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Our adoption story with Theta

I have always been an animal lover. I remember growing up and thinking I can’t wait for the day that I get my very own puppy. That day finally came on January 30th of this year. I shared our special day with you all and announced her official welcome into our home. It was the perfect day.

Fast forward to October 1st. A representative from the rescue we were adopting Theta from came to our house to pick her up so she could be brought to an eye specialist. See back in April I noticed that her eyes looked a little….off. Actually you could see directly through her right eye. I brought it up to the vet and he said he couldn’t look at it because he wasn’t sure if the rescue would cover it. I then talked to the receptionist and she said she would talk to the rescue and let us know. Background: In September we noticed that our check for our “donation” had been cashed without word or any adoption paperwork for Theta. We emailed the owner of the rescue and asked what happened, why hadn’t we received the adoption papers and we had concerns about Theta that were never addressed.

When making arrangements for Theta to see the specialist it NEVER occurred to me that they would not bring her home.

She will get her to the vet on the first and then back to you some time after the appointment.  The vet works very odd hours, and schedules time by having you call in at 2pm on the day you are set to visit to get your appointment time.  It’s really kind of weird.

Looking back on it I beat myself up for not taking her myself or going with them or doing something to keep her in our hands not theirs. After they did not bring her home the next day I knew something was not right. I sent numerous emails, texts and even called the owner but most of my attempts went ignored. We would hear from the owner about once a week if we were lucky and as soon as I asked when we could bring Theta back home he would stop all communications. This went on for almost a month. Me begging and pleading trying to get our puppy home and them ignoring me. I can’t tell you how hard it is to feel utterly helpless.

They wanted us to pay for her surgery but based on the agreement they signed since they never forwarded the adoption papers the rescue was responsible for her treatment. The cost quoted to us for the treatment according to the owner was over $2300.

From the reports I know that the doctor found a cataract in here eye.  It is not common for a dog of this age to have these so he believes that it is hereditary.  If it is hereditary, there is always a chance that the other eye will also develop a cataract.  The best way to keep her vision is to do the surgery to fix her eye now while she is still young, and to do it as soon as possible.  The estimated cost of the surgery is over $2300, but they are offering a discount to us as a rescue group.

I explained to them many times over that we are a single income family. We have three children and that was a big chunk of change that we simply could not afford. Twenty-four days later the owner finally agreed to run a fundraiser but he still expected us to pay half. I started a fundraiser but wasn’t able to raise but a very small amount. My husband spoke with a volunteer and in frustration of going in circles with the rescue for nearly a month he said two words that I believe they based their entire decision off of. He referred to Theta as that dog when he said we wouldn’t pay for the surgery. One moment  of weakness and we were judged.

Yesterday morning we my son opened the front door to go to the bus stop he yelled asking why Thetas house was out front. Confused I ran over and sure enough her crate was out front on our door step and a check in the mailbox. There was our answer. Again instead of communicating with us and acting like adults they dropped off some of her stuff an ran. My heart is broken. I don’t know that I have ever cried as much as I have in the last day. I feel silly because so emotionally distraught over this but she was my baby. We got her at eight weeks old and I raised her. I fed her, bathed her, cuddled with her, trained her. She was my baby Theta and I loved her.


The reason I am sharing our story is to hopefully help someone in their pet adoption journey. Please make sure you do your research on the rescue you are working with. Meet with them in person, don’t allow lack of communication. Get every thing in writing. Read what you sign. Make sure they are truly legitimate and have their information handy. The rescue we went through does not monitor their phones, it’s an answering machine and that’s it, same goes for their email. They have no address listed and they screen their phone calls. I ignored these signs and just took them at face value when I should have paid more attention. I would do anything to get our baby girl back but at this point I am lost and with no way to communicate I don’t know what good it would do.



*Quotes includes in the post are verbatim from email communications.*




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Summer lovin…had me a blast

Were getting settled into the new house, slowly but surely we will eventually get there. One thing I am having to get used to is the heat. I’ve never really been one for high temps, even though I’ve lived in Palm Springs, Texas and Georgia. You’d think I would be used to it by now but alas I am not.
So yesterday morning while the littles ate their breakfast and I drank my coffee I decided to blow off my responsibilities and make a run to the store with one goal in mind. Okay actually two. First get some bug spray to kill these pesky ants that seem to love our house so much they have breached our defense systems and come into four rooms inside, and two, buy a kiddie pool. Of course the kids only cared about the second one, I mean really it was the only one involving fun and I will admit I was excited too.
By the time we got home it was over an hour later because I don’t stick to lists and I am an impulse buyer, so by then it was lunch time. While the kids chowed down on food I prepared the blow up pool. I don’t think anyone finished their lunch out of pure excitement so I just had them get in their suits and come outside with me to “help” me fill the pool.
This is the end result.
I love this picture, like seriously love it. My three babies holding hands jumping in together while my oldest is completely airborne, awesome!
Blowing off unpacking was absolutely 100% worth it! 


Happy Birthday to my little man

I’ve never shared my youngests birth story here before and since it is his birthday today I would like to share it. So here we go.
I woke up on Friday, May 30, 2008 at 7:08 a.m. and immediately started feeling contractions. I sat down at the computer and started timing them. Surprisingly they were all at 3 minutes apart. There were a couple that were 5 minutes apart and then they were back to 3 minutes and 2 minutes apart. I was in denial for the first half hour, okay more like an hour that this could be real labor.  I had woken up that morning with the intention of getting all my last minute stuff done before the babies arrival. But he had other plans. My friend Gena finally convinced me that I should call my midwife and this was more then likely real labor.
I contacted my Christy, my midwife around 8:00 and she was like your not in labor are you? I laughed and said actually I believe I am. So she said okay I will drop my kids off and grab my stuff and be on my way. She was coming from Whittier which is an hour and a half away so she rushed to get here. As soon as I hung up with her I called my husband and told him I think that he needed to come home. So he also left right then. I then called my mom and told her I needed her here to help me so she went and got my sister from school and came over. I took a shower to help me through the contractions and brought the kids in with me since it was just us at home. By the time my mom got here it was 9:10 a.m. I was bent over the side of my bed breathing through the contractions and the kids were still playing in the shower. My sister helped me with the kids and my friend Laura offered to called my mom and give her a list of things to buy for the birth. So she left and it was just me, the kids and my sister. My sister made them breakfast and kept them busy which I am very grateful for that.
By the time my mom got back which was around 9:45-10:00 it was a mad rush. They lined the bed with a shower curtain and lots of towels and then put one on the floor also in case I wanted to move. I “quickly” got onto the bed, on all fours with a pillow under my arms.  My husband walked in a couple minutes later. I was so happy he was finally home. He came over and held my hand the whole time. I told my mom I feel like I need to push because I was having pressure in my lower butt area. She then picked up the phone and immediately called Laura and was like what do I do!!!! She said it might help to put pressure on the sides of my hips, HOLY CRAP that did not help. Steve was like uh yeah no she does not like that.I have bad hips so I assume it’s from that.
About 5 minutes later my midwife Christy came running in. She quickly got gloves, grabbed her jar of olive oil, rubbed it on me and said okay whenever your ready Shana. I always told myself I would NEVER be a screamer, but man oh man did I scream. Christy told me that the screaming doesn’t help because it makes me tighten which pushes the baby back in (For all of you pregos out there, remember that bit of information for when you’re in labor).
Soooooo I tried my hardest to grunt/breath instead of screaming. I think I did pretty well, at least they told me I was. Finally after about 3-4 pushes the head was out. Christy said hello to the baby and giggled and said she always loves this part because it’s their first look at the new world. Everyone there was saying someone take a picture. My sister Tia (who was 17 at the time) was the only one right there with a camera but she was very hesitant so I said in my nicest during labor voice “Just take the fucking picture Tia”. Everyone got a good laugh out of that one. Two more pushes and we had a baby at 10:31 a.m.! He was 8 lbs. 8 oz. and 21 1/4 inches long and just absolutely beautiful. My oldest was the who announced that it was a boy 🙂 I was so excited and I KNEW it was a boy! Steve was in shock. He was totally convinced we were going to have a girl. 
It was an absolutely amazing birth experience. I enjoyed doing it all natural, being in my home, my own element. It was very comfortable and no one was telling me what to do or how to do it. It was all up to me. Example, when Christy said okay I’m ready Steve asked does she push now and her reply was “whenever Shana feels the need to. She is in control here, it’s her body and she will know what to do when the time is right”. I loved her look on birth. In a hospital it’s the Dr who delivers your baby but that’s not how she see’s it. It’s the mother who delivered the baby, the Dr, midwife, whoever is there to assist but the mom did all the work. Midwifes rock!
So that was how our beautiful bouncing, wild, crazy, full of energy, very curious, happy baby boy was born!
Happy third Birthday to my little man. I loved you as soon as I found out I was pregnant and that love has grown each and every day. You are by far my most challenging child but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I can’t wait to watch you continue to grow. You are my baby, today, tomorrow and forever <3


Wordless Wednesday

I just realized a little bit ago that today is Wednesday. Pretty sad considering it’s eight o’clock at night now. It has been a long day though, many many hours spent at the Orthodontist for my son, my youngest is sick and I’ve had a migraine all day. But I just can’t miss doing a Wordless Wednesday post.

Monday we celebrated Passover at my Aunt and Uncles house. This is the first holiday we have been together at since my Grandfather passed. It was definitely different with out him there but I am very thankful we got to spend that time with my family since it will be more difficult after the move.

My beautiful Grandma <3 Photobucket
He thinks he’s being sneaky, little bugger LOL

And I am not sure why but every time I look at this picture I think of my Grandpa

There you have it, a very late but still within the time limits Wordless Wednesday post.