Animal Rescue of Fresno

Animal Rescue of Fresno: This, That, and the Other

by Wendy Hunter

Hello again, peeps, I hope this New Year is treating you well. I apologize for not submitting my usual rant last month, but life sort of got in the way, and I had to recharge my feeble brain. I’m not sure if I grew a few more cells up there in the old noggin’, so you be the judge. As I sit here jotting down my thoughts, it’s 47 degrees and pouring like the bejeezus outside. I’m not saying it’s raining cats and dogs, but I swear a large Labrador chasing a Calico just flew by the window.

Animal Rescue of Fresno: New Year’s Cheers and Cheeseburgers

by Wendy Hunter

Happy New Year peeps! How’s your noggin’? Today is the day for hangovers, leftovers, and water under the bridge. To wit; eat, drink, be merry, and forget about all the questionable stuff you did this past year. No regrets, no bad deeds, and no bad language. Well, I don’t know about that last one…dagnabbit! I started this article yesterday, and was going for my usual snarky remarks, sarcastic humor, and irreverent comments about how lousy this past year was.

Animal Rescue of Fresno: Marshmallow & Goldie

by Wendy Hunter

BOO! It’s Halloween again my friends, and tonight the streets will be filled with all kinds of creepy crawly things. Gigantic spiders lay in wait for unwary children, motion activated skeletons make the kiddies scream with glee, while ghosts and goblins float above the sidewalks in a spooky haze. Not only does Netflix offer up some mighty fine viewing, it also provides some amazing costume ideas for dressing up in one’s favorite weird and/or wacky character.

Animal Rescue of Fresno—Summer in the City

by Wendy Hunter

Well, well, well, my peeps, it’s just about that time again. The dog days of summer are almost upon us, spreading smiles and sunshine, bluebirds and butterflies, and swapping shoes for sandals. Ah, what a dream! But for some of us, these three stagnant months are only our nightmares come to life, haunting our very existence. This can only mean the beginning of the Good (ice cream), the Bad (triple digit degrees), and the Ugly (preposterous electric bills).

Animal Rescue of Fresno: A Purple Pig, a Tripod Dog, and Little Survivors

by Wendy Hunter

Jump for joy! Sound the alarm! Alert the media! It’s almost time for the greatest event of the year, when the heavens burst open, the angels sing, and the entire world stops spinning on its axis. People of all nations gather together in peaceful harmony, sunshine beams across the globe, and even longtime enemies in the animal world find a new understanding.

Animal Rescue of Fresno—A New Year

by Wendy Hunter

Happy New Year kids! Today is the first day of January 2022, and also my sister Kelly’s birthday. I won’t tell you how old she is because that would be tacky (62), and there’s no call for that. Mom and I didn’t do any sort of celebrating last night because we were too busy watching Dr. Pol. As a matter of fact, I totally forgot to bust out the bubbly, but only because I was in bed by 10:00. Yup, it was a crazy festival of homemade tortellini soup and leftover yule log. Hey, we Golden Girls know how to party!

ARF: Animal Rescuers

by Wendy Hunter

Wow, am I tired. I’m as tired as a marathon runner in the Tokyo Olympics. I’m as tired as a lumberjack in a log rolling contest. It’s been Termite Central at our place recently, as we had our casa tented for the little buggers. Trust me when I say I wouldn’t wish that exhausting experience on my worst enemy. If you’ve had the circus visit your house, then you know what I mean. The drudgery of double-bagging every freaking thing in your refrigerator and freezer, spices, baking goods, and open food containers lurking on top shelves. You don’t know how much expired stuff you have, until you come across three different cinnamon bottles from 2014. And don’t get me started on the frostbitten pork chops from my high school days.

ARF-Surviving Parvo: Give Me Strength

by Wendy Hunter

Well, here we are again folks. Two months into the New Year and we have a new President, more wacky weather, and some yahoo named Gorilla Glue Girl. Yup, here we are. I was hoping for a more glorious and rose-filled start to 2021, but it’s been more like a lousy rain-soaked beginning. In our family, we’ve been hit with some health issues, which came screaming out of the blue like a flock of Wizard of Oz monkeys.

Animal Rescue of Fresno: Red Girl Roxanna

by Wendy Hunter

Well kids, we did it. We made it through the holidays. We made it through the fudge, the popcorn balls, and way too many bottles of vino. We noshed on trays of appetizers, dips of all kinds, and cookies by the dozens. We popped Christmas crackers, shared classic stories, and vowed that 2021 will be a much better year. We remembered those we lost and toasted to the ones we still have.



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