When two beagles ran away from home (or were dropped) at our school, they knew what they were doing. We've got a bunch of animal lovers at our school, so we've got a beagle rescue mission in progress. We knew the pound would kill them immediately since they were sick, and with the shape they're in they don't need to go back where they came from . . . and nobody will adopt them in their current state.

So . . . we're taking care of them the best we can. One of my co-workers worked in a vet's office for years, and she's taken them on as her project. I've always had a soft spot for dogs anyway, so I'm right there with her. They went from sleeping curled up in the grass clippings in the back of the school to sleeping in a carrier. They have food & water bowls and a few treats. They're also getting medicine--flea/tick, steroids, antibiotics, and wormer, and either the vet or a groomer is coming tomorrow/next day to clip the horribly overgrown toenails.

Poor babies were pitiful when we found them.





After one dose of medication, they seemed to be improving. Our goal is to get them into "adoption stage".

Well, our girls are going to foster care tomorrow. After a couple of weeks of mange treatment, they're going to a new home. We have a couple of possibilities for them. They're still kind of pitiful looking, but they're much perkier and look somewhat better. Today they got a bath and collars. They had their rabies shots Thursday, so they've got their tags now, too.

You Go Ima! Pat your buddies on the head for me.

I Love Beagles.

My wife an I have been a one family rescue ranch for several years. I have lost count of the number of dogs we have placed in forever homes a long way away from where we live. When we finally move later this summer I will not miss that part of living where we do. I feel a bit guilty too because it will be one less family who cares about the wefare of the local abandoned K9 population.