the people are fit to adopt a dog. Another step is the vet check, where your veterinarian is contacted for references.
Anyway… today I did a home visit for NBRAN in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. I met some absolutely delightful people and several nice dogs. These folks are not only looking to adopt an NBRAN dog, they’re also going to serve as foster parents. Which is fabulous, because dogs seem to be coming out of the woodwork these days.
I rode my motorcycle to Shepherdstown and then continued on to the WV place, where Hubby and our dogs were going to meet me. Unfortunately, Hubby is really busy with work and can’t get away. So now I’m here all alone. No Hubby. No dogs. Just me.
It’s VERY quiet. And sort of lonely. I miss Hubby, of course, but I also miss my dogs.
Speaking of dogs, check out this neat picture I stumbled across on Flickr today. It’s a memorial to dogs who lost their lives liberating Guam in 1944.
If you have a few more minutes, you should read this short article about the War Dog Memorial. It’s touching.
Meanwhile, I’m going to go walk down the hill and say hello to CeCe. She’ll always be here with me.
Yay for riding motorcycle and quiet time by yourself, even if it’s a bit lonely. Our dog, while not exactly a rescue dog, and a very long story… anyway she is very lucky to be alive, and we are very even more lucky to have her living with us.
The memories are good, aren’t they? Hope you had a good visit.