A reader wrote me an e-mail asking for no more sad dog stories for a while. Yes, there are too many sad dog stories. So, just a note that the vast majority of dogs I write about are adopted out. The vast majority of dogs that come into Toronto Animal Services who are healthy and behaviourally sound are adopted out. So, when I put up a photo of a dog, it may have been through some awful shit and it may be in a sad dog situation at the moment, but through the kindness of strangers, in all likelihood it will find a home.
Speaking of finding a home, there's some great news for Abby the Rottie. Tonight will be her last night at TAS. Tomorrow she goes to a home where she will be pampered for her remaining days, months or years. More on that in a later post.
The male Dobie, Rocco, at TAS that had a possible home is now homeless again because someone told the potential adopter that puppy mill dogs are bad dogs. Sigh. But, someone else has already expressed interest in it. Yeah!
The dogs I've met at the shelter are so much better people than the politicians not running our country.
This is a possum which has started visiting my backyard quite regularly. Rocky wants to pick it up and make it squeak. Stella has staring contests with it.
I took the day off work today to go see the annual Construct Canada Home Builder and Renovator Expo. It felt like, I don't know, being in a locus of design and technology all of which was intended to assist in a multitude of small and grand achievements of architecture. All of this science and engineering and skilled labour in the vast hall of the Convention Center and yet only representative of an iota of the total amount of human ingenuity. I think about all the harm we have done to our planet and the creatures living on it with this ingenuity. I think about all the good we could do.