And the Dogs Win!

Lou Ann Forbes

Clementine & Jan

Clementine & Jan

The scarf measures 33” x 4 3/4”, the intent is to evoke the subtle impact that is felt over and over when experiencing all of the aspects of adopting a senior dog. Certainly this direction is not for everyone , but “Clementine & Jan” is a celebration of those who do.-Lou Ann I hope it inspires as many as possible to donate, foster, adopt, volunteer and/or support all animals, shelters and rescues, particularly seniors, who seem to get discarded at the end of their lives when they need us the most. I also hope it inspires everyone to show compassion...

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Lou Ann Forbes

Annie: On Aging and Compassion

Annie: On Aging and Compassion

a tale worth sharing……… How many of us have heard or witnessed the old dog, bewildered face and sad posture searching for the human that dropped them off? Despite the variety of excuses, the script is all too familiar, the result is always the same: they will not be back to retrieve their companion animal. Here is an example of the scenario we all would wish for: THE REQUEST On June 7 I received a request from a gentleman who asked if I would get him a bigger bottle of Calm-a-Mile RTU. He already had been using a medium Sniff-it...

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Lou Ann Forbes

Kentucky Hounds

Kentucky Hounds

They step cautiously from their transport crates, lungs filling with midwest air. More heart soul and spirit than can be imagined, the hounds navigate as best they can toward the second part of their lives. Authentic dogs--at most, days from their old haunts. Capable dogs accustomed to the hunt: baying, chasing, and able to hold prey for their hunter’s shot. Unquestioned loyalty, content in their pack, the dogs give their all. Sometimes, they do not receive all they need in return. When, for whatever reason, the dog cannot continue, it is eliminated from the pack. It is at this point...

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Lou Ann Forbes

Sweet Alice? Why bother?!

Sweet Alice? Why bother?!

Stepping out of her transport crate, the dog that was to become our Grandma member showed little hope or reason for hope. She had clearly run her race and bore all of the scars of what had been her previous life. “Eleven years old” her papers said. If true, they had been eleven hard years. (photo taken April, 2016 at transport) At her first vet visit, the veterinarian seriously questioned our wisdom and intent. Even the dog’s eyes bore the sarcasm of “Oh here we go again, I no longer believe humans and this is not my first rodeo.” Do...

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