Who Rescued Who?

This is Ike, not so patiently waiting for me to throw his ball. He will go so far as to throw it at you so you are aware he's ready. Evidently he doesn't think the incessant barking catches my attention quickly enough. Ike is the Energizer Bunny dressed in brown!

But you know what? I wouldn't trade any of it for the joy those furry friends have provided me with. The antics they pull keep me in stitches. Ike, my rescued Jack Russell Terrier, will spend hours trying to catch flies, fetch a ball, or chase birds and squirrels out of the yard, or watching Willie and Minnie, my rescued cats, hissing and batting a paw at one another because one of them is too close to the other. Talk about entertainment!

My fosters, most generally, come to me sick, emaciated, abandoned, and sometimes abused. To be able to watch them transform from this scared, pitiful creature to a happy, confident family member is amazing and so gratifying.

They all have opened my eyes to many things. They have taught me so much about forgiveness of others and acceptance of ones self. They teach me to be patient and compassionate. After all we don't speak the same language, so teaching can be tricky. I have also learned that it's the little things in life that mean the most. Who knew that getting that last lick of peanut butter out of the jar could be so satisfying? Animals are amazing creatures. They have mastered the art of living in the moment. We can learn a lot from animals.