ahhh rescuer...how great thou are not.

no one really has fun in rescue..it is mind boggling, soul bending, back breaking hard work.

but it is important.

animals need champions to step up to the plate, or else their lives will just stay crappy and hard.

sometimes stepping up is not quite enough...very occasionally the dog expects a home run.

shit.

I do not regret a single animal we tried to help here...not even the epic failures that ripped open our hearts. I do regret my not being smarter, not being richer, not having that gawd darn elusive crystal ball. I regret not being better but I do not regret the animals flawed as they are. and I do not regert the very occasional furry soul who instinctively KNOWS they are better than me.

I am quite liking kyah...she is a pretty interesting dog. firstly she is not falling for any of my tricks or letting me bask in illusions, she is the one calling all of the shots.

I have let her out into the kitchen and now she is refusing to return to the hall. she has parked herself on the cold floor in front of the kitchen door. I gave her a matt and a blanket but she and I both know where this is heading...she is going to be a bedroom dog.

she doesn't even like me yet but she does already know that the best life she is going to get here will be the one that is in the closet vicinity to me. she will get what she wants and tomorrow I will introduce her to the freakoids...the spoiled rotten bed buddies.

24 hours with kyah and I am convinced of one thing...she is a powerful spirit, she is a force of nature, she determines what will and will not happen. and right now that means she will not take any meds, she will become a bed buddy and I am only the necessary key.

I am hoping that if I give her what she wants that eventually she feels just a tiny bit grateful to me...and maybe then she will take the meds that might make her feel better out of gratitude, obligation or even sympathy for me.

or maybe she won't.

but one thing for sure is, she is not falling for any of my rescue trickery. if and when she takes the meds, it will be because she decides she is going to...not me.

so much for $20 worth of meatballs and lasagna that I bought for her today.

I really hate it when the dogs are way more stubborn and determined than me..it is actually quite a feat.

my name is Kyah and i AM the boss of me.