puertopupsmonchod3 July 07

The Ones You Leave Behind

Sometimes I feel like a bit of a sham. Like some bleeding heart softie, weak in the knees, and about ready to crumble, yet all the while waltzing around in a shiny defensive coat of imaginary thick-skinned armor; standing tall and maintaining a stiff upper lip, no matter what the circumstance. This particular feeling is most […]

luna January 27

Checkpoints and Chances: A New Year’s Eve Tail of Four-Legged Immigration

We are about one hour west of El Paso. It’s mid-day on New Year’s Eve. The van is filled with 16 Mexican rescue dogs, myself, my husband Moncho, and an all too familiar odor of….well, let’s just say the odor of rescue itself. We roll up to an immigration check point on highway 10 West. […]

dogkiss October 13

Tipping the Balance

It’s 9 PM in downtown Fresno. Saturday night. I’m in the backseat of a car. The window is down and the air outside is still warm with that particular variety of Central Valley heat that lingers way past sunset. A neon cross outside a rescue mission illuminates a rough urban reality that makes me shift […]

DSC_8024 August 18

Freefall…Puerto Peñasco Clinic Diary July 2014: Part 2 of 2

“Freefall” There comes a moment at almost every clinic we host in Mexico where I finally just freefall. I let go..…usually for just for a few brief moments. I let go of the infinite pressures, responsibilities, and implications of the work we have set out to do and I simply fall… effortlessly and completely, into […]

bbb August 06

I Welcomed The Heat…. Puerto Peñasco Clinic Diary July 2014: Part 1 of 2

I welcomed the heat. The burning swell of red-hot desert air that singed my eyelashes as it poured over me with excruciating thoroughness every time I brought another animal into our exam room. I was dripping with sweat, at the absolute limit of what I could stand physically… …and somehow that was exactly what I […]

max-low July 23

Toilets and Too Much – or Not Enough?

I have been known to obsess on inequalities. Human. Animal. National. Abroad. Pick the gross injustice of your choice, and, rest assured, I’ve most likely mulled it over. I mean, how can it be that I flush my toilet with gallon after gallon of perfectly good drinking water when 783 million people on this planet […]

koa3 June 17

“and as you show me your scars, I will only hold you closer….”

I first met Koa about a month ago, yet I feel I’ve known her my whole life.    Her precious face, covered in mange and scabs was filled with an expression of such innocent yearning and goofy devotion that it was instantly recognizable to me — from  the minute I laid eyes on her in […]


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