Last Sunday a little surprise happened along my way…
My daughter and her best friend were playing outside and the surprise caught their attention and drew them to bring it into our yard.
“It” was a small, about three to four-month old, fox terrier mix puppy.
She’s darling, of course — that has never been in question.
The problem is that we already have quite the crew here. We’re essentially our own ark and if this continues, someone might call that unfortunate “animal hoarder” show, (which in my opinion is simply made up of good people who just can’t turn suffering, hungry, and abandoned animals away so they have way more than they can deal with or afford – why don’t more people help them and take some of the burden off? (sigh)).
Anyway, I’m trying my hardest to be realistic and recognize that we can’t afford to feed another dog or give the necessary veterinary care like regular shots, monthly heart worm preventative, etc. There comes a point when one has to recognize that they can’t save the planet. So I’m attempting to move forward as a responsible animal rescuer and foster parent little “Vicki” until a truly good home turns up.
I reported Vicki to the city newspaper as “Found” and they printed the ad free, which will run all weekend, in the event some family or person actually lost her. By next week, I’ll have the pics up and a flyer made so I can share it around my neighborhood, and then I’ll turn to Craigslist and no-kill shelters in the attempt at finding a new and loving home for the pup. In the interim, we got her a little pink collar and innumerable chewy treats because she is teething and is chewing on everything. Not to mention that she is in the process of being potty trained, so that’s always fun. heh.
I’m praying that God will bring someone loving and kind to take Vicki in, who will shower her with all of the love and snuggles that I would, were I able to keep her for my very own. All I can do right now is love her and show her that she’s wanted and appreciated. It’s clear that she can’t get enough of this!
What’s tough is trying not to get too attached because every day I grow to love her more and more. She’s a little pistol. Fox terriers are kind of hyper and need lots of exercise and play time. They are very loyal and brave and are actually quite feisty. Vicki deserves a wonderful home and great person to love her.
In the meantime, I’m speaking firmly to my heartstrings and striving for logic and reason. “We can’t keep her..” is my new mantra.
God help me.