Twas the night…

Yes, it was a night like no other here at the farm.  As I watch you in your new bed, you are at peace and now warm and comfy, not on the concrete floor without a blanket.  Your dreams have gone from uncertainty to a future.  You are now in a place where people love you as you now can trust people again and always. Destiny awaits you with new loving parents and possibly a dog and kids to play with who will welcome you and maybe even to there bed.

I saw the sparkle in your eyes and the smile on your face right from the start and saw you change from a scared little girl to someone who has hope, faith, and a fresh start.  I watched you the day you came to us and saw you run, actually run with all your heart, just to keep up with the other dogs, and you weren't as fast, but you had fun trying. 

You acclimated into our rescue family is just a few hours, and I know you were unsure of what would happen next because your past was so unstable and scary.  You met new friends and companions and loved each one of them as they love you, but this time it was different.  You got to wrestle and tumble in the middle of our floor and run up and down the stairs when you scampered through the house.  Something you didn’t know how to do until you watched the other dogs go up and down, and you did too. 

You learned many new things in just a few days.  A bath is good even though it is a little scary, but it gets the dirt, shelter smell, and any little critters off, and now you are clean and safe with a clean start, something not everyone gets like some of the dogs you knew.  I will never forget walking out the shelter and hearing the other dogs bark that was left behind.  Did they wonder where you were going, you have seen other dogs go with someone before, and it didn’t end very well.

When I arrived at the shelter, it was busy, and people were going and coming at a quick pace.  Walking into the “dog” room, as usual, I heard the barking before I went through the door and even smelled the urine, feces, and antiseptic before I went in.  A little dog was crouched in the corner with her eyes covered, hiding from the world and everything around her and it was you.  

All but given up
I went into your 3 by 5 kennel with only one empty water and food bowl.  Setting on the floor with my back to the gate, I patted the floor, and you wanted to come to me but was scared.  When you did, I cried.  You licked my hand as to thank me, and I thanked you for not giving up.  I ask God how does this happen but was answered; it didn't this time she was saved.   Twas this night occurs at the farm frequently and every week throughout the year.  To many, it is just another night but to this dog, little did she know that the night before, sleeping on the bare cold concrete floor, was a special night.  Twas the night before rescue…

Twas the night before Christmas and the shelter was dark,
The whole place was silent, not even a bark.
The dogs were locked in their pens for the night,
The staff had gone home and turned out the light.

As I lay my head down on the cold concrete floor,
I fondly recalled the home I had before.
The family I loved who loved me right back,
We'd shared everything from a secret to a snack.

Things couldn't be better at this time last year,
But that has all changed, and now I am here.
I won't see the tree, the lights or the snow,
I'm scared and alone, my spirits are low.

Others like me were put up for adoption,
A new home for me isn't an option.
We've been locked up in cells as if we're all crooks,
We don't deserve homes because of our looks.

While families celebrate with holiday cheer,
I know in my heart that my end is near.
The vet will arrive, the lights will go on,
By the time you awake, we all will be gone.

A stranger will come and take me away,
I'll never awake to see the next day.
As I at last close my eyes I won’t shed a tear,
The fond memories, with you, I'll always keep near.

-- Author Unknown

I'll show her...

Elaine left Thursday afternoon to see her father, and she will stay the night with him.  She will then drive further south and spend the weekend with her daughter in another state and won’t be back until Sunday night.  Elaine is making her rounds to see family, and I will stay home and take care of things  Well you know what that means,  It means, I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING…

I have 11 dogs to watch, and it has rained for two days, it’s muddy and still raining, but it will clear up Sunday night of course, when she gets home.  What do you do with 11 dogs when it rains solidly for the entire time, and of course, there needs to be potty time in the rain.  We have a wraparound porch, but if I let them out, they can go as needed and come back to cover.  Great idea, but Dog Dad is required to be with them when they go so they can look at me, so I grab my galoshes, raincoat and hat we take a walk, and you know what that means… I get to dry off 11 dogs and then do a load of laundry.

Yes, I'm right here
Usually, when Elaine is home, some dogs will stay with each of us.  She has her pack, and I have mine, well… until she gets back, I have a big pack of critters that hang on every word and movement I make, and you know what that means, there is not a bed big enough for all the dogs and I will get very little sleep. I’ll fix her…

I’m one of those guys that don’t like to be by myself.  Just knowing that someone is here keeps me comfortable and I like the company, and when she leaves, I feel even more responsible to keep things in shape, the burden lies with me, and I am in charge so to speak, so to speak…

“I’ll fix her” is my motto, I’ll show her…  As I go through the house, I’ll vacuum the steps and floors, that will teach her.  I’ll catch all the laundry up, she’ll be sorry, and I’ll even clean out the refrigerator and wipe the inside out, she’ll know I’m upset.  The coup de grace will be when I clean out the pantry, I'm sure she won't mind.

As the evening wears on, I am exhausted after dusting, washing, wiping and doing all the chores.  The dogs watched the whole time because it was raining and nasty outside.  I only got wet a few times taking them for a long walk, and when it stopped, I used fewer towels, and the sun came out.  After a restful night, everyone slept soundly and even slept in a little later than usual and realized tomorrow is another day…

Tomorrow is another day
What makes things work best for me when she leaves for several days is to plan ahead.  You purchase pre-made meals that you can microwave and have ready in minutes and with paper plates or just using the container it comes in, that makes it fast and easy and clean up is a breeze.  Stock up on your favorite non-alcoholic beverage, and that makes the night more enjoyable keeping the chill off.

Keeps the chill off

All in all, things worked out, and we made it, you learn as you go and life is good.  The house is clean, and she'll be sorry for missing all the fun but maybe next time.  I just have one question when she gets back, "where do you keep the toilet paper?"  Ken

The Christmas Present...

Many years ago, my sister bought my mother a very special Christmas present.  Diane had a small dog, and my mother seemed to like it and Diane thought she would share the joy and love to Mom.  Diane would have topped everyone’s present by giving the “best” Christmas present ever.  I remember the day as if it was yesterday.  The celebration was in full swing when my sister arrived with the bundle of “Joy.”

To say my mother was surprised was an understatement.  The look on her face would stop a freight train, and a forced smile came upon her face, not wanting to hurt my sisters feeling she took the dog.  After everything wound down that evening there was poop and pee in various areas to clean up and Mom was exhausted from chasing her new family member around the house.

While Diane thought it was a great idea and it would give Mom some company, it wasn't.  Later, Mom told me "if I wanted a dog, I would buy one."  The day after Christmas, Mom called my sister and told her to pick the dog up and return it to the pet store.  The incident was never spoken of by anyone in my family again.  I guess my Christmas present was the show-stopper.  Mom loved her new kitchen rugs I got her, and I got to see them often.

When we bred Border Collie puppies, it was a magical time to be with them as they grew and I loved to see them go to their new home full of love and energy.  One year, we had Christmas pups, it was not planned, but you can’t control those girls.  They were born in the middle of September which meant they could go home around Christmas.  As a past detective, I’ve got that gut feeling that something is not right and with one of the future pup owners I had it.  We always screen our prospective owners, but that feeling was there.  The day before he was to pick up his pup for the kids, I called him and told him my thought and that it would not be a good idea to get the pup.  After much begging, he wanted to talk in person, and he came over.  After much talk, and as we were walking, he put his arm around me and said: “I promise you I will do everything I can do to give your pup a good home, besides, what will I tell the boys.”  One year later, I got that call, the pup was coming home.  He did, and he was a train wreck and even bit me when I tried to work with him.  

I have beat myself up a thousand times, and I promised myself it will never happen again and it didn’t.  I worked for months trying to fix all the wrong in the dog.  He would not approach me, much less let me touch him for weeks.  Once while I was sitting in the floor in the same room he approached me, I turned my head away and bowed.  He licked my face, and I knew there was hope.  Years later and with much work, he succeeded in life.

With the Christmas season coming up, from experience, don’t surprise anyone with a dog.  Everyone needs to know what is going on and is on board with the entire process, even children.  Dogs are expendable to some, and that’s where we come in.  Some dogs Clancy’s Dream brings in has issues of some sorts, and it’s a lack of love, attention, and exercise.  It's never the dog but the past owner.  They are given all of it here, and they live happy lives.  The other strong suggestion I can give is never to purchase a dog from a Pet Store.  While they look beautiful and healthy, their parents are sitting in a cage and will live their entire life there.  As of 2017 in Indiana alone, there are over 200 puppy mills and over 6,700 adult dogs trapped, and that’s only what they know about.  They only exist because people purchase the dogs...    Ken

~Author unknown

T'was the night before Christmas, when all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there.

The children all nestled snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mom in her kerchief and I in my cap
Knew the dog was cold but didn't care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Clause with his eyes full of tears.

He unchained the dog once so lively and quick
Last year's Christmas present now painfully sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name
and the dog ran to him despite all his pain.

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen
On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen.
To the top of the porch to the top of the wall
Let's find this dog a home where he will be loved by all.

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa had made one thing quite clear.
The gift of a dog is not just for the season
We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons.

In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing we missed
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.

And I heard him explain as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't given a gift, you were given a life

They Grow...

At times we get dogs into Clancy’s Dream Rescue that could be compared to a blank sheet of paper no matter how old they are.  What I mean, there is no structure or obedience, and some are just a bundle of joy bouncing everywhere, but others come with a heavy heart.  Here are a few things I have observed.

From the dog's point of view.

I have learned that there is more space than a 6-foot area of dirt and a chain
I have learned that you can keep warm in the winter
I have learned you can go into the house
I have learned I can eat every day
I have learned to go up and down stairs
I have learned what a human is
I have learned what a toy is
I have learned what a bath is
I have learned what other dogs are
I have learned what peace is
I have learned what trust is
I have learned what hope is
I have learned what love is

When you rescue a dog, it can be overwhelming, and every time, I get a queasy stomach because of what we run into.  Each dog is different and reacts in many ways.  Some are eager to see you, and some are apprehensive, but most haven’t a clue of how their life is about to chance.  Every point of view, I have seen and some I have seen them all.  As most of us are dog lovers, we may have never seen these points of view and can’t imagine ever seeing them, but in my world, I have.  I can tell you when I go to a shelter, I will whisper to the All Mighty, “Please let me be able to save this dog.”  And when the dog is in the car, I have cried to him, “how can this happen because it was to bad.”

From my point of view.

I have seen you run at the farm, something you have never done
I have learned that you love to be in the house and sleep in the bed  
I have fed you every day
I have taught you to go up and down stairs
I have seen you love humans
I have seen you play with a toy
I have given you a bath
I have seen you play with other dogs
I have seen you at peace
I have seen you trust
I have seen you now have hope
I have learned what love is

Doing this rescue thing can be hard at times, there is never an easy one, and some are more complicated than others.  I have literally seen a dog run for the first time off lead or have a soft bed that is not the ground but is usually is in our bed.  They are safe inside the house during the rain and not sleeping in the snow.  You would be surprised because of their lack of socialization that it’s hard for them to meet strangers and most don’t know how to go up or down a set of stairs.  Once they do it, it’s usually Okay, but the easiest way for me is to pick them up, holding them tight and speaking softly, set them down in the middle with them.  Once there I talk and encourage them to move, and they do.  When the pack goes up or down the next time, without any hesitation, the new dog will follow.

It’s heartwarming to see a dog blossom into something that would benefit there life and the life of there new dog parents after the rescue, and sometimes it’s pretty easy, and at times it takes a little longer.   The most difficult situations are when you can’t help a dog and unfortunately, we can’t.  Monday morning I am traveling to eastern Indiana to evaluate a dog as we do every week to see if it fits into our program and as I sit in the car getting ready to go in, I will whisper to the All Mighty, “Please let me be able to save this dog.”   Ken


The Nellie Effect...


They say that every day is important in your life, but some days have meanings that will last a lifetime or longer.  On October 16, 2018, of this year, Nellie, Daughter of Clancy, and Dutchess was coming home.

During Nellie's lifetime, we would take our dogs to herd sheep with Nellie at Shady Creek Farm, where she lived with her owner Karen Newhall.  She was the star attraction and was envied by every dog and every dog owner.  She had flair and zeal in her work and took command of the ewes, lambs, and rams, cutting and dividing them into manageable lots for their transportation and health check-ups nearly daily.  She could run and separate them from signals that Karen would give her, doing precisely what she was told.  As a sheepdog, she was the best.

Nellie was more… She would work hard with all of her heart, and after each session of herding, she would always cool off in the water trough. After a quick soak and drink, Nellie would be ready for a spirited game of ball or Frisbee with her pals.  Not only was she good at her natural craft, but she was also a teacher and mentor for those dogs wanting to know and learn her skills.  She was in her element in the field with the sheep, no matter what the weather was, and was always ready to do her God gifted chores on the farm.

Nellie and Clancy at Shady Creek Farm are now working together again.
But, there is still more to this story…  Nellie was a natural Dock Diver and would sail off a Dock or diving board, showing everyone around her how it's done.  She was also a registered Pet Therapy dog with Pet Partners and was one of the first dogs to enter the doors at Riley Children's Hospital in Indianapolis as a Pet Therapy dog. 

Nellie, May 25, 2015
 Nellie would comfort the children on the Oncology ward, helping them and their parents who were suffering so much. At times, Nellie was with them at the end of life visits.  Being a fixture for several years, Nellie was often requested by the children who would spend an extended time at the hospital, and she became best friends with "her" kids, and they patiently waited for her each week.
On one visit to Riley Children's Hospital, a Nurse came and asked:" can I steal your dog?" She took Nellie to a private area where only the Doctors and Nurses were allowed to go and laid down on the floor with her.  Because of her stressful day on the Oncology ward, the nurse felt overwhelmed and sobbed into Nellie's fur. Nellie always made a difference with everyone she touched, helping the lives of others.

Nellie with her family
Nellie was always associated with the farm and has come into the folds of Clancy's Dream. "The Nellie's Effect" has been formally set up through Clancy's Dream to be a driving force to help dogs with cancer and to assist their owner's through the treatment of this horrible disease. Nellie's second cause is reimbursing the fees associated with a Border Collie becoming a registered Pet therapy dog through Pet Partners.  Together Nellie and Clancy will spread their love and be able to help even more of our beloved breed.  
Karen Newhall with Ruby and Nellie
Karen, the owner of Nellie, has spent over 25 years developing therapeutic medicines for companion animals, the last 16 years at Elanco Animal Health.  Elanco has a strong commitment to developing and nurturing the Human-Animal Bond through their business and as a social cause.  They are a corporate sponsor of Pet Partners and have cultivated an employee based group of registered pet therapy teams that serve central Indiana. These teams visit Elanco for events, and on days they are volunteering at places such as Riley Children's Hospital.  Nellie was a regular fixture at Elanco's global headquarters in Greenfield, Indiana, for many years.  Annie Peters, the CEO of Pet Partners, spoke at a recent Elanco event held in Nellie's memory and expressed Pet Partner's gratitude for the service Nellie provided.  

Elanco's own CEO, Jeff Simmons, named Nellie "Elanco's Dog." He recently spoke about Nellie's service and how she has put a face on companionship at Elanco.  Because of the impact she has made with the employees of Elanco and her ability to provide comfort as an Elanco volunteer to the community, Elanco has generously given a substantial financial donation to Clancy's Dream, which will help fund the first wave of "The Nellie Effect."  

One week before her death, Nellie made her last visits to "her" Oncologist's office; she was getting an ultrasound to check on her cancer's progress, which was not good.  While waiting for her appointment in the clinic's waiting room, another family was waiting for the news on there dog's end of life decision.  As sick as Nellie was, she walked up to meet the family and sensed they needed comfort.  After they had greeted her, she then followed them to a private area while their dog's life was ending.  She sat on the foot of the man whose heart was breaking and put her head in his lap, giving comfort even as she herself was dying.

Her last day in the lake
Nellie's last hurrah was here at the farm.  Sixteen days before her death, she came to visit us for what we thought would be the last time.  Nellie appeared as healthy as ever, running and playing and jumping off of the diving board.  Even her mother, Dutchess, joined her, something she hadn't done for some time because of her age.

Maybe Dutchess knew it would be the last time she would see her daughter.  After the fun was over, we all went into the kitchen and attempted to get Nellie to eat, which she rarely did because of her stomach cancer.  Sitting on the floor with her, Karen and I tried everything and many kinds of food.  Tasting just a little of it, she again turned up her nose at it, wanting nothing.  Being upset, I started to cry, Nellie sensed my sadness.  In her usual way, she got up and walked to me and leaned into my body.  Nellie looked up at me, and I lost it. The tears began to roll down my cheek, and she put her head in my lap, trying to comfort me.  As sick and in as much pain as she was in, she was trying to help me, and we were trying to do anything just to get her to eat and feel better; she put us first as in everything she did.
On October 16, 2018, Nellie came home to the farm for good.  Knowing she was coming, I gathered my tools and put my work shoes on.  I traveled down that long road once again, making this trip three times this year.  Putting the shovel to the ground, I just couldn't start.  

I sat down in the Adirondack chair and pondered why the good died so young, but there was no answer.  As usual, Dutchess watched and laid by the grave as she did with Molly, Abbie, and Clancy; something tells me she knows what is going on when I started. 
Dutchess watching and waiting
When Nellie was laid to rest, she was with Clancy, and now their journey begins.  The sun was shining; the opening above the canopy of trees allowed the sunlight to shine on their graves.  In the quiet, the wind chimes in the trees began to tinkle, singing both sadness and joy of another of their own coming home.  We knew that anyone who knew our dogs would hear them speak, and Karen and I found solace sitting in the Adirondack Chairs talking about the best dogs in the world...   Rest well, my pups; we are who we are because of you!  Until we meet again and write the next chapter. 

After Nellie's death, she became part of Clancy's Dream.  It was only fitting she be buried next to Clancy, where they will travel together "Bringing Help and Hope to Border Collies and their Owners in Times of Need through Rescue Efforts or Veterinary Care Assistance."    

"Dad, I'm here," Nellie shouted. "I know," Clancy said, "I have watched your struggles, but now you're pain-free but have a new job," Abbie came running to her family with a Frisbee in her mouth; a new journey had started.  Not only to help Border Collies find new homes but to help promote the Human-Animal bond through Pet Therapy and help families and dogs fight cancer. "The Nellie Effect has started.   Ken...


Let's Eat...

Probably the best holiday for me is Thanksgiving.   It involves one of my most basic and coveted needs, “food,” and I always ask Elaine to make a lot because I love the leftovers. This year I wanted to include the dogs to help me share my beloved and much anticipated holiday.

In 2011, I wrote my annual Thanksgiving tribute about my dogs. As I looked back and re-read it, 3 of them have passed, and now we have three different dogs.  Clancy, Molly, and Abbie have passed but are waiting for me,  Dahlie, JoJo, and Whiskey needed a home, and even share their same kennel when it’s time to eat.  It is bittersweet when they go in, but I always look at my past dog's name above there door, it’s never been removed. 

A lot of water has passed under that bridge, but things and lessons have been learned.  I have always said, “we are who we are, because of our past.”  You can forever be looking back, but it can be a lonely place.  Things happen for a reason, and we will never know why things seem so cruel.   

While I will never get over the pain of Clancy's death, I am thankful that something good came out of it.  I can’t tell you the times I’ve cried when I looked into the eyes of a rescue dog that had no hope.  Some were on chains, some had broken bones, some were scheduled to be euthanized (a nice word for killed), but they were saved because of Clancy.  In honesty, if Clancy were still alive, none of these dogs would have been helped by us and who knows where they would now be.

June 20, 2018, This was her life.

June 23, 2018, This is the same dog.
When I look at Thanksgiving, it’s not about the food and football, to me, it’s really about the dogs and how thankful I am that our foundation has the Directors, volunteers, and supporters that care about the plight of these dogs as much as I do.

On Thanksgiving Day in 2011 I wrote this in my Blog;

“Well guys, you told me what you are thankful for, I guess it’s my turn.  It’s a little more complicated than what you are thankful for. But let’s start. You are my friends and my companions.  You listen to me and have no idea what I am saying except “Let’s Eat, Ball and Frisbee” But, your vocabulary will far exceed mine on many fronts because you say so much with your eyes. Watching you enjoy life, makes my heart skip a beat because you really do enjoy life, something we all should learn to do, but never have time until it’s too late.
You have saved me many times in so many ways, even once when I fell and knocked myself out on a cold on an icy walkway. I was home by myself, and you all licked my face until I woke up. There is no doubt that you would give your life for me and I hope you know, mine for you. I remember once Max fell through the ice and was trapped and couldn’t get out. My shoes were off, I knew my duty, just like you know yours.

You pick up my spirit and allow me to wander through your world, making me part of "your" pack, which is an honor, something, not every human has done. You love me for just being me, taking me as I am. I never have to dress up or comb my hair or put on my fancy clothes.
You have always been loyal and have never left my side, even when I have scolded you, you crawl to my feet, looking up from your bowed head, your eyes take me straight to your heart, teaching me another lesson. You are more dependable than most humans, and we should all take lessons from you.
Thank you, Clancy, for making me what I am today. I am living a dream I didn’t know was possible.”

And I further add to those who can’t speak except through their eyes that they say “thank you, Clancy, for hope, shelter, freedom along with a warm bed and loving people who will not only give me my basic needs but a family to call my own. 

While my Thanksgiving Day will be bittersweet, I know a lot of dogs and new dog parents are thrilled that something happened and fate came together to make a better life for everyone.

A letter from Clancy.  

I hope, in your grief and loneliness, that you will consider how sad it would have been had we not have this time together, not had the chance to give each other so much.
I do not mourn or grieve, but I will miss standing beside you, bound together on our walks through life, but now there is a long line of dogs to save.

Thank you. It was nothing but a gift.
And finally, I ask these things of you:

Remember me.
Celebrate me.
Rescue for me.

And then, when you can, let me go, freely and in peace.
Do me the great honor of saving another dog so they can have a life as I had, and they can give and receive love and life again...

Have a great Thanksgiving Week, Ken

All Quite…

Friday night Elaine was working late putting up Christmas decorations at her work, and I was on dog duty.  Knowing that I was to fend for myself, I planned for a nice dinner of Orange Chicken and homemade fried rice.  The dogs and I went for a long walk in the crisp air, and they got some of the zoomies out before my gourmet meal.

After dinner, we settled down to some quiet time, and I read and watched a little Television.  Everyone settled into their special place, and some spaces is first come first serve arrangements.  Whiskey is always quick to claim her spot and can outsmart everyone.  She looks at me, and as soon as I make eye contact, she circles around all the others and run along the top of the couch and leaps into my lap.

Once the spots fill up, everyone settles in for a long nap until you pull out your snack.  This is the critical part.  After you decide to settle into a relaxing evening, you must plan ahead.  This night, Elaine was not home, and I did not have anyone to fetch and tote for me.  I had to plan my evening because I couldn’t get up.  As a general rule, I have Whiskey of Dutchess in my lap, JoJo’s head on my leg with Meggie, Gabby, and Annie sleeping on the rest of the couch but this changes daily.

Note… do not forget this.  Before you settle in, make sure that you go to the bathroom and by all means get your drink and snacks together because you can’t get up.  Now if Elaine is home, she is great at keeping me supplied me with my provisions.  I had to get a bigger glass along with a large bowl of shacks. 

The reason for this is when the dogs are settled in, you don’t want to disturb them when they are so comfortable.  This is our wind-down-time, and it’s heaven for all of us.  There is nothing better than seeing them so content that they totally trust you and there is peace in the there world and yours too.  If you can get by the puppy stage, this is what it’s all about.

They make a point to find a place to lay down, but the most sought-after location is when I settle into the recliner.  They will look at me with there soulful eyes and as soon as I say “come up,” they will climb into my lap where they sleep for hours in-between my legs as I rub their head, they dream of younger days, occasionally licking my hand with gratitude.  As I rub there face, as I do with each one, I too think of the younger times that we all have shared with each other and the life bridges we have crossed.  

We’ve seen the good and bad in each other, but we also know we are family and love and respect each other.  As I rub their faces and stroke their fur, I too remember the days when they all had the zoomies, wiggling, running, twisting and barking.  I do know that they have “slowed down” and there is not a better place than in my lap as we both drift off to dreamland.  And then off to my bed.  Ken

The Visitor...

Several weeks ago, we picked Jackson up at a shelter in Kentucky because he was abandoned.  As I had mentioned earlier in a post, he had been there for two months, longer than they usually stay and it was urgent that he be rescued from the shelter because he was on their euthanasia list and I just happened to come into the picture.  Maybe he was waiting for the right person.

When I went to evaluate him, we went into a “Meet & Greet” room where you can visit and check each other out.  Jackson sat in one corner, and I sat in the opposite one.  While on the floor, he walked toward me and lay next to my leg.  “You are the first person he has accepted and greeted in two months,” the shelter worker said, “and I can’t believe it, he must know you,” in a comical way.   Jackson initially made eye contact at me, and we stared at each other searching and thinking...

When Jackson came to the farm, he walked and smelled things and seemed to be searching for something, we all take journeys searching for things we know and like and it’s nice to be in a familiar place.  Jackson came into the house and went to a dog bed, folding his front paw under his body as I had seen someone else do so many times before, he seemed to be home, if for just a little while but I remembered he “is” a rescue dog.

Later that night, Elaine said, “It’s almost too painful to look at Jackson.”  “Don’t go there, I know, it’s killing me too,” and we both knew what we were talking about.  Jackson is the splitting image of Clancy, and all my emotions were coming out as I knew Jackson’s only had a few days with us and it was getting shorter because he goes to his new home in a few days.   I am torn what to do.  “Do we need another dog?” I ask myself, but my question was answered.

“No, I’m passing through, you needed me, I’m more than you know and yes, you do know.”  In my mind, I could hear him talking but could I?  “We all have bumps in the road, and sometimes things don’t go as planned, I have seen you struggle, and I came to help.  I’m always close by, never leaving your side just like you told me once.  I must leave, I go to where I'm needed, and others are waiting."

I closed my eyes and had to think.  Why does a dog come into my life that looked exactly like my Clancy?  The same ears, hair, eyes, and build.  He even has a half collar on the same side which is very unique.  There must be a reason.
Jackson left this Sunday morning to his new home in upstate New York.  His new parent has acres of land for him to run and play on. 

I have to ask myself why does "That" dog that looks identical to Clancy, come into a shelter in another state.  I take the evaluation on a fluke because I was traveling through Kentucky and just stopped by.  Why does Jackson feel at home and slept in Clancy’s old dog bed when we have nearly 10 of them?  Something may be in the works that we don’t know, but just a week ago, I sat in the Adirondack chairs at his grave and said, “Clancy, we need some help on this one.”  It’s been a rough week, and a visitor just happened to stop by the farm to help out.  His Dream Lives…  Ken

The last night...

Friday night, I was sitting in my chair and thought about Jackson, a Border Collie that was in a shelter in Kentucky.  Earlier in the week, I was notified by several tags and emails that stated he needed help because he has been caged at a kenneled for two months, imagine what this can do to a Border Collie! Unknown to him, we were on the way.

From the post;

“Jackson - NM border collie, 5 yrs. Old, 62 lbs. Found as a stray on 8/29. Jackson has been at our shelter for a LONG time. Jackson came in very matted with burrs in his coat.  Jackson has little time left before he is euthanized. He is a very smart dog and wants badly to be safe and loved.”
This very weekend, Clancy’s Dream is doing two evaluations on dogs that need help.  The dogs are in a situation that is not suited for a Border Collie and is having a problem coping, and they are having issues, this is a typical story in their world which can cause a multitude of problems.  Also, 4 other dogs are needing to come to us this week.

Every dog in every shelter has a last night in that shelter, and everyone is preparing for it but in very different ways when that night comes.  In Jackson's case, after an evaluation, Clancy’s Dream submitted the paperwork necessary to get him released.  Transportation to a foster needs to be arranged.  This in itself can be difficult because of the locations of all the people involved.  Dates need to be set, and schedules need to be cleared, cars gassed up, directions printed, forms filled and completed by Clancy’s Dream and by the shelter.  On the shelter's end, medical evaluations, shots, surgery, exams, tests, and grooming.  Everything needs to be coordinated for one pick up, and this is with every dog.

The next day is the big day, everything comes together, and all is set for the new life for the dog whether it’s the transporter coming or the executioner.  The transported drives to the shelter and at times, it’s 2 to 3 hours away, and some transports can take 8 to 10 hours one way.  The animal shelter will assemble paperwork, forms, and contact us to reaffirm the arrival.  Everything is checked and double-checked with a lot of people working to coordinate the plan.  Messages are sent timetables set and kept, and everything goes as scheduled.

Every dog in every shelter has the last night,  and that’s a lot of dogs and coordination.  Every dog is on a timetable when they arrive, and the countdown starts on the first day they arrive, and hopefully, they all will live a happy and loved life when they are adopted.

Jackson arrived safe and sound in the arms of Clancy’s Dream Saturday afternoon.  He walked around smelling trees, never running or playing.  Jackson has all but shut down and given up hope.  Last night he refused food and was content in his kennel where we feed all the dogs.  He had to be coaxed out with a lead and sauntered back inside the house where he laid back on his dog bed.  Hopefully, the spark will ignite again, and he will come around.  Jackson is the spitting image of Clancy, pricked ears, same markings, large head and piercing brown eyes,  and even a half collar.  As I sat in the kennel with him, I wept as I stroked his head.  How does this happen…

Unfortinially, the dogs in a shelter are all not adopted but the last day has come and gone.  The cage is cleaned and sanitized, ready for the next dog.  Freshwater and food are placed in containers for the dog that is already waiting at the shelter, and the countdown begins.  In every shelter, many dogs are spending their last night in a noisy, smelly place, not knowing what tomorrow may bring.  You decide where that will be…  Ken