The bully breed rescue took Bob (Strafford Terrier) and gave him back to the owner who had surrendered him to the shelter. This was wrong on so many levels, I decided Roxy could not go there, and Jasmine was not allowed, nor would I entertain the thought. I worked tediously to find a rescue organization to take Roxy. Black Hills Boxer Rescue in South Dakota came through. Jasmine was the one remaining dog, and I had an idea. I could adopt her, temporarily, to buy her time. The remaining board members said, “Quite frankly, that is the only way she will get out of here alive.” I adopted Jasmine and I had them sign off on all of the paper work.
Months prior, I had adopted Otis (I told you we’d come back to him) and I had Otter, my cat of a few years. I knew Jasmine was not good with cats and there would be a great need for animal management. In addition, I felt my life was now in danger living, as was Jasmine’s. A friend took Jasmine and hid her for a few weeks in his cabin. Arrangements were then made for me to drive her to Best Friend’s in Kanab, Utah. One of the board members who felt forced to resign, had contacts. We hoped they would take her and find her a forever home.…show more content… When I learned she allowed the dog to be adopted, I told this board member it was a bad decision because if the this family changed their mind, they would not be able to return her since the doors would be closed. “Move ‘em in, move ‘em out.” After the doors closed I showed up to turn in my keys. There, in an outdoor pen, was Greta. The people returned her even though the sign on the door read, CLOSED. Had I not shown up, who knows what would have become of her. No food. No water. Fenced-in an outdoor pen during an Idaho winter. Fortunately, the shelter in Montana was still willing to make room for
