I simply hate to say no or I can’t, but some of the requests made of me are outlandish. I don’t mean outlandish that they’re not coming from caring people but the requests are just beyond my capability.
I do my best to steer well intentioned folks in the right direction but at times they receive a rude awakening when they learn the harsh realities. Saving animals requires giving up your time, making sacrifices and following it through to the end, no matter the costs.

So many people that I have helped have promised to give a little back so that I may help other animals.  Those who have followed through on that promise are practically nonexistent. But there are others, thank the Lord, who give whatever they can to help my kids as often as they can. That being said, it doesn’t take much to bring my funds dangerously low to a point where I won’t be able to handle the next case. Therefore I am constantly fundraising in one form or another and cajoling the dear vets who work with me to save every penny I can.  There are many small cases that you’ll never hear about, but believe me they weren’t small to the people and the animals I’ve helped.
Today I’m trying to help Winston, a 7-year old American Bulldog whose scrotum is dragging the ground.  I’ve paid for his initial x-rays, evaluation and some meds.  He will soon be brought in for another test and clearer X-rays which I will also pay for. Dr. Fitch at Bonnie Brae, along with my good friend Randy Grobe, have agreed to assist me on the surgery fees if and when they become necessary.
Buddy had an oozing sore on his back and the poor owner had tape over it. My good friends Jim and Loretta brought it to my attention. When I met this sweet boy (breed undetermined), I saw that he was loved and well taken cared of but the owner couldn’t afford an operation if needed.  I brought him to Landrum vet where tests were run on him.  I visited him each day and he was always sweet and loving when I took him for a walk. A massive and deep tumor was removed from his back, thankfully benign, and two days ago I returned him to his owner along with loads of food placed in his trunk. Buddy’s tail was wagging a mile a minute as his owner tearfully and thankfully accepted his leash. I smiled as Buddy raised on his hind legs grateful to see his daddy, this was okay by me, I’m content just being Uncle Lennie.
Last Tuesday evening while Buddy was still at the vet, three 5 – 6 month old Am-Staff pups were dumped behind the fence at Hospice Thrift Barn.  When FHS couldn’t be reached, a good friend Jim, who volunteers there, called me. When I saw the scared and confused pups, two white and one black, I began to get angry.  I quickly pushed that aside for there’s no room for that in my world.  I’ve already seen all the scenarios and rehashing them doesn’t do any good.  I instead prayed, which always brings me better results.  The pups had been given food and water, then Jim and I got some toys for them to play with.
I left and went to Landrum vet where Dr. Raines agreed to take them in and give them all vaccinations and run all proper tests. The next morning I set up for the pups to be accepted as stray turn ins under my name at FHS as soon as they were cleared and healthy from the vets.