The newest rescue, Ms. Stinky MaGoo (part Pug and part God knows what), came barreling into the kitchen like a bat out of hell. Two freaked out and frightened felines flew onto the counter tops, one knocking over Mr. Coffee and the other sending the pan of sizzling sausages in every direction. After watching marathon episodes of the Dog Whisperer, I felt I knew just what to do.

I gathered up the sausages, washed them off,  put them on a plate with some green onions and garden tomatoes, cracked open a cold beer and walked outside, shut the door and sat on the deck... by myself. 

All the rescue energy sometimes took its  toll, and in the long run you needed to take care of your own self first. If you don't,  you become overwhelmed and have days like the previous. Poor little piggy. That squealing had just been too much.