Weightless

He is tiny. So thin. Really I can almost hold him in one hand. Except for his longer than anything skinny little legs. Prying him out of his crate the first couple of times was agonizing. He would tense up and go rigid and it was like a dog puzzle gone wrong. I despaired ever agreeing to such an endeavor. Me. Woman of way, way too many words on an endless loop blog of fall down, skin my knees, get up, go a bit further and . . . OK. You know. You dear reader, actually read these posts and OH YES!! I must THANK YOU for that, as always. And it isn't as though there is a dog shortage in these parts. I still cry over my dead Queensland every single day. I still have two rascally Corgis who are saving their pennies to join their beloved Dash in the foggy city up north. And of course, my pretty much steady all the time shadow, my first rescue dog, Lucky. Of LUCKY CAKES!! still sleeps with me always and keeps me trying to become a real runner. But a beautiful friend braved this gypsy enclave of cupcakes and bourbon and dogs and books and checked my place out and in her bravely beautiful way announced, "Oh yeeaaah. You could easily foster a dog here!" and VOILA. there was the thought. Flash forward to a day of happiness-the SOLVANG FAERIEFEST-and my cupcake triumph as "faeriecakes" (oh BTW, they really were good!) and the fact that I was completely supported in raising money for my beautiful friend who by now I am calling "The Dog Rescuer" and OH MY GOODNESS she really is! and flash forward even further to Sunday night when this little doggy miracle made it from her arms to mine and I became the proud link in a chain of SAVING A LIFE. Not much on this planet of chaos and mash-up school shootings, war in many parts, lying, cheating, and stealing on all levels, stockyards the size of cities, cats in mesh net bags on their way to market, food with deadly chemicals, needed medicines at out of reach prices, and you know, the constant and continual drip feed cyber speak of too much, not enough, forgotten, kidnapped, manipulated, disguised, and money above all. Yet this almost killed, on death row, wanted by NO ONE, tiny scrap of life, was saved through the hard work and constant vigilance of more than one person, transported by another, and brought to me shivering and curled up into himself. Bones more than anything. His tail was tucked so far I wasn't sure he had one. The first night and day were tough. He was closed off almost totally. But today I had a break from work and came home to sunshine in my backyard, my migraine blasting off fireworks behind my eyes OUCH! laid out a blanket, and tucking Lucky onto her pillow to soak up the rays, I pried the little guy out of his crate and laid him on many blankets next to my head. I dozed off a little, one hand on Lucky to keep her in place, one hand on my little guy and ALL OF A SUDDEN, I heard DOG noises from him!! I sat right up and he had burrowed his head under the blankets, flipped on his back, his little belly to the sun, and he was snuffling, tussling with the blankets-his tiny, tiny tail was wagging and RIGHT THEN I completely understood, on a cellular level that we are ALL connected and that LOVE makes absolutely everything possible. He had become his dog self again, a belly full of food, the sun warming him completely and you just know how happy, totally happy that made me. I know that my one act cannot make up for the thousands who are still caged and desperately mistreated, starved, and alone, but my tiny dog miracle THANKS to the DOG RESCUER-my beautiful friend Tiffany, certainly matters to our new little brother and even though someone near and dear to me grimaces at the thought of me naming him this . . . I call him little bro!! HOW CUTE IS THAT? little bro! Feelings are one thing, passion is beauty itself, but action is definitely my best friend.  I am proud to be part of making a difference, and I sleep so much better knowing that little bro was saved from death and now knows that he is loved. When I hold him close and he nestles his head tightly against my neck and I can feel his small breaths, something in me is healed. And that makes all the difference.  Little bro! LOVE ALWAYS!

little bro watching lucky the fly catcher in action! xo!!