It’s dark, raining. The dogs are restless, their nails clicking on the floor. In thirteen days it will be Christmas.
One year ago I rescued a little dog from the hoarder nearby. She was nine pounds of terrier-mix, with stinky, dust colored wire hair.
I met a new friend trying to rescue the little dog – and in the course of doing so, my life took a big turn.
We live in an isolated, beautiful mountain community. The economics here suck especially since the lake disappeared. But it’s rural and in the country, people have dogs; often, too many dogs. Every day we would hear about dogs needing homes.
So that sums up my extracurricular activities for the year.
Wendy Geis has transported for spay/neuter, or fostered, or rescued, or re-homed, hundreds of dogs in our little valley. Here on the home front, I “mother” six dogs, and Dave next door has one new one… failed fosters, some call them; they’re the ones no one else wanted.
We hope to bring more of these to the Kern River Valley. Stay Tuned.