All Dogs Go To Heaven

sadie-faceWe lost this sweet girl yesterday.  I wasn’t ready.  Are we ever?

Sadie came to us 4 years ago.  She was a rescue and 2 months before we got her I had lost my very first rescue to old age.  I wasn’t necessarily ready for her, but as many rescue families know, there are many times you don’t choose the dog, the dog chooses you.

My husband had contacted the rescue organization about her and started asking questions.  I had my own questions as I was not really done grieving for our Maggie.  I called Sadie’s foster mom to ask to get some answers.  I clearly remember calling on a Wednesday because she immediately started crying because she had just made the appointment for her to be euthanized on Friday.  She just couldn’t foster her anymore because she had female dog aggression, which wasn’t working in that home.  No one else wanted her.

The decision had been made.  We were going to bring her home.  Sadie was brought to our home on Saturday of that same week.  She sadie-2was a junkyard dog.  Her owner had gotten her and chained her up outside to guard the junkyard.  She wasn’t taken inside.  She wasn’t loved.  At some point, she had gotten an eye infection and her owner didn’t take care of it. She was blind in her right eye.  She was also deathly afraid of thunderstorms.

She was a sweet girl.  A gentle giant.  Her favorite place was to be wherever we were.  I’ll miss holding her giant paw and her hugs.

I love you big girl.  I’ll see you soon.  Run free.

Happy Anniversary!

 

ma

My daughter, Mary, is celebrating her anniversary today.  I remember their wedding day as if it was yesterday.  My son-in-law is a wonderful man and I have no doubt, will be a wonderful husband to her for many years to come.  We love him as if he were our own son.

Here’s the thing.  Marriage is HARD.  It can suck ass like nothing else.  All I can say to you two, is hang in there during the hard times.  You will come out on the other side.  I promise.

So.  Here’s to you, Mary and Andy…I wish you both nothing but an easy ride.  Always remember how you felt about each other on the day you were married.  Always be on the other’s team.  Never let each other suffer alone.

I love you both forever.

maborg

 

 

ahhh… summer.

Baseball.  The great American past time.ball park

Both my 14 year old and my 8 year old play.  My son has been playing since he was 5 and this is my daughter’s 1st year in a regular league.

Of course I want both of my kids to be competitive.  It gives them something to work for.  I want them to be better on the last day than they were on the first day. But mostly, I want them to have fun.

My son is at the age where this is his last year of rec. league.  All the “great” baseball players play for a travel team.  So, one would think that the kids on his team would be having a great time.  You know, let’s just have fun.  Let’s try to win, but let’s have fun.  For the most part, that’s exactly what his team is made of.  However, he has one kid specifically, that thinks scouts are there looking at him.  (not really, but you would think the way he acts and yells at all of his teammates about how much they suck).  It’s one thing to have an immature 13 year old act like he’s the best.  It happens.  He’s still trying to figure everything out.

BUT.  The problems are, his parents.  My God, these people!  It’s unbelievable to listen to them at a game.  Last night it started with the dad.  He spends 90% of the game marching back and forth from the bleachers to the dugout then back to the bleachers then back to the dugout.  You get the point.  He mumbles under his breath the entire time. Stay out of the damn dugout and let the coach do his job.  Maybe if you stayed away your son would learn to work with (and appreciate) the team and not against it.

Then you throw the mom in.  It usually starts with, “I could coach this team better then who they have coaching!”  Then she proceeds to point out each and every boy on the team that makes a mistake, except hers.  Of course, he is carrying the team!  Believe me, my son is not the best kid on the team, but let me reassure you, neither is hers.

So, Mr. and Mrs. so-and-so…please remember the following things (seen at a number of baseball parks across the country!)

  • He’s just a kid.
  • It’s just a game
  • The coach is a VOLUNTEER
  • The officials are humans

AND FINALLY,

  • absolutely NO scholarships will be handed out today.

I hope your son is successful.  I do.  But I would suggest that you always have a backup plan for him, and not put all your eggs in his professional baseball career basket.

** on a side note, my daughter has a coach that focuses on fun and teaching the girls the rules of the game.  Here he is giving my daughter a pep talk out on the field before an inning.  Thanks, Coach Tom, for keeping it real!  kate and coach

 

Rescuing Boss…

About 13 years ago we rescued our first English Mastiff.  His name was Boss.  How we entered into the rescue mission wasn’t a well thought out nor planned event.  We had, much to my embarrassment, purchased an EM from a pet store about 1 year before.  We had no idea what we were getting into nor what owning a mastiff was about.  But, we fell in love with our Maggie and decided we needed another.

We submitted an application to a mastiff rescue organization and patiently waited to be matched with one that needed a home.  We were notified that they had one for us.  They set up a time to come and do a home visit to make sure we had the space and the means to take on this animal that would be dependent on us.  They sent a picture…we fell in love.  However, he was not meant to be ours.  In a turn of events, his owner that had surrendered him for relocation reasons, was able to remain where he was and to keep his baby.  We were sad, but knew our time would come.

Weeks went by with nothing from them.  My husband and I were at work when we received the phone call.  We have a boy for you.  However, we need you to meet us 4 hours away to pick him up.  It’s a dire situation where he will be put down if he isn’t picked up today.  Of course my husband jumped into the car and headed to another state.  He called me on the way home and his exact words were, “This is the biggest dog I’ve ever seen in my entire life”.  I wasn’t sure what to expect.  Our Maggie was big to us and she was only about 120 lbs.  This dog was underweight at 178 lbs!

When he arrived home I was given his backstory.  He was rescued from a dog fighting situation.  Here’s the thing…I didn’t know much about dog fighting other than it’s ugly and they predominantly use pitbulls.  Our new beautiful, timid, giant was used as a bait dog.  (please see my post – What is a bait dog?)

Our big man thrived in a loving environment.  He displayed nothing but love for his family despite the ugliness of humans in his life.  He became a healthy 225 lbs. while with us.  He was our gentle giant.  I knew I wanted to love this dog so completely that he would go out of this world knowing I loved him and not all of us are ugly.  I think (hope) I succeeded.

As he got older, we knew because of his hard life his life span wouldn’t be what it should have been.  He died peacefully in his sleep one night and I didn’t think the heartbreak would go away.  Writing this now still makes me cry because while the heartbreak is softened…it’s still there.

So here’s to you big man.  I’ll see you across the bridge, where I know you’ll be waiting.

 

What is a bait dog?

Oy.  What a disgusting topic I feel compelled to write about.  Luckily (?) with the Michael Vick dog fighting case being front and center in the media a few years ago more attention has been brought to this issue than ever before.

My husband and I rescued our big guy from a dog fighting ring whom was used as a bait dog.  He was perfect because he was large and could withstand a lot of injury and be used repeatedly.  When we picked him up he was covered from head to toe to belly to every spot on his body with scars.  This is how we learned what a bait dog is and how ugly dog fighting really is.

A bait dog is rendered incapacitated by duct taping his mouth shut, filing his teeth down, binding his legs and/or restraining him.  They are completely helpless.  They have absolutely no way to protect themselves.  They are then thrown into a ring with another dog who is trained to kill.  Many die in the ring…if they are one of the lucky.  If he doesn’t, he is repeatedly put into this situation over and over.  He is often badly injured.  He may or may not make it through the night.  If he does not, his lifeless body is thrown out like trash.  If he does, he fearfully waits in pain for the next time.  It’s heartbreaking. It’s ugly.  Until you’ve seen it, you cannot understand how humans can be so ugly.

Our big guy was lucky.  He made it out, into a family who loved him wholly and completely.  My goal for him was to go out of this world knowing love.  I can only hope we were able to make him forget even a small amount of what he lived through.

Please.  Don’t look away when these cases come to light.   The more we do, the more these things are allowed to go on.