On fostering

This was posted by someone over in a lab forum that I hang out in

I am the bridge between what was and what can be.
I am the pathway to a new life.
I am made of mush, because my heart melted when I saw you
Matted and sore, limping, depressed, lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.
For one little time you are mine. I will feed you with my own hand
I will love you with my whole heart, I will make you whole.
I am made of steel
Because when the time comes,
When you are well and sleek,
When your eyes shine,
And your tail wags with joy-
Then comes the hard part.
I will let you go– not without a tear, But without a regret.
For you are safe forever. A new dog needs me now.
By Diane Morgan

Meet Hannah!

Hannah and I will be manning the Wild Heir Lab Rescue booth at SEWE on Sunday, so if you’re in the area, stop by and say hi! We’ll be in Marion Square in the Conservation Tent (if you don’t see us there, we’re probably wandering around).
You might also catch us wandering around Brittlebank park checking out the Dock Dogs action on Saturday afternoon. That will depend on how I feel after my volunteer shift at the Aquarium and if I feel like being dragged around by three dogs at the park.
She can’t wait to meet you!

Random walk through the Blogroll

I’m quite literally clicking random links in the blogroll for this.

Ok, back to the salt mines for me.

I am so doomed.

There’s a Cold Stone Creamery opening up in South Windermere in the spot Dolittles moved out of.
This is going to be like when I was living around the corner from the Haagen Daaz back home. At least back then I was running and cycling more than I am now.
Doomed, doomed I say!

Why Blog?

LCB asks:

Why do you have a blog?

I first started keeping a journal because of Doogie Howser.

Yeah, I hear some of you snickering back there. Laugh if you will, but I always thought the computer journal thing at the end of each episode was pretty neat.

My journal started off as just a simple database using Appleworks on my Apple ][e. Then it changed to a series of notebooks (most of which have since been tossed out by my parents in the Great Cleaning they did a few years ago) during my undergrad and grad school days.

Now I blog.

To me, blogging is just an extension (a very public one at that) of journaling. To others it’s something else, but to me just an online journal. Since I’m just really bad at picking up the phone and calling people (emailing and IM’ing too), I use my blog to let people know what I’m up to, talk about or show off anything interesting I encounter and spill out some of the random things that the voices in my head tell mecross my mind.

That’s why I keep a blog.