10/16/2026
Do you know how many times Lynda thanked me for everything I do for dogs? A lot. It’s incredible how quickly they can diminish my role the moment I am no longer serving them.
Why doesn’t Lynda open and operate her own rescue?
Fosters are a vital part of rescue, I will always say that. Our work would be incredibly difficult without them. The thing about fostering is that you don’t have to carry the responsibility that falls on the shoulders of those who carry the weight of the organization, and you can walk away at any time, which many do.
That is the reason Lynda is able to foster dogs in and out so quickly, without having to worry about how much the vet care costs, the expenses of transporting dogs to her door, or taking a dog back in the event of a return. And that is also the reason Lynda was able to throw her hands up when she said she was done and demand that the dog leave her property immediately, or “something bad would happen.”
She can continue to talk about me. That’s fine. But we cannot say that I don’t do anything more than post dogs.
But here’s the thing: even if that were true, someone has to be their voice. Why diminish the work of a networker?
I don’t sugarcoat my stories, nor do I shield and protect the public from the truth of how the rescue world operates. I post dogs facing euthanasia, and the reality is that if no one steps up, that dog will die.
I won’t apologize for having an outreach on social media. People follow along, donate, and support our work because they know the dogs are real and that without my voice, many would quietly die in the dark.
Pictured below is Ferguson ( #2789) with my husband. Together, on a Shenandoah Shepherd Rescue mission trip to the RGV in Texas, we visited the Harlingen Animal Shelter and rescued this beautiful boy, who was facing euthanasia. He was adopted into an incredible home on 11/11/23 and passed away in April of this year.
His family recently adopted another dog from Second Start Rescue. The irony? That dog was , whom I personally drove on two separate occasions. First, I drove him to Lynda as a foster. Then, just five days later, I drove him to a new foster when Lynda said he had to leave.
That’s over 250 miles on the road in less than a week, and this is just one brief story of me not doing anything.
I may not do everything or be everything, but I will always do the very best I can for our dogs in need. I also know I don’t have to prove myself to anyone, and that’s not what this is about.
For whatever reason, people have decided it’s okay to bully me and that it’s popular not to like me. Please do better.