Gail Whelan of the Companion Animal Network says Elgin and Scruffy (see earlier post) have beaten the executioner and will be saved from a 5 p.m. needle time at the Canton Animal Shelter. Someone is going to foster those wonderful dogs.
Look at their photos -- look at those faces! Too much life to be snuffed out by a simple budgetary or space problem, don't you think? Heck, they ALL ought to be saved from our savage ways.
About the time those two were being spirited to safety, a notice came from Animal Angels about Benji, a cocker-Lhasa Apso mix, who is losing his home because his mistress has Alzheimer's and the woman's daughter doesn't want to deal with Benji.
You have to have some sympathy with the daughter -- she's obviously losing her Mom and will need to focus on caring for her. And you have to have some sympathy for Benji, whose relatively short lifespan is about to be forever altered by something as awful as Alzheimer's.
And, bless her heart, you must feel something for the Mom, too, as things that were familiar forever become strange in a split-second. We humans are fragile in so many ways. And yet, some of us, while we still have ourselves, know how much we need our animals to comfort us. And, merciful heavens, they are there when we need them.
I figure, based on life experience, that ALL dogs are therapy dogs.
Here's a link to help Benji: www.petfinder.com/pet.cgi?action=2&pet=4349236 .
ABOUT JOHNNY DOMINO: The amazingly spotted dog Johnny Domino, a fellow Martha picked up off the streets of Oak Cliff as he was being chased by kids with sticks, has another problem to face.
The sweet fellow, about 18 months old, has heartworms. So, he'll be undergoing that treatment. And he'll be treated like a prince during the whole experience. Either we'll deal with him or we'll find someone who'll handle the difficult "keep him still" period of recuperation. (Scroll down and you'll find a photo of Johnny Domino in earlier postings.)
Heartworm treatment isn't cheap -- but, we've spent money in much worse ways. Be sure to pray that my tenderspouse Martha wins Lotto Texas.
And, speaking of praying for people, if you see Johnny Domino's original "people," tell them I'd like to backhand them until their choppers bounce off the walls and their eyes give up on ever focusing again. Dang it, there I go voicing my emotions and practically eliminating any chance of seeking public office in polite society. As if this were a polite society.