Finding another home

I chickened out and Sippi went home to my basement. She was riding around with me during the day while I was at work. I didn't think it was good for her to spend really long hours by herself, isolated, in a crate.

So I started looking for a home or at least a foster one. Craig's list, petfinder classifieds, freecycle, no-kill shelters, rescue groups, friends of friends, and email lists pretty much came back with the same thing: no room, no money, no response, here's another contact to try. In fact, I'm now on a listserv for a group out of Utah that asks for my help. I didn't ask to be on the list but they want me to help Haiti animals.

If someone was interested, they didn't understand heartworms, didn't have a vet, or were scam artists. Crazy right, scam artists in the pet adoption business. I even stood outside of a weekly pet adoption event a couple of times. People were interested but ultimately decided on something else.

The bottom line and the revelation, Sip was like thousands of other dogs. Not the greatest and not the worst. She was just another sick dog, not good with cats, that was left to fend for herself. Thousands of better dogs than she never make it out of shelters every year. Thousands of really good dogs, beautiful, young and healthy, never find good homes. So here was Sip, average among thousands.

You ever feel average? Wish someone would pick you up?