10/03/2025
The weight.
It can open us, if we continuously practice. I must remind myself to practice. This breath can center me. And the next, and the next.
From October 3rd, 2018:
To anyone who has ever bred or bought your dog, I’m struggling against you again tonight.
I have cried today, been beyond pi**ed off, and I’ve sat with the heaviness of frustration, knowing full well it doesn’t serve me.
I have been still and open with my emotions, and mindfully invited all of these things to transform into compassion so that it can only fuel me. Because compassion is why I do what I do, and everything is momentum.
But I had to say no to two dogs today... both in need of immediate placement, both equally deserving of a chance.
I had to say no because I still haven’t placed the stray I took in when I already didn’t have room.
The stray I am still working with- who also deserves a chance, but hasn’t found a home. Who wasn’t spayed, socialized, or potty trained, who I said yes to so she has a chance at an adoption that will stick. Who, just like the ones I don’t have room for, is a young, healthy dog just needing boundaries, enrichment, socialization, and consistency.
The stray who took the one spot I have, so today I had to say no. Twice.
I will never let the weight of these days serve as discouragement, otherwise I’d have already quit by now.
Everything is momentum.
I will find fuel in my feelings.
But it would sure be nice if people would stop adding to the other end of the overpopulation/behavioral neglect pool.