I took my camera today ready to shoot photos of the dogs I wrote about last night. It was my intention to write something profound and touching so that I would get twenty or thirty emails from people wanting to adopt the pups. I'm actually quite good at this kind of email persuasion/coaxing/treachery. When I was the president of the Telephone Pioneers (an organization that helps the needy) several years ago, I had a knack for picking just the right cause. The family who had lost everything in a fire - a single parent that got laid off the week before Christmas - a child that was ill or in need of assistance. I had an email list of several thousand people who worked for the telephone company and I would get in a quite place and gather my thoughts and when I'd worked it out in my mind, I'd write an email that reached down deep into the hearts of good and kind people. The donations always came pouring in. We managed to help some very needy people and it felt good to be able to do it.
I was ready to write one such email on behalf of the abandoned pups on the side of the road but when I came to the place where they have been living, they were gone. The water bowl was gone and there was no sign of the pups. Apparently there is another dog lover around here with a soft heart.
Not just anybody is willing to adopt stray dogs. For one thing it can be expensive because in most cases the animals have been abused and/or neglected. They need a bath, shots, medicine and who knows what else before they even get home. Then there is that period of time when you have to spend a great deal of time trying to undo the damage done by the people who dropped the dogs off. That's actually the fun part because it involves a great deal of petting. I personally think someone who would abuse/neglect an animal is lower than snail poop.
I am thankful that someone made the effort to help these particular pups. I love it when a plan comes together.
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