The Wednesday morning before Memorial Day Weekend I opened my eyes to everything spinning. "No, no no!" I gasped as I covered my face with a pillow. I knew it was vertigo, or as in Portuguese, l abarintite, or labarinto en EspaƱol for any language-lovers out there. Never had I experienced vertigo, but I knew what it was, as my mother and grandmothers have had it. And I'll never forget the day I awoke with this condition since it coincided with a holiday, and several upcoming scheduled meet and greets for dogs in our care at that moment. -As of that 'Vertigo Wednesday,' our 6 foster puppies were 8 weeks old and ready to find their forever homes! -Mommy dog was still with us of course (although she had an adopter lined up thankfully). -And I had 3 or 4 other adult dogs in foster care with awesome fosters, so I was in the process of: photographing and listing pets for adoption on Petfinder.com, talking with and screening potential adopters, scheduli
Dear Sweet Pea, I miss you. I miss you in the morning~ the act of gently pulling your sheet off of your partially-covered cage and saying, "Hello Pretty Bird," in a soft voice was routine. I miss quickly working to serve your morning chop, and refreshing your water. Just like a human toddler, you weren't very patient! I miss all of the sounds you'd make, even your blood-curdling scream you'd do every couple of days. I do not miss the stressful moments that sometimes caused (family arguing- not screaming, just arguing!) , or resulted from, the blood-curdling screams, but I miss the savage nature of the actual screams. You would scream out when Fabricio or Sam would raise their voices with me. Right when you felt the tension rising, you'd start. To the contrary, when I raised my voice with either of them, you would never get stressed. I'll miss that feeling of always 'having someone on my side' in the hom