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We have decided to blog our adventures again. So much has changed since we last blogged. Bella and Shiloh both went to their forever homes and they are in wonderful families. June Bug got adopted. We quit fostering dogs after those adoptions because Tanker's epilepsy got bad. We quit doing therapy dog work because Tanker's epilepsy got bad. Tanker passed away June 9th, 2013. We adopted a senior border collie named Shania Tankerbelle in his memory. We still have our two cats, Sweet Pea and Little Bit. Wes has started rescuing pitiful bettas from Wal-Mart and we currently have seven. We have a camper. We camp. We have focused on giving our animals the best lives possible. We are The Foster Zoo Crew and we like to have fun.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

More Alabama Adventures and PUPPIES!!!

Alabama was not all work and no play.  We spent time with my very good friend, Jocelyn, her two boys, Tyler and Drew, and her boyfriend, Jason.  Jocelyn is like a sister to me.  If there is such a thing as a soul-mate for a friend, she is mine.  Jocelyn and I met while our husbands were stationed at Andrews AFB.  Her husband, Jim, worked with Wes.  Jim passed away two years ago in a car accident.  Not long after Jim died, my brother John died.  We grieved together.  We grew together.  We learned from each other.  We both have the same interests.  We both grew up with animals and riding horses.  Except for the fact that she grew up in Washington State and I in Florida, you'd think we grew up together.  We are that much alike.

When the tornadoes struck Alabama, Wes and I were really worried about Jocelyn and her family.  When we found out she was okay, we asked her what we could do to help her community.  She said that her church was collecting clothing and supplies for those in need.  We began a clothing drive up here in the DC area to ship down to her.  Never did we imagine we would get so much stuff!  The cost to ship everything would have been outrageous!

When Tanker was in the ICU from having ten seizures in two days, I was really scared of losing him.  Blondie passed away last summer unexpectedly.  Her death was devastating to me and Wes.  If Tanker were to pass away like that, Wes would take it extremely hard because Tanker was the dog he rescued off the flight line at Fairchild AFB.  Not only would he lose his dog, he would lose his therapy dog partner.  It was after Tanker's hospitalization that I started thinking of adopting another dog for Wes to train to be a therapy dog.  Not that it would ease the pain of losing Tanker when the time comes, but at least he would have a back up so he wouldn't have to quit volunteering.  Having to quit volunteer work on top of losing Tanker would be double devastation.  I started looking around and couldn't find a dog that was just right.  Wes really likes border collies because that's what Tanker is.  Not long after Tanker was in the ICU, Jocelyn sent me pictures of the puppies born from a stray border collie that had wandered onto her farm from a neighbor's house.  The puppies were half border collie and half lab.  The neighbor did not want anything to do with them and Jocelyn was forced to find them all homes.  Did God send us a puppy for Wes?  Getting the exact breed Wes wanted from my very best friend couldn't be more perfect.

Wes wanted a girl with lots of white on her.  He picked out the one he wanted through pictures.  He decided her name would be Bella.  Wes plays guitar at Bella Cafe and it is our local hangout.  We are very good friends with the owner, Will.  Bella Cafe has been there for us through the many hardships we have endured in the last few years.  Like the puppy itself, the name couldn't be more perfect.

We had planned on having Bella flown up here, but after the tornadoes, after we made it our mission to collect supplies for tornado victims, we felt it would be best to drive to Alabama instead.  The cost of shipping everything we had collected plus the cost of flying Bella to Virginia would have far outweighed the cost of gas to drive down there.  It was the perfect plan.  Not only did we get to see Jocelyn and the kids, we also got to meet Jason, see her farm, personally help the tornado victims, and we ended up taking two puppies instead of one.  The last remaining puppy to be adopted was a puppy that looked just like Bella.  Jocelyn and the boys called her Shy Girl because she was the shy one out of the litter at first.  Not anymore.  Shy Girl has become very outgoing.  We changed her name to Shiloh.

The decision to take Shiloh was based on the fact that we could find her a better home quicker up here than Jocelyn could in Alabama after the tornadoes.  That was my thinking.  I think Wes had it in the back of his mind the entire time to keep Shiloh ourselves. 

I try to rely on Wes to make final big decisions in our house.  I like to be part of the process, but I believe that the husband is the head of the house.  The wife is supposed to love and support the husband.  That is how our marriage works.  That's how I believe God intended marriage to be.  When Wes said he wanted to take both puppies and that we could afford it, I had my doubts, but supported his desire to have them both.  Wes has got a soft heart for animals.  He is just like me.  I was the kid who brought home all the strays.  Wes is the adult that brings home all the strays.  God really knew what he was doing when he brought us together.

Now we have four dogs: Tanker, Topher, Bella, and Shiloh.  Taking the two puppies together was the best decision we could have made.  They play with each other, they wear each other out, and they have made an easy transition moving from house to house since they have each other.  When we left Alabama, we went back to Georgia to my parents' house.  My mom and dad kept Tanker and Topher while we were in Alabama.  We were worried how my parents' three chihuahuas and our two dogs would take to the puppies.  Everything went surprisingly well.  All the dogs played in the backyard together.  No fights.  All play.

We had to be careful with the two puppies and what we exposed them to because they had not had all their vaccinations yet.  However, my mom's coworkers in the counseling department at Collins Hill High School have been like family to us for years.  They are some of Tanker and Topher's biggest fans.  They had yet to see Tanker and Topher in their vests and they were anxious to see the new puppies.  They are all dog people.  We carried the puppies in and we all snuck in the back door as to not be seen by a lot of the students in the school.  We went back to my mom's office where my mom's coworkers and a couple of her student aides came in to see us.  Tanker and Topher of course did great.  The puppies followed Tanker and Topher and did really well too.  They did well on their leashes.  They visited nicely when people came in to see them.  They ended up falling asleep on the floor.  They were not the least bit stressed.  They will end up making great therapy dogs.

We had a great trip to Alabama and Georgia.  We got to help many people, we got to spend time with Jocelyn and her family, we got to see my parents, and we acquired two new additions to our family.  Here are some pictures of our trip:

Jocelyn's beautiful log cabin on 40 acres where we stayed
in Alabama.  It was secluded and peaceful.  It felt like
a vacation.


 Looking off of Jocelyn's front porch Sunday morning after waking up. 
It was cool and beautiful.  We all then went to the barn and
walked the horses out to the pasture.  With all the hills, it was quite
the workout!

All play and no work.  That's what puppies are all about!



The horses after walking them to the pasture.


Bella (left) and Shiloh (right) right before we left Alabama.

Bella (up front) and Shiloh (laying down) in the cart at Petsmart to get their collars, leashes, and dog food.  We kept them in the cart or carried them as to not expose them to other doggy germs.

Bella (left) and Shiloh (right) after we got to my parents' house.  They just layed by the fence and watched the other dogs.  It took them a little while to warm up to everyone.

"For the love of dog bones, what did Mom and Dad bring home this time?  And what am I supposed to do with them??"  -Topher

Sacked out on the kitchen floor after an afternoon of playing and exploring.

This is how we look after getting into mischief by pulling the grease pan out of the back of the grill and licking it clean.  Getting into things we are not supposed to is so tiring.  Must rest up for next adventure.
"If I'm going to raise them, they will be raised right." -Topher

"The puppies are up in the seat, and Tanker and I are in the back.  How did the puppies get VID (Very Important Dog) status already?

They don't mind car rides at all.  They just sleep.

At my mom's office in Collins Hill High School waiting for our friends to come see our new puppies.  Tanker and Topher wanted to show off their vests to their friends in the counseling office.

They are out of control.  We have a wild group here.

Leaving the high school.  Everybody was in the back.  We even had some parents come up to our car wanting to pet them all.  She had recently lost her dog and she said she needed a dog fix.  Topher, Tanker, Bella, and Shiloh all gave her some love.

Bella learned how to drink out of the fountain at my mom's house.


Topher can usually be found right by the puppies. 

Our dogs have a rough life.  Look at all the toys.
Puppies are a lot of work.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Pay It Forward: Helping those devestated in Alabama

“Sail beyond the horizon; fly higher than you ever thought possible; magnify your existence by helping others; be kind to people and animals of all shapes and sizes; be true to what you value most; shine your light on the world; and be the person you were born to be.” Blake Beattie

What would the world be if we all just did what we were supposed to do?  How would we ever move forward if we only did what we had to?  How could anyone ever know love if we didn't go beyond our expectations to help others?  That's what this weekend was all about for Wes and I.  We consider ourselves pretty giving people.  If a friend is going through hardship, we help them out.  If a family member is sick, we take care of them.  If a dog or cat needs a home, we take them in.  These are great things, but are we really going out of our way to make a difference?  Did we sacrifice much to show another person love?  Did we reach out to others who didn't know love existed?

God shows unconditional love.  My brother, John, was the epiphany of love.  He did not go to church.  He did not stand on the roof top and yell out the word of God.  He lived his life the way Christ showed us to.  He went out of his way to help others.  He was there for strangers.  He did not ask what they believed.  He didn't care what color you were, what God you believed in, which religious text you read.  He cared that he made you smile.  He cared that you felt his warm heart every time he talked to you.  At John's funeral and viewing, we met many people who came to say their final thank you to John for showing them love.  One particular man stood out.  He met John when his car broke down on the side of the road in Atlanta.  John stopped to fix his car and give him a ride.  He had never met John, but John asked no questions.  He just reached out his hand, opened his heart, and helped out a stranger in need.  That is the life Wes and I want to live.  John is our inspiration.  He lived for God more than any person I've ever known.

After picking up numerous donations in the D.C. area and Georgia, we made our way down I-20 to Alabama bright and early Saturday morning.  As soon as we crossed the Alabama border, we went into full help mode.  We passed power crews working to restore power.  The excitement built the closer we got to the disaster area.

We were not able to take the route the GPS was taking us to get to Jocelyn's house.  Some of those roads had been shut down preventing people from driving through and gawking at the destruction and looters from coming through to steal stuff.  We had to take backroads and the destruction to the forests around us was enough for us open our eyes to the devestation caused by these storms.

 Excitement began to set in as we made our way into Birmingham and towards the areas affected by storms.
                                        



Just a few images of the backroads we had to take to get to Jocelyn's house. 
                                         
As we got closer and closer to Jocelyn's house, the excitement grew on both ends.  Jocelyn kept calling and asking where we were at.  Are you here yet?!  Jocelyn is one of my very best friends.  She is like the sister I never had.  We finally made it to her driveway, which was another mile and a half to her house.  Yes, her driveway is that long.  She lives on 40 acres in a beautiful log cabin.



After a great breakfast made by Jocelyn, we made our way out to distribute donations.  The first chuch we went to was full and could not accept any more.  The second was full.  Then we got to the third.  The third church we went to was full as well, but we met a lady who lived in Sipsey, Alabama.  Sipsey is a small town that was devestated by the tornados.  We could not get into Sipsey because it had been cordoned off by police.  Only people who lived there were allowed in and out.  However, families were homeless and had lost all their belongings.  The lady we met, Patty, had her car and was coming out of Sipsey to get supplies to donate to families who lost their homes.  She said that most of the big relief effort organizations were set up outside of Sipsey and that residents couldn't get to them.  She and the church had taken on the mission to come out and gather supplies and bring them back.  They went from door to door to donate clothing, food, medical supplies, etc. to tornado victims.  I felt that she was the angel we were looking for.  To be able to give an SUV packed full of supplies to a small town devastated, yet not receiving much help because they were not the big city and on the news, felt just right.  We unloaded our vehicle and packed it all in her SUV.  She was especially grateful for the brand new glucose meter and test strips my dad donated.  She said that many people need them, but they don't get many in donations.  Before leaving, she asked for our names, numbers, and addresses.  I am looking forward to hearing from her.  I have her number as well and I may call her soon to see how everything is going.  One story she told me touched me, and I'm sure it will many of you.  One little boy was found alive in Sipsey hiding in a deep freezer.  He was only 3.  They asked him what his name was and who his parents were.  He didn't answer many questions.  They asked him who put him in the freezer and he answered, "the man with wings."  They still do not know who his parents are, where they are, or if they are alive.  However, they all know he was spared death and that he has a great purpose here on earth.  I had chill bumps when I heard that.

Because many of the towns around Birmingham were cordoned off by police, we made our way to Tuscaloosa with the several bags of dog food donated to us by Georgia Humane Society.  Along the way, we saw mass destruction.  We did not take pictures of people and their homes because I felt it was disrespectful and insensitive.  We can only tell you what we saw.  We drove through a small town where we saw homes that had been picked up off of their foundations and taken elsewhere.  They weren't in pieces on the ground.  They were completely missing.  The only thing left was the slab foundations and empty basements.  We saw a house that had been cut in half by the tornado.  It looked as though a giant knife had just sliced it down the middle.  Families sat outside their homes without roofs or windows.  They had plywood signs that read, "we need supplies."  We saw a neighborhood where the only thing left standing was the sign at the entrance.  Everything else had been leveled.

When we got to Tuscaloosa, the devestation was incomprehendable.  It was interesting to see how the tornado strikes.  You can be driving down the road and everything be intact and normal, and then bam, mass destruction.  It was such hit and miss.  We got to a main stretch in Tuscaloosa.  We saw the mall and the Belk that has been shown on the news countless times.  The devestation was massive.  Here is a video of the area we were in.  You will see some of the buildings I have pictures of.


Here are some of the pictures I took:

















Lastly, we found the Humane Society of the United States set up on the side of the road donating pet supplies to those who needed them.  They were set up in an area of mass destruction.  We stopped and introduced ourselves, told them that we were from the DC area and had driven supplies down to Alabama.  We told them we had stopped in Georgia and our good friends from Georgia Humane Society donated multiple bags of dog food.  They were very grateful for the donations.  With the dog food, Wes and I had also donated a crate, toys, and a bed that had been donated by ourselves and good friends.  Half of our donations went towards animals that had been found among the rubble, and the other half to families with animals that had lost their homes.  We were not able to go down to the area where they were set up finding animals, but we were in the area where they were handing out supplies.





Leaving Alabama was extremely hard.  Although it seemed like we did a lot and donated so much (there were over 300 pieces of clothing donated, over 20 pairs of shoes, medical supplies, food, pet supplies, etc.), it was only a drop in the bucket with the amount of work that still needs to be done in Alabama.  Other areas need help too.  Georgia, Tennessee, Southwest Virginia...they were all hit hard by these storms.  We left Alabama with a heavy heart for these people.  We left Alabama feeling guilty for not doing more. 

Overall, it was a great weekend.  It was very rewarding to give to those who needed it.  I loved spending time with my sister-friend, Jocelyn, her two boys, Drew and Tyler, and Jason.  Seeing them did our hearts good.

Thank the many of you who donated items and money to make this trip possible.  I will be sending out individual thank you cards to all of you.  Your overwhelming love and generosity inspired us.  We love you.


“If you have much, give your wealth; if you have little, give your heart.” Anonymous



Saturday, May 7, 2011

Packed and headed to Alabama- written from cell phone

Wes, Topher, Tanker and I left Virginia on Friday morning after Wes got off work.  He came home, we packed up the back of the Jimmy, loaded the dogs in the middle with the saddle and horse stuff I am giving Jocelyn, and we headed to Georgia.  Topher and Tanker did really well on the drive and they enjoyed laying on the saddle pads.  They must have like the smell of my old horses.

We arrived in Georgia around 3:30 in the afternoon on Friday.  We had both been up over 24 hours at that point and were exhausted.  There was work to be done though.  My mom had collected donations and gathered many bags of stuff from her house and my grandmother's.  To make more room so we could take more, we unloaded the Jimmy and repacked everything.  We sorted clothes by age and gender, and we folded and rolled everything to make it more compact.  When we finished, we estimated that we had over 300 pieces of clothing, over 20 pairs of shoes, phones, toiletries, several sheet sets, towels, medical supplies, crates, flashlights, etc.  Because we were so exhausted, we stayed the night in Georgia at my parents' house.
This morning, we got up early and left my parents' house at 6:30.  We went to a friend's house in Atlanta and picked up donations.  We met our friend who is also the president of the Georgia Humane Society and she donated several bags of dog food that were donated by Petsmart.  As you can see in the last pictures, we had a hard time shutting the back of the Jimmy because we had so much stuff!

We are now on I-20 on our way to the Birmingham/Tuscaloosa area.  Thank you all who donated to us to make this mission of ours possible.  We have been blessed by your generosity.


Our car packed with donations from Virginia.  Getting ready to leave for Georgia.  The dogs are up front.  It was 5:00 in the morning.
The dogs rode up front with the saddle I gave to Jocelyn.  They did not have much room, but they loved laying with the horse stuff




Topher and Quico laying with the donations my mom and dad collected in Georgia.
We were packed full from the back all the way up to our seats.  That bookbag was the only thing that was ours.  We packed very minimally for ourselves so that we'd have enough room for donations.
We didn't have room to bring Topher and Tanker's dog beds with us, so Tanker used the chihuahua's bed.
Topher and Tanker both loved laying on the saddle pads. 
Happy, but tired, Wes
Wes trying to pack everything in after picking up several large bags of dog food from Michelle from Georgia Humane Society.  The doors hardly shut on the Jimmy.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Mission Help Alabama has begun!

Mission Help Alabama Tornado Victims (humans and animals) has begun!  Wes  is home from work, we are packing up the SUV, and off we go! We are loaded up with coffee. We want to thank the many of you who have made this happen. Jocelyn for her assistance in Alabama; Jackie for the announcements and the donations from Bella Cafe; Michelle Humphries and Georgia Humane Society for donations for the animals; Brian and Candy for collecting from neighbors; Wes' coworkers for donations; Linda Livingston for sending money for supplies; My mom and dad for collecting donations in Georgia and the many bags of their own stuff they are donating; Paul Gilly and his beautiful wife for the many donations; Cheryl for your donations from Georgia; Mary Anne for watching our house and cats; Aquia Harbour Police Department for keeping our home safe while we are gone; the many of you who have have supported us and loved us...There are too many to list! 

We are very excited.  I will take a lot of pictures and post them on Facebook and our blog.  Topher and Tanker are coming with us and staying with my parents in Georgia.  We will be coming home with Bella.  We will visit all of Topher, Tanker, and Bella's fans at CHHS counseling office on our way out on Monday.  Topher and Tanker are even bringing their vests to show off to you all.  Thank you for the support you all send us.  We love you! 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

We are all the same

What 'Situation Room Photo' reveals about us

(CNN) -- By now, the photo is a classic. It's become the most viewed image on Flickr -- a mesmerizing picture that suggests as much as it reveals.

You may know it simply as the "Situation Room Photo," but you may not be aware of what some say are three subliminal messages that make it so powerful and unusual.

The photo captures President Barack Obama huddled with his national security team in the White House Situation Room as they monitor via live video the capture and killing of Osama bin Laden.

Most commentators have focused on the historic nature of the photo: Obama staring at the screen with a grim intensity; Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, covering her mouth to repress her reaction -- the epicenter of U.S. military power hunting down its most hated foe.

But look deeper and that photo becomes historic in a more subtle way. It's a snapshot of how much this nation's attitudes about race, women and presidential swagger are changing, several scholars and historians say.

"The photo is visually suggestive of a new American landscape that we're still crossing into," says Saladin Ambar, a political science professor at Lehigh University in Pennsylvania.

"When Obama was elected, there were some people who thought that we had crossed a racial threshold," Ambar says. "What his presidency is revealing is that there are many crossings."

A black man becomes 'protector in chief'

The photo crosses one threshold of race in its unusual framing of an African-American man threatening violence, one black commentator says.

For much of U.S. history, the black man has often been portrayed as the threat to America's safety -- the angry man, the thug, the one you cross the street to avoid, says Cheryl Contee, co-founder of Jack & Jill Politics, a blog focused on current affairs from a black perspective.

But in the Situation Room photo, Contee says, the black man is America's protector.

There's no historical precedent for this image, she says. White Americans now see a black man not just as their president but their "protector in chief," Contee says.

"That photo is amazing," she says. "It's another step toward rehabilitation of the image of black men in American culture. It's going to forever impact how people see black men in America."

The photo also resolves a tricky image problem for Obama, says Jerald Podair, a history professor at Lawrence University in Appleton, Wisconsin.

Podair says Obama has always been careful to avoid the angry black male stereotype in his public persona, but has acquired another image -- that of detachment, even weakness.

The photo of Obama hunkered down with his national security team watching the stalking and killing of bin Laden solves both problems, Podair says.

"He can now appear strong without being threatening. After all, he's on our side. Obama can now take up his white predecessors' mantle of 'protector in chief,' " Podair says.

It's not certain how long that mantle will stay attached to Obama, but at least one political scientist says he's already seen the photo's impact.

"This is one of the rare times that Tea Party supporters have referred to Obama as President Obama," says Ari Kohen, an associate professor of social justice and political science at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.

Women at the center of power

The photo also breaks ground when it comes to women, others say.

The image is laced with testosterone: a crowded room full of powerful military and political men, some with medals bristling across their uniforms, gathered to drop America's hammer.

Some online viewers compared it to the photos of D-Day during World War II. Another said it was a portrait of "the nexus of power in the Western world."

But there were no iconic shots of women storming the beaches of Normandy or raising the flag at Iwo Jima.
Go back and examine the defining historic photos of American military might in action, and women are absent, historians say.

A glance at the now famous photos of President John F. Kennedy and his staff during the Cuban missile crisis is typical, says Ambar, the Lehigh University professor.

The photos show square-jawed men in crew cuts and uniforms surrounding Kennedy in the White House. You can practically smell the Aqua Velva in those old black-and-white photos.

"But if you go back and look at the Cuban missile crisis photos and the movies about it, there's no women," Ambar says. "In the movie 'Thirteen Days,' the only woman in the film was Kennedy's secretary."

Yet you see two powerful women in the Situation Room photograph -- Clinton and Audrey Tomason, director for counterterrorism, who is straining to see from the back. Their inclusion shows how far women have come, Ambar says, even though Clinton's response is ambiguous because she's covering her mouth in what looks to be alarm.

"God only knows what she's seeing on the screen," Ambar says. (Clinton has since said she was trying not to cough.)

Lori Brown, a sociologist, says showing two women at the center of American military power is noteworthy, but Clinton's gesture undermines some of its impact.

"Women are often more physical in their emotional responses and in a 'power situation' it may not seem as acceptable, but times are changing and the Situation Room needs to change, too," says Brown, a professor of sociology at Meredith College in Raleigh, North Carolina. "Her emotions were more obvious, but I am sure many of the men in the room felt the same way she did."

Obama gets a little swagger

The photo finally crosses the threshold of what may be called presidential swagger, historians say.
American presidents have traditionally sold themselves as our alpha male. Theodore Roosevelt went safari hunting; Ronald Reagan cleared brush at his ranch in a cowboy hat; George W. Bush did his "Top Gun" imitation when he donned a flight suit on the deck of an aircraft carrier.

"There's a certain kind of machismo and swagger that Americans expect their president to reflect," says Clarence Lusane, author of "The Black History of the White House."

Projecting that presidential swagger was so powerful that it obscured some presidents' serious illnesses, such as President Franklin Roosevelt's polio and Kennedy's hobbling assortment of ailments, including a bad back, Lusane says.

"They were both very ill. Kennedy could barely stand for two hours. But they never let those images out because they had to project toughness. Obama, though, is a different animal."

The photo shows why.

If someone didn't know who Obama was, he or she probably couldn't tell that he was the president in the room, some scholars say.

"He's not in the tallest chair," says Brown, the sociology professor at Meredith College. "He's not the center of attention. He's not even in the middle of the room."

Yet Obama's willingness to be photographed without the typical Oval Office swagger gives birth to a new type of swagger, says Contee of Jack & Jill Politics.

She says that photo shows Obama's self-assurance and leadership style. He seeks out the opinions of his advisers. He believes in collaboration -- all while he's taking down the baddest terrorist on the planet.
He doesn't need to wear a "Top Gun" flight jacket to project strength, she says.

"You would almost expect the president to be standing in that position," she says. "That shows his leadership style. He doesn't need to thrust his leadership style forward."

Expect more snapshots such as the one from the Situation Room, says Ambar, the Lehigh University professor.

As Obama moves into the third year of his term, photos will capture moments that show how far we've come.

"That's part of what being the first African-American president is all about -- we're all being transformed together," he says.

Ambar says he was so intrigued by the Situation Room photo that he cut it out to study it. He's still parsing its meaning.

"It is an image unimaginable 30 years ago," he says. "Let us hope we have more of these in the nation's future."

This is not dog related, but this article made me so happy that I had to share it.  Some of my favorite classes in college were those that delt with cultural diversity.  I am proud to live in a country where we are free to worship as we please, free from discrimination of race, and where we have gender equality.  Yes, I know we are not 100% there in America.  I know that discrimination still exists in our society.  However, it does not exist in our government.  We have laws against discrimination.  For our top elected officials who are different from one another to be all sitting in the same room in one defining moment gives me goosebumps.  This photograph should be cherished by the American people as it shows how far our nation has come.  We are all equal, we are all different, and that is how God intended it.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Helping those in Alabama

We are incredibly excited about our upcoming trip to Alabama.  The outpouring of love shown by our friends and family has been amazing.  We have numerous bags of clothes, flashlights, and money donations from friends out of state.  We are using those donations to go to Costco and buy toiletries, packages of undergarments, etc.  Our good friend, Michelle, who is the President of the Georgia Humane Society, is collecting donations of animal supplies for us to donate to animal rescues in Alabama. 

While going through our house in search of anything extra we can donate, I came across some of my brother's old clothes in my basement.  They were in boxes we had brought back up to Virginia after he passed away.  We are donating them to the people in Alabama.  This trip all of a sudden just took on a bigger meaning to us.  We love to help others.  A lot of what we do is in memory of my brother.  Finding his box of clothes was almost like him saying to me, "thanks for living for me."  John is now a part of our effort to help victims of the storm.  My brother continues to help others even after death.

While in Alabama, we are staying with one of our very best friends, Jocelyn.  Jocelyn and her boys mean a lot to us.  We are very excited to see them.  We are also picking up our new puppy, Bella.  For those of you who have not already heard, Bella is a border collie/lab mix.  Jocelyn's neighbor's dog wandered onto her property pregnant and her neighbor no longer wanted anything to do with her.  Jocelyn was forced to find homes for all the puppies.  I had already been thinking about getting a new puppy to train as a therapy dog.  After Tanker was in the ICU a couple months ago having multiple seizures, we realized that he will not be able to work as a therapy dog forever and that he may have to retire earlier than expected.  Also, Wes and I were devastated over the death of Blondie.  I am a realist and I know that with Tanker's epilepsy he could pass away unexpectedly like Blondie did.  To lessen the pain on Wes, I feel that having another dog for him to work with would make things easier if that were to happen.  If we already have a backup dog for Wes, he would not have to stop volunteering either.

This is a picture of sweet Bella

After our trip to Alabama to help others in need, our lives will be non-stop.  The following weekend, we are volunteering to help with Delta Society Pet Partner evaluations and the next day volunteering with Topher and Tanker at the Marine Corp Half Marathon to cheer on the runners.  Then we get to take our dogs to Snowden in Fredericksburg (psychiatric hospital) to be watched for one visit as we work with patients.  After that, we are on our own.  Following that, Tanker and Topher are signed up almost every month to be read dogs at the library.  Somewhere in between all of that, we will be orienting to volunteer in our local hospitals and doing a meet and greet with Veterans Moving Forward to volunteer in the military hospitals.  Topher and Tanker are busy boys!  We need to buy them their own blackberries. 


This is Topher and Tanker looking serious.  They think they are serious enough for blackberries.

We have been very blessed with our therapy dog work.  Although we have only shadowed so far, to see the faces of people light up when the dog enters the room enriches our souls.  It feels good to help others.

Starting fresh

We love our friends and family.  We love our lives and helping others.  The Air Force has blessed us greatly and has moved us around to wonderful places.  We have friends around the world.  Experiencing different regions of the country, different countries around the world, and different people from all walks of life has opened up our eyes and minds to find blessings in our vast differences and many similarities.  We like to see the good in all people and things.  After moving from Georgia in 2002, God began a massive transformation in our lives.  From our young marriage at the age of 20 (we met and discovered we were soul-mates when we 19), moving to our first home at Fairchild AFB in Spokane, Washington (thousands of miles from our friends and families), rescuing our first cat (Sweet Pea) and dog (Blondie) within weeks of getting our first home, countless deployments and TDYs for Wes, college graduations, numerous career achievements, exploring the West Coast and Northwest, traveling across the country twice, Wes' acceptance into a prestigious squadron, Lindsay's injuries and illness, the deaths of many family members, the death of our first dog (Blondie), learning through grief, growing through our friends of many faiths, training dogs, meeting new people, volunteering, gaining family, losing family, being accepted by others who were least expected, being rejected by some close to us, and all the experiences in between, God has shaped our lives into what they are today.  We have a strong faith, a lot of love, and desire to share it with others. 

Please join us in our adventure and watch as God continues to work in our lives.  We do not know what the future holds, but we are determined to make it work.  Our past will mold our future.  Today is a gift, which is why we call it the present. 

I may only be one person and can only make a small difference, but together we make two.  Let us join hands and make a big impact in the lives of others.  -Lindsay and Wes