Meeting Milly...Part 3: Milly

Meet Milly...previously known as Shelly a name she clearly didn't know from Adam...or Eve... or Fido...or Spot. Abi scoured the internet searching for the perfect dog name, finally settling on Milly or Mildred for short. Or is that Mildred...Milly for short. Either way, here she is. Milly is a 3 year old Jack Russell Terrier, from Anderson South Carolina, who was supposedly surrender for "chasing goats". Yes, that is exactly what her surrender paperwork said...CHASED GOATS. I was thinking Oh Shit. I know alot of Jacks can't go to homes with cats, nevermind a home with cats and chickens. I think we have just made a grave mistake. OK QUIT PANICKING! Lets see what happens before you freak out Karen!
Milly has continued to be as unimpressed by life now as she was that day in her crate surrounded by her hoppy (yes hoppy) crate mates! Aside from her jaunts on to the counter tops to see what treats the cats may have in their bowls...she has showed little interest in the cats, the chickens or the dogs.
I fear her original owner may have broke her spirit and honestly we have made it a mission to bring the "dog" in Milly back out. When she wags her nub I feel satisfaction knowing there is a dog in her somewhere. She rarely smiles...but does show interest in what Remi and Bella are up to. They run and play and she follows close by~but has yet to break down and join in the fun. I know she will eventually. You can tell she's thinking about it!
Anyway, this is Milly and I'm sure to have more on her in the weeks to come as we break the walls of silence that currently cage her. I can tell she has a heart of gold we just need to draw it out of her!

Here's another...but my last I swear!

Ok, so I love a good survey, but since I do not want to confuse blogging with myspace or facebooking I promise its my last!

A – Age: 34

B – Bed size: queen--which as big as john is... is more than enough.

C – Chore you hate: dishes---hate hate hate, this is me hissing at the dishes

D – Dogs’ names: Remy, Bella, and Milly

E – Essential start your day item: my one lone cup of coffee for the day

F – Favorite color: green...got to be green like the earth

G – Gold or Silver or Platinum: Silver but not for any particular reason

H – Height: 5'4"

I – Instruments you play: None

J – Job title: Human Resources Manager

K – Kid(s): Mason 12(13 in less than a month), Abi (short for Abigail) 12, Garrick who will be 8 tomorrow!~

L – Living arrangements: our cozy house filled with more fur than FURniture!

M – Mom’s name: Constance, or Connie for short

N – Nicknames: Mom, Webbie, Kare, Karen Sue

O – Overnight hospital stay other than birth: hmmm, no clue nothing i guess

P – Pet Peeve: laziness and ignorance

Q – Quote from a movie: The Universe Tends to Unfold as it should...its from Harold and Kumar, but ironically its a long time quote that I currently live by

R – Right handed or left handed: Rightie

S – Siblings: 2 sisters, and one brother in-law. Rhonda, Samantha, and Randy

T – Time you wake up: usually around 7, even on weekends. I feel this is a sign of my body showing its age

U- Underwear: if they are clean they are on and that's all i'm saying

V – Vegetable you dislike: onions is about it, but really is that a veggie?

W – Ways you run late: I don't, I think its rude (or maybe its laziness that keeps you from being on time)

X – X-rays you’ve had: teeth every year and a finger once

Y – Yummy food you make: as opposed to making yucky food?

Z – Zoo favorite: anything with fur, but honestly I dont believe that animals should be confined like that it makes them cranky

Animal Cruelty at it's Finest!

Today in the peak of the heat I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things to make taco's for dinner. I pull into the parking lot and take my place next door to a black VW~windows rolled up tight with a happy little black and white spotted dog locked inside!
HOLY FREAKIN SHIT! Are you kidding me? Who does this and should I call the cops? Well 911 is not really an option, Terryville is a small town a quick call to the dispatcher would have the cops out in a matter of minutes. I think the real question was ...how long has this poor little doggy been locked up? I tried the door handles.... both locked (your damn right i would've taken that dog out no problem). Damn it! I grab out my cell phone and call 411. (Does anyone ever have the number to the police station off hand? NO of course not.) I am connected with the cops and as I am telling the cop that I am calling about a dog locked in a car... a girl carrying a gallon of milk is making her way in my direction...oh wait, I think the owner is coming now, disregard. Sure enough, she is the owner of the car....and the dog. WHAT AN IDIOT SHE IS~I hope she saw me looking at her and wonders why I was sitting in my car half sticking out on the phone! I say nothing to her, relieved to know that she was back and had more than likely pulled in right before me (and yes, i checked my watch as soon as I saw the dog...I sat there approximately 3 minutes)~her poor little spotted doggy was probably not even locked up for 5 minutes... but seriously people! It was easily 80 degrees and clear skies, not a cloud to obscure the suns rays. This pooch could've been baked quickly and torturously.
Fact: The temperature inside a vehicle can rise up to 20 degrees in the first five minutes.
So while Little Miss Gallon of Milk may have locked her doggy up at a sultry 80 degrees even if she ran in and out of the store quickly her poor poochy was potentially baking in at 100 degrees~at that rate he would've been well done in just a couple hours... all for a $4.00 gallon of milk. How sad is that?
Anyway, it just disappoints me that people don't think...or think "its just a minute". Well, its just a life you could be taking away by being so selfish. Make the ten minute trip to your house, drop off Spot and THEN get the milk. Saving the few cents in gas to cut down on the trips is not worth the dogs life.