About three years ago I joined a rescue group. What started out as holding a leash for a couple of hours on Sundays turned into a whole new way of life for my family.
There have been many changes in my life over the past year, all of them for the better. One thing I did lose, though, was my rescue group.
I thought I had found a new rescue where I felt like I belonged. Unfortunately they didn't turn out to be what I thought they were. I'm walking away from dog rescue. I just can't do it any more. I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle and it hurts.
I've just started volunteering with rabbits. I can't walk away from animals all together, I feel like I have to do something. This way I can give myself a much needed break from the politics of rescue but still make a difference.
At first this blog was strictly about rescue. Then it became about my personal life. Now, finally, it's a little bit of both.

Chas Said:9:28 pm
She is so pretty!

Z Said:7:48 am
She’s quite the Marilyn isn’t she?