Found a very sweet, very stinky dog that now won’t leave my side.
I think you might be her new family…
I wish. She’s well-fed, affectionate, and trained, so somebody is surely missing her.
Baby. A horrendously smelly baby. If we can’t find her owners, we’ve got some potential takers among our friends. Last option is a special pitt bull rescue center – or, if my dad continues to melt over her and bring her scraps of turkey, maybe our home.
more updates please
We’re currently attempting to lure her inside with trails of turkey breast. We don’t want to put her into a car to take her to the vet until she smells less like Death.
Well, she’s inside, and my mom says I can’t call her “Lore” because we already have a dog named after a 90’s TV show character. She wants to name her “Tesla” because she likes Doc Brown’s tradition of naming dogs after scientists, but I don’t want to face future discourse about it.
The Dog has had a bath and took it very gracefully. She’s been incredibly shy since she came inside, but now that she’s (mostly) destinkified, she seems a hundred times bolder and more trusting and is curiously exploring the house.
She seems to absolutely adore other dogs, but Scully has been pissy lately, so we’re keeping them apart. She has a limp that I’m worried about, but her facial lacerations appears to be healing well and she allows herself to be lifted calmly.
We’re waiting to hear back from the owner listed on her microchip. We found her almost five miles from her home address, which doesn’t rule out the possibility of being dumped. If her owners don’t want her, we’ll find her a good home.
In the meantime…
Is there an update? How old is this?? Is she ok??
She’s currently at the clinic with my mom getting vaccinated. Still no response from her owners. She slept next to my bed last night and snored the entire goddamn time.
Day 12: I’ve almost given up hope of hearing back from the owners. As of tomorrow, she’ll have been in our care and long enough for the humane society to consider her abandoned and allow for her legal adoption to a new home. She’s going to spend tomorrow night with a local couple to see how she gets along with their old labrador – if it’s successful, they’ll adopt her once their vacation is over.
In the meantime, I have taught her to provide what I am told counts as “deep pressure therapy”, and she has become a much happier, more confident, and far less stinky dog than she was two weeks ago. Her laceration has healed nicely and her limp has vanished.
My protection spells are always running, I even put them in my FAQ so people could always find it.
But here is your reminder:
[An image depicting the tree of life symbol made from rose
quartz, surrounded by a double circle of protective stones with an angel
at the top, flanked by two candles][Source Post]
This is the curse breaker, no harm can come to pass from reading negative posts, no ill intent will reach you or your loved ones, you are safe,
your loved ones are safe, and you are free to never reblog or worry about negative posts
ever again because they are powerless.
They are words without meaning, and you are free of them.
In case you need something else to do that feels more
tangible and real, here is an old Scottish curse breaker I learned as a
child and have used my whole life both for myself and others:
Take your thumb and index finger on both hands and lock them together.
Imagine it represents the negative energies that have latched onto you,
then break the link by pulling them apart, like so.
[An image of my hands performing the previously described action]
And remember, there is no curse powerful enough that you cannot break it with defiance and a refusal to accept it. You are in control. And you always will be.
[The same as above but this time much larger, surrounded by a
lot more candles because sometimes you need to add a little more light
into the darkness.]
Imagine being Heimdall and having a spirit so generous that you could sincerely say “welcome home” to the individual who once turned you into an icicle and is now showing up 15 minutes late without Starbucks to the apocalypse that he sort of started.
