Meet my friend Pogo.
Pogos daddy is Steve aka "INKER" who is our very talented tattoo artist and very close friend. He been mine for about 18 years, my hubs knew him WAYYYY back in the day.
Anyway, Steve has an addiction and passion for art, recovery (I have his permission to tell you that, Im not breaking his anonymity) good times, fine women....oh yeah and pitbulls!
Lets see theres Pogo, Jake, & Lucy. "Just for today". Steve saves these babies and finds them homes or comes home with him to foster if he or the Sadie Mae Foundation cant, rather than the inevidable euthenasia, gives them second chances at life. Pogo was originally one of his past flames(I meant Pogos mommy was, not Pogo) (hed kill me if I didnt clarify that & ya cant piss your tatty artist off, not when theres still work left for him to do on your arm) but when that didnt work out, she left Pogo with Steve. Thank God for that because Pogo is an amazing dog who I believe is being used to inspire people "ok, me"... who dont believe in their own power of inner spirit, strength and courage.
You see, in the photo of the Pogster, you see hes bandaged up. "NO" he didnt get a tattoo, although thats what we usually look like upon leaving Steves studio, I did yesterday... but Pogo is recovering from an amputated limb. Only a little more than a month ago, Steve became concerned of an awful open wound that wasnt healing on his leg,( Pogos not his) even after several vet visits, medications, lampshades on his neck, (Pogos, not Steve), (at least not since Steves been in recovery)... (that I know of) but Pogo wasnt healing, the infection wasnt responding to the antibiotics. So they came to the devestating decision that to save Pogos life, his front leg would have to be removed!!!
I watch Animal Planet & the success & recovery rate for amputee dogs is pretty amazing, but would Pogo who isnt quite a puppy in age fare his new disability? Oh boy talk about prayer intersession, I had his photo with the old rosarys hangin around it, sprayed with Holy water, lit white candles, and stocked up on big chippies for his recovery, & claimed Pogos healing.
Well yesterday as I pulled myself out of bed, sick w/ depression myself, I knew I had another sitting for work on a tattoo Steve was blessing me with for having "been there" for him(concerning the dogs and a huge fenced in pen, several hours, sore backs and lots a laughs) awhile back (& since I never say no to INKERS tattoos) I went 3 weeks ago for my first 4 hour visit, I felt so sad for Pogo, he was laying on the studio sofa, gooned out of his mind on tranquilizers and phentynal patches for pain, drooling...(Pogo not me) (well maybe a little envy for the meds) but he was so listless and he was all bandaged up hiding drains, and the staples and swollen parts of his painful experience, and those sad eyes.... and I left there 3 weeks ago wondering if it was all worth the pain and fear, and loss of spirit? Well God is Good folks, as if you didnt already know that. When I was waiting for my appt. yesterday, Pogo was pulling up in his daddys car, All excited to see his Auntie Kat,& Uncle Ronnie, as he came "barreling" & I mean BARRELING out of his daddys car trying to show me his bandage free boo boo, OH THANK YOU JESUS!!!! Lord I was weepin away! he was hoppin around....drug free...spirit filled... & other than a goofy limp, he had more spirit in him than he did before this scary ordeal.
I thought immediately "Thank you Lord, thank you for blessing me with Pogos spirit of tenacity, hope of healing"...as Iwatched him romp around, playing with his Uncle Ronnie, I thought thank you for the message Lord that you presented to me about never giving up when I sometimes want to....thank you for showing me how (thru Pogo) that as long as you never underestimate the power of love and hope, and Gods mercy...theres gonna be healing AND a great "rawhide chippy" at the end of it all. I thought...wow... Angels dont always come with wings...I wanted you to meet one of mine!