Eye see you now!

Maddie the foster dog and I made it through the holiday!  Yesterday she went back to the shelter to be spayed and get the rest of her hair cut. 


This was Maddie before:

And this is after:

Holy Cow, she has eyes!


In a couple of days Maddie will return to the shelter so she can take part in the big Christmas adoption campaign at Neiman Marcus.  I know someone will snatch her up in all her cuteness.  I sure am gonna miss her though. But I must say, I learned a lot from her. 


As  I mentioned before, Maddie was a cruelty case.  She was rescued from a bad situation and in spite of all she has gone through she still loves people, she still loves life.  She doesn't lay down and wallow in self pity and cry over where she came from or what she went through. 

Each morning she gets up and has this big grin on her face and a wag in her tail.  The day is met with enthusiasm.  She does the dance of joy when she is fed dry, crunchy kibbles.  She is over the moon with squish hugs. 

Why is it the human race is considered the smartest of all the species yet most of us can't manage to look at life the way Maddie the foster dog does?

Funny, I got another foster pet because I was feeling down about my situation; wallowing around in the self pity and self loathing.  And here comes this dog to teach me a lesson about living life now.

Karma...its a .....

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The other day I was reading a post by a blogger i like to follow.  He told a story about how he almost killed himself at the gym.  Well, I laughed.  He is a great story teller and he painted a really great picture but I think a part of me knows deep down I have a warped sense of humor and tend to laugh at peoples pain. Sad to admit but true.

Last night I was out walking Maddie the foster dog when I slipped in mud and fell face down in middle of it. Not once. Twice. 

Thankfully all my neighbors were outside and witnessed my face planting. Both times.

That karma will get you every time.

Strollin' Strollin' Strollin'

Since my kitteths have not given me permission to have a dog I must borrow one from time to time.  This is Maddie, the foster dog .  She and I are walking through the hood.  I like having a foster.  It's like going to a library and checking out a book only its a dog. 

Hello, my name is.....???

Madame X

This is my new foster baby. She doesn't have a name yet.   I think for now I will call her Madame X.   She was rescued from a cruelty situation and placed in my care until she gets healthier.  Aside from some physical illness that will be taken care of with meds and a low weight that can be cured with food and treats,  Ms. X's fur was matted from head to toe. 


We cut what we could but at some point she will need to be put under the "milk" in order to clean up her head, neck and ears.  She is a mess.  One big mat ball.  I am toying with naming her Madeline; Maddy for short.  Get it? Maddy?  Matted fur?  HA,  I kill me.

But in all seriousness, no matter what I am going through in my life that sucks, when i give my time to helping another being (human or animal) it takes my mind from that dark place to reach out to another who is in their own.  Maybe together we can end up on the brighter side of life.


I feel like i should say namasta now...so namasta.

The Pity Party was not well attended

These last few days I have been feeling mighty sorry for myself.  Boo Hoo...Squish Squish...So Sad For Me. 

So to snap myself out of this depressing and gloomy mood I have decided to go grab some foster babies from the local animal shelter to take my mind off my problems.

Here are a couple of my fosters from days past...

Iddy Biddy

Wendy

(and they all found happy homes)