Funny how time drags when you’re not having fun. I can’t believe it’s been less than three weeks since “the tragedy” when it feels so much longer. It seems like a million things have happened since that I need to catch you up on, yet at the same time I feel frustrated because it feels like I’ve had the same dogs forever and nobody is going anywhere.
So what has happened in the last few weeks?
Well, for starters, the polydactyl kittens and their mama; and the Siamese mama and her two surviving babies all went and got fixed about ten days ago and are now halfway through their first weekend of adoption availability. I had not been home from the sanctuary more than one hour after dropping them off than I was called to pick up a new litter of four bottle babies. So last Saturday (a week ago today), I went and picked up four little orange tabbys — not the litter I had been called about initially, but a newer one. We’ve had them one week, lost one yesterday morning, but the other three are strong and have already moved out of every containment system I’ve designed and now have free run of my bedroom where (hopefully) they’ll be content for at least another week or two.
The day before I picked up the Weasleys however, I got a call from another CVAL foster asking if I could take on one of her fosters since she was over her limit. I had kind of decided I really didn’t want to take anyone new on until I had placed the two I still had from that “batch”, but I have very little impulse control when it comes to dogs so I went down to the pet store and picked up “Vegas.”
Rita (her stage name), is a bassett/Scotty mix (best guess), she’s a real sweetheart and a bit of a ditz. She’s got one of those “Hey I’m just happy to be here”-personalities that is very endearing. She and Remus have taken to each other nicely and are now crate-mates at night and pal around during the day. Yesterday, they got spayed/neutered together.
That means that every dog I have is now fully-adoptable. Honey, Rita, and Remus are all fixed, and Honey at least is microchipped. I’ll have to chip the other two myself, maybe tomorrow — sounds like a fun way to spend Sunday. Not to sound insensitive, but I’d really like to move them all along. I don’t know, maybe I’m still a little stung by what happened with the others and really wanting a fresh start. Plus, I somehow wound up with three adult (or almost adult) dogs, which is not really my preference. Having a bunch of adult dogs is kind of like having a bunch of kids, each has a very different personality you have to cater to — it gets a bit exhausting and you always have the nagging feeling that someone is getting the short-end of the stick (Remus, in this case). I’d just like to find them all good homes and then go back to what I feel is my strong-suit, puppy litters. But from this point forward, I’m not mixing litters. As much as I like having an ambrosia salad of puppies and forming my own non-traditional litter – there is just no way to introduce a new puppy to a litter without taking a risk, even a puppy that seems fine. I don’t want to go through that again.
So, I guess I’ve mainly spent the last three weeks hiding out in my dog house and now I need to get my butt back in gear and start working things a bit. It’s lousy to be on a roll, then brought to a screeching halt, then trying to get that momentum back but there really isn’t any alternative. There are still more dogs out there and CVAL is working hard lately on branching out and establishing relationships with the more rural animal services and that’s a great thing. Winter is coming, we’ve still got debt to pay and preparations to make. Time to get moving again. Yeah. Now if I could just get that from my head to my hands we’d be in good shape.