And how Was Your Day

                     The Becoming Of Loki It was a rather cold day about 3 years ago and I was working at an animal sanctuary at the time. The stories of some of the dogs and cats were very heartbreaking and new ones were being dumped on a daily basis in every imaginable rice field or near the sanctuary on the open roads. The sanctuary was already way overcrowded, but the number of newbies was growing almost daily. We had some volunteers arrive from Germany and it seemed to be just another day at the rescue. Everyone was going about their business and doing their daily chores when a truck arrived with dark blue plastic covering a cage and rope tied around it. It was driven by a farm worker who was performing her daily duties in a rice field and came across this big, in a plastic wrapped package. She usually would have not paid more attention to it, because things like that are found on a daily basis, but this package made weak, little noises and when she peeked t

Sissy – From Tramp To Lady Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous four-legged, black fur nose without a name in the same shelter, we were still working at. They called her “Dam”, which is Thai for Black. I had been so busy with trying to figure out how to get Loki out of there and thinking about how to convince my hubby, who was dead set on NOT adopting any more animals, that I did not realize, he had long set his eyes on another pup. I was in Loki’s run when my hubby came to me and asked me to follow him since he wanted to show me something in area B, which was the back part of the shelter and mainly the rescued fur noses from the illegal dog meat trade were kept there. I was in that area every day and could not imagine, what he wanted to show me, that I did not already know. There were so many runs, and some of the personalities of the dogs did not match with each other. It was my job back there to observe and start pairing the dogs with more suitable friends. My hub

Another hot and humid day in my home of choice - Thailand. I had been woken up by the screaming of two birds, that obviously did not know how to share this huge insect they'd found and were fighting over it, while the insect decided to make a run (or flight) for it. Here comes the old German saying to mind:  "W hen two quarrel, the third is happy." These two mynah birds really were at it to a point where even all of my nine very naughty rescue cats would stay away. After all, they already had enough experience with these birds to know not to mess with them. To a cat trying to catch a small bird , there is nothing worse than THAT bird yelling for his bigger friends, which arrive instantly with screaming and by the dozens to bomb on them. So here I was, waiting patiently on my coffee maker to finish brewing that so desperately needed life elixir to wake up not only my body, but my senses as well. Somehow I get the feeling, that a part of getting older is waki