Hello friends, welcome to Ruff Life.
It is the first transport of 2025 and we are off with a bang.
We have 53 animals on board this week, 7 adult dogs, 1 adult cat, 14 kittens, and 31 puppies.
We love those numbers.
I know my voice doesn't sound as wonderful, beautiful, and lovely as it usually does.
That's because I am just now getting it back.
It has been completely gone, not so much as a whisper the last nine days.
I was honestly worried if I was even going to be able to record this episode, but the
show must go on.
This week's theme is potatoes.
And I know I said I was going to do a better job with themes this year, but I needed Tate
to be able to keep her name and there's not many things you can do with Tate, so it had
to be taters.
So speaking of, let's start off with her story.
Tater Tot or Tatum Tate, which is her real name.
She's been with me for six weeks now and man, what a journey it's been.
I shared her story on the Fosters Facebook page, so if you read that, I'm basically
just repeating that whole thing you can fast forward.
Tate is an eight year old golden doodle, but she is very small.
She belonged to an older lady who is in laws to some in laws of a friend of mine.
They said that the owner has casually, they thought jokingly made comments about wanting
them to take Tate for years and they finally said something in November like, you better
be careful saying that or we're really going to come get her.
And then the owner said, please do I can't take care of her.
She needs a better home.
And that's the first time that they realized she was actually serious.
So they asked her to send them a picture of the dog.
It took her a couple weeks to do it.
She's very old, but when my friend got the picture, she was horrified.
She sent it to me immediately and asked if there was anything that we could do because
she could not let that dog go another day like that.
Well she had to because Mama Becky decided to go to the hospital for possible acute liver
failure that night and that momentarily derailed my life.
Thank you very much, Mama Becky.
But nevertheless, a few days later and an AMA discharge, things are back to normal and
I picked Tate up.
Her name is Tatum Tate and they call her Tate.
I did not come up with any of those three names for her.
They're all terrible.
I picked Tater.
That one was me.
So our grooming partners were booked solid for the holidays.
So we had to get an emergency appointment with our good pal Hope Scroomer the next day.
I'm going to be honest, I don't totally know what this means, but they said her skin and
her coat were in such horrible conditions that they did the grooming over the course
of two days so that her skin could breathe overnight.
I don't know, but it sounds terrible.
The plan was for her to go to doggie daycare for the holidays and then get her back before
the first transport of 2025.
But after spending literally 10 seconds with her, I knew she needed to come home with me.
Tate hadn't been touched in over two years.
That was by the owner's own admission, mostly because she was so gross and smelly and matted,
but also because the owner just didn't care to pet her.
The owner got her from someone else when she was two years old.
Her first owner might have been fairly decent because they did get her spayed.
However, for the last six years, she has received zero veterinary care.
My friend is who went and picked her up from the owner and blows her heart.
She showed up with her very own owner surrender form and made the owner fill it out.
Well, actually she filled it out for the owner because the owner couldn't write well enough.
But when she got to the question, who do you use for the dog's vet, she said, well, if
I was going to take her to a vet, it probably would have been so and so.
My friend said, wait, you've never taken her to a vet this whole time that you've had
her.
And the owner said, no, I didn't think I needed to.
She also told her that Tate has spent every moment in a half bathroom, a crate, or on
a small tie out when she was let out to go potty.
Tate had the absolute worst ear infection I have ever seen in my life.
Her entire ear was completely black and it smelled like actual death and decay.
I don't think that this is actually what physically happened, but this is the only way that I
know how to describe it.
When we did the ear infection treatment, it's like it popped the infection ball inside her
ear and now black death smelling sticky tar looking goo dripped out of her ear and down
her face.
I sent the video to Dr. Burton and she said she had never seen that happen before.
Really it was the grossest and most shocking thing I have seen maybe ever, but for sure
in a long time.
For the first few weeks that I had her, she only walked in circles, big circles, small
circles, ovals, paste the perimeter of things.
Some of our vets thought that it might be from a brain tumor, but it turned out to be
from that horrible, awful ear infection.
And y'all know I rarely create anybody.
My home is puppy proof and I almost only foster adult dogs who figure out my doggy door almost
immediately.
While I busted the crate out for Tate because sometimes it was the only way to get her to
stop circling and just lay down and rest.
It was almost like a weighted blanket kind of thing for her.
Like I know she doesn't like it because we have to pick her up.
She's that small that we can pick her up and put her in the crate and she runs right out
when we open it, but she will go from circle pacing nonstop to instantly still settled
and sleeping.
That also turned out to be from the unbelievably horrific ear infection that she had.
We took her back to the vet after she finished the initial two week treatment.
They cleaned it out really well again and they said even though it was significantly
better than it was two weeks prior, it is still what would be considered a really bad
ear infection after completing an entire ear infection treatment.
So we did a second topical treatment, an oral antibiotic, and then they also gave her a steroid
shot just to give it all a jump start.
Three weeks later, she was finally acting like a normal dog.
There is no telling how many years, literal years, that this ear infection has gone unnoticed
and unmedicated.
Think about how unbearable that pain had to be for her to only walk in circles nonstop
to be constantly pacing and never able to settle and relax because the absolute most
sensitive part of your ear is throbbing with infection.
I've seen a lot of abuse cases in my life.
We have taken many cases to court and one because they were so horrific, but Tate may
be the worst ever.
This has never been hit or beaten or abused ever in her whole life, but this is by far
the worst neglect case I have ever had.
It has truly been an honor and I feel so privileged that I've gotten to watch her go from a pacing
anxious and constant pain matted up dog to a beautiful playful snuggly wild, absolutely
wild, 8 year old dog that anyone would be lucky to have.
Oh, and she's also got the worst storm anxiety of any dog I've ever seen.
I mean, she can tell when it's going to rain like hours before it even hits.
She's not destructive or anything, but it's just so upsetting to watch her shake and pant
and tremble like she's afraid for her life.
So I was giving her a sedative down here the few times that it rained and on New Year's
Eve when they were setting off fireworks and it worked wonders.
So if you're her foster or her new adopter, make sure you get some heavy duty drugs to
knock her out so she doesn't have to stress.
She is my best girl and I'm going to need updates on her wonderful, loving, full life
that I know she's going to have.
Her new family is going to have to make up for the last eight years of pure torture that
she's had during dear.
Wedge potatoes or Dr. Kirk's mama or mama bear or whatever much better name her new
family will come up with.
She is the mama of the W litter of 11 from the vines transport on November 1st last year.
I covered their story on that podcast episode, but I'll give you a brief summary now and
an update on how she's done since her puppies left.
Her puppies were owner surrenders from our town's retired veterinarian.
The mama dog showed up at his vet's office.
This vet is old and retired, but he was feeding the dog every day.
The vet had a rec recently and a friend of his named Roger took over caring for the puppies
and called us about him.
There were 11 puppies total.
Jess went over there to see them one day and there was another lady there who claimed
she was going to take three of the puppies with her.
They fought back and forth for a while and finally she left with just one puppy.
Neither Jess nor Roger owned the dog or their property and their hands were kind of tied
so as sick as it made her just felt like that puppy had to take one for the team so that
all the other puppies could get out of there.
Jessica told me that I had to say that, but I 100% disagree.
If I would have been there, I would have gotten all 11 that day or I would have left in handcuffs,
but whatever, I guess her way worked out too.
The mama dog was also flipping out when Jessica was there.
We all thought it was because she was feral, but it ended up just being because of this
woman.
Anyways, the next day Roger went there.
There were only 10 puppies and while he was there, a guy showed up and said that he was
there for a puppy and that the woman from the day before had sent him.
Roger told him he could not have a puppy and the guy got mad and argued and finally stomped
off cussing and said he'd be back later.
When Roger came back the next day, there were 9 and that made him so mad.
He tracked the lady down and told her none of them had any right to be up there and if
anybody else showed up, he would file trespassing charges and he wanted all the puppies she
took back or he'd file charges against her.
So the next day, all 11 puppies were there.
We did not send the mom with these guys because we were not totally sure if she was an adoptable
dog yet, but either way, she was going to be spayed and sent to our foster barn to live
as a barn dog or she would go on a trance.
Well, don't bother going to listen to the podcast episode if you were going to because
I just read you exactly what I said in that episode.
Anyways, the mama ended up being a fantastic dog, truly.
She was definitely skittish at first, but after two days she was practically making
out with Jess on the doghouse couch.
She did great with my mom, Jess's husband, me and my 8 month old baby.
She definitely seemed lonely though, so we ended up sending her to Doggy Daycare at the
end of November.
She was so scared of the other dogs there that she had to spend the first few days in
the little dog room with all the Yorkies and the Chihuahuas.
So picture a 75 pound purebred German Shepherd in a room with a bunch of little yapp yapp
dogs because she's so scared of the dogs her own size.
After a few days though, they did move her up to her size appropriate room and she had
an absolute blast with all the dogs.
She's actually being picked up and going straight from Doggy Daycare onto the van for
Virginia, so I'm sure she is going to sleep for a week straight when she gets to her
foster home.
We actually didn't even know that she was purebred until the DNA test came back from
the puppies and they were purebred as well.
So that was a fun surprise.
Okay, we are like 14 minutes in and that was only two stories.
So let me try to speed this up for y'all.
Instant potatoes was found on the side of the road in the middle of the night when a
lady was on her way home from work.
She picked her up and called a friend who called us to take her.
It was found by a man driving home from work when he noticed something tiny on the very
edge of a four-lane highway.
He said he turned around to check and was shocked when he saw this little puppy was
out in the middle of nowhere about to be run over.
He and his wife have a newborn baby, but he brought him home anyways until they could
find someone else to take him.
They were so relieved when they found us and that we told him we could take him.
Oven roasted, wandered up to a house in a nearby town.
He is so cute that they just knew he must belong to someone, but after having him posted
on Facebook for well over a week, no owner came forward.
They agreed to foster him until transport and he has been the best dog.
They are so sad to see him go, but very thankful for the opportunity to find him a wonderful
home.
Diced, wandered up to a house as a tiny little puppy and the homeowners posted him on Facebook
looking for the owner.
After no one responded, one of our fosters offered to take him and quickly realized that
he had sarcoptic mange, but not soon enough and she ended up having to be treated too.
But after several medicated baths and some next guard, he's doing great and the foster
has cleared up as well.
All-grat-in, I hate that that's her name because she's got such a good story and that's a terrible
name.
One of our rescue partners posted her picture on Facebook back in October and it broke my
heart.
If you didn't see her picture, I am working real hard to get my life together enough that
I start posting on the Instagram page again.
So I will work hard to get that posted by the time that you're hearing this.
Anyways, she was completely bald.
She looked so pitiful.
Super sad picture.
Someone in the comments was like, oh my gosh, someone has to do something, someone, someone
please, which is so unhelpful when people do that.
Apparently our rescue partner went to the door and the owner didn't want to surrender
the dog.
I commented and told them just throw an X card out in the yard.
The owner's going to have no idea that she ate it and it's going to cure her mange.
Anyways, the next day, someone went by the house to check on her baby to throw an X card
in the yard, like I said, but they couldn't find her anymore.
A couple days later, someone else went by and didn't see her there either.
So they asked a neighbor what happened and the neighbor actually happened to be the owner
of the property.
The owner of the dog was renting the house from this neighbor.
So the landlord and this random rescuer went to the house and the puppy was there.
They found the puppy.
The landlord told the rescuer that the renter wasn't even allowed to have dogs and that
she was pretty sure this wasn't even his dog and told the rescuer to take it and get it
immediate help.
Since it was technically on her property and she was technically allowed to authorize it,
we technically were legally allowed to take the dog.
And technically the dog was in such horrible condition we could have pressed charges and
gotten legal custody of the dog anyways.
But I digress.
We got the dog.
She was honestly half dead.
We rushed her to Dr. Jamie's where she literally threw the book at her and gave her so much
medical, oral, topical, medicated shampoo, medicated food.
She needed everything.
She's doing absolutely fantastic now.
You wouldn't even know she had such a terrible start to her life.
Oh, but we also found out by another neighbor after the fact that when this dog first showed
up, the quote unquote owner would leave her in a crate with no shelter for days on end
when he would be out of town.
So obviously not anyone who needed to own an animal.
Undercooked.
Listen, sometimes I have so many animals and so many different letters that I don't have
enough letters in my theme to cover all of the names.
But I'll be danged if I let that be a reason an animal doesn't make it on transport.
So even though I ran out of letters to use for my names, when this guy got a Peacebook
Foster, I knew it was more important that he went on transport than having a good name.
So undercooked potatoes it is.
His owner submitted a post to the Rescue Facebook page that our rescue partner Hope is an admin
of.
So she intercepted it and deleted the post immediately.
She messaged the owner, the owner was saying that she would be moving and unable to take
him.
So Hope told her that she could take him for the rescue where he would get the very best
home he would live inside, never want for anything for the rest of her life.
She went by to pick him up and this wild teenage dog with wild hair runs out, smells like a
glade plug-ins.
She had to crack a window on her way to the foster because he smelled so bad.
After getting neutered and a much needed grooming, he has calmed down and become quite the couch
potato.
He's had two sweet girls to play with but he is ready for a family of his own.
It's ironic that Hope called him a couch potato because she doesn't even know that this theme
this week is potatoes.
Couch potatoes would have been a really good name.
Well anything probably would have been a better name than undercooked.
Oh and I don't know what kind of doodle he is.
He looked like a Bernie doodle before we shaved him.
Then he looked like an Aussie doodle but his paperwork says he's CKC registered as a golden
doodle but CKC registration means nothing.
You could register a boulder with the CKC.
It's worthless.
The G family.
So the mama was a stray that was hanging around a property in a nearby town.
Then when the landlord realized that she was pregnant she brought her to her home and she
had her puppies there.
There were four puppies total but two of them disappeared one night when they were about
five weeks old.
That's when a foster went to go get the mama and the two remaining puppies to keep them
safe until transport.
The L family dang whoever is fostering or adopting Laura whose real name is Belle.
You better count your lucky stars that I was fostering Tate.
Otherwise Belle would have been with me over this break and I cannot promise that she would
have made it on transport.
The burgater is winning the jackpot.
Laura Belle was bought from a backyard breeder last Christmas as a puppy for a 15 year old
girl from her dad.
Her parents are divorced and apparently the mother did not want a dog so Laura Belle was
put in a kennel outside almost immediately.
Fast forward to December 2024 and Laura Belle had just given birth to six puppies.
Well I actually don't know how many puppies originally but I know six lived.
Anyways when the puppies were three weeks old Laura Belle broke with Parvo of course
the now 16 year old owner couldn't do anything about it and apparently her parents were no
help either.
Luckily though the girl was dating a 16 year old boy who had just moved here from Illinois
and if you didn't know every single person who moves here from up north is immediately
shocked and horrified at how little people who live down here care for their animals.
So when this boy told his parents what was going on not only did they take all of the
three six all of the six three week old puppies into their home and bottle feed them and keep
them alive and find them homes they took Laura Belle to the vet and left her there to be
treated around the clock for Parvo.
There is no telling how much money they spent on these dogs.
I'm dogging well over $2,000 on dogs that aren't even theirs.
Well once the puppies were old enough and after taking them to the vet to get vaccinated
which honestly was probably a first for the vets down here to see someone bring in a litter
of puppies and have them vaccinated before giving them away they found homes for four
of the puppies which is disappointing but in their defense they didn't know about us
then.
Then a couple weeks later the mom of the boyfriend messaged us and asked if we would take the
last two puppies because they were going out of town for Christmas and she was really
stressed about what to do with them.
Of course we snatched these babies up and then after finding out what wonderful rescue
wolf trap is and how great their homes are going to be the mom wrote us back a few days
later and asked if we would be interested in Laura Belle.
She said after she was discharged from the vet the 16 year old girl just put her back
in a little kennel outside and she really wasn't too attached to her at all.
So we went and got her that day and put her at the dog house because I had Tate even though
a golden retriever is Justin's dream dog.
It's actually TBD if he even lets me load her on the van tomorrow during transport when
he meets her but we'll see.
The age litter of four were actually a litter of eight that showed up to someone's house
right before our last transport of 2024.
We gave her other rescues to get in touch with and told her that we didn't have another
transport until January and someone else might be able to get to them sooner.
She reached out to all the places that we told her to, several she found on her own
and all of the local vets offices who all referred her back to us which I think is so
funny.
No one had any room or even a waiting list that they would put her on.
She continued to text us pretty much every day so we told her if she could hang on to
them until January we would get them on the first transport.
She ended up giving one away, one was run over in front of her house and two disappeared
so we got the surviving four out of there as soon as we could.
The F litter of four are the grand pups from Orange Juice's adult dog from a previous litter.
Orange Juice was on the November 11th, 2023 transport.
These puppies are also from the same mom and honestly probably the same dad as Elsa from
the February 7th, 2024 frozen transport.
The mama of these puppies is the daughter of Orange Juice from a litter we didn't even
know she had until last year.
This is this mama's third litter and she is so feral it is unbelievable.
We have been trying to catch this dog for over a year and absolutely nothing has worked.
And if you're an OG you know feral dogs are my thing.
I love the feral ones, I love the challenge, they're the best dogs, I love it.
But this girl beats all I've ever seen.
We have a trap set out there that the homeowner sets for us and watches constantly.
The dog isn't even a little bit interested in it.
The owner has tried for over two years to befriend her but she wants nothing to do with
anyone or not even the only rescue that has tried to catch or trap her.
Several others have tried and no one has even gotten close.
I am telling y'all aside from a dart gun which no one will buy me because they don't
trust me to not use it on owners, we've tried everything.
Anyways, she keeps having her puppies under an abandoned house and they're always feral
by the time they're old enough for us to take them so they have to be trapped, trinked,
or tricked for us to get to them.
These four wouldn't even make eye contact with Jess when she first went there.
Obviously we'll keep trying to catch them, I have no doubt she will never be adoptable
but we just want to get her spayed and return her at the very least.
The R letter of six are from one of our fosters.
She texted us right before Thanksgiving about a dog that was across the road from her house
that had just had puppies.
The neighbors didn't take care of her and our foster was always putting food and water
out for her.
This is this mama's second letter and our foster doesn't even know what happened to
the puppies in the first letter, they just disappeared.
These puppies were four weeks old at the time and we told her if she would foster them that
we would get them on the first transport in January.
We were about to have some super cold weather the next week so our foster went out and bought
a kennel and tarped it up real good to keep them warm and brought the mama and the puppies
to her house until it warmed up.
Apparently the owner of the mama dog told her the dog is not hers and the puppies are
not her problem so our foster is going to take the mama to be spayed in a couple weeks
with one of our spay vouchers and I guess she's got herself a new dog.
The S letter of ten are owner surrenders.
If you didn't know we have a booth at a flea market, we have to have this booth because
you dadgum people are so dang wonderful and you send us so many donations we literally
cannot store or give them away fast enough.
So we have my old house, the dog house, where we use all of the closets and one whole bedroom
just for storage, two car garage that we use half of for storage and then the other half
is where the dogs run in and out through the doggy door and the laundry room to get to
the backyard.
But then we have a huge huge shed where we keep supplies and donations and all that.
We still don't have enough room for everything that gets sent down to us so things that we
don't need a massive supply of like collars or leashes, fancy bowls, dog clothes, all that.
We sell it at this indoor flea market and we use all the money we make from that for
the animals down here.
So if there's a situation where Wolf Drab doesn't necessarily want to pull an animal because
we've just committed to multiple other adult dogs with big medical bills, we'll say like,
okay we'll pay for this one's heartworm treatment or broken leg surgery or whatever it is if
you'll take it when it's healed.
Or situations where we pull a mama dog in her puppies but the owner has multiple other
dogs that they're keeping.
Wolf Drab will pay to spay one or two and then we'll use our booth money to spay and
neuter the rest.
We also used it to buy just a big metal roof for one of our kennels to help weatherproof
it.
Anyways, the point of that story was the owner of this litter was buying a huge mess.
I didn't even know they made crates this big, crate from the booth.
It was so big that we couldn't even have it at the booth so he was coming to the doghouse
to pick it up.
My mom was meeting him and I was meeting her for something else so we just happened to
all be there at the same time.
My mom asked him why he needed such a humongous crate and he said his dog had just had puppies
and it was getting too cold for them to be outside so he needed something to keep them
in inside so they'd be warm but also not able to run around and destroy his house.
One thing led to another and my mom told him about the rescue and said that's actually
my daughter over there that's in charge of it if you want to tell her about the puppies.
So he tells me he has 10 puppies and even though they're only a few days old he has
been worried since before they were born about what he would do with them and how he would
find good enough homes you could literally see a 100 pound weight lifted off his shoulders
when I told him that we would take them all and spay his mom for him.
I told him that we were close for the holidays though and to text me every now and then and
remind me that he had 10 puppies so that I wouldn't forget about them.
Y'all this sweet man texted me every single week giving me updates like pups are one week
old today pups open their eyes this week.
Pups are eating mushed food now and I hate to say this but honestly every single week
when I would get these tags I would think to myself oh crap I forgot all about that
litter.
I need to make a 2025 specie and get them on an ASAP and then I wouldn't and then I
would have the same thought the next week and the next week and the next.
Oh and another funny story from that litter that has absolutely nothing to do with the
puppies either.
My mother is notorious for giving out my number to all kinds of people except she gives them
her number by accident.
I mean there's probably only been one or two times that she's actually given my number
the first time and not hers.
Even when she's texting someone and it's meaning to text them my number she'll send hers.
One lady even takes it back and said do you and your daughter have the same number?
Anyways I was in my car when I was talking to this man with the driver window rolled
down because Mary Sue was asleep in the back so my mom's like oh I'll write Katie's number
down for you so you can text her the pictures and I said make sure you give him my number
and not yours.
She laughs, she writes down the number, hands it to him, he puts it in his pocket but then
I said hang on let me see what number she wrote down because she is so bad about giving
people her number instead.
They both laughed and I'm like no really let me see what number she wrote down.
Sure enough even after reminding her with us standing right there she wrote down her
own dang phone number and put Katie's cell under it so I had to scratch it out and write
my actual number.
It was so dumb.
But anyways these puppies were very loved and very well taken care of which is so rare
for us.
Okay for the kittens Jumbo Potato.
I'm so sorry about these names.
Jumbo Potato was found under someone's deck.
It cried and meowed for three days before they were able to get to her and get her out.
We picked her up a few days later and as soon as we got her we knew something was wrong
with her leg.
Well first of all it was cut open and bleeding so that was a pretty clear sign that something
was wrong.
But when we took her to the vet for it they said it was actually an old injury.
It was a broken leg that had already healed but because of the way she walks and where
it was broken at the bone would pop out of the skin and that's why the wound never healed
and it looked like a fresh injury.
So the vet stitched her up and said it's either going to heal just fine or it's going to need
to be amputated.
Luckily he did clear her for transport though so Dr. Burton will be the one who decides what
to do for her.
Bangers and mash was found under the hood of a car.
It took several guys tinkering with all the parts before they could finally get him out.
Veetlot.
I looked up how to pronounce that and I still don't think that was right or Nala which is
her real name was an owner surrender.
The owner put on Facebook that he was moving and couldn't have animals at his new home.
He was so relieved when I told him that I would ensure that she went to a wonderful
inside home where she would be a member of the family.
That's what our rescue partner Hope told him.
New potato was found at a construction site and was crying so loudly that one of the workers
stopped, picked her up and carried her home because he was so worried about her.
His wife called one of our fosters because she was so tiny and pitiful they weren't
sure she was even going to make it.
The M litter of two are from our bottle feeder foster but they were not bottle fed.
They came from our fosters co-worker.
Her cat had kittens and she told our fosters she was going to dump them somewhere because
she didn't want any more cats.
So our foster went and got them that night.
She tried to get the mama too but apparently the owner does like that cat.
We gave her a spay voucher but our bottle feeder foster is probably going to be the one that
has to take the cat to the appointment because it does not sound like that owner is too concerned.
The K litter of two were posted on Facebook trying to find homes for the last two in their
litter.
A foster took them in and paid for the mama to be spayed since it was a friend of hers
who owned them.
The Y litter of two are from a large feral cat colony behind some apartments in a nearby
town.
Our rescue group is trying to TNR, trap new to return them but typically when you do that
you don't return any kittens because they can usually be tamed.
And lucky for these two they got real friendly real quick.
The P litter of five are actually not a litter of five, it's actually a litter of three and
two singles but they've all been fostered together and are roughly the same age and
I was really hurting for letters for this theme so litter of five it is.
The two black and white kittens and the black kitten with the bob tail are all actual litter
mates.
Their mama is a feral cat that couldn't be trapped but the rescue was able to catch
these three kittens.
The black cat with the long tail, the foster named Daryl, feel free to change that although
that might be better than whatever he ends up with as his name.
This is what the foster said.
Oh Daryl is from a crazy girl in another town.
She found him in the road and thought he was dead.
She actually got him back to health and then called me going on about how she was going
crazy and she needed to get rid of him immediately.
So I don't know what that means but yikes.
Then the gray and white kitten was found in someone's carport.
It's a friend of the fosters so they called her to come get it.
That is all of the stories for this week.
Believe it or not I really tried to keep this episode short and sweet for the sake of y'all
having to listen to my voice right now but apparently my teachers were right and I am
blessed with a gift of gab.
We've got another transport coming January 18th and there are some itty bitties already
lined up for that one so make sure you sign up to foster if you can.
If you get a chance take a second to rate, review and subscribe to the podcast.
Someone asked me the other day what I hope to happen with this podcast which honestly
is a rude thing to ask but people down here just don't understand how shocking these stories
are to everyone else in the world.
Anyways I told them that I hope one day I could monetize the podcast and make enough
money from it to quit my job.
And they seemed very taken aback.
And then I said because I hate that some of the money from the rescue has to go to pay
me so that I am able to do the rescuing.
I want to make enough money from some other source so that the rescue can use my salary
on saving the animals that I am saving.
So when you take the time to rate, review and subscribe it boosts our podcast and the
algorithm whatever that means for sponsors to find and hopefully one day I can quit my
job so I can do my job for free.
It's a ruff life but someone's got to do it.