One by one each dog was bought out...

What a nightmare to be released from. I love to see animal rescues. I love to rescue them.

Earlier this summer I tried to save a little squirrel from a cat. I was too late. I have a half grown chucker going to a wildlife rescue tomorrow. I don't know what happened to her - maybe flew into a window, hit by a car or attacked. No blood, but she's hurt. She'll be okay. Watching these dogs, though............it is with mixed feelings -- of joy for the dogs, and very dark feelings for those who did that to them. Very dark.

Every time I see a beagle I want one. These poor (now lucky) little guys seem to bounce right back from their experience with those big bad bipeds. I don't normally post videos like this but this one was cool.

The good world thanks you Frank. Practice turning crying into laughing (when busted) then use "those cats are sooo hilarious!" - fits with the tears and everything. Or you could be "allergic" to cat fur.

Yeah but they'll smile.

I'm with Frank on this one. I cannot go into shelters/pounds without wanting to take every last creature home.

I have two rescue animals now, one dog and one mare. When we got the dog you couldn't touch him on his sides or rear. He would yelp! There was nothing bruised or broken but someone had spent a lot of time kicking or punching him. We've had him for a little over three years now and I have to say he is the best dog! He's still afraid of gunshots and thunder. He is my shadow, goes everywhere I go! Awesome dog!

The mare, when we got her, was so skinny. You couldn't touch her head other than to halter her. She wouldn't run and was so unsure about everything! It's taken me two years to put weight on her and now she runs and bucks when you let her out! It's so amazing to see!

Thanks for the video Bill!

~ Theresa

Aw, that is the sweetest thing. Lots more cute doggy pics at the Beagle Freedom Project page. The Peta website has very helpful lists of the companies that do and do not use animal testing.

My String Theory:
I think that good things happen in a "string" and if you keep doing good things the string will remain unbroken. But a string isn't as strong as a rope so it can be easily broken but one bad thing. Then you have to initiate another good string. I've got lots of small broken pieces of string around here but a good string can be started at any time and over time builds momentum just by us being (or trying to be) good people.

Here's how this string started; I found this movie on Facebook in a profile of someone who asked me for some help in a new group started by WillR (he started that string and many many others - he's like a string merchant or something). I couldn't help them with my current skill set so naturally I came in here and asked you guys and you helped me for free so I helped him for free and I found this movie in their profile which I searched for on YouTube and posted in here for you guys to enjoy - which you are. Now the good feelings are branching out into your own strings just by reading this - keep the good strings going. Pass it on and create more good things. Any small good thing extends the string.

Of course that which we call a rose...is "paying it forward". But a string has a live "let's not break the string" thing goin' on. It's like "how long can we balance these plates on a pole?" and builds momentum but must be kept alive. There's really not that much that's new under the sun and "good string theory" isn't really a new concept but we each have our ways of seeing things that makes sense to us.

Now, go and pat a dog, tell a cat to stop being so smart or give Polly a cracker to extend your string and as long as you keep the previous deed in mind when doing the next good thing it'll continue the string.

My lunacy has it's uses.

The one thing I know makes me blessed in my life is that animals trust me.

About the little bird I found yesterday -- The wildlife Center told me to keep her in a dark box. I did that for awhile, but she perked up so much that I thought she might have just been temporarily stunned. I took her outside and she could flutter but not catch air. She would run about 7 feet then sit down. She let me take her back inside without a struggle. When I got home from work I made some noise and it woke her so I held her for awhile. She liked the warmth of my body. I put her back in her box for the night then this morning thought too much dark might frighten her, so let her out in the bathroom with some organic sunflower and millet seeds and a dish of water. I took her to the wildlife center and she escaped from the box when the woman opened it. Where did she go? She hid behind my feet. I picked her up and talked to her for a minute then handed her to the woman, and she was okay with it.

They had a little fox there that had been a bit despondent. I talked to him and held him and he chippered up. They want me to volunteer now. I might. It's a different situation than abused abandoned animals. After Ricky died I thought I'd walk the dogs for the shelter here. I couldn't do it. It's almost impossible for me to give them back.

I better be able to find a new home soon where I can have another pet of my own. It's not fair that someone like me that loves animals so fiercely can't be a rescue mom. It feels like I'm being prosecuted while innocent.

But I had a good day with life and feel pretty blessed right now.