A dog wedding: Yes, I am planning a wedding for my dog so another dog does not get forgotten, tied up and left out to basically fend for himself, spending time with only his solitude and the hope of someone remembering him.
I am planning a wedding for my dog so that gas can get put in the car of a transport volunteer so that the dog tied up and left out to basically fend for himself has someone to save him.
I am planning a wedding for my dog so that 100 people can come together, many of them with their dogs, and celebrate the joy dogs give us and so that a dog tied up and left to basically fend for himself has hope.
On June 28, 2013, my dog is getting married. Freddy, I hope you can attend.
On March 1, 2013, my heart broke into tiny little pieces. I am heavily immersed in the pet industry and I have found my passion, my calling, and when I say my heart beats dog, I mean it. It also bleeds dog and breaks dog, especially when I see requests like the one I received tonight land in my email cyberbox.
“Urgent Foster needed in Connecticut. Freddy is tied to a dog house 24/7 the owner no longer wants him. He cries for attention. A concerned neighbor has got the owner to agree to give him up. He is 8 years old. Please help us find a foster so he doesn’t spend another cold and lonely night tied to a dog house.”
I was ready to get in my car tonight with a family member and my dog and head to Connecticut. You know that storm that fell in the northeast a few weeks ago and pummeled the northeast with feet of snow? Freddy was left outside in it.
So I am planning a wedding for my dog so that Freddy has people who give a damn come out and help him and cut that leash. I am mad, I am aggravated, and I take to my blog. I was ready to take to the highway. Someday I might. There are a lot of Freddy dogs in the world. Left alone, forgotten, neglected, and hoping someone will step up.
My dog’s bride lives in Connecticut. She was rescued by Life’s Little Paws the day she was scheduled to be euthanized. Indeed: From death’s door to a princess wedding, as her mom so eloquently states.
Freddy, you are not forgotten. I sit here with tears streaming at the anger I have that someone found it normal to tie a Cocker Spaniel outside and let him live there like a forgotten lawn ornament.
That isn’t normal. Dogs getting married might not be normal. But dammit, it is when there are Freddys out there in the world and waiting for a rescue like Life’s Little Paws to save him from the ignorance of some people. ‘
For all the Freddys out there, this wedding, my passion, and my heart beating dog until the day I die are all for you.
By the way, I am helping Freddy out financially. It’s the least I can do when these heroes of the world step up and bring innocent lives into their own. If you want to chip in to help dogs like Freddy, send a few bucks to Life’s Little Paws. You’d be amazed how even $5 or $10 goes a long way.
Hug your dog, folks. The more people I meet, the more I like my dog, it’s true. But the more people in the world like those who rescue and foster… the more we can help dogs like Freddy.
This one’s for you, little guy. You won’t be sleeping in the freezing cold tonight, my friend. Never again. I’m following up on you.
By the way, I want more people to know about this so we’re participating in this Saturday’s Pet Blog Hop, hosting by Life With Dogs, Two Little Cavaliers and Confessions of the Plume. If you’d like to participate, please follow the rules and follow your three hosts, add your blog to the Linky and copy and paste the html code into your html editor. Thanks again to our hosts for doing this hop and allowing me in.