He is gray all over his snout. Even his feet have gray. A rescued Daschund who has lived in our family for over 10 years. He arrived after he was brought out to play with my then puppy at the vet. The nurse then told us during that vet visit that he would be euthanased that day because nobody wanted him. She saw me coming that's for sure. I said I was worried about taking him as he was not neutered. She did a collection between their vet staff and got the op done. So Jack came home and firmly entrenched himself into our hearts. He has the loudest bark. He is old and deaf, but can hear a slightest fidget in the kitchen and it gets him charging in that direction. His little toenails doing a dance on the floors that are faster than any Irish Flaherty. So much personality in such a little bod.
I always found the concept of surrender a cop out. Something one would do if one was too weak to take on a situation. So, when I found myself in a situation where I am unable to follow my passion in the most effective manner, I experienced great discomfort. Speaking up was immediately taken as judgement. Even though it was never intended as that. The presumed judgement resulted in defence. And the drama began, and unfolded. Chasms and vindication ruled. Frustration and finger pointing. What has this to do with animals? For those of us that work with animals, they are like kids. They sense how we feel. Our moods affect them. So, when this type of angst environment is created, the disturbance affects the creatures that we love. The lesson – stop the angst. It is not worth upsetting the animals. Nothing is. So, surrender. Not sure where this will go. But I am here righ...
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