Where have I been?

Dealing with this 

Between T-giving and C-mas we found a pretty little girl who was shot and left for dead in northern MN (that's the tundra for those of you not from here.) The group I work with rallied around her and managed to raise $15,000 for her medical care. The major university in town used experimental surgery to remove portions of her stomach and she is expected to live a hearty fully life. Sweet huh? Because we were picked up on 4 local stations and CNN, it has been CrAzY here for the volunteers.

But since we saved a life, I'm imaging I'll be forgiven right?

Take a look at Miss Orphan Annie, how cute is she?

There is a local car dealership that is donating all of their space for a HUGE party for everyone to meet her, people  have been sewing her coats to keep her warm in the sub-zero temps since most of her fur was shaved off, donations have come from as far as TX and NY. It's been a crazy response, but makes me feel so good that for all the crappy people I meet in this line of work that there are some great ones out there. 

Not Funny Today

I don't know whether to cry or scream. It's cases like this that break my tender dog-loving heart. I got an email yesterday with a bio of dog who needs rescue help. (pics at the end of the post) I took one look at his pictures and felt like damning all of mankind to hell. That a human could take a 10 year old sweet baby and throw him out into the wilderness with no food or water and watch as infection slowly overtakes his chest and neck is beyond me. This poor pumpkin has been in so much pain but at the same time is so sweet and loving. I just don't understand the human psyche. What in their minds made that ok? Most importantly, why do we as the dominate species in this world allow this to happen? How can the people in charge of this country not stand up and say, "What the hell? Let's punish people for this!" But they don't.

Don't get me wrong, I see this stuff a lot unfortunately. But this one really gets me. I think it's his eyes and sweet nature. We can't take him in ourselves but I did find a lovely foster home for him to recuperate in. Sadly one of our vets also think he has cancer. Arg. Stories like this sometimes make me question my life in rescue. 

But then you just look into those beautiful eyes and you can just tell that they are saying thank you. 

And you go back for the next one. 

Warning: slightly graphic pics