These raggedy old hands of mine sure aren’t going to win any beauty contests . Nope. No painted nails and manicured cuticles here. They are more like… Read more “One Hour a Day”
Light Up the Darkness
Over the past few years, I’ve stumbled upon the same question in conversation after conversation with coworkers, supporters, and friends. It goes something like this: How do… Read more “Light Up the Darkness”
Standing in the Middle of It All
I’m standing ankle deep in feces, mud and garbage, staring into the face of a bone thin mama dog who is crouching in a nearly collapsed wooden… Read more “Standing in the Middle of It All”
The Perpetual Blind Date
Each time I head south of the border I get a little nervous. Kind of like the jitters that accompany a blind date. What’s it gonna be… Read more “The Perpetual Blind Date”
The Theory of Relativity -Christi Camblor, DVM
It is 122 degrees outside. That’s hot. Really hot. I’m in the middle of the Mojave desert headed dead east, then due south to Mexico for a dog… Read more “The Theory of Relativity -Christi Camblor, DVM”
“Why do you rescue dogs from Mexico? ” by Christi Camblor, DVM
I have been rescuing dogs from Mexico for fifteen years. That’s fifteen years of scruffy faces, four-legged heroes, heartbreak, resilience, and shiny bright examples of hardship overcome,… Read more ““Why do you rescue dogs from Mexico? ” by Christi Camblor, DVM”
Should we stop feeding the poor?
Picture this: Your local soup kitchen being challenged for feeding hungry families by a nearby restaurateur who is claiming disloyal competition. Or this: Motel 6 trying to… Read more “Should we stop feeding the poor?”
In the Absence of Ashes
On September 12th, California faced its third worst fire in history. The “Valley Fire”, fueled by harsh, dry conditions bred from years of drought, billowed forth quickly… Read more “In the Absence of Ashes”
Tails of a four-legged, tail-wagging’, northward gazing immigrant: Part Two
Note; This is the second blog post from Sonora, a Mexican rescue dog who has taken over the Compassion Without Borders blog to tell her story… ————————————————————————————————————————————-… Read more “Tails of a four-legged, tail-wagging’, northward gazing immigrant: Part Two”
Tails of a Four-legged, Tail Waggin’, Northward Gazing Immigrant
First, allow me to introduce myself. Name? Sonora. Title? Self-appointed Meximutt Spokesdog. I’ve taken over all Compassion Without Borders social media channels to give you a distinctly… Read more “Tails of a Four-legged, Tail Waggin’, Northward Gazing Immigrant”
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