Hi, it’s me – Bethie! The writer of this blog. You may have
forgotten about me because of the neglect my poor blog has received. The
neglection of my blog doesn’t reflect the care of my poor animals although
since starting the rescue they think my computer has become a new family member
that has my full-time attention and they are a bit jealous (and confused to why
it doesn’t bark or meow).
We are on month THREE of Grey Face Rescue & Retirement
and I feel as though we have been up and running for year. I’m exhausted and my
brain is about to explode but I am so completely in love with what I do (shout
out to my husband and step son as well – in love with you both as well!).
I learn something new every day and I’m going to emphasize
the everyday! Today, I learned that looking for a space that will allow us to
not only utilize as an office and meeting space but to store 100’s of pounds of
dog food along with treats, kennels, toys, bowls, bed and everything else
needed to keep our senior dogs happy AND have the ability of letting dogs come
to the building if need be… is difficult. Oh ya, it must be cheap too and big
to store all our stuff. Piece of cake, right? Not exactly. This is something we need now too
but there’s another obstacle… donations.
Which comes to the next thing I’ve learned. Donations aren’t
a walk in the park – that’s for damn sure! You would think that when you start
a non-profit for something you are really passionate about people (friends and
family) would just throw money at you, right? Nope. That’s not how it goes. You
have to earn it by hosting fundraisers, selling merchandise, having a silent
auction or you can follow in my foot steps and drowned everyone’s Facebook in
pleas to donate to Grey Face. I’m curious to how many people have blocked me
from their News Feed. I don’t blame them… I’m annoying but I’m consistent,
passionate and have the mindset if I fill up their News Feed with cute senior
dogs that need their help then just maybe they will give us a dollar. DO NOT FOLLOW IN MY FOOT STEPS
because it’s not working and I’ve most likely pissed some serious Facebookers
off from their daily creep session (I get it, I’m a creep too – it’s often I
find myself on my co-workers, Grandma’s, Best Friend’s page and totally forget
how and why I’m there).
One thing I do suggest… NETWORK! Befriend all those crazy
weird animal advocates and join the army of misfit dog and cat lovers that
speak a different language then the rest of the world. We’re the kind of people
that live each day for slobbery wet puppy kisses (smelly dental diseased kisses
in my case). We’re having full on conversations in our highest pitched voices
with dogs that don’t understand a thing we’re saying (so you think).
Something my husband has requested I work on is that when I
get home from work I kiss him first prior to finding all 5 of my animals, give
them big hugs, quality pets and hairy kisses then with my furry mouth attempt
to give him sloppy sixths (sevenths if we have Deagan). Can you blame him?
Until next time… possibly next month J
