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Monday is a nice sunny day. I feel less frustrated and begin thinking: Is it a good idea to put Zoe through yet another change of environment? Will Liana be home all day to deal with a dog who is more than skittish . . . more like scared to death of everything? Worst-case scenario: What if she doesn't become socialized and has to be euthanized? What is best for Zoe?

I discuss the situation with VetteMan, who opines about my Messianic Complex . . . and reminds me that I can't save them all. On the other hand, we think it would be good to at least give Zoe a chance to improve her socialization skills. (I figure they can't deteriorate!). And perhaps she is just the "project" I need at the moment; due to circumstances entirely under my control, I had canceled the trip Rico & I had planned to undertake this week to visit my Mother in Arizona.

I also discuss the situation a bit with a cyberfriend in Canada who specializes in fostering (and keeping) Airedales with special needs and Senior Airedales, Maureen Scott.

So I email both Shell & Liana with my proposal to longterm foster Zoe, and they both approve my change in their plans.




I was once asked why I would put
so much effort into saving one dog.

My answer . . .



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THE STARFISH

Once upon a time there was a wise man
who used to go to the ocean to do his writing.
He had a habit of walking on the beach
before he began his work.

One day he was walking along the shore.
As he looked down the beach,
he saw a human figure
moving like a dancer.

He smiled to himself to think of someone
who would dance to the day.
So he began to walk faster to catch up.

As he got closer,
he saw that it was a young man
and the young man wasn't dancing,
but instead he was reaching down to the shore,
picking up something
and very gently throwing it into the ocean.

As he got closer he called out,
"Good morning! What are you doing?"

The young man paused,
looked up and replied,
"Throwing starfish in the ocean."

"I guess I should have asked,
why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?"

"The sun is up and the tide is going out.
And if I don't throw them in they'll die."

"But, young man, don't you realize
that there are miles and miles of beach
and starfish all along it.
You can't possibly make a difference!"

The young man listened politely.
Then he bent down,
picked up another starfish
and threw it into the sea,
past the breaking waves and said,

"It made a difference for that one."


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Now I have time to think: How can I keep Zoe out in the world so that she gets used to it? Crates are no good: she cries and howls and yells . . . and what is the point of being in another cave, anyway? I'm not tying her up . . . she would just pull out and again, what is the point of that? I need a way to keep her with me, but still have my hands free so I can continue to live my life, including writing these webpages.

I remember the pouch I had purchsed two years ago to use for Rico on his first trip to Arizona! Perfect! Not only does she seem to like riding in it, she falls asleep in it . . . in fact, we both take a nap in the afternoon; I suppose sleeping is the only life she knows, other than having litters (she still evinces no interest in toys, or the other dogs, other than to GRUMBLEGROWL at them if they get too close to her).

Ph

Zoe in her pouch
("Can we say 'kangaroo' and 'joey'?")

Andréa
("Is this what it feels like to be pregnant?")

Rico in his Western Duds
("I thought we were going to Arizona?")

Ph

Not the usual "Madonna and Child" . . . but as close as I'll ever get!



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