Thursday 1 August 01:53 PM
This is Oleander. She’s 4 years old. I’m told she’s seven pounds, but when she holds onto my arm for an airplane ride, her mass is nearly imperceptible.
Oleander (unknowingly) left her comfortable foster care to join me for a day of paddling. The plan was set: paddle to dog island, picnic, galavant. Alas, as soon as the kayak was unloaded and carried (with no help from Oleander) down to the water’s edge, the serene lake had changed its demeanor to include howling wind and white caps. Oleander got her dry land paddling certificate, but wholeheartedly opted out of testing for the next level in the certification this day. She was shaking like a leaf in a Nor’easter and I wasn’t feeling like traumatizing a small dog, so we (I) lugged the vessel back up the hill to the car and set off on a new plan: hike to dog ridge, picnic, galavant. Oleander seemed happy and relaxed to be packed up the quiet mountainside. Well, quiet except for my obnoxious sounding bear calls - I didn’t want to scare her by telling her there are bears everywhere this time of year, so I didn’t tell her the bear calls were bear deterring calls. We saw four grizzly bears this day, but none from on trail (all from the car) - the bear [deterring] call works almost all the time. Oleander disappeared a few times on the way back to her foster. It’s a strange, indescribable feeling when you know you are the temporary guardian of a dog but you can’t see that dog. The first couple times that she was missing in the car, I pulled over and searched. Each time I found her underneath my seat in the tiny dark space. There’s got to be a better place to exist for a lovely small pup.
If you know someone who would love a considerate tiny being like Oleander, let them know she’s available for adoption at @pawsitivematchrescue in Calgary. #adoptable
Thank you Scout & Onyx for supporting this home-finding project.