Jessica and I went up to York Harbor in Maine for the day and found the beach shrouded in thick fog. The effect was stunning as we walked in the sand, poking crabs wedged in the rocks, and letting the waves lap at our feet.
The Great Dog Rescue of New England (GDRNE) is a non-profit that has adopted out over 10,000 dogs since its inception over a decade ago. Most of their adorable pups are saved from high-kill shelters or shuttled in from other rescues throughout Tennessee and other southern states. Some have experienced physical or psychological traumas from life as a stray to abuses by their previous owners. Other have simply been surrendered by families who could no longer care for their pet. The volunteers at GDRNE vet each potential family to make sure that every dog will fit into their new home.
This video portrays one of many meet and greets held across New England each year by the organization. GDRNE and several other local rescues congregated in the lobby of Tsongas Arena in Lowell to connect these disadvantaged puppies and adult dogs with new loving families. Many of the dogs in the video still need a home and applications can still be filled out.
To learn more about the Great Dog Rescue of New England, visit their website.
15 March 2017 - The cold white stuff that appeared yesterday outside the house has remained. The icy layer locks the odors of the world beneath and I find myself digging through it to find familiar earthy scents. Otherwise, the vast white landscape is quite enjoyable: It cools the paws and creates quite the sensation when in need of rear egress. New England is quite odd and this stuff is just another example.
Cont'd - Big news! My temporary people, fosters, sat me down on the big ugly couch today and told me something unexpected: They decided to hire me as their Dog of the House! I must say, it was very surprising but very welcome news. I hugged the lovely person in my first act as her best companion and friend. The experience seemed to thrill her thoroughly. As reward for my new position, my new people dropped my slave name, Jasper, for my birth name, Norbert Waggles Esquire. I'll have to check with the bar, but I may be able to practice Dog Law the the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Unlike my human equivalents, dogkind usually ignores state lines as they are manmade. Of course, there are exceptions, especially in more liberal areas of the country. The reptile was indifferent to my newfound permanent status, but the cat seemed slightly less aloof toward my presence. Victories all around!
Cont'd - Update: Nothing learned about practicing Dog Law here in my new home, but there are definitely many locals who could use great representation. I'll have to steal some time on the internet while my new people aren't around to find out more.