|Posted on April 18, 2015 at 6:45 PM|
One of my favorite tee shirts has "Don't talk to me I am only talking to my dog today" printed across the front. The first time I wore the shirt in public I drew odd glances, smirks, and a few chuckles. At first I didn't realize why, then it hit me, everyone had been reading my tee shirt. This made me chuckle to myself. One of my favorite sayings is "I get more out of my relationships with animals than I do with most people."
My husband calls me the pied piper. Why? Because our animals follow me everywhere. If I am upstairs, they are upstairs. If I go down stairs, they come down stairs and lets not forget the complete hysteria if I am out of their line of site for more than a few minutes. I can't even go to the bathroom in private. How do you explain to your pets that there is only one way in and one way out? That the bathroom is not some sort of mystical portal to another place and time because if it were, I would be on a beach somehwere in the Carribean!
I cannot remember a time when I did not have a pet. The first dog I remember my family owning was a black scruffy dog named Muffy. I was only about 4 years old at the time. I don't remember much about being four years old, but I remember Muffy. That should tell you something about me. My love for animals runs deep. The ongoing joke in our family is "If there is a stray or homeless animal they will find there way to Susan." Yup! Pretty much a true story there.
Cassie, the namesake for this blog, was one of those stray animals. After retuning home from a camping trip we discovered a disheveled, tiny, gray point himalayan cowering in th bushes in the front yard. It took three days to coax her out, but once I did she became a permanent resident. Of course I took her into our vet's office to check for a chip (she wasn't) posted signs around the neighborhood (that no one responded to) so we found ourselves with a new family member. Our vet guesstimated Cassie was about 3-4 years old and we had her for nearly 7 years. We lost Cassie this past January. She went to sleep and never woke. She was a quiet presence in the house that is dearly missed.
So as you can see, I have a deep love for animals so it was only natural to take my love for animals one step further. Paws is the result of that step. Thinking I wanted something when I retired (which is still waaay to far away) I asked myself why wait? I basically hate my job (though it pays the bills), why not follow my passion for once. I have been ignoring my passions for most of my life and after facing a health scare last year I finally came to the realiztion that life is too short to live on somebody elses terms. So here I am. Here we are!
Paws is my dream. Paws is my hope! Paws is my passion!
Why? Beacuse every paw matters.
Susan-President and Founder