I’m sure everyone has a few times in their lives when they felt as though there was no turning back. Looking at entries from my past 3 blogs, I realize that most of those times for me are followed by a post. So despite the fact that I have not written anything in some time, that’s not enough to hold me back. This, therefore, is no exception.
Some of you you will remember my first dog Skip, who passed about 4 years ago. He was also known as Douglas and for some strange reason he was known as my accountant in Great Britain. I went to bring a client to the hospital and walked away with the “crack house dog.” I brought him to the Humane Society who thought he was not rehab material. They asked me to take him for a walk while we waited for the Dr. to put him down. We walked to my car and the rest is blogging history. I will say that the next day when I was leaving the ER with six stitches from what I’m sure was a difficult detox, I was thinking, “What in the hell have I done?” I would trade none of that time.
Then along came Joulie: named for the unit in physics in which an equal amount of work is put in for a specific amount of energy. She took a lot of work. Because of a blind eye and a facial deformity she is also lovingly called “The Pirate.”
It seems all of my canines come with baggage. Joulie was found with her deceased owner and subsequently placed in multiple homes only to be returned because she’s quite the barker. One of these stunning examples of humanity broke her face leaving her with a broken jaw and very few teeth. Again, it’s all ancient history. Joulie is a fabulous dog.
Two weeks ago I met Jaxon. He had been living with a woman who truly loved him, but because of Alzheimers disease, could not care for him. She had been overfeeding him sweets and other “people food” to the point of obesity and diabetes. He had been near death the two weeks before we met and he is now a pretty unstable diabetic. We are all working hard to balance his insulin, exercise and diet. He is a very sweet boy with serious medical and house training needs. Gradually he is learning to do dog things again.
I have had plenty of “what have you done” moments over the past two weeks, but more often when people ask me that same question I can honestly answer, “what I absolutely needed to do.” No regrets.