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Chapter 19 – “Stop Calling Me, Mom!”

Isaac remained present for the rest of Pixie’s training. He felt that the main event minutia is left in good hands. Shark had control of the situation at “The Demure” while Pixie was deeply involved in Marshall’s wisdom. Things were evolving according to the plan.

* * *

Charlene had a hard day at work. Her last project was two weeks late and the discord on her team wasn’t helpful. 

Sometimes she felt she had to mother her teammates to complete tasks as required. She was used to doing that. 

But last month was hell. She had to cooperate with the project consultancy section on the sixth floor. They weren’t exactly soft players. Nothing was good enough for them, especially for Daniel who was pushing an agenda coming from the top. He was relentless.

“He is a total bully, I know, but he has to do that. It’s his job. And my team could push a little harder, that’s the truth”, she excused his poor behavior finding justifications just as her phone rang. 

It was her mom. Again. For the fourth time today.

“What’s now, mom? I told you I’m in the middle of an important project. You have to stop calling me”, Charlene replied with impatience in her voice.

“Hello, darling. Don’t be so quick to dismiss your poor mother. You know I miss you terribly. Did you read about the maniac in your area? I just heard about it on the news. He attacked three girls and stole two purses. He wanders around in his underwear shorts, that creep. You have to wear a spray, Charlene. Did you manage to ask about the tickets I needed? Ah, yes, I just got an SMS from my mobile provider. They are offering me a new contract for $35 more. I’m not due in three months, why are they calling me now? What should I do?”

“Mom. Mom, hold on, stop talking so much and so fast! I’m exhausted today. Yes, I got you and Betty two tickets, but you’ll have to pay the VIP price. The basic package is no longer available. I don’t know anything about a maniac, that’s not big news anyway, area and my whole city are full of maniacs and thieves, I know how to take care of myself, I’m not a little girl anymore. Please don’t dump your boredom on me, I have enough on my plate already. I can’t think about this stuff right now!”

“Oh, really? You don’t have a minute about your mother? You know, I have the best intentions at heart when I tell you important news like this. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, what am I going to do without you”?

“Cut it out, mom, I’m overwhelmed with work. I’ll have to hang up now. I’ll call you back when I can, don’t call me again today!” 

Charlene pressed the red hanger button with a lump in her throat as her mother continued to talk about how her daughter disrespects her. 

“Oh, mom, will you ever learn? It’s not all about you,” she thought. Tears crept in her eyes as the weight of the work pressure and her attention-seeking mother pulled her down. 

But it was the end of the week and the Friday night out in “The Demure” was coming. She was so looking forward to it. Getting ready and pampered, and dancing her brains away on the podium was relaxing. The rhythmically whirling dance made her forget all about her troubles.

All… except for one. Daniel. He was coming to the club, too. She hated that. She hated that work was following her in her free time. She wanted to be able to breathe with full lungs and not thinking about how some arrogant consultant full of himself was ruining her project and her weekend.

“Maybe he is right,” a thought passed through her mind again as she struggled between anger and self-doubt when thinking about his feedback report. The split in her team cost her her nerves and a desperate amount of fatigue in the last couple of weeks. 

“That egocentric attitude reminds me so much of someone”, she thought, totally unaware that someone was calling her phone again, after just being asked to stop.

Charlene rejected the call. 

A few minutes later, an SMS notification blinked on the screen: 

“Please try again for the basic tickets, darling, you know how Betty has so many expenses after her husband died.”

Charlene sighed, convinced that her work troubles will eventually end. But, her mom? She wasn’t so sure.

Christmas Dog Adoption: Pawsome Enthusiasts’ Efforts to Find Homes for Stray Dogs

In a modest but heartwarming photo exhibition, the passionate volunteers from Pawsome Enthusiasts yet another time tried to find forever homes for homeless dogs in Skopje. 

Heartwarming Stray Dog Photos

As you may already know, there are always more dogs that are trying to find their owners than owners willing to take dogs.

Therefore, any adoption that results in a beautiful story of a human-dog bond warms people’s hearts. It is even more so touching during the holidays when we are all a bit more generous and full of gratitude.

It is a bright shining star among the grey dire everyday events we hear about on the news, instilling hope and optimism in people’s souls, which are never enough around Christmas and New Year’s Eve. For some people and many dogs, this holiday time is the toughest. It’s winter. It can get pretty cold and lonely.

Since most charities and volunteering organizations push forward their plans at this time of the year, dogs often come last. Nevertheless, there is a tiny fraction of the hooman population that is wholeheartedly dedicated to helping dogs. 

We Just Can’t Have Enough of a Noble Cause

What’s so special about this particular photo exhibition is that it included professionally made images. Social media is overflowing with pictures of pedigree dogs and stray dogs who have found their owners. So, why not follow the common trail of success and entice prospective owners with some expert-made pics?

These are stray dog images that have been put on a stand and taken at the exhibition itself. Therefore, some of the picture quality may be lost. But what we could get is the special attention given to each dog when on a pedestal. A single dog gets lost in a legion on thousands on the web or in dog shelters. Yet, when put on a display in front of a dog-loving audience, each dog becomes a character, a persona, and a glorious life waiting to be lived until the very happy end.

A Story Waiting to Be Told

There is a story behind each of these images. It would have been nice to have the dog’s personal story attached to the images. However, given the hours these volunteers invest in saving hundreds from stray dogs from the streets, each small step matters. This blog is an attempt to contribute to their story and help them live happier lives.

Visitors had the chance to ask questions about possible adoption, contribute to the dog rescue Christmas fund (usually an endless pit), and acquire small presents for themselves or their friends and family. Cup and glass coasters, mouse pads, filigree brooches – all lovely things that could be a nice holiday gift for someone. There was coffee and refreshments for a tiny donation fee. All in all, an event that goes well with the Christmas spirit.

Stray dogs for adoption – collective image. Credit for original images made by pro photographers goes to Pawsome Enthusiasts. Display image credits: Stories about Dogs and People

Some of the dogs that were on display are already adopted and some are still waiting for adoption. Perhaps we cannot yet have the final say about the success of this adoption event. After all, dog adoption is not an easy decision and should not be taken lightly. Hopefully, many dogs have been joined with owners. 

Having said that, when it comes to the benefit of stray dogs, all the glory goes to owners who adopt and don’t shop. But to each their own – if you decide to get a pedigree dog from a breeder, it’s a choice you have can make in full right. However, if you hesitate between adopting a stray dog from a shelter or a street dog, at least consider going for one without a pedigree. The rewards you will reap are limitless.