Adoptions -- fail and accidental success
I guess things just have a funny way of working out.
You guys know about that possible adoption with the young boy whose father was dying? I mentioned it a while back. Anyhow, it fell through. I think we got played a little bit. It turns out after we were put in touch with the dying father that he just wanted to give us a LOT of sob stories, and how everything was happening to him, none of it was his fault, blah blah blah. Turns out the mother is alive and well, she just ran away to join the circus. No, I'm not kidding. She won't sign away parental rights. In fact, she KIDNAPPED the boy last year for 2 weeks, but then dropped him back off because it was "just too hard" and she "couldn't do it." Oh, and the father is an addict.
We mentioned that we'd like to help the boy in any way that we could, then, but we wouldn't be comfortable sending cash, was there another way to help?
As soon as we said we wouldn't send cash, everything changed. They wanted money, checks, western union, money orders, etc. We offered to pay the bills but they wouldn't give us the info to turn the lights or water back on, etc. We offered to send the boy Christmas gifts, and they asked for toiletries for themselves or new XBox 360 games! (The dad told us he pawned the Xbox 360, so WTH?)
Anyhow, it didn't work out. We're no longer in touch. I'm sad for the boy, but I knew deep down that any "help" we offered wasn't going to go to him. Sad.
On the Canine front, we fostered a dog for about a week, that was interesting. She has aggression issues and kept trying to kill Ace, who was so terrified and upset, he stopped eating. I had to crate the foster, who was so upset at being crated, she had cannon-butt. All over my walls. I have since had to completely repaint the dining room, ugh!
Then we had two fosters, both deaf, that fell through. Sad. Ace is trained in hand signals because we were set to foster a Deafie when he was a puppy, and it's so much easier for them when there's not only a hearing dog, but one who already knows hand signals. It's easier to train them and communicate.
Anyhow, so last week I was visiting a friend where she works. She's a vet tech and was having an awful week, so I brought her some donuts and some Christmas Cheer (Ace dresses up as a DaneDeer for Toys For Tots and stuff, so he wore his outfit to cheer up Ally). And in walks this kid with a half-dead, shivering, tiny mass of fur. Of course, the vet couldn't take him, they told him to go to the animal shelter (a local high-kill shelter). So I couldn't let the kid just leave, I outstretched my arms and he placed the lump of fur in them. It turns out she was a tiny little 5 week old puppy! Totally starved and dehydrated, someone chopped off her tail and left her in a ditch to die in the cold, and that's where this kid found her.
I had Ally check her out. She had all kinds of worms, coccidia, she was covered in fleas, plus all of the above. We warmed her up, fed her, hydrated her, and I had the vet do wormers and a flea dip and give me meds for her, and I brought her home.
She's totally stolen our hearts, and so I guess we have a Christmas puppy now! Mr. Bunny has named her "Trigger," which just seems to fit her perfectly now that she's healthy and feeling better, and she's just a little spitfire.
Wanna hear the part that gave me chills? According to the vet, with her age and all, she was probably born on Halloween.
Halloween was Blue's birthday. I guess some things are just meant to be. Even when you're not looking for them, you know?
Enjoy some pics of Trigger! :) She officially weighs 4 whole pounds today, woohoo!!!