Happy Gotcha Day Kloe

Three years ago today the sweetest girl I could ever imagine came into our lives forever.   At nine weeks old this pouty faced Golden Retriever stole our hearts and has held them close to her own since then.  Born in Bakersfield, rescued by True Love Rescue in Lodi, Kloe made her way into our arms and home to Livermore, CA.  Three weeks later we moved to the mountains to our home we call the Golden K. Kloe of course is one of those three Golden K’s our home is named after. Kloe weighs almost 80 pounds and I am convinced that the majority of that weight is from a very large heart of gold.

We are blessed that Kloe found her way into our lives and grateful to True Love Rescue for making that a possibility.

Happy Gotcha Day Kloe!  You are forever my Klois Marie, Klo-Klo, Kloe Bowie, Sugar Lips, Sweetness, and all the other silly names I have for you.   But at the end of the day as you lay on your mat when I kiss you goodnight and I tell you to sleep tight, you are simply my beautiful girl Kloe.

Number Three

Why this yearning for dogs?… Maybe it’s the endless feed of Golden Retriever puppy pictures served up in a Facebook group I belong to.  Or perhaps it’s because of an Instagram account I follow that posts nothing but Golden Retriever puppy pictures.  Or maybe, and most likely, it’s a life force that pulses through my body physically, spiritually, and emotionally.   Something in me that guides me and defines me all at the same time.   I joke that if I have the chance to hang out with people or dogs I choose dogs.  I guess its not completely a joke.  I gravitate towards dogs over people if there is a pup anywhere I am.  I consider myself to be a very social person so it’s not that I shy away from people.  I enjoy people.  It’s just that if there is a dog around it usually commands my attention.  If there is more than one dog more of my attention (and joy).

So I guess it was inevitable that we would eventually add a third dog to our pack.   This morning I picked up “Koda” from True Love Rescue (TLR).  TLR is a wonderful rescue group in Northern California.  It’s the same group that brought us Kali and Kloe.  And yeah, it’s a “K” thing with the girl’s names and we call our mountain home The Golden K where it’s mostly about the pups.

As with many things in our  life Holly and I don’t hesitate once we’re ready to do something; buy a car, buy a house, move from the Bay Area to the mountains, and adopt another pup.  It was just four days ago that we decided the time was right, especially when we learned that there were two pups remaining from a rescued litter.  We called the organizer, told her we wanted to adopt “purple” (the color of the pup’s collar in the picture) and here we four days later with our new pup Koda.  The big girls, Kali and Kloe, were very welcoming and there was no drama when I introduced them to Koda.  Kali was mostly indifferent but polite and accepting.  Kloe, as she is with most new dogs she meets of any age or size, immediately engaged with Koda, with puppy poses, and sniffs of all the usual body parts.  Kloe followed Koda around as she explored her new surroundings and ultimately they engaged in some light play.  Kloe restrained herself appropriately and was instinctively aware of the 60 pound size difference between her and Koda.  I was proud of the the big girls and I know they’ll both be great role models and teachers for Koda in the weeks, months, and years to come.

So yes, number three was inevitable.  I can only ignore the aforementioned life force and pulse in me for so long.  As I end the post I reflect on some of the things I know about dogs in general and especially my girls.  They can lower my blood pressure simply by being nearby.  They can calm me after a difficult day or negative experience.  They can lick my tears away when I cry, and make me laugh when I’m sad.   Sure they can try my patience at times but their patience with me is unlimited.  And the unconditional love they have for me is humbling and consistently challenges me to be a better person.

I  look down and see that all three are now all asleep at my feet.  And for this moment in time I am harmonized with the world, The Golden K, and my girls.

KODA

 

 

 

Long Running Story

Kali’s new life in America and the mountains is now a long running story.

As most owners of a rescue pet know it’s the pet that usually rescues us and provides us with a more enriched life.  So often it is the pet, in my case Kali, who teaches us new ways to love, re-calibrates our priorities, and shows us that the simplest things in life can also be the most rewarding and heartening.

It’s been three and half years since Kali rescued me. I vividly remember the moment her crate was opened and she was released to us at SFO after a 12 hour flight from Taiwan.  The bond was instant and was fortified on the drive home and in the ensuing days and weeks.

So while Kali’s adventure is a long running one she herself rarely runs…. or trots, or gallops.  Kali is rarely in a hurry to get anywhere except to her food bowl and even then doesn’t run although she does display a remarkable ability to pirouette, bounce, and hop.   A main reason for the lack of speed are her hips which, typical of Goldens, are not in great shape.  She has dysplasia in one hip and the other, while not diagnosed, is not much better.

So on the rare occasion Kali does “run” it makes me laugh and smile.   It’s not the fact that she’s “running”  but that it is so darn cute.  Because even when Kali is moving fast (for her) it’s not very graceful.  If you saw Kali “run” (note the quote marks around the word run and running in the proceeding sentences when referring to Kali) it would not inspire images of racehorses, jack rabbits, or world class athletes.  When Kloe runs it might but not Kali.  Kali’s motion when moving fast is as much up and down as it is forward.   You might say that she runs with her entire body, head to tail, perhaps to compensate for those wonky hips of hers.

Picture a long wavelength and you will get an idea of how Kali runs; it takes a lot of up and down to move forward just a little bit…

Kali’s “running” motion

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There is a gate that leads out of our patio onto the driveway and surrounding land.   This is the gate Kali and I usually leave from to go on our walks or across to my office.  For Kali walks translate to treats.  My office sometimes translates to a bully stick to chew on or at the least a respite from her sister Kloe’s antics and chance to have dad all to herself.  There is also an area nearby my office where raccoons and other critters have made a “deposit” the previous night.   Much to my chagrin Kali loves to forage for those deposits…

More often than not when we go out the gate Kali begins running with her up and down and up and down motion.  As she “runs” she turns back to me with a smile on her face as if to say, “look at me, I’m running – can you believe it?” Or maybe it’s to say, “C’mon, I’ll show you where all the critters pooped last night.”  Whatever it is it makes me smile and laugh out loud as Kali reminds me that the simplest things in life can also be the most rewarding and heartening.

And it’s these moments that I am most grateful to have been rescued by my Golden Kali.

A picture of Kali not running…

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Golden Kali

Two Years This Weekend

Wow – it’s been two years this Memorial weekend that  we welcomed Kali to our family  with open arms on the Saturday evening of Memorial Day Weekend 2014  We picked up Kali from SFO and drove off into the night to Livemore where she has given us unconditional love and shaped our lives.   And for the past three weeks she’s also having a positive and loving impact on the life of her little sister Kloe who joined the pack  three weeks ago.  Kali has been a wonderful big sister and we are thrilled to see a deep bond developing between Kali and Kloe.

This Memorial Day weekend is a little busier than two years ago.  On Friday the moving company loaded 23 years of Livemore into trucks and took it to our new home in the Sierra Nevada Foothills that we call “The Golden K”.

Although we’re quite busy getting unpacked and settled into our new home I had to take a moment to write this brief post to note this anniversary weekend and reflect on how much our  Golden Kali has meant to our family.   We especially want to thank the volunteers at True Love Dog Rescue here in California and in the volunteers in Taiwan who work tirelessly to save dogs like Kali and bring them to loving homes in the U.S.

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Kali watching carefully to make sure her food bin gets unloaded

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Enjoying life at the Golden K

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Our drive way leading up to The Golden K

 

 

FORE!

The nine hole golf course that runs along our creek trail has temporarily shut down operations.  The course hasn’t been in good shape in forever but it’s always been a good place for kids, seniors, and beginners of all ages to play golf in a casual atmosphere without worry of being too slow or not very good.  The course may re-open but for now it is closed down.

Kali and I thought this was a great opportunity to change up our routine and go off course and walk the fairways that parallel the creek trail.

Kali has watched the golfers over the months as we walk along the trail and apparently she has had a greater interest in the game than I was aware of.    As we walked onto the fourth hole and passed by the tee box Kali stopped and looked at the yardage sign.  She then magically pulled out a driver from thin air.  Poof!  She sized up the yardage and decided even though she was a lady she could handle the extra 10 yards from the men’s tees and casually walked towards the tee box.

I guess I'll be hitting from the red teas. After all I am a lady...

“I want to be just like dad and hit from the white tees”

Kali is a rule follower  So once she spotted the closed sign she began having second thoughts.

Aware now that I was in a magical world where dogs play golf I convinced Kali it would be ok to play the hole and that we wouldn’t get in trouble.  After all, who would think that a dog would be playing golf.  That’s ridiculous!  Anyway, this was more like fetch with graphite sticks…

“I’m a rule follower and maybe we shouldn’t do this dad”

Kali stepped into the tee box gazing down the fairway.  A  thought bubble appeared over her head:  “Grip it and rip it!”.  She hits a monster drive about 240 yards down the center of the fairway.  Her ball (a “pink lady”) comes to a stop about a hundred feet from the green

We walk the 240 yards to Kali’s ball and since we have the course to ourselves she decides to take a break.  She lies down to savor the shot and she’s now getting visions of grandeur.  Thought bubble, “a chip and putt and down in three for birdie”!

This game is easy!

This game is easy!

As I know all too well after a great shot if one gets too cocky the golf Gods have a way of knocking you down and reminding you that you’re mortal.  Golf is a humbling game indeed.  Kali stands up, approaches her ball and asks me for her pitching wedge.  I realize that an entire set of clubs is now hanging of my shoulder and I’m wearing white overalls.  Great!  I am now Kali’s daddy-caddy…  I hand her the wedge and as Kali addresses the ball another thought bubble appears over her head:  “Drop it in from 100 yards for Eagle?  No, don’t get greedy.  Just get it close for the gimme putt and walk off with the Bird”.  Kali swings and shanks her ball into the green side bunker.  She looks at me with frustration.  The golf Gods snicker.  Kali walks to the bunker and shouts out at me orders me, “Sand wedge”…

It turns out, like me, Kali is not very good at getting out of the sand.  She takes a hack and the ball shoots straight into the side of the bunker.  It’s totally plugged.  Uh-oh.  Kali growls at the sand and glares at me.  Thought bubble:  “Don’t say a word”.  If I didn’t know better I would have thought I heard a few curse words under those growls.  But Kali wouldn’t do that.  On the other hand golf has a way of bringing out the worst in casual players like Kali and I…

Dad, I don't find any humor in your comment 'Just another day at the beach'.

Dad, I don’t find any humor in your comment ‘Just another day at the beach’.

Kali takes another hack at the ball and it (amazingly) shoots straight up in the air landing on the green with back spin and rolls towards the hole resting about 6 feet from the cup.  She’s laying four with a very makeable six foot uphill putt.  I think to myself that if this was my first round of golf I’d be very happy with a bogie on this par 4.

6 foot uphill with a slight break to the left. I've got this.

Finally on the green.  OK, 6 foot uphill with a slight break to the left. I’ve got this.

Kali:  “Putter pleeeeeassse”.  Thought bubble over my head:  “I’m never caddying for her again”.

Kali lines up her putt as the gallery of birds and squirrels watch in anticipation.  She addresses the ball, takes a short back stroke and strikes the ball.  It rolls gently up the slight uphill and just like she read it the ball breaks ever so slightly to the left.  Rolling, rolling, and stopping just 6 inches short of the cup.  Kali taps in for double bogie, takes the Pink Lady out of the cup and throws it at the geese assembled near the next tee box.  Poor form.  And she didn’t even yell “fore”…

So goes the first, and probably last, one hole round of golf for my Golden Kali.  Like so many rounds I’ve played it started out great and somewhere along the way went bad.

Kali quickly shook off the bad “round” of golf.  I mean literally shook off all the sand that was in her coat from the two hacks out of the bunker.  We continued along our walk both knowing that being together on a beautiful day like today was par for the course.  And par for our course is just fine for us.

Another beautiful day in a Golden Paradise.

Another beautiful day in a Golden Paradise.

Blazing New Trails

The neighborhood was all a twitter as the engines rolled in with sirens and hoses.  One after another the engines kept coming and more and more firemen hit the trail.

You know you live in a quiet neighborhood when the biggest event in recent history is five or six fire vehicles pulling onto your street to douse a small fire.  But, it could have been a much larger fire – lord knows the elements are prime for a huge blaze – but our guys took care of business quickly and efficiently.

The trail head to Kali’s creek trail begins at the end of the block.  After over a year of walking the trail almost daily Kali knows the trail like the back of her paw.  Pretty much the same sights, same smells, and same neighbors out for strolls with the dogs, a bike ride or a jog.  Hit the trail head, stop for a quick poop (Kali not me), wrap around the golf course, bark -if antagonized – at a couple yap-yap dogs through a fence in a trailside home, on to the duck pond, a quick jaunt past the dog park (past being the operative term here since Kali is not ready to go in yet), and then we head home.  It’s our routine.

So it was of some personal interest to Kali and I when we heard the fire engines and saw that they were converging at the trail head from both sides of the creek to address a fire that had started in the brush.  One of the fire fighters told me that the fire had been started by someone throwing a flare into the creek.  I hate to assume it was kids who did it but boredom in suburbia after two months of summer vacation is the likely circumstance for someone to “see what would happen”.

We’re in the middle of a mini-heat wave and the temps were in the low 100’s yesterday and will remain so for another couple of days.  So on top of an already drought-ridden landscape the high temps and moderate winds make anywhere in this area prime for a major fire with little effort on mother nature’s part of any one stupid enough to throw a burning cigarette – of flare – into a wooded area. Fortunately, the fire was put out quickly with minimal impact to the creek and no harm to any of the surrounding homes.

I’ve always been fascinated with fire fighting.  When I was five years old I told my mother I wanted to be a fireman.  To this day I wish I had gone into that line of work and don’t have a reason or excuse for why I didn’t.  When I see news stories about fires this time of year, homes in danger, and acres and acres ablaze I feel compelled to drive to the area to see what I can do to help.  “Give me a shovel. Here, I’ll help move that hose….. “.  “Stay out of the way old man.  If you wanted to be a fire fighter you should have done so years ago when you were in your prime!”.  Sigh….  “OK, I’ll just watch from here but let me know if you need anything.  I’ve got a real cool dog – you want to meet her later? Maybe she could ride in the engine next to you.”

The Trail Head

Gaining access at the trail head

Crews Converging

“Let’s roll boys! We’ve got a fire to put out before the game comes on back at the fire house….”

I guess this is one way to get the water level back up in the creek....

I guess this is one way to get the water level back up in the creek….

All is well again at the creek

All is well again at the creek

I have few if any regrets in my life but not being a fire fighter may be one.  And if I had been I guess I’d be adopting Dalmatians instead of Golden Retrievers, right?  NOT!  I can guarantee you that If I was a fire fighter my Golden Kali would be riding and smiling along side of me in Engine No. 7 and helping to keep her community safe.

Seasons Of Love

12 Months, 52 weeks, 365 Days, 525,600 Minutes.  They all add up to one year. And what a year it’s been!

Exactly a year ago at this time we were anxiously awaiting our Golden Kali who was on a plane with 23 other rescues heading to America from Taiwan.  It had been about two months since we saw pictures of dogs “coming soon” on the Rescued Love From Taiwan Facebook page.   We immediately called the local rescue group organizer to express our interest in Kali.  I’m a fatalist and I believe this match was meant to be.

The picture that instantly won our hearts!

The picture that instantly won our hearts!

Our love affair with Kali started the moment we saw that photo and here I am a year later reflecting on the anticipation, the greeting at the airport, the first few days home, how Kali and I instantly bonded and how she immediately became part of our family as soon as her paws hit the ground at SFO.

This past week I’ve thought about how to “celebrate” her one year anniversary.  I’ve thought about making a huge deal with guests, a gaggle of gifts, and a doggie appropriate cake of some sort.  I also thought about doing absolutely nothing because, after all Kali is a dog and yesterday or last year have no context for her.  I thought about doing a photo retrospective here on her blog but I had a hard time selecting just 10 or 12 photos of the dozens and dozens I’ve taken since she arrived.  I even had a crazy idea of getting a tiara or party hat and taking some photos.  But that’s not my style and although Kali would have complied it’s not really her style either.

So what to do, right?  I mean Kali doesn’t care but I do. This is kind of a big deal for me. One year, 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days.  And then it became clear.

Rent was a rock musical written by Jonathan Larson that premiered on Broadway in the mid-90’s.  The production won critical acclaim and among many awards won a Tony for best musical.  The story line of Rent centers around young Bohemians struggling to survive in New York City’s East Village.  It’s a great show, with great music, and a compelling story that endears one to the struggles of the characters.  But there is one song that transcends the story line and that I believe has context and relevancy to wherever or whoever you are.  Rich or poor, young or old, struggling or successful.

So as I think about Kali’s one year anniversary and how best to celebrate I decided to  just having another day of love like the previous 365 or if you prefer to break it down in a smaller measurement, then 525, 600 minutes.    Because, after all, how do you measure a year in the life?

From Rent’s “Season Of Love”

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments, so dear
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love

Seasons of love

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp5Eyt7knus

Celebrations Abound

Wow – it’s been almost three weeks since my last post.  It’s been a bit of a whirlwind during that time with professional demands greatly increased and my son’s wedding which took place last weekend.  So, great problems to have and while I’m am certainly not complaining I miss writing and reading with my blogging community.

Kali has been very patient during this busy period receiving much less attention from me, missed walks, and some extended periods staying home in the back yard on her own.  She doesn’t have separation anxiety and by all accounts settles down and probably mostly sleeps when we are out, but she sure is glad to see us when we arrive back home after being away for several hours.  And while it’s been hectic with lots of family in and out and increased activities at the homestead Kali took all that in stride and was a gracious canine host.  She met dozens of new people and charmed each and every one of them giving them an appropriate amount of attention when they first arrived at the house but then moved on to a comfortable spot to sleep or just observe the activity.

The night before the wedding we hosted the rehearsal dinner that included not only the wedding party but all out of town family members from both sides as well as close friends.  I was very proud of Kali who was very respectful of everyone even though there was a lot of food, great smells from the”taco truck” caterers, and “sympathetic” guests.  During the event Kali stayed by my side most of the time well aware that people food was off limits but the biscuits in my pocket would flow into her mouth if she behaved.  And of course she did.

But then there was the wedding day.  The wedding day did not include Kali even though I had (only half jokingly) pitched the idea to my son that Kali as Flower Girl could pull Smokey, as Ring Bearer, in a wagon with the rings hanging on a ribbon from Smokey’s mouth.

The prototype I pitched to my son.  Smokey would have been sitting in the wagon with the rings.

The prototype I pitched to my son. Smokey would have been sitting in the wagon with the rings.

I think Kali could have handled this and would have loved to have been part of our family’s special day!

So now the wedding is behind us, family has gone home, and Holly, Kali, and I once again have the house to ourselves.  Ahh… nice. Work will remain hectic so Kali will have less Dad time but more Mom time since Holly is off work for the summer.

But wait there’s more… Sunday marks one year of Kali arriving in America and joining our pack  How cool is that?  A wedding last week and an anniversary this coming week.

Celebrations abound.

My son Michael and his bride Katie at their wedding

My son Michael and his bride Katie at their wedding

Kali NOT at the wedding and pondering wagons.

Kali NOT at the wedding and pondering wagons and what could have been.

Baby Pictures

I was looking at some pictures of Kali when she was a puppy…..

No I wasn’t.  How could I?  Kali rescued me when she was about five years old.  Five years old is far from a puppy even for a Golden.  I can only imagine what she looked like as a puppy.   I can only surmise that certain traits she exhibits now would have been evident in some subtle way as a puppy.  With my children, now adults, I observe expressions or body language that I can directly relate to them when they were toddlers.  I have a wonderful picture of my oldest smiling at his bride during their “first dance” at their wedding reception.  It was the same smile – exactly the same smile – he had when I came home from the hospital after my daughter was born and told him he had a baby sister.

I’ve always been one to reminisce about the old days, to look at old photos, and to watch the family videos.  Videos – what are those?!?  🙂   It’s gratifying to see my adult children grown up and be able to relate words, expressions, and personality traits to them as young children or infants.

I love Kali as much as my kids.  Now don’t try to give me one of those crazy scenarios where Lois Lane was going to be dropped from a helicopter and Jimmy Olsen was half way around the world with a gun to his head and “if you were Superman who would you save?”  I do love Kali as much as my kids and yes, on one hand there can’t be the comparison between your child and your dog.  On the other hand, Superman would save both Lois and Jimmy without having to justify who he would have saved first.  And I too would find a way to save both Kali and my kids if they were in danger at the same time half a world apart.  Do I digress?  Maybe…

(I think) my point was that I have a plethora of photos of my kids at every age and stage of their lives.  If I want to see Jonathan at 6 months old, no problem.  If I want to see Jessi at 4 months – pull out the album or call up some scanned photos on my computer.  And if I want to see some pictures of Kali as a pup?  No-can-do.

So as happy as it makes me to have been rescued by Kali when she was five it makes me a little sad to not know her fully story and past.  I wish I could recall in my mind or see a photo and recognize the same expression or body language in a similar situation when she was a pup.

So while I think I will always be rescued versus “born”, if that makes sense in the context of this post and rescued pets, I do think it would be so cool, and I am envious of those of you who have known your dogs since puppy-hood, to have the photos, the memories, and the whole story.

I know where Kali was a year ago.  She was in Taiwan almost ready to fly to America and rescue me.  But I don’t know where she was two years ago or three years ago.  Was she happy?  Was she safe.  Did she get separated somehow from a great family by accident.  Was she used and abused and thrown out with the trash?  I don’t know.  But what I do know is that as I sit on the patio and write this post Kali lies at my feet tuckered out after a long walk on a hot day.  I know she’s safe and loved.   She know’s she safe and loved.

And for Kali that’s way better than a box full of pictures.

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Golden Beauties

I’ve never been around this many dogs in one place before. Dozens of Golden Retrievers running, playing, and lounging in the sun.

Who let the dogs out?  :)

Who let the dogs out? 🙂

Holly, Kali, and I had the recent pleasure of joining other Golden owners and their dogs at an annual picnic hosted by Jill who heads up a Northern CA rescue group.  Partnering with other groups, notably the group in Taiwan where Kali was rescued, Jill and other volunteers coordinate the rescue and adoption of dozens and dozens of Golden’s each year.  This annual gathering of Goldens, many from Taiwan, was very cool.

If you’ve followed Kali since she arrived almost a year ago you know that she has a lot of anxiety around other dogs.  Her leash aggression is much better but she still becomes anxious and barks a lot when around another dog.  Or dogs….  So this play day for Kali was a little stressful but overall I think a good experience for her.  But, this post is not about Kali as much as it is about the dynamics and similarities I saw between a half acre full of Goldens and a playground full of elementary school age kids or a birthday party at the park.

Like a playground full of kids there was a flurry of activity and distinct types of personalities.  But this playground was set up for dogs.   There was plenty of grass, dirt, and room to run. There were open areas to explore and spots to lie in the shade.  There were dozens of tennis balls for chasing and several wading pools to splash around in.

There was the group of “kids” playing ball with whoever would throw it for them.   This reminded me of the baseball game I played as a kid called “three flies up” where someone hits a ball in the air and the first kid in the group to catch three becomes the new batter.

There were kids who were more inclined to swimming.  Like many young children whose parents have to coax them out of the water to rest or eat there were lots of dogs who enjoyed hanging out in the wading pools, splashing around, and cooling off.

Some dogs just wandered around greeting both fellow fur babies and owners.  Whenever a new dog would enter the play area there was a flurry of activity by the gate as the new “kid” arrived.  The entrance to the play area is crafted in a way that there are always double gates for the dogs to enter and exit through so there is no chance of accidental escape or separation. It was great to have many of the wanderers come up to me and say hello with a wag of the tail and sniff.  Just like kids who will talk your ear off these dogs were anxious to say hello, socialize, and tell me about their latest adventure.

In the shady areas there were dogs resting or sleeping or hanging back with mom or dad seemingly content to watch the others play just like kids at a birthday party or play group.  And then there were the awkward kids, just as lovable and precious, but a little unsure of how to fit in.  This was Kali as she hung in the background, barked when she got nervous, and spent time exploring on her own not knowing how to make friends.  Kali seemed most at ease when she was with me and Holly off to the side.  Or, maybe that’s just me projecting my interpretation of Kali’s insecurities on her…

It was very cool to see some dogs in person who I first saw in pictures when they were still in Taiwan getting ready for adoption. How gratifying for so many people, especially the rescue group volunteers , to see all these healthy and happy dogs all together knowing where they came from and the challenges, and sometimes abuse, they had to endure.

I’m so glad that in a small way Holly, Kali, and I could be part of this great day but more significantly, a part of a group of great people who are doing great things and making a difference.  A difference for these golden beauties who are filled with love, gratitude, and the wisdom of a soul who has endured, in many cases, great hardship.

Chillin'

Chillin’

Pool Party!

Pool Party!