Today’s Wednesday Whoo comes to you with the Foo Fighters and Learning to Fly
This video has three of my favourite things. First, the Foo Fighters and the almight Dave Grohl. Second Jack Black. Third a great tune. I love Jack Black. Nacho Libre is one of my two go-to movies for duvet days, that and Cool Runnings. You can’t beat a bit of cheesy triumph over adversity to make you feel better.
Following weeks where I have found it very hard to be appreciative of very much, it seems like spring is on its way in (thought it poured down yesterday) and the world is conspiring to send positive signs. From butterflies to rainbows, from bright yellow gorse blossom to the early blossom of the first spring trees, the world is waking up again.
This week is also a good week for me because although it is my holidays (well, reduced hours for me, if not days off!) I get to spend more time at the refuge than usual. I can’t tell you how great a feeling it is to know I am going here – it never feels like a chore. It’s like walking in to a bar filled with great creatures. The longer I am alive, the more amazing dogs seem to me. Why they don’t take the faces off the owners who beat them is my number one reason they are amazing. That they trust humans again after unspeakable tragedies is a wonder to me.
This is Maya three weeks after she first arrived – you can see she is a little wobbly, but you can also see how happy she is too. From the beginning, it was touch and go – I’m not linking to the first images from the animals’ discovery because it’s very distressing, but this is Maya and her son Doudou (along with some of the other rescue animals from this same case of maltreatment) a couple of weeks after their rescue. Now she has been adopted by a refuge director and she comes to the refuge virtually every day where she wanders around freely and if you are lucky she will come over and give you a kiss. That is always the best part of my visit.
If the weather is good, my Mondays and Fridays are refuge days. You can see why I love going here. I might not be able to take all 150-odd dogs home, but I can certainly join in to make their day a little nicer. And one day, I hope to go and see no familiar faces at all. Now that would be nice.