05/20/2026
I am so exhausted tonight. The short concise storyâŚrescue sucks! You better have deep skin, deep pockets and a deep need to actually commit or this life is not for you. I am a rescuer at heart.
You are screwed 10 ways till Sunday. You donât get to sleep, you work 18 hours a day, you stress about financials, you stress about making sure everything is 100% every single day! You donât have time for family or friends. The only time you get away is when you are about to snap and make the hard choice to walk away for a few hours or a few daysâŚbut only if you have reliable volunteers or employees to show up and care for the critters. You get hundreds of emails, texts, website messages, social media messages and or phone calls all day, every day from people wanting help including shelters from NC to CA, other rescues calling it quits, a dog someone found, a colony of cats that the property owner wants removed, a dog that showed up that is more than likely pregnant from her brother because the owner bought puppies (registered) but couldnât afford to spay and neuter.
Then, your friends get butthurt because you didnât say hi when they showed up while the feed person was delivering supplies while youâre already on the phone with one of the other 100 calls you get per day. Your husband is pi**ed because he supports you but he has to make his own dinner after working 12 hours because your tied up with dogs.
You get to cross your fingers and hope the dogs you just pulled are heartworm negative knowing damned well they arenât. You get to host a vet (or actually two) for multiple days to complete basic care for pets you pulled to âjust save one more.â You get to host heartworm treatment days because folks wonât educate themselves on what Ivermectin isâŚ. which is cheap as hell at the farm store. I damned well assure you, prevention is a hell of a lot cheaper than treatment. We did 8 yesterday that were positive and already have June and July on the books for the ones that tested positive the past 2 days.
You spend your weekend mending fences, replacing shelters, sanding doghouses cause dear lord dogs love to chew iglooâs. You get to cuss one of the best people in your life because the dogs killed the stuffed penguins they donated and there are plushy guts all over your facilityâŚwhile you apologize to the folks for the mess when they show up to adopt. Some are forgiving and think itâs funny! We love you.
You find a wonderful donor to sponsor a spay/neuter clinic so you can add one more thing to the list of stuff you already do everydayâŚjust to save one more.
At the end of it all, you have folks that claim to be in rescue that do underhanded s**t to each other, talk crap about each other and try to harm each other. Yep, I admittedly do this myself ifâŚand only if⌠I see a group take puppies and leave mom behind. That is my no deal scenario!
At the end of the day, Iâve been up since 5 AM working my t***y off. Itâs 11:45PM and the only thing Iâve had to eat is the food another rescue lady brought to me this morning which I reheated at 11. Dinner may or may not happen.
But guess what, we will do it all again tomorrow. And to the folks that wish us ill willâŚlook at yourself in the mirror and ask if you would do this every day for free. I donât draw a salary nor will I ever.