Let me tell you some history about my pets. Spyro was acquired from some family that carelessly bred dogs. Out of all of the dogs they have milled, Spyro is the only known survivor after 11 1/2 years. He was from his moms second litter and has a small defect (his last set of ribs curve slightly outward instead of in) but I love him anyway. My aunt had all of her current dogs taken by SPCA which is awesome. She is not allowed to own any more animals due to the fact that the litter found in her house was infested with fleas and stepping in everyones poop (including the cats which also had babies.) I guess you can say Spyro is one lucky man.
Loki was adopted from my county shelter. I couldnt find the dog I was looking for (both dogs I applied for were adopted and one was returned a week later) so we chose the little guy huddled in the back of his kennel all by himself. He was a return and had attacked the vet twice. He was to be re evaluated that day and possibly put down. Needless to say, he still hates vets but loves us.
Luna wasnt always Luna. We actually had a tweaker come in our yard so we adopted a pit x american bulldog pup that we named Zeus. Needless to say, he wasnt much of a fighter. Oh no he LOVED everyone. Unfortunately, Zeus was an impulsive choice which ended up as a bad choice. The cutie was given away and ended up at a shelter later. I kept an eye on him though and he was adopted out to a wonderful family with kids. Yes they posted on the county site...he has grown so much. It didnt feel right...It felt wrong all over. Someone left a very cute dog in our yard and she took off. This made me feel only 1000 times worse. So...we found someone else that had impulsively gotten a dog. This lady, now jobless and homeless, was specifically looking for someone into raw feeding or that fed a certain dog food. Low and behold, we sometimes gave our dogs that kibble but the boys have been raw fed for a while. Luna is now a part of our family.
Im into adoption...really.
The ranch I started working at specialized in arabs. My ex managers horse is a beautiful pinto arab gelding and my old partner is a gray (gray meaning white in the human world) arab mare. The gelding was rescued when he was just a colt from an abusive home. My partner was a rescue from someone that starved her. The other school horse, a chestnut arab, was broken in such a harsh way that her "trainer" actually broke her jaw. She was sentenced to death when my manager found her and paid for her jaw to be fixed. At my second ranch, I was working with a black mustang mare that was born wild. She was one of the most beautiful things I have seen. Ever since then, I have wanted to rescue rescue rescue. I wanted to buy a mustang and rescue all of my dogs and cats. I want to give them all a second chance at life.
but beggers cant be choosers right? Choosers cant be beggers either.
This...is a gypsy horse. As you can see, they are terribly fucking beautiful.
On top of being beautiful, they are apparently really nice and smart. Its like the class president of Perfect High School that is super beautiful, smart, funny, and super nice!
As far as rescuing goes...hahaha! These horses arent common in shelters. Would I feel guilty for buying one? Yeah about as guilty as someone eating a piece of dark chocolate after promising to diet!
DAMN YOU BEAUTIFUL HORSE!!!
But anyway...I tend to have a heart of gold which will eventually save my ass. I cant diet because I always make some sick sad excuse on why I need to eat that piece of triple chocolate cake. My dearest boyfriend should have seen it coming...our ranch full of dogs and cats that were put on death row. Of course, I could always say that I rescue these cats...a sanctuary for animals that are otherwise unadoptable (such as feral cats, old as fuck dogs....) I hear this takes away property tax as well...suhweet.
...after I buy my horse though....
