About danielle
I am a rescue mom and school teacher. Gerry came to me from Texas, after he "failed" as a hunting dog. He had NOT had an easy life. I was three years divorced, and we saved each other. Last week I learned he has osteosarcoma. Our world feels upside down...while everyone else is right side up.
We promise!
Thank you! I’ve been going forth and back about adopting right now. On Gerry’s anniversary, I was quite open , and positive minded and reached out to NorthShore American League in NY, on Long Island about two possible rescues. I was HUGELY disappointed with the manager’s delay in getting back to me, and his totally ignoring my second response. Long story short, I am still considering withdrawing my monthly contribution to them, and redirecting it elsewhere. An overall, (perhaps “one off”) bad experience. However, in my sentimental state, it made a much bigger stateMENT.
Thus, I looked more local, and filled out an application to a foster home group very near where I live. I was accepted after references were checked and I spoke to a head rep. I have a years worth of “credibility” if I put in an application.
However, now I’m feeling hesitant, with the inspiration gone, and the winter coming, as well as, adopting a dog that I have to accept for NOT being anything or close to anything “like: my first boy. (Sometimes I think ignorance IS bliss. I’m too preventative for my own good!).
So please, keep loving your dogs for me. Pray that I don’t make a hasty decision. As my neighbors, and loved ones have pointed out to me recently…Gerry ‘ruined’ me for another rescue, because he came from such a hard knock’s life, and turned into a mellow, yellow, ‘just please touch me’ dog, with habits and a temperament that would make anyone envious.
I can’t (although innately WANT) the same situation. I pray that my soul, in combination with my common/women’s second sense interpretation of a situation, doesn’t get out of hand. I DON’T want to adopt on impulse, yet, in a way, there is No other WAY!
I am too smart for my own good, in only some matters…whilst extremely impetuous on others. A dog, however,
is a future family member,
and I can not be hasty….Saint Francis and Tripawd’s Nation, please pray for me!