giving at easter

untitledIn anticipation of this religious holiday, I was going to do my usual lead-up-to posts. From crafts, to recipes, to outfits, all things fun and cutesy for my readers. However, today I’ve chosen to swap out my 10 best Easter recipe post for one that is a little more meaningful.

Not too long ago, a story came to light in the news that I have been following very closely:

“Life was tough for 12 dachshunds before they arrived at the Saskatchewan SPCA earlier this month.

The neglected wiener dogs were rescued from a residence in Saskatchewan. Another eight dachshunds were rescued but had injuries that were too severe and couldn’t be saved. 

“Improper shelter, inadequate food or water and medical care not being provided, so these guys came to us and they were in poor shape,” Saskatoon SPCA executive director Patricia Cameron said. 

The survivors now need a lot of help, she said.

“All of the dogs need dental care and its going to actually amount to about $20,000 dollars, so we are appealing to the community to help these dogs.”

An investigation into what happened to these dogs is ongoing.”

– CBCNews, Saskatoon

untitled1This story really hit home with me, not only because because our own Holly is a Corgi/Dachshund mix, but because we also rescued her from the SPCA. I could never imagine doing this to her, let alone 20 little Dachshunds. So, because of Easter, and the sad nature of this tale, I’ve decided to donate money to the fundraiser for these Dachshunds and their medical bills. I’ve chosen Holy Guacamole in particular. He has the least amount raised so far, and has a cherry eye (just like Holly). You can see the Racing to a New Life campaign here.

You don’t have to donate to any organization this Easter, but I wholly encourage it. It doesn’t have to be to this fundraiser specifically, either. The possibilities are endless. There are a ton of local charities in every city and state on a global scale. If you do chose a rescue organization for animals though, think of it as the Easter Bunny visiting them in the shelter or their foster homes.

11102690_10153190998789443_807411854597704518_nHave an enjoyable and joyous weekend, everyone! See you on Easter Sunday.

<3

Emory

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Adoption2Lately, I’ve been pining for another dog. It seems to be that I experience the infamous ‘two-year-itch’ not in relationships, but with animals. We owned Holly for two years and one month before we adopted Truman. In turn, we’ve had Truman for twenty-three months. Now, for the past few weeks, my heart has been yearning for another pet.

On the Saturday following Black Friday, two local rescue organizations hosted two different Adoption Days. Somehow, I had managed to get the day off. My husband and I loaded up our dogs into the vehicle, and in addition to running errands, ended up attending both of these events. It was a high of -20°C that day, and felt more like -40°C. If it wasn’t for the two events, I wouldn’t have left the house.

Adoption5At first, Geoffrey was against adding to our pet family. He had even refused to come inside the first Adoption Day. He sat in the vehicle with the dogs while I went inside. A few minutes later, I get a call on my cellphone, and there he was. I felt so happy. 

Adoption3We bought some coffee and baking and made a donation to the organization, We All Need A Rescue. Then we walked around, played with the rescue dogs, talked to other interested individuals, and ran out to the vehicle to check on our own dogs.

I always find these events to be such an eye opening experience. I long to give each and every dog a home. Yet, considering that there were over 80 of them needing a rescue, that would be impossible.

Adoption4After leaving, Geoffrey admitted that he would like another dog. I said that I wanted two more. We settled on possibly getting just one. 

Adoption8New Hope Rescue’s Adoption Day was next on our list. We had attended one of their events last year. You can see that post here. It was very different this time around, and felt more like a madhouse. The greenhouse was also hosting a Christmas craft sale. It was next to impossible to actually get to see any of the dogs, but I did play with one and talk to her foster dad for quiet awhile. She was gorgeous. 

Adoption9We finally made it home later that afternoon. I was exhausted and overwhelmed. I felt like we did our part in donating to these shelters, but was also feeling guilty for not being able to help them all out.

Adoption11The next day, I went to the SPCA Shelter to take one more look. Of all the organizations that we had just seen, the SPCA is the one that makes me feel the most guilty and sick to my stomach. Here, they do not have foster homes, and the animals look incredibly on edge in their little cells that are often dirty. I did fall in love with a beautiful girl named Cora that was ready to go home that day. However, until our house is completed, we can’t adopt anyone just yet.

Adoption10After being hit with the reality that we aren’t quite ready to take in another animal, coupled with the fact that I wouldn’t know which one to choose, I’m beginning to come to the realization that maybe my two-year-itch will have to go unfulfilled. Truman is finally out of his puppy stage, and Holly probably doesn’t have many more years ahead of her. Right now, our lives are bordering on contentment. Do I really want to change that? (Yes, I do!)

In the meantime, and until we are ready, I’ll just keep donating to these shelters. 

<3

Emory

1095 Days With Holly.

PHOTO_1.jpgPHOTO_3.jpgPHOTO_2.jpgPHOTO_4.jpg PHOTO_6.jpg PHOTO_5.jpgThis is Holly Golightly.

Holly was heavily pregnant and wandering the snowy streets in Alberta, Canada before she was found and taken to the SPCA. She came in wearing a collar that read Suzy, yet no one had ever come to claim her. The shelter kept Holly long enough to deliver her litter of eight before weaning them off of her milk and putting them up for adoption. They chose to separate Holly from her puppies, and to our knowledge, she never saw any of them again. My husband and I went into the shelter just before Christmas. We weren’t looking to go home with a dog that night, but we read Holly’s story and noticed how everyone was fawning over the puppies. Holly was alone, underweight, shivering, and yet, still so beautiful. There was no question in our minds that it was her that we would be taking home, and that she would become our best present to one another that year.

We do not know Holly’s exact age, but we assume that she is around nine years old. We have had her for three of those wonderful years, and have chosen to treat her adoption day as her birthday. Even though it turns out that Holly was born with chronic health problems, we love her more for being our special girl. In true Audrey Hepburn form, happy birthday, dahling. We love you more than anything.

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