Meatball Weedman

 I haven't focused on CARE [Covington Animal Rescue Effort] in my writing only because I sometimes need to get away from it, it absorbs most of my time now. However, I think Meatball deserves his story told. He's a wonderful little slew footed guy that we debated on pulling from the pound. Not because we didn't want to but because finances and foster homes were nil. No money, no place to put him. But that thin dejected little creature spoke to me. He was just so tired. I think what he had in store for him might have been welcomed by him at that point. I donned him "Meatball" on the spot and immediately delivered him to the vet where he had all vetting including a heart worm test and of course

he was positive. Again, no money, no place to put him! We had the treatment done [after yet Another fundraiser] and still no available place so I actually bought another kennel for him. He filled out with love, care, fresh food and water and his brittle dull coat softened until he felt like velvet. We had the little guy for about a year [once CARE rescues we rescue--they do NOT go back to the pound after a designated time!] and he got adopted!!! Now you may ask how could we let him go after so much time? Didn't we love him? Yes. We did. But my job as a foster mom is to be a halfway home and get these wonderful babies Out of the pound. We don't adopt them out because we don't love them, we adopt them out because we Do love them and to make room for others. That's it in a nutshell. So I did the adoption myself. Well. He got loose and ran off. I was devastated. It was here in the County so every day I went and looked and looked and looked. There were "Meatball sightings" but he wouldn't let anyone catch him. Getting discouraged and so tired I almost didn't go back that afternoon but thought, "What If.......?"  So I grabbed a dirty T-shirt that I had cleaned his kennel in, some of his bedding, and set off thinking maybe the scent would bring him to me. Apparently it and the higher powers did! A friend that was helping was about to leave and I was leaned against her truck when here came little slew footed Meatball right to me! So back home we came and home he stayed. He is now officially Meatball Weedman. I believe with all my heart that he loves us and Knows he's here to stay. There's a whole new attitude and happiness exuding from him, he dances with joy, we call it the "Meatball Dance". I don't know his history or where he's been but I know his future--love and care and a place to call home. So that, folks, is what CARE is all about.