Dear person, who just surrendered there animal to the shelter

Dear person who just surrendered there animal to the shelter,

First off, I don’t have sympathy for you. So don’t cry to me about how you just couldn’t watch your 15 year old dog you’ve had it’s entire life, be in pain, so instead you brought it to the shelter. Don’t cry to me about how your moving and or your having a baby or you got this cute puppy and now it’s peeing on your floor. I could cry… not for you, but for your poor animal sitting in fear, in a kennel surrounded by other scared animals and stressed beyond belief.

Second, I have many questions for you I’m deciding not to ask for fear of losing my job. 1) Why didn’t you find a place your “beloved” animal could live as well? Better yet how could you leave your animal behind. 2) How could you surrender your senior pet who has stuck by your side it’s entire life and in the reverse scenario would never leave you at your time of need? 3) Oh your having a baby! You don’t have time for your pet! Take a class on introducing your baby and pet, they have them in about every city. Why get your dog if your going to just give up on it, because you “don’t have time” are you bored? On to the next thing? 4) You! Who adopted or bought a “SUPER CUTE PUPPY, OMG, ITS SOOOOO CUTE” and then it peed on the floor, or chewed your shoe, and now you don’t want it. You drop it off at the shelter because it’s to hard and oh my god that cute little puppy you got is, dare I say it, acting like a PUPPY! What did you think was going to happen?

Congrats to you on the new great things in your life! The move, new job, baby, whatever it may be! I’m sure you will be so so happy.

Sad, your lifelong commitment, your companion, your furry friend you agreed to give a forever home to, the one by your side no matter what, won’t get to experience that happiness.

Because of your poor decision making your buddy will be left feeling abandoned, alone and wondering what they did wrong? At the shelter the staff will give them as much attention as possible considering they have to work with hundreds of animals a day, and give each one attention. A foster or rescue may pull him, an adopter may adopt him. Maybe he will sit there for days, maybe weeks, maybe months. Maybe he will be overlooked, maybe he won’t. Maybe he will make it out alive, again, maybe he won’t. It’s a harsh reality everyone needs to face. Especially you, the one who left him here. Volunteers will work days on end to get your pet adopted, and people in the community will network as much as possible. Everyone will share the story about your pet and the heartless individual that dropped him off here.

Don’t worry, we will work our hardest to get your pet into a loving home. That’s our job, that’s what we do, we take care of homeless animals and find them forever homes. Our only hope, is that one day, we won’t have to.



The light of my L I F E.

This bitch(sorry mom, but she is a female dog) goes by the name of Tatum. This may be the first but will not be the last time you read a blog post about her. She is the absolute light of my life. Along with my other pooch who will get her time in the spotlight another day… her name is Miss Caye, be on the lookout for her own blog post in the near future.

Tatum is exactly what I said she is… A bitch. You can add little shit to the list. Like I said though, she’s the light of my life. I did know that my one dog that weighs 3 pounds, and is practically my child wasn’t dog enough for me. She is my child, a small baby basically, she does nothing a dog does, she even has a stroller so she doesn’t have to actually walk on WALKS. She doesn’t swim, she doesn’t retrieve, she doesn’t like other dogs, let alone the dog park. She spends the day sleeping On a mountain of pillows on what she likes to think is her, king size bed. Shes a diva.

I spent zero time looking for a dog. You know, a huge commitment for a college student, and I spent ZERO time. One Saturday, new to the area, I went to the petsmart, I knew the local shelter would be doing adoptions. I walked up to the group of fosters running the event, told them I was looking for a puppy that would be a big dog. It was between two puppies, I quickly chose Tatum. She seemed smart, she was 4 months, knew how to sit, was off leash and her foster was TALKING HER UP! Now working for the shelter and even being a foster, this is funny to me. Tatum was horrible. She wanted her gone and into her “forever home” ASAP. Tatum drove me insane with her screaming crying when I would leave. Her constant pottying in the house and chewing half of my belongings.

It’s almost been a year sense that day I walked up to petsmart and adopted my nightmare puppy and my dream dog. Tatum is everything I ever wanted, she swims, retrieves, loves the dog park, people & other dogs, lives for cuddling with me in bed at night, protective over me and would go after anyone who tried to harm me. She has the biggest, sweetest heart of any dog I’ve ever owned and her loyalty is everything to not just her but both of us. She still has accidents, she still occasionally chews something and pisses me off. I can’t stay mad at those eyes for more then a few minutes maybe even seconds. She is the light of my life.

Tatum just took my time and patience as many things do in life. So for those of you with that nightmare puppy, hold tight! Give them that time and patience and lots of love and you’ll have a great dog on your hands. And for those of you looking into getting a puppy consider adopting, I saved Tatums life. She survived being a parvo puppy(fatal puppy disease, most of her siblings didn’t make it), being urgent and risking euthanasia at the shelter, going foster to foster. You could save a life just like my Tators!(no I didn’t misspell that and it’s not a typo, Tatum quickly became Tator tot, which soon became Tator). Adopt people, you won’t regret it, not even for a minute. Okay maybe a few minutes, if you adopted a puppy. But, don’t fret it’s all worth it!


I leave you with these great Tatum pictures.






For a long time, and I mean, for a long time, I’ve wanted to be a writer. I figured this out at 6 years old while reading outrageous amounts of Junie B. Jones books. I was the kind of child that my parents had to come in at night and take the book, lying across my stomach, off of me. I couldn’t stop reading, even if I were falling asleep. Yes, that book was also typically Junie B. Jones. I wrote many “books”, or what felt like books, to my young self. In school I never cared about any subjects other then, reading and English. I could go on but…well you get the point! So now fast forward I’m 20 years old, a prestigious college dropout with a major in economics(explains the dropout situation) and a, some may say, “insane” obsession with animal rescue. After almost a year of not being in school and working for the local animal shelter I’ve truly found my passion. Unfortunately, as I’ve been told many times “there’s no money in rescue” blah blah blah. I came to my conclusion of my now major, journalism.

My dream…. One day, write about dogs, animal rescue, pit bulls in a positive light, my love for chihuahuas, the list goes on. You could say my ultimate dream is to change the mind of others, influence people to become apart of the rescue world, all while doing something I love, writing.

So today, I start my blog, “Lousonder”. “Lou” is a nickname I go by, and “sonder” has it’s own beautiful definition. Sonder means…”the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own”. I’m just a girl, figuring things out one day at a time just like everyone else, so the word really spoke to me and really summed up the meaning for my blog. I’m someone who loves to laugh,¬†books, animals, jewelry, shopping, traveling and mostly, I’m a young adult trying to find my way in this crazy world, just like many of you. So I hope you can relate. I’m going to leave you with an incredible video of what the word, sonder, truly means.

Thank you all for reading and I look forward to more posts.