In reading the weekly free paper, Gringo Gazette in Baja, CA Sur, Mexico, a tiny dog (smaller than the one in this photograph) lived through Hurriane Odile without shelter. When they rescued her she now suffers from injuries. If you would like to help this sweet survivor, see the link at the bottom of this page.
Volunteers for Baja SAFE San Jose Del Cabo
“It never stops , I just don’t know how people could just walk by this and not do a damn thing ! Well we stopped Val and me. …she is just a sweet little thing . Suffering from mange ,starvation, and love . Another one LEFT TO DIE !! Her name is MALI about 2 years old small dog, Mali needs a sponsor to help with medical costs , I can’t believe she made it through the hurricane .. A true survivor ….”
The Bajal Gringo Gazette reported that
“A larger challenge for pet lovers and humane society volunteers here in Cabo San Lucas turns out that much of the Humane Society animal shelter lost it’s roofing. The poor dogs huddled together, waiting for their volunteers to return and bring them food and water.
Another link below to share and to click the to help shelter volunteers provide roofing, once again for homeless pets.
Thank you for reading, sharing and donating to the four legged victims of hurricane Odile.
January 11, 2015
New topics for blogging came to me, on the beach, in my dreams and photographing the dogs of Baja CA. Sur, Mexico. On my first trip to this region I met and spoke with dog lovers, dog adopters and dog rescue volunteers in La Paz and in San Jose del Cabo. Of course, reading about this tiny mutt who survived out and all alone made me think that you would be interested n her story too.”
Lost puppy on a street
January 2016 update
Volunteers have raised money for new animal shelter roofs! So go woof these pet rescue volunteers up.
A week of little dogs has me smiling. We met this little guy, Gizmo, in Anderson River Park. Full of zip and personality, he kept running up and down until his person picked him up. This would be the wrong dog for Paris Hilton.
Gizmo did not sit still. He pounced and strutted. He seemed to be having the last laugh. Don’t dogs laugh at us like they are hinting, “Yeah, right. You sit and wait. I’m not doing that.”
Gizmo would have had a fit if anyone had tried to tote him in a purse.
Seeing dogs in the back of pickup trucks, I feel two distinct emotions.
Happiness and fear.
I happen to love trucks and love people who take their dogs with them.
Then the danger of a loose dog waiting or riding in a truck bed turns my stomach.
So I both love and hate seeing dogs in trucks.
I began this week with a little dog in Small Blog Nutmeg: Mutt Monday. Nutmeg maybe still looking for a home. I end this week with one little dog and two big dogs.
One warm day, I smiled as I spied this little white guy standing on tiptoes. He kept his eyes riveted on the post office doors. Never barked, only sniffed the breeze, a tongue-out grin broke on his face when his people came outside and called, “Hey, Coodle.” I felt so glad to see them pick him up and take him inside their truck cab.
On another afternoon, these two handsome German Shepherds eagerly waited in the warm sun. They were panting from the heat. I imagined in their heads they were singing the Dire Straits song, “Calling Elvis.” Meaning, “Dad come back soon.” When their owner returned with a bowl of water for them, I felt glad.
But then he and his friend jumped in and drove off as the poor dogs lost their footing. The dogs slid into the metal sides of the open truck bed. As the driver sped away, I watched these two healthy dogs bump and lurch into each other. I felt helpless as they struggled to keep from flying out.
After a rough start in life, six month old, Mia waits at Pets Lifeline in Sonoma, California. Mia, a female, short coat Chihuahua, now enjoys her puppyhood, playing and loving. Mia likes to cuddle. She will fill your lap and your heart.