under the tuscan sun

2.jpgHappy Monday, friends! In the recent months, I’ve been writing much about my love for my dogs and the role that they play in my life. Being an animal lover is something that I have inherited from my mum. Below is a story that not only was written by my mum, but is one that I feel needs to be told. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do. :-)))

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Emory

1.jpg“Is anybody old enough to remember the novel Black Beauty? Classic. At the end of the book, Beauty, a twenty-something broken down horse, a shadow of his former spirited self, is sold for pennies and sent to his last home. A groomer sees him and stops in his tracks. He pats the horse and tells him he looks like Beauty, a colt he knew years ago.

“Now my true story: my Tuscan started his career on the racetrack, twenty-one years ago. He was sold many times as a jumper. The last owners were going to euthanize him as he couldn’t jump anymore. He lives here. With me. As my new farrier and I were trimming hooves I called Tuscan over. The farrier looked over and in disbelief said, “Tuscan? Tuscan! It IS you!” He had put shoes on Tuscan all those years ago when he was racing and had never seen him again.

“He has since trimmed Tuscan many times since that incredible meeting. He says my big guy looks great, and this chance meeting gives me shivers. My Tuscan is a lamb. And he has stolen my heart.”

MaryAnn

who will rescue you

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_3.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_6.jpgIMG_7.jpg IMG_8.jpgIMG_9.jpg IMG_10.jpgLast Sunday, one of our local animal rescue organizations hosted a St. Patrick’s Day fundraiser. They chose a greenhouse as their venue, and although they were mostly confined to the lobby, with the amount of dogs and foster parents that were present they ended up taking over the entire building. My husband and I were skeptical about going, only because I have never been able to visit a shelter without leaving with a new family member. My own mother learned this the hard way when one act of volunteer work at the Humane Society turned into an adoption of a Saint Bernard named Dolly. I was worried that I was going to adopt a dog that day, while Geoffrey was worried that I was going to adopt a dog that day. Yet, we wanted to show our support for those animals that were looking for their forever homes. I put my own emotions aside for the afternoon, and we made our way over to the fundraiser.

What an amazing event. The volunteers had really put a lot of work into different ways to raise money for the organization. There were treats for humans and animals, merchandise, and a 50/50 draw. Each adoptable dog was dressed up in green and photographed individually for the website. The foster parents were all very friendly and encouraged you to ask about the available dogs even if you were not looking to adopt. The fact that the greenhouse also doubles as a pet store made it an even more fitting choice for a venue. My parents made it there before we did. Afterwards, my mum and I got to talk about which dogs we wanted to adopt. To my husband’s relief, we did walk away empty handed. I think the luck of the Irish was with him that day. He most definitely will not be so fortuitous the next time around.

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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  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife and mother to three (two on earth and one in heaven). This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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