Tag: wanting the good life

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All Creatures Great and Small

This little booger is honestly the start of my desire to help furry animals find loving homes. From the time I got her I realized I could have never lived without her. She is my everything and there was a moment when she could have potentially ended up in the hands of someone who didn’t absolutely dote on her. I couldn’t imagine her being neglected, abandoned, abused or killed and even the incident that resulted in her broken jaw just crushed me.

When Roo came to us, abandoned on a busy, dangerous street, her tummy full of worms…oh how I loved that sweet and shy little darling. Why someone wasn’t watching that tiny baby baffles me. And after she passed suddenly, I was heartbroken.

I saw a picture of Kit on PetHarbor and went down to the Harris County shelter that day. She snuggles and seeks attention like it’s her profession. And she looks at me with so much love and I think to myself it’s crazy someone gave her up…they left her frightened and terrified at a high kill shelter at only 12 weeks old. Yes, she’s lucky because I came and gave her a loving home with an abundance of kisses and cushy places to sleep with a helicopter mom who’s always watching over her.

Now there’s Pvt. Caboose who was a stray, starving and covered in mange until he somehow ended up at Barc. We’re still in that puppy stage where I spend most my time yelling “No! Stop, don’t do that!” but goodness is he sweet and quirky with his bunny hop jump and the way he runs and jumps on you just to give you kisses before running back to play.

But there are a lot of animals who don’t make it into a better situation they just make it to dead. They get run over on the street, killed in any number of awful ways by cruel, abusive people or “humanely euthanized” (which is just a pretty way of saying “killed in way that eases someone’s conscious”). It makes me so incredibly sad that they aren’t getting to love and be loved when their days are cut short for these senseless reasons. The number of lives that could be enriched, those sweet little moments that are lost forever due to a system that just doesn’t value life. In any capacity really, but as I look at my babies sleeping soundly next to me and I know that this is my passion.

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Dreaming of the Good Life

I spend a lot of time dreaming about this ideal life that I’ll have once I’ve moved far into the wilderness and built my hobbit hole. In all my research, I’ve looked for every possible advantage for creating a self-sustaining, self-contained, eco-friendly, off-the-grid dream house.

There’s the way the light will filter into the kitchen, the spaciousness of my living room, the comfortable layout of my studio or the back porch swing that overlooks some water feature (maybe a pond or creek or both). My enormous wind chimes reverberate like miniature church bells and I can hear the birds instead of neighbors. At night, the sky is clear and you can actually see the stars.

Sleek and modern, yet old world charm highlights the arches and curves painted my favorite cheery colors. I invite over guests to stay for vacation (I know it’s such a long drive) and we marvel over how relaxing it is to exist without chasing material goods and wants. We pontificate why we haven’t evolved our society to something so wonderfully simple and laid back. We don’t have lots of money, but it seems so silly to need it when we already have so much.

Sure, there is work to be done. Food to harvest from the garden, eggs gathered from the chickens, goods to produce for income and general housekeeping. It’s not exactly easy work and yet, at the end of it, comes a satisfaction that life is good.

Sometimes it is good to dream, sometimes it’s just sad that the cost is so high.

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