I have a rescue dog, Bentley, who was originally purchased by someone else from a pet store in Orange County in 2011. The owners, who never had a dog before, ended up wanting to euthanize him. For those of you who do not know Bentley Shaw, he has his own Instagram @Bentley77_. He is a purebred labradoodle, and the group I adopted him from, IDOGRESCUE.com, specializes in Doodles and Goldens. Every day I see beautiful dogs of every age, size, and color available for adoption. Yet most of the Doodle owners I meet know nothing of breed-specific rescue groups.
It dawned on me this weekend after a brief shopping trip to a lazy Long Island Summer town turned traumatic: Not only are people taking out their aggression being the mask police, but they are simply tense, stressed and downright aggressive. How I miss the early days of the virus when people were being nice to each other and we are “all in this together” Now it’s every man for himself and he’d better HAVE HIS MASK ON IN THE RIGHT WAY.
It’s been a quiet few months … translation.. I have not said much in print. Personally it’s been anything but quiet as I’ve transitioned from one state to another in hopes of finding a closer place to peace and calm.
Coming up on 8 weeks since the lockdown began, I can honestly say this is the longest I’ve ever been home. Much like the rest of the world, I sit in limbo. I try and look at the positives of the situation.