Friday, July 12, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Third Annual Garage Sale April 27th & 28th **** This is not at the Sanctuary!!!!!!**** 33470 12th Ave., Mission, B.C. Saturday 9-4 Sunday 9-1 We welcome donations for our sale please contact Janice at firstname.lastname@example.org for additional information.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Save the date! April 27th - Buy some delicious vegan baked goodies and support animal rescue and advocacy! 3-5 3G Vegetarian Restaurant 3424 Cambie St. Vancouver, BC V5Z 2W8 Canada
Friday, January 11, 2013
About four years ago , still living in Maple Ridge i noticed a little black cat hanging around . She appeared to be staying close by as I would see her at my neighbors. Knowing she didn't belong to him, i started leaving food out for her on my bench in the carport. One day talking to my neighbor over the fence , the little black cat came up in the conversation. Mario told me he could pet her. I was surprised and asked him if he was feeding her and he told me he was. I then asked if he was going to bring her inside and he wasn't so i asked him to stop feeding her so i could get her. When the food was taken away over there she was forced to come to my place more often. A place with a big dog , many pigs and horses ..but she would of already met Luke , our big orange tabby. And she did come and joined Carport Penny as i prepared a nice warm safe place for her on top of Penny's house that was tucked in the back of my double carport. I called her Patou, short for Cutie Patootie. She was jet black, little tough fluff ball from living in the outside world and she would eat anything and everything. Trying to get in her to stay in the Big hosue when we became trust worthy was another story. I would bring her inside and shut doors that only cats could get threw and left a window open for her. Having lived outside for Lord only knows how long, it was her safe world now. I left a window open so she wouldn't feel trapped , but every morning her bed i had prepared for her inside on top of the dryer would be empty. When I moved us all here in December of 2009 her and Luke were both confined inside until i was sure they had grown accustomed to there new surroundings. There was no carport here, no benches to leap up on and get up to the rafters. And over time it became obvious to me that both cats now didn't want to go outside and were perfectly happy. Doors open for pigs and dogs during the summer months lured them out for a quick pee and right back in again. Patou's health started to decline and a few weeks ago her weight dropped dramatically. A vet trip and home with medication. Suspected cancer would be looked at if and when we got her stable. She ate all her dinner last night but i could see she was not doing as well as i had hoped after a week of meds. When i woke up this morning I found her flat out on the living room floor. I thought she was gone... Roxane and I got to the vets before they were open and they took her right in. An hour later we were told she wasn't going to make it. I don't know who didn't care about you when you came upon us. We were told you were about 15 years. Not old for a cat well looked after but i suppose it is , for one who wasn't for her first 11-12 years. I will miss you sitting on the edge of the couch bumping me..holding your head into my cheek for a moment . I will miss you pushing your face in my dish when i am trying to eat dinner. I will miss your meow, your face and your little big self.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Tonight for some reason i feel sad and as i sat down on the front step of the barn with Dior it took everything of me not too cry. She is my oldest friend, having been with me for almost 20 years. She was there when Mark was alive, when my dad was as well and Willy and so many more who have crossed over before us. She is a beautiful sorrel quarter horse and has always been wise before her years. The last few months have been good , i am back to work. Daisy, Willie, Poppy, Jeremy , Joshua and Lucy are here and safe. I have spayed, neutered, bought a new house for them, created space and or found loving homes. So many people support my work here and the pigs truly are safe and happy. I couldn't of done what i have done so far. Is it wrong to always want more so that i can do more and do it better for them? I have a cherished handful of volunteers but we are not enough and last week i thought screw it, i am going to hire someone to get all this stuff done hanging over my head here. Get the drainage finished , dig more trenches and order more gravel. Trim some of the trees around here to let more of the little sunlight we do get in around here. This means of course off to the dump a few ten times .. and get that shed done and rat proofed , fix the doors and get it painted. Fix the pond net and replace that mess with new posts and new netting, install the new filter and water fall given to us. Was i forgetting how much money i put out as we don't have the money to hire anyone to do this and maybe that is why i am sad. Sure i find grants we can apply for but i need help to do them. Pub nights are postponed cause there are too many events surrounding our date , folks are heading off for vacations now . And we are getting some awesome donations in for a garage sale that will never happen unless we find someone where to have it. I keep saying "we " but who the hell is the we when its seems to be only me worrying about all of this. It takes either more volunteers or more money to hire someone to do it. I don't have either. My year end is past due , i got my letter from the Government but i am only one person doing the best and the very most i can. I can't afford to loose my status or pay the 600.00 fine to get it back. Maybe it is the rain that is getting me down , sick of the mud and and the wet around here and the damage being done to the grass as we try and work dry areas in. My favorite car was because of my first love, he had a 55 chevy... now i am a 55. Well i will be in a few days, is this what is getting me down? And everyone has to pay taxes so where is the 3400.00 going to come from? Oh yea just tack that on your overdraft loan..again. What a depressing post so here is a few pictures of Lucy who is on her way to fitness as she comes out to eat dinner...
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Its been a while since i blogged, Facebook has been wonderful for me and the pigs with meeting new freinds and has been taking up the little time i have on here. I am behind in projects , phone calls , emails and getting my year end done. YIKES it is due by end of June and i really haven't started . I am sitting here drinking coffee as i totally slept in , in fact did the alarm even go off this morning? I let out the horses in the back field can see a few of the pigs from here out eating grass as well. Cotton, Sherman, Winnie and Casanova are grazing right out front of my window. I do need to head to town today , get some cat food, a few groceries and do a dump run. Two Saturdays ago while out working i heard my sister call out to someone at the front gates. It was Carol, a long time freind of the animals here and to me. She is also my employer as she too runs a rescue and i care for her barn yard aniamls threw the week. She is also the last chance call for many shelter managers reaching out to see if she can take one more senior or medically compromised cat or dog. Her herd of dogs is a menagerie of the unwanted, until arriving there. So when i set aside my wheel barrow to greet her the conversation went something like this. Carol " why aren't you answering my phone calls ? " Janice " cause i'm out here working !" Carol " I found the perfect dog for you" Janice " where is the dog" Carol " Its in my car " Now Carol knows perfectly well if she brings a one eyed , three legged "someone" here it will not leave here cause its too late, its here and i saw it. Please anyone reading this with a one eyed , three legged "someone " -disregard that last statement She is a one year old Maremma, already at her young age has Hip Dysplasia, thanks to a real crappy breeder. Sugar arrived and she is now Chilko who i named after the beautiful region here in B.C. She can run like the wind , will come when she feels like it and digs and chews like any puppy does. She chases my horses and looks like she is going to sail over my gates when she races down the driveway. If and when she needs surgery, as a permanent foster SAINTS will help us with that . She is a smart dog and who ever had her really didn't know dogs as there are many things about her that are residual of her prior ownership. Her fearing to come in once out running free, her fear of my hay shed and hallway in the house. She has been tricked with food, grabbed and perhaps locked in rooms or garages. She has been here two weeks and there is a lot to learn here but she already understands to wait at the gates when i am going in to feed, or leaving when i say "out" . To "leave it " when she is sniffing a pigs bum , following too closely and scareing them. A ton of stimulation for a young dog with all these pigs but she learned this at a surprising rate. Let her out this morning with several pigs and the horses and i sit here without worry of her harming them. I watched her walk towards a pig we much watch and nose to nose she licked him , and as she walked along side of him she licked his ear and then his side. Don Juan stood for it all. I hear the rain and this will cause all the kids to come home so i better get out there as a young dog will get excited with fast trotting by pigs and horses. And i have