THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON. AN EXPERIMENT IN ANIMAL ADOPTION AND CARE.

If you want to take a spiritual journey, here’s one. THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON Well my house is a boat I have always said and I even put a boat steering wheel in it because I knew there would be something like that and lo and behold there was a flood. It filled up the root cellar and now people are crawling all over this place including the crawl space doctor. Meanwhile there are still too many dogs including Roscoe who cannot be caught by anyone and who I feed daily. But he still will not let me approach, even after almost three years. And all that ham and corn pone and pork loin and even steak filet that I brought him. Well. He likes cornbread too. He is a Great Pyrenees mix and has been over two six foot fences here getting out. He will not be contained. Only the second coming will even get his attention, I am convinced, and I’m not even fully convinced. Only halfway. You have to be a really cool and enlightened and special person to catch Roscoe. I am not that person. I wish I were, but I’m not. Come to find out, I don’t think I’m the person for all these other dogs here either. They’re wearing me out. Oh at first it was all fun and games. Lots of dogs on a farm, right? Running all over, playing in the sunshine...what could be more natural, right? This is gonna be great! Not so, my friends. I’m not a natural dog person or dog educator. Soon Tinky began to have anxiety either from being dumped or because she’s just a high strung dog or because the article about Major featuring all the dog whisperers is right: it’s not the dog, it’s the dog’s environment. Well you’d be upset if your environment were not what you wanted it to be, too. You sure would. I sure am. When my house flooded and the heater shorted out from getting submerged, I was sure upset. I sure was. So now my sister thinks Tinky needs a home where she can be the only animal. Not even a cat need apply. She needs all the attention. And here’s where the spiritual journey comes in. She’ll need to be kept away from other dogs and she will have to be sat up with at midnight when the storms roll in and you have to put her Thunder Shirt on her and try Prozac and special herbal supplements and no I didn’t get a dog therapist yet but I’m still looking for one. I’m looking for one now. Could you be that person? Please show up from the vast universe and declare. I need help with this dog. I thought I could do it but I just can’t. My wrist is hurt and I’m 56 and I still have migraines when I don’t sleep and I’m tired. I’m busier than I’ve ever been in my life trying to accommodate five dogs in the house and trying to feed two strays and finally catching one stray who spent three months at the vet and is now living in a forever home, that took three years for me to finally catch her and for all this to come about, if that’s not a spiritual journey then I don’t know what. And there’s an awful lot of talk about spiritual journeys these days. Better get one while the gettin’s good. So the heartbreak over losing them is almost the same in intensity as the joy that happens when they find a forever home. And the relief. Shelby Lee the coon dog has now gone to a pig and chicken farm to be radio trained with a senior coon dog. She’s going to be a real coon dog with people who know the breed. It’s a miracle. It’s a true blue miracle and I couldn’t be happier if it was myself who had just found her happy place. If you want Tinky let me know. There is also Sophie. I’m saving Lily Belle for someone but Tinky and Sophie are still available. Until then stay tuned for the next episode of THE LOST DOGS OF LANGSTON and here I must credit my wonderful writer friend Alan Burkett for this title. He suggested a documentary be done. Anyone interested? Get your shots and your masks and come on. And watch for Alan’s upcoming book. It’s gonna be amazing. It’s been a real source of spiritual food for me so far during this pandemic because I’m a lucky girl. But I need to get luckier because my hand won’t heal if I keep having to wrangle these huge dogs for too long. So let me know. Are you up to the challenge of Tinky Norwood? She is also named Pretty Girl. She’s a black pit mix with the cutest ears ever...they point up and then the tips flop down...and she has pink toenails. She’s marvelously smart and a wonderful watchdog, in fact she’s diligent about checking all the places in the yard to a fault, maybe. Let me know if you want her. She deserves the best possible home she can have. I’ve already had her for three years and I want to see better things in her future. Somebody please let me know that this is just the tip of the iceberg. A dog deserves the best. I am so sad that I just can’t give her that. Let me know in a PM. If I don’t know you well I will want to check out everything first and that’s what I would expect anyone to do if the situation were reversed and I was getting a dog from you. Thank you with all my heart. Until next time. Beth Norwood