Sunday, December 28, 2008

I Am An Animal Rescuer

Words that unite those of us who feel their pain and heal their scars with love and care....

I Am an Animal Rescuer
My job is to assist God's creatures
I was born with the need to fulfill their needs
I take in new family members without plan, thought, or selection
I have bought dog food with my last dime
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
and I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body

I have Animal Friends and friends who have animal friends
I don't often use the word "pet"
I notice those lost at the road side and my heart aches
I will hand raise a field mouse and make friends with a vulture
I know of no creature unworthy of my time

I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven, but I believe there are
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind
We may be master of the animals, but the animals have mastered themselves
Something people still haven't learned

War and Abuse makes me hurt for the world, but a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind
We are a quiet but determined army and making a difference ever day

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

I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done, my home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty, but my heart is always full

-Annette King Tucker-

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Who Do I Think I Am....

I watched The Breakfast Club this morning (it's a blizzard outside... me and the boys will be curled up on the lounges today) and in the beginning, principle Vernon asks the "misfits" to write an essay about who they think they are. In the end, the "nerd" writes for all of them and states... "We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us... In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions."

Those words... that line, i could not have said it better myself! For in today's society it does not matter who we think we are because people will judge us how THEY see fit. It matters not how we choose to live our lives or if we are compassionate or apathetic. If we are moral or amoral. We are judged by our look, status and affluence (or lack there of).

Society grants someone rights if she/he fits a mold or perception. It matters not if integrity plays a vital role in forming that person. It matters not if that person is golden from within... just as long as he/she is appealing from the outside. What can you really learn from a person if you base him/her by their outward appearance? What does it say about a person who will follow a trend or rules just to fit in?

Who is Dino?

Many colors define me as a whole...
Passion and compassion engulf my soul...
This drum of mine has a unique sound...
I dance with wild abandon for freedom I have found...
Deep is my ocean yet my waters are calm and clear...
I walk with head held high for there is nothing I fear...
I am taller than the mightiest redwood, odd as this may sound...
For my head reaches the clouds above yet my feet never leave the ground...

Merry Christmas, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Natal, Joyeux Noel....

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired!


Wednesday was a rough day for me. I was given the day off from work because it was slow and, well.... I have seniority (this means they ask me first if I want a day off if things are slow). I shouldn't be taking any time off right now because money is a bit tight and I need to replenish my savings account (never know when that wild hair will start tickling my arse and tell me that it's time to move on)! But typical me.... I am always down for a free day plus my good friend had the day off so I figured we would hit the gym for a workout then go to the university and play a quick game of frisbee golf.
The gym it was! I had a great workout and did my mid-week power lifts (max weight on bench press and military press and worked on my legs). After the gym we went and had a bite to eat at a local pub. I had a spinach salad and Victor had his oatmeal with eggs and toast (Victor tries hard to be a vegetarian as he knows I am a vegan and I hate to look at anything on a plate which derives from an animal. YES, I know... don't preach, but I will when I can).

The University was virtually empty due to the holiday season so no one was around to bother us as we play our very competitive game of disc golf (I won the game by 7 throws... if anyone is interested). We were about to start another round when my mobil rings... it was from the veterinary hospital. "Hey Dino, can you come into work as soon as possible? We have a woman here who just brought in her dog. She is having problems giving birth to puppies?" There goes the round of disc golf and another win for me. "I'll be there in about 25 minutes. Make sure Amber turns on the processor and tell Hannah to get the surgery suite ready for a cesarean."

First thing's first..... PLEASE SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR COMPANION ANIMAL! This is the biggest reason for overpopulation and why shelters the world over are overflowing with animals who are no longer wanted. Buying from a breeder will result in the death of a shelter animal. And now a days that dog/cat bought from a breeder has a strong possibility of ending up in a shelter anyway!

Two hours later a little 3 year old Chihuahua is now fully awake with three newborns stuck on her teats. The C-section a success and 3 of 4 pups alive and strong (the first born was what we call a water baby... the body was about twice the size of normal due to water buildup within the body and body wall. This body was preventing the birth... mother could not physically pass the pup due to its large size).

After work I go home to walk my brood. I load them in the car and head to our favourite hiking trail, Devil Mountain.... an old inactive volcano which is teeming with wildlife of all kinds (will add fotos of this spot later). During our walk I get this sharp pain in my stomach! The pain was strong enough that I had to stop walking and hunch over to try and alleviate the pain. The pain subsides within a few seconds so I continue the walk to the river (there is a river which flows directly below the volcano). After about an hour of walking around Devil Mountain we are all ready to go home (I need to take fotos of my boys in the car.... they do love car rides, almost as much as they love their hikes)!

By this time it is almost 5PM and I need to fix my boys' dinner (they get a meat based diet. this diet consists of vegetables and free range chicken. YES, I am fully aware that I am a vegan but I am also fully aware that dogs and cats need a meat based diet to stay healthy and alert. I will never deprive my companion animals of anything they need due to my personal ideals and beliefs). After I finish cooking their dinner and washing dishes, the pain in my stomach has increased in severity and length. I now am fully aware of what is going on to me and prepare myself for the worst. I am one who does not take any medication and I also avoid seeking medical attention or visiting a doctor.
A few hours later the nausea takes control and my head starts to slowly ache, you know that ache which feels like how that african drum sounds.... slow and medium beats which picks up speed and power with each passing minute. Well.... by 11PM my stomach is wanting to upload the salad I so delightfully devoured a few hours ago. BAM! The first wave hits me like a heavyweight boxer's power punch! After about 20 minutes of heaving leafy greens my stomach feels like its just finished a set of 1000 crunches coupled with 1000 leg lifts! It is very sore, perhaps more sore than my throat which feels like it's been massaged by thick sandpaper!

TWO DAYS! Two days of vomiting everything I take in orally (I am only taking in fluids such as ginger ale and gatorade). I am feeling very weak, dizzy, fully body soreness, fever, lethargy. I hate people even more than normal during days like today! I become a hermit and my poor dogs suffer because they have not been walked!
By Saturday I am feeling more like myself. No more nausea, and the dizziness and aches have gone away. I still do not have an appetite and my stomach feels like there is a softball rolling around inside of it. I am keeping down my drinks and people have become tolerable again! Perhaps Sunday will be a good day after all....

Sunday.... Today.... "Today is the greatest, day I've ever known...." I feel great! My boys notice the change in me and start their ritual dance of running back and forth to the door then to me. If they do this enough times they know I will cave-in! The next thing for them to do is to get me to put on my shoes and then put on a coat.... YES! They made me slip my shoes on and fetch my jacket! It's working! Their running wildly inside is getting their wish granted! They will be walked today... even though it is snowing like mad and the roads are treacherous!
Sunday, the day of rest and the day of healing.... well, one out of two ain't bad! You should see the smiles on my boys faces right now as they lay sleeping on the bed. The look of contentment and of happiness painted on their faces. And why shouldn't they be, after all.... daddy feels like his old self again.... OH! They also went on their hike after a three day layoff!