Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Couldn't Handle It!

Well, I just couldn't. Jet had amazing energy that I couldn't match. Some great friends of mine at the Central Texas SPCA took him in and now he's found his forever home!

Monday, February 2, 2009

"I am an Animal Rescuer"

My job is to assist God's creatures.
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs.
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures without planning or selection.

I have patted many a mangy head with a bare hand.

I have hugged someone vicious and afraid.

I have fallen in love a thousand times.

(Yep, same dog)
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body too many times to count.
I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven, but I believethere are. Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind?

Some may think we are masters of the animals, but the animals have mastered themselves... something people still haven't learned.

War and abuse make me hurt for the world, but a rescue gives me hope for mankind.

We rescuers are a mostly quiet but determined army, and we are making a difference every day.

There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan, nothing more rewarding than saving a life, and no higher recognition than watching them thrive.
There is no greater joy than seeing a human or non-human baby play who, only days ago, was too weak to eat.

By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue, I have been rescued.

I know what true unconditional love really is, for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many grateful for so little.
I am an Animal Rescuer.
My work is never done.
My home is never quiet.
My heart is always full.
By Annette King-TuckerWild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue

Claremore, Ok

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Jet Is Doing Really Well

Well, Jet is still here with me and mine, but boy-howdy, he's an interesting little chap!

He has been doing his best to learn the basics of the word "no" and "go potty". I was cuddling with him this morning when a had a vision of what his life was like before he ended up at TLAC.

This is what I think. I think he was born to a family that wasn't "expecting" pups from their unaltered female, back-yard dog. These people were able to find homes for most of the pups, but Jet was the most difficult, or maybe it was that he was the cutest? No matter, they couldn't keep him inside the house, that would mean they'd have to train him some. So, he barked. And barked, and barked.

Anyway, he's been spared both the life of a back-yard dog and being dead.

Once I understood this, I was more sympathetic to his needs, more patient, and level headed with his basic training. Jet is a darling.