Rescue Dog Mom Quotes

Uh, because he could be a serial killer?” “A serial killer with a sense of humor, a rescue dog, lifelong friends, and a relationship with his mom?

To my astonishment, within minutes, the dogs dragged Chucky’s bed and toys from the porch to the grave site and started to play on the mound of freshly dug earth. Chucky was gone, but they still included him in their game. At that, the floodgates opened. Dennie’s face crumpled. He turned and strode quickly away. In my mind, I heard Mom’s voice: “Have a good cry, Laurie. The more you cry, the less you pee.

They’re waiting for us in the… room,” Cora sniffs, pulling back to glance at me through red-rimmed eyes. She swipes at the tears along her cheekbone. “Mandy’s at work. She said it was too hard to be here. Mom and Dad are going to wait out here, but… did you want to come in with me? To say goodbye?” “Of course.” I don’t hesitate. We rescued this dog together, and I’ll be damned if I’m not with Cora when Blizzard takes her last breath. Goddamn. Cora gives a tight nod, then alerts one of the staff that we’re ready to go in. I follow her, a solemn silence settling between us. It’s a quiet, peaceful room, adorned with electronic candles and soft music. Blizzard is lying very still on a dog bed in the center of the floor, her fluffy chest heaving ever so slowly with each breath. I feel my emotions get stuck in my throat when I lay eyes on the dog that has felt like my own for the last ten years. I’d dog-sit her when the Lawsons took family vacations. I’d take her to the dog park with Mandy and Cora, watching her chase tennis balls and make new friends. Blizzard always greeted me first when I’d walk through the front door with Mandy, collapsing onto my feet and rolling over for belly rubs. She always sat beside me at the dinner table, waiting for the snack I’d inevitably offer her, and she always wagged her tail in adoration as I sang karaoke in the Lawson’s living room.

Had he fed the dogs a second time? “Maybe she’s out rescuing a dog,” Bree suggested. “Her van is here.” “Does she ever go in one of her volunteers’ vehicles?” Bree asked. “I don’t know.” Matt pulled out his phone and called Maxine and Ralph, the two volunteers who worked with Cady at the rescue. “Neither of them has seen her.” “What about your parents?” Bree prompted. “I should have called them first. I’m not thinking straight.” Matt dialed his mom’s number. “Matt.” His mother’s voice rang with pleasure. “Hey, Mom. Is Cady there?” “No.” His mom’s tone shifted to worried. “Why?” “I’m looking for her. That’s all.” “Don’t lie to me. That is not all,” she said in her schoolteacher voice. Dad was a pushover, but Matt had never been able to hide anything from his mom. “She’s not home, but her minivan is,” he said. “Did you try Maxine and Ralph?” “Yeah. They haven’t seen her.” Mom’s tone shifted to her most efficient. “What can I do?” “Call her friends,” Matt said. “Call me back if you hear anything.

When goslings hatch, they can’t do much of anything for themselves,” Mom explained. “So the very first thing they do is look around for their mother. Usually she’s right there, sitting on the nest. But if she’s gone for some reason, then the babies will decide that whatever animal they see first must be their mom. They’ll follow that animal everywhere, and learn how to behave from it.

I hurried away from Brewster. When I reached my girl, the goslings rushed over to strain against the wire of the kennel, sticking their beaks out and peeping at me with their tiny voices. Mom came back in the room, carrying a box. “I could hear them all the way from the supply kitchen,” she remarked. “They seem really upset that Lily is out and they’re not. But I knew you would want them to stay in the kennel; they were so hard to catch the first time.

She’s reminded of the time when she would get lost on purpose and her mother would look for her, shouting her name as though calling for a lost dog. Now she burns with regret when she thinks that she hid from her own mother. She should have leapt up and waved her arms. She should have gotten into her mom’s car and said, Thank you for rescuing me.

Lily is a rescue dog for two reasons,” Maggie Rose continued. I wagged again. “The first reason is that she was taken in by the shelter where my mom works, so she was rescued. And the second reason is that most days she goes back to the shelter to take care of all the animals there.” Maggie Rose started smiling and speaking a little more quickly. “Lily plays with the other dogs and helps them relax and not feel scared. She plays with the cats, too. She loves cats! Sometimes she curls up with the kittens and they sleep together. It helps because then the kittens don’t grow up to be scared of dogs, and they can get adopted into families with dogs.

Look, Mom,” Maggie Rose said softly. “Lily’s doing her job, and Casey’s helping!” “You’re right,” Mom said, just as softly. “I’ve never seen a wild animal calm down so quickly. Sometimes when animals are frightened, seeing something completely unexpected takes their mind off what’s scaring them. Like a bird on a dog’s head!