I am late in writing for Christmas I know but the season's joy began just yesterday for us. Seven of our nine pups found forever homes for Christmas and the two remaining are happy to share their wonderment with us. Two adults we have been trying to get out of Attawapiskat for a while are now both in foster care and that is gift enough for me.
Connie is named for her constancy of temperament and outlook on life. She waited, in the minus forty degree weather, with the chill of the icy wind penetrating her dog house, for her turn to board the plane and make the flight to us. Never did she begrudge the ones who went before her because of a broken leg or ailment even though she had been waiting the longest. Connie simply believed her day would come - and it did. Once she was in foster care though she didn't take time to relish in her new life indoors or breathe deeply to release the fear she had lived with for so long because she was too busy taking care of the puppies that shared the house with her. They were young pups and Connie was the closest thing to a mom they had known. These orphan pups needed her warmth and nurturing and she gave it to them generously. She even picked up the toys they left around the room before giving into exhaustion and falling asleep. Connie placed the toys all in one spot so they could easily be found for the next round of play.
Connie paid respect to the adult dog of the household on arrival and they have become dear friends. When the pups are asleep for the night the two adult females rest together and I know Connie gives thanks for her good fortune many times a day. What she doesn't realize, and never could, is that she gives much more than she could ever take.
Connie brings more true Christmas spirit to the season than anything else ever could and she is adored.
Corbin came down just a few days ago and he was our Christmas surprise. We thought all the dogs from, as I call it "the great lab fiasco" had been given up. We had already received Cole, Tess, Molly and her pups, Salinger, Forsythe, Binchy and Moose and thought that was the end of our good fortune with their rescue. One of Molly's pups had frozen to death up north and Cole had suffered severe frost bite so we didn't even allow ourselves to think of any other labs that were left up there to suffer the elements. Then, we heard about Corbin and it turns out he is Moose's brother.
Corbin came to us on December 18th and it is clear he has led a harsh and unforgiving life. He is just two years old but he wears the scars of battle and demonstrates his lack of understanding daily. This boy though, has a spirit that was determined to triumph and while he is still confused at times his desire to be loved and to feel the tenderness of touch outweighs all else.
One look at his face tells his story and the thought of a festive season is something he could not even comprehend right now but he is on his way to greatness because that is the true and honest dog he is. Corbin might not share in all the festivities this year but he himself is the greatest gift this rescue organization could have received. When you think of it though, it is not unusual for dogs to give even when they don't receive so all is well in Corbin's heart.
This Christmas will once again be shared with family and friends and I will take many moments to give thoughts of gratitude to all those who work with and support Moosonee Puppy Rescue. The abundance of goodwill we receive throughout the year continues to amaze us and the dogs we have known continue to impress. We are fortunate indeed.
Tomorrow I bake gingerbread dogs with our grandchildren and as the smells of richness fill the room I will think of all those who care enough to be interested in the work we do. My thanks and the very best of the season to you all.