I never really considered myself a dog lady. I was a self-declared crazy cat lady. All of that changed when I met Hooligan. I’ll be honest, at first I thought he was incredibly obnoxious. His howl-y, raspy beagle bark, his personality, his several attempts and his one success to bite me. You can say I held a special place of distaste for him in my heart, but this didn’t last very long because I am a softy at my core. The man who surrendered Hooligan was in a pretty difficult situation. His mother had passed away and he was on disability, so he could not afford to keep Hooligan. Hooligan had gone missing for a few weeks and when he returned, he had a bad leg injury, he looked like he had been beat up and he was severely anemic. With some tender love and care, he returned to his Hooligan self. I started taking him for morning walks with the two lovely ladies, Barbara and Glenda. I hoped that it might help him release some of his energy because, boy, he has a lot of it. He loved ...
Ashley as a child rescuer Believe it or not, at one point I held some resentment towards animal rescue before this summer. I didn’t like what it did to my mom and how it caused us to drift apart. I think my mom was a little wary about hiring me because she knew what my feelings were. Not knowing what I was getting myself into, I insisted that I can do the job. The first days were rough because I didn’t realize how much hard work went into maintaining the sanctuary. When my mom told me some days she would be there all by herself, I couldn’t believe it. It was hard enough for the two of us to get things done, I can’t imagine doing it all alone. I quickly got into the swing of things and the pain turned into a great feeling of fulfillment. My eyes were opened to how animal rescue really is a full time job that takes over every aspect of your life. Even when you’re not working, you’re still thinking about the animals. I even have dreams of the animals. My heart grew bigger and wa...