Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Big Star Moment
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Who's really being rescued?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Chicago Native Helps Homeless Dogs, Victims Of The Recession
Kara Severson knows that victims of foreclosure come in all breeds. Breeds of dog, that is. Severson volunteers at a no-kill animal shelter in Chicago where she walks all types of canines who, like their owners, have suddenly found themselves without a home.
Severson's own Sharpay, Kennedy, has stayed by her side through unemployment and a cross-country journey to move back in with her mother. But the dogs she walks haven't been so lucky.
The shelter keeps a wing for dogs that wear the tag, "I'm here temporarily while my family gets their life on track." Severson told us she began volunteering there when she was in the depths of her own financial struggle.
"To combat my self-pity, I signed up to walk dogs...at PAWS, a no-kill shelter in Chicago. I have seen more and more dogs dropped off by teary-eyed owners who can no longer afford their care. The shelter offers temporary housing to help families keep their pets while suffering economic hardship. As I walk these temporarily homeless dogs, my eyes fill with tears for the dog who's suddenly living in a cage and doesn't know what he did to be ejected from the pack, for the mom who's dropping off her child's 6-month-old puppy because they just lost their home."
Severson lost her own home in California, and she remembers thinking, "Oh my god, I'm flat broke." She did everything she could just to feed her dog.
"I'd walk around the stores because I knew they'd give my dog a treat," she admits of perusing the pooch-friendly clothing boutiques in Santa Monica. The nearby pet store was particularly helpful.
"They would hand me a giant bag [of dog food] tied up and they would say, 'Don't react, don't say thank you, just take it. Just take it,'" she said. "That's really how we got by, just by the goodness of other peoples' hearts."
But late last year, even that was no longer enough and Severson was forced to move with her dog and two kittens back to her mother's home in Chicago, where she slept on the couch, often with Kennedy beside her.
That's when she found PAWS and began volunteering to walk dogs. The story of one dog, especially, touched her heart.
"There was this woman that was in the parking lot, she was holding a Boxer puppy and kind of looking at me with a frown on her face, and usually people are smiling at me because they recognize what I'm doing," she said. Later she saw the woman again, without the dog this time, and inside she saw the dog in a kennel:
I took that Boxer for a really long walk one day, and I was crying. She was six months old then and I was thinking she was probably a Christmas present," she said. "I think of all the happiness and joy that comes with having a puppy and I just cry. And for myself I have tears of gratitude for the loving mother who took me and my dog when I could no longer pay rent...
I was in this position, so I feel like maybe I have a bigger obligation.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
you're killing me
Monday, December 15, 2008
Hellooooo Chicago!
Hi there!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Prologue (that stuff that makes you appreciate the happy ending)
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(there's a rap song in there I know it)
Thank goodness he didn't take us in because that low-income city shelter would have euthanized me on the spot! Lucky for all of us, a Much Love volunteer happened to come to the shelter that day for her usual rescue mission. Before she could come in, she saw me held by this man crying. She understood Spanish, so he told her our sad sad story, lifting his arm to show her my 3 babies sucking on what was left of me.
Next thing I know, I'm locked in a bathroom of some surfer vet in Malibu! He fed us, gave us medicine to help us feel better, bathed me and gave me lotion to heal the scabs and scars so eventually my fur grew back. When I was healthy enough, he spayed me and even gave me an eye lift (I'm pretty sure he does Goldie Hawn's too).
Suddenly, we're scooped up and driven to a huge beautiful house in Oxnard and locked up in a bathroom with a door that leads to an outdoor jacuzzi! I tried to eat the woman who lived there, but she insisted on being nice to me. When I was feeling better and gained some weight, she began making me work for food and affection- I had to work work work like a *cough* like a dog! Dayum!
I found out when I did this, and stopped trying to kill people, they started being nice to me! My weakest baby, Carter, died. But Clinton and Byrd found homes quickly. (Dr. Erenberg is holding them in his staff photo). I kept sitting at the Much Love Adoptions but nobody would take me home. One grey day in January a woman with red hair walked into the play pen just as that golden mutt was humping me. She oo'd and ahh'd over me, but walked away. Then she came back! But walked away again carrying some papers. 2 days later she showed up at the kennel where I was living and took me to her home in Santa Monica. It's not as big or fancy as the home in Oxnard, but I have a kitten I can chase + a sunny breezy patio with meditating wind chimes. I'm also very close to the fancy Montana Avenue - we get gourmet treats from the stores.
I was very spoiled until the trainer came over and taught my leader to make me work for food and affection. This sucked. But I feel happier knowing I don't have to be the leader anymore. After 2-3 years of guarding a dangerous drug house in Downtown LA, I can now sit back and let Kara take care of everything and all I have to do is not pull her when we go for walks. And be nice to the dogs at the dog park. ok, now and then she makes me sit on command *rolling eyes* the things we do for snacks...
The Huffington Post | Stephanie Harnett
First Posted: 07-20-09 12:23 PM | Updated: 07-20-09 01:20 PM