And a Baby Makes 4!

So many things to say and write about to catch up. Most everyone reading this is on facebook or instagram or family so you already know that my little family will now be a medium sized one!  December 31st is the date this little dude will arrive. That’s right a BOY!!! We are very excited.

Here is a picture of our reveal we did… that will end up being a WHOLE other post.


Photo Taken By: Leila Hunt Photography

Photo Taken By: Leila Hunt Photography

Just a quick bit on our journey to actually being able to say the words we are pregnant! It wasn’t easy and knowing there are so many women and families out there struggling I figured I’d lay a little bit of our journey out for you all to read:

We have wanted another child for the last four years. We have had a few years where we were really trying hard and just had so many disappointments. During a routine check up I  found out I have endometriosis which after researching it is now no surprise to me and not uncommon. I had surgery and they found a cyst on my left ovary so, those 2 things really didn’t help the making a baby process at all. I was told by the Dr. and MANY MANY friends that after the surgery we should have no problem at all getting pregnant. Well, everyone is clearly different because nothing… no baby.

A year went by after the surgery I got depressed, overweight, and at the lowest I have been. I honestly became a person I just didn’t know anymore. We gave up on the baby making and decided to go through the process of grieving that child we weren’t going to get. Sounds a bit dramatic I’m sure to someone reading this who has never gone through 4 years of trying to have a baby and nothing happening. But, it’s exactly what it feels like. That idea of your family not being fully complete, the idea of another amazing little person adding joy, the idea of your beautiful daughter who will make a perfect big sister, the names, all the wonderful things you imagine your future to be… gone.

A friend suggested I see a spiritual director and go to a silent retreat. I laughed at the idea because if you know me at all I am anything but silent, and silence makes me feel uncomfortable. Seriously, today I had a Dr. apt and waited for the elevator with this dude who was also waiting. I couldn’t handle the awkard silence so I pretended I left something, walked away, and went to the bathroom then came back so I could go alone. Sometimes, ya do what you gotta do to.

I’d love to explain what a silent retreat is… the only thing that comes to mind is life changing. It really did change my life. I spent 26 hours talking with God, reading the Bible, sitting outside and taking in nature, I even took a shower and got ready… without having to rush! That in itself was healing. I didn’t miss the talking because I spent so much time “talking” with God.  If you’d like a more official explanation you can go to Kasey’s website here and look into it.

My journey with Kasey (my spiritual guide) has really changed my life, so much. I don’t think she really has a clue how much her sessions have helped me heal and have gotten me closer to God. I know how to pray now- something I have always struggled with, I notice when God is trying to tell me something – not all the time but when I do it’s pretty cool, and I feel more at peace with my life. I have learned more about the stories in the bible than I ever had and I often use the bible as a “self help” book if you will.

There are many skeptics about the Christian faith. Many don’t know enough about it so they make their own judgements. My heart breaks and literally pounds out of my chest when I see rude comments from friends posted out on social media about people of faith. I have to really real myself in from getting into a online social media debate because they are brutal… so brutal. But, for me the bottom line is that my relationship with God and my faith has gotten me through the toughest time in my life. There will be more tough times to come I’m sure and I am excited to think that with the guidance of friends, family, and God I will make it through.

Anyway, when I was at the retreat I was immediately drawn to this tree. It was January so there were no leaves on it but folks this tree was magnificent even without the leaves. The branches made a wonderful soothing noise in the wind as birds found their perfect resting and chatting place. I bundled up sat down and started writing. As the sun peaked out from around the tree and slowly warmed my body I found God. I saw him in that tree. I asked many questions, I told him how much love His child would have if he or she was given to us. How much Hannah needed and wanted to be a big sister. She will be perfect at it. I promised that I would never disappear from Him again. Jesus hugged me at one point, even smirked and told me to be patient. All good things come to those who wait. I asked what I needed to do to heal my body and mind so I can get pregnant. I didn’t get a word for word answer but after I left the retreat I came across this cleanse. I prayed about it and felt a huge urgency to give it a try.

I tried it 2 times. The first time was a complete bust. Like really I did it for 4 days… it’s a 12 day cleanse. But this cleanse is only liquid. No solids. So, it had to be timed perfectly and I didn’t do that. A month went by and I decided to schedule it during a down time that was before a wedding I was going to so hopefully I would have lost a few lbs before it. This cleanse was amazing- well, it sucked at first, it sucked bad! But, it really was amazing once you got through the hungry starving feeling. I’m pretty sure all the nasty stuff came out, all the toxins, all the junk and I felt great! The first 4 days I wanted to punch anyone who came near me in the face but once that passed I was GREAT! The 12 days were over and I already had on my calendar when I was going to do it again.

I haven’t done it again… why? Because I got pregnant. A month after the cleanse was over and 3 months after my silent retreat! YIPPEEE!!!

So far this pregnancy has been difficult, very difficult. I have been really sick, losing weight, sent to the hospital, and we just got word that he may not be the perfect baby we envisioned. There may be some serious obstacles we have to face so thoughts and prayers from you all are welcomed with great big open arms.

Anyway, thank you for sharing this joy with us and thank you to the people who have continued to be a constant support in our lives. Can’t wait to keep you all updated on this little dude as our journey continues!

And guess what!!????!!! Fall is coming and we all know what that means in the Diehl home! It’s decorating and project time!! It’s baking time!! I think this weekend I am going to try to make scones!

Our favorite time of the year is year!! This is us picking pumpkins last year. We did it a little late but still found some good ones!

Our favorite time of the year is hear!! This is us picking pumpkins last year. We did it a little late but managed to find some good ones!

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Can't wait for the cool weather and get to go to the pumpkin patches again!!

Can’t wait for the cool weather and get to go to the pumpkin patches again!!




A ‘Disposal’ of Words

What does the title mean you ask? It’s a play on word from disposal. You know what most modern households have in their kitchen sink. All the food goes down the drain and stays there until you turn on a switch then the food gets chopped up, runs down another drain, which then leads to a pipe that goes…???? I love to write but that is what seems to happen to most of what I write about.

I realize it has been a while since I’ve posted on my blog.  If only you can see all the drafts I have- a disposal if you will of blog articles.  None of them seemed like anyone would really have cared to read it all the way through. So, they are all just sitting there together waiting… Before it gets too stale and stinky as most disposals do if you let the food sit there too long, I’ll turn on the switch.

One post was my thoughts and feelings about the Sandy Hook tragedy. I wrote about why my husband and I decided to not talk about the shooting around our daughter. Shelter her from what we can of any news or words about it. A 6 year old- doesn’t need to know, hear, or see anything about this.  She will learn of it soon enough but now, we’d like her mind to not be terrorized by this horrible act of violence. That person has terrorized too much and I won’t allow it to happen to my daughter. THAT I can control. Passing by an elementary school, meeting a teacher, meeting a 1st grader, or even walking by a school office will never be the same again for anyone, no matter the reason. After I had finished I realized everyone is sad who I am to have a whole blog post about this? So, I decided to leave it for the archives and chalk it up to a journal entry.

I had one about the Silent Retreat I went on. What happened when I was there, the moment I saw and HEARD God for the first time, the tears of joy and sadness, and the fact that I lasted the WHOLE time without speaking (well kind of).  Friends, it was life changing.  I needed something to happen to me that was positively life changing at this moment in my life.

I also have a few craft ones that I will eventually share, just have to wait for the right season… I’m really excited about those. I made a tree topper out of toilet paper rolls and it looked great.  For years I’ve been on the search for one and they are just way too tacky or the ones that look OK are way too expensive – not worth our hard earn cash for something that just looked OK. I’ll share the step by step of how I did it later in the year, closer to Christmas!

Here’s a sneak peak of it right after I finished…


Now for a recent post!

The other day my Mom called me asking if I wanted to go with her for a walk. People, it has been cold and rainy, sleeting and cold, rainy and warm, then really cold and icy for almost a month now. I have been craving some sunshine. So was my daughter because I had run out of things to have her do on these yucky days. She loves the out doors about as much as I do so this was very hard.

Nashville has this Greenway  with over 190 miles of trails in Davidson County, over 50 miles of off-street (primarily paved) multi-use greenway trails and various other types of trails within parks for walking, hiking, mountain biking and equestrian use. The one I like best has a huge walking bridge over the Cumberland River and just a hop, skip, and a jump to the Opryland Hotel. For more information on the Greenway of Nashville click here.

Anyway, I was excited because my girl had just learned how to ride her bike without training wheels and these trails are great for bike riding, paved but a little hilly. I was hoping it would help her confidence a little. We had a great time and she is practically a pro at riding without training wheels. One thing we need to work on is her balance when she sees others coming or other bike riders shout: “ON YOUR LEFT”.  She kinda panics gets all wobbly and veers off the path. It’s rather adorable.

Here are a few pics I took:

Photo captured on a bridge with a view of the Cumberland River.

Photo captured by Adele on a bridge with a view of the Cumberland River.

Hannah waits and looks on at the "Walking" Bridge that towers over the Cumberland River.

Hannah waits and looks on at the “Walking” Bridge that towers over the Cumberland River.

Riding on the bridge with no fear and confidence!

Riding on the bridge with no fear and confidence!

The walk was so nice that I called up my friend and asked if she wanted to go with us the next day.  It was a little colder and a lot more windy but still very enjoyable. If you live in Nashville I suggest you try it. If you visit, I recommend you find one near where you are (chances are you will via the link above) and go! Get out there and enjoy what our city has to offer!

Hope you didn’t mind my “dispostal” Maybe I’ll share some more later on in the year!

What We Do For Love

For a few years now I have seen these thankful November posts on facebook when November rolls around.  I never participated mainly because I figured who cares what I’m thankful for. When I read the first thankful FB post of the year Hannah was eating her snack. I closed my computer, smiled, and asked Hannah what she is thankful for.

“I’m thankful for water. What are you thankful for?” she said so matter-of-factly.

I have been trying to lose weight forever and had been eating nothing but salad for days and thought I’d do a mental trick and be a bit sarcastic.

“Lettuce, I’m thankful for Lettuce.”

“Lettuce? That’s weird.” Hannah said with a disapproving look on her face.

What a funny kid.  As if water wasn’t a peculiar thing to say. I love her.

I then decided to go ahead and play the Thankful November game and try not to make them all so serious and with no pressure to post them everyday. For those of you who it annoys just go ahead and block my posts because they aren’t going to stop.

Today, I can’t sum it up in a few words. I have so much to do this morning with my job but, I can’t seem to focus until I write my thoughts down. And of coarse I wouldn’t feel completely satisfied with these thoughts until I post them for the world to read.

Today, I am thankful for my husband. I am thankful for him everyday actually.

He works in a restaurant 5 sometimes 6 days a week and on average from 10AM-11PM.  That’s a long day for anyone right? Even for someone with an office job where you get 15 minute breaks every few hours AND a 30min-1hour lunch break.

Servers and managers in the restaurant biz don’t get that luxury. Sometimes they work 14 hour shifts without ever getting to sit down, eat a HEALTHY meal, or just get out of the building to decompose for a minute. And if you make a mistake and a customer complains your job could be on the line. It’s a high stress, high intensity, under appreciated job. It looks easy on the outside looking in but walk a day in their shoes and you’ll treat your servers, bartenders, hostesses, and managers a little better (and tip them better too).

He then comes home to a child who adores him, who says how much she misses him, and to a wife who is annoyed & frustrated because he’s never home to help.


I tend to nag on him for not being home and bark orders of stuff for him to do when instead I should be thanking him for the hard work he does to support us.

Dan also wakes up with Hannah in the mornings, gets her breakfast, makes her lunch, and takes her to school. I stay in bed and listen to their conversations- I’m thankful for that- these conversations are priceless.

I don’t come out of our room until they have their time because with me present I’m afraid some of those important conversations may not happen. If he doesn’t do this then Hannah may not see him for days maybe even a week. When you work in a restaurant you have to work weekends too. People eat on the weekends.

Spending time with his daughter is important to him, he may only get a few hours of sleep a night, but to him it’s worth the sacrifice. He is a wonderful father to Hannah and she loves him so much.  My heart warms when they are together.

My favorite picture. EVER.
Photo courtesy of  Trone Photography

On a much lighter note I am thankful that he knows how to iron. He irons my clothes for me sometimes. That’s right, he irons so much better than me.

Dan, thank you for being a great Dad and for the sacrifices you make for us. We love you. A lot.

It’s Fall, Ya’ll!


Well, It’s October anyway. But, right now here in Nashville only the evenings seem to feel like Fall. In the upper 70’s and 80’s during the day, still a nice break from the 100+ degree weather we had this summer.

If you know me it’s no secret that fall is my favorite time of year. I love the food, smells, colors, the decorations, flowers, warmth of friends, and camping.  I love to hear that sound of our tent zipping open and closed as I wake up early in the morning gazing at the sun-kissed golden leaves and breathing in the fresh crisp cool air. All my senses seem to be heightened at that very moment as all the smells, colors, and sounds absorb in my mind.

To make up for the warm weather I decided to use what little creative juices I have and get creative 🙂
So, today we turn the AC down really low and got the house really cold, put on our over sized hoodies – because hoodies are only worth wearing if they are 2 sizes too big – and started baking.

I also need to clarify that I have NEVER made homemade bread before so I was a bit nervous but thanks to this awesome helper and my KitchenAid this baking day was very easy!

“The more mess you make, the better it will taste” ~ Hannah

Oh and Hannah hasn’t caught on to the whole big hoodie thing yet, she still think it’s too BOYISH… So, it got taken off and thrown into a pile of flour on the counter.

I by no means am seasoned enough at making this so I thought I’d provide the link to the person who is. The recipe and instructions to this master piece can be found here at the eat, live, run blog I found via pinterest. I realize she is competition and I’m bringing you all to the competition, but I’m also doing you a solid by taking you to the source. Riiight?

I do have a few tips though…

When you make the strips for the braid use a pizza cutter and ruler. Also, I put parchment paper down on my counter and did everything there then lifted it up onto the cookie sheet by the paper.

The glaze is a MUST do. I put some of the juices from baking the apples first in the glaze. y’all it’s so good!

My 6-year-old did a great job at that braid didn’t she!

Happy Fall! I hope you all enjoy this as much as we did. Now ~sigh~ Time to fix the AC and clean the kitchen! It’s cold and messy in here!!

p.s. it’s good to be back bloggin’ sorry it’s been so long.

A Soapy Box

I have been staring at the Title spot on this blog for about 10 minutes.  I knew what I wanted to write about until I stared at the subject line and freaked out.  Now, I don’t remember. They tell you in creative writing classes just to write whats in your head and eventually ideas will pop up.  Well, I need a certain popping of an idea that brought me to this keyboard… sooo… not sure if that will work.

Ahhh haaa!  I know what I’m going to write about.  Not the original plan but that will come to me again when the time is right.

I decided back in February to start volunteering at a local animal shelter. Many reasons why.  Obviously the first is I love animals, especially dogs.  I can’t figure out why people have dogs or any animals for that matter just to neglect them. I mean, you chose to buy the dog, you chose to take this dog in, or better yet you chose to become a rescue.  What’s the point if you don’t love the animals.  I am beginning to think it’s a disease that has yet to own a name.  Someone who gets a pet just to abuse, neglect, fight, starve, and chain it up  has something wrong with their brains.

And worse. Did you know the women who hoarded the 100 dogs, we call them the Freedom Dogs, in deplorable conditions didn’t go to jail.  WHY?!?! Here is what they said on News Channel 5 website.

“She’s not a bad person and she means well”, Burger said about the owner whose name was not released. “I really don’t think she knew how bad the situation was because she was feeding and watering these animals. (But) it takes more.  You have to be a companion.  You have to love them and pet them.”

This statement is asinine to me.  If someone gets pulled over has 3-4 beers they go to jail for driving while under the influence. Most of them aren’t bad people, they mean well. So should Mr. Policeman let him/her go and continue to drive home? NO!

Just because she “fed” them she gets off? Because she means well? Maybe she isn’t a bad person, that’s for God to decide. But, she did do a bad thing and needs to have consequences for them. This has been 2 decades in the making, authorities knew about this women for 20 years.  20 years these dogs have been suffering and they did NOTHING.  Tried NOTHING to get the dogs out.  They could have even done a little at a time.  Instead they took some of the dogs neutered them for her and GAVE THEM BACK!!!

Why do I feel like I’m the only one outraged by this? Look at my other post called a Story of Rescue I did in March about the dog who was dumped in my back yard.  It’s about my run in with Wilson County Animal Control.

Wilson County Animal Control is responsible for a lot of what went on here. They, Animal Rescue Corps, found dog skeletons all over the property.  This could have been prevented. And don’t tell me this women thought she was doing the right thing by leaving the dogs in hollowed out metal air conditioning units only to bake in the 100+ heat we had. Anyone with any sense or decency would know their dogs were suffering from broken jaws,mange, fleas, ticks, heart worms, tooth decay and lots of other illnesses.  She knew this and decided to continue to get more dogs. She knew this and chose to continue to neglect and abuse these animals.

I just don’t understand why we aren’t holding these people accountable for the wrong that they have done. What if a murderer confesses and tell the police where he/she hid the body and the police let him go because he surrendered. To me that’s the same thing that’s happening here.  This women murdered and abused hundreds if not thousands of animals. She surrendered the ones she has with no fine, no ticket, NOTHING.

And guess what people, she will do it again because all she got was nothing but help from earth-bound angels and police telling her they knew she was a good person.

We fostered for the first time last month for about 3 weeks.  It was an interesting experience and I can’t wait to do it again.  We have to be able to get the right dog since Bruno is 8 and has been the only dog in our family since he was 2.

Scamper and Bruno got a long great.  I think it was because Scamper understood the pack. Scamper was found chained in pretty bad conditions along with 6 other dogs.  I really think God led the shelter’s Animal Control Officer to them.  She was actually on another call when she spotted them.

Scamper learned how to be an inside dog as well as learning boundaries and honestly how to be a pet. I learned a lot from the experience and think my husband and daughter did too.

The women who had the dogs chained, some of them chained their whole lives, also didn’t have any legal repercussions. And yes, I am just as perplexed about this.  Mainly because the set up where these dogs lived is still there.  How do we know this won’t happen again? We don’t know. But, it could be prevented by doing more than just slapping them on the wrist. Oh, wait, we don’t even do that.

What’s good out of all the soapy boxes I’ve been jumping up and down on tonight? Is that where there is evil and ignorance there is good and common sense. Thank GOD for all the awesome people we have in the Nashville area and all over the Nation who has dedicated their lives to helping the animals who didn’t get so lucky.  The best part out of all this is seeing these dogs smiling faces of freedom and love.

I leave you with a smile and a wagging tail…

Meet our Foster Scamper. Off the chain and happy as can be without any sign of abuse or neglect. He is now at a rescue in Massachusetts. If you’d like to adopt this little boy. Let me know and I’ll get you more information ASAP!

Click, Click, BOOM!

I can not believe how much time has flown by.  I know I say it all the time but seriously, it’s almost time for my daughter to go back to school… AS A FIRST GRADER!!! AWWW!!

I’ll have to apologize in advance for the lack of pictures in this post.  You see I got a new camera about 6 months ago because I tripped on my shoe laces outside and flew off the deck stairs with old camera in hand and shattered it, I mean thousands of pieces all over the freshly cut green grass.

I got lucky though and got this new camera that was super expensive for an affordable price because Best Buy was having a sale.  Unfortunately they were NOT selling the camera for the same price, I wasn’t shocked.

So, the disaster happened July 4th.  I was taking pictures of Hannah doing sparklers turned around and noticed this neighborhood kid was way to close to me.  Almost lit my hair on fire, I jerked and lost control of one of my most prized possessions.

That was my last click of that camera.  Now, I’m in the market for another and hopefully will make my decision before Hannah’s birthday.

Don’t worry though, you haven’t missed much.  The only thing I wanted to blog about was how our kitchen disposal was leaking for a month and what I did to fix the warped cabinet.  See, you didn’t miss much. Maybe not having a camera helped me out because that would have been a boring post!

I will give you a tip to leave you by today. A tip I found out in a very informative class I took on technology and how to utilize it to my fullest in Real Estate (my mind got a little blown at times).

So, most us are on facebook.  The main reason I got on was to keep in touch with friends and family and allow them to stay updated on Hannah through pictures and funny things she says and does.  I now have over 30 albums on there and stuff I posted in my status that she did and said that was soooo funny.

Now I can have all the data from the beginning of my facebook life. HOW?!?! It’s so simple.

When you sign in you’ll see on the top right hand of your screen  an arrow pointing down next to home.

  1. Click on that arrow
  2. go to account settings
  3. you should see this…
  4. Click on where it says  download a copy of your Facebook data.
  5. It will then ask you for your email to make sure you are who you say you are
  6. They will send you an email when they a downloaded all your info with a link to go to to download it.
  7. After that it’s up to you on how you want to save it.

And with that I leave you!  Hope you all have a great rest of the summer!

Happy May!

I don’t know about you but for us May is a very busy month.  Friends and family graduate, friends get married, friends having babies, birthdays, recitals, end of the year parties, and let’s not forget Mother’s Day.  Mother’s Day this year was special.  We broke away from traditions and went to a wedding of a good friend of mine from college in Dahlonega, Georgia.  What another beautiful mountain town in the south.  I have seem to really fall in love with the south.  I guess it’s about time since I’ve lived here most my life.

My sister and brother-in-law agreed to keep Hannah so this was kind of like a little get away for Dan and I.  We never do anything just the 2 of us it seems so we were happy about it.

We stayed at a wonderful Bed and Breakfast called Long Mountain Lodge:  The breakfast was delicious! Baked pears with toasted almonds, homemade banana muffin, sage sausage, and a yeast dough homemade waffle.  I have never tasted a waffle like that before, it was aaaa-mazing. I wish I got pictures but was so distracted by the yummyness of the food I didn’t even think about it at the time. Thank you Dianne for your hospitality and wonderful cooking!

Here is the fabulous view from our room. I love my friend but it sure was hard to leave here to go to the wedding. I am just happy the wedding venue has a great view also!

Another gorgeous view from our room. A pond is to the left of the picture.  They have trails around the property also.

Story of Rescue

Countless dogs are found and rescued everyday. I’d like to tell you my story of rescue. A rescue that seemed as though there was no way to save a life. And because of a place nestled in the heart of Mount Juliet this life was saved. As I was trying to find a home for this kind soul I began to feel discouraged and that I was spitting in the wind. About a month ago my husband and I decided to volunteer at the Mount Juliet Animal Shelter.  I couldn’t officially be a volunteer until we go to their orientation, which I had gone to 10 days prior to where this story begins.

On a typical morning our American Bulldog Bruno always takes a while to wake up usually stretches, slowly opens his eyes, and gets up once the last person in our family wakes up… which is frequently me.  This particular morning he was very eager to go outside and seemed somewhat agitated. So I open the back door and immediately hear barking.  Bruno was excited, he thought we got him a new friend to play with.  This “new friend” was not as excited to see him or me.  After I separated the dogs I had to pinch myself.  Was there really a dog in our FENCED in backyard? I mean I have a weird knack for finding people’s lost dogs and lost dogs finding me but this was just very strange. I looked her over and immediately realized she recently had puppies, she was very thin, and a little scratched up.  I decided to leave her alone hoping maybe she would lead the way to her puppies.  She just sat in the first position with her drooping ears resting on the walkway for about 10-15 minutes.  I walked my property to look for holes where she could have dug her way through.  No sign of forced entry.  This dog was dumped in our yard.  I’m wondering the same thing… how could anyone dump a dog and momma dog at that?

I called the volunteer coordinator at the shelter I was volunteering at asking him what I should do.  He suggested we go ahead and bring her in to the Shelter so she can get the medical attention she needs.  So we (my angel of a Mother and I) did just that.

The Mount Juliet Animal Shelter has strict rules on jurisdiction. Unfortunately we weren’t within the city limits so they sent us to a local animal rescue.  While on the way we called and called until someone finally picked up, they informed us that they were full and told us to go to a facility that also takes in dogs. With a 3-year-old and a momma dog in tow we continued our adventure trying to find directions to this place.  When we finally got the directions this sweet momma dog got really sick and made a huge mess in the car. While my mother was calling friends and family for directions I was calling this place over and over again.  The answering machine said they were OPEN from the hours of 7:00AM-3:30PM. So we just assumed that someone was busy and unable to answer the phones.  When we finally got to where this facility there were no signs other than that we were entering a Landfill. The sign said to please stop for the landfill before entering.  Well, we weren’t going to the landfill so we didn’t stop.  Why would we if we were going to a place that takes in dogs?  When we got to the building there were 5 cars there but no one answering the door.  I walked the property while numerous dogs were serenading us with their howls, kinda reminded me of  that scene in Lady and the Tramp when they were singing along with a dog in the pound.  I was thinking these people couldn’t hear us because of the dogs. My Mom looked at 2 outdoor fenced in kennels that were covered with shade, had a doghouse, water, and food. These kennels had no dogs in them on a perfect Spring day. It was also unlocked. The decision we made next was based on a few things:

  1. We were informed they were a place that tries to adopt out, like a rescue. We didn’t know any better because there was absolutely NO SIGNS ANYWHERE.
  2. Based on the fact that there were 5 cars parked at the facility (that was in the middle of a landfill in the middle of nowhere) and the message said they are open until 3:30 (it was about 12:30-1:30 PM) we thought someone was there just too busy to answer the phones and door.  Or maybe couldn’t hear either because of the loud dogs.
  3. We had a small child in the car and the dog got very sick.  It was a mess and we didn’t want to take the chance of this dog getting this child sick also.
  4. There were 2 kennels in the front shaded, and unlocked.  We thought they were there for this very reason.
  5. The rescue we previously spoke to is well-respected in the area and if they told us this was the place to go well, we thought we were leaving her in the right hands.

So, we left the momma in the kennel that had food and water I called for about the 10th  time still no answer and left a message with my name, contact information, and short story about what had happened.  We drove away thinking we did the right thing. After doing this I spoke with animal control in Mount Juliet and asked if that was OK… I was told yes, that is what those kennels are there for.  They could have been out on a call and are understaffed.

At about 3:30PM I received a voice mail demanding I call this facility immediately. I did.  I was berated, scolded, and accused of abuse, abandonment, and neglect.  She continued to tell me I was a liar and this was in fact my dog. She said that she is going to call the police and press charges. I was not given the opportunity to tell my side and when I forced my story on her I was told I was trespassing and not allowed anywhere near this facility.  We don’t go to them they come to you. How was I supposed to know this? There are NO signs anywhere indicating that this is even any sort of animal control or government-run place.  NO signs saying no trespassing. NOTHING.  She then asked me where are the puppies and I should be ashamed of myself leaving a mother without her puppies. I was being bullied. I kept thinking this was a nightmare; I had to wake up at any moment.  After a pretty good reality show type yelling match I took a deep breath and asked if I came and got the dog if she’d continue on pressing charges.  She said no and to come first thing in the morning because we are now closed (how convenient).

I had a panic attack.  All the emotions I was holding on to the whole day came pouring out.  After I pulled myself together I called the director of the Mt Juliet Animal Shelter thinking he’s a great witness because he knew everything that was going on and knows this is NOT my dog. The intention was to ask him to call her and explain to her that my “story” was true.  I tried to hold myself together while telling him how I was treated (didn’t work), He tried to call with no answer and left a message. I thanked him then explained to him how I didn’t know what else to do because she obviously needed immediate medical attention and I didn’t have the money to pay for this. I was at the end of the road helpless, had no clue where to go from here.     He paused for a second and in a very calming demeanor said, you did nothing wrong.  Go get that dog and in the morning bring her to me, I will be at the shelter waiting.  He didn’t have to do this, his compassion and love for animals is evident to me and it warms my heart to know that the animals of Mount Juliet whether they be someone’s lost dog or a stray are all treated with dignity and respect.  Even the folks bringing these animals in are treated without judgment and respect.

The way they treated me at the Mount Juliet Animal Shelter vs. the way I was treated at this facility was like Heaven and Hell.  I don’t even want to say night and day because there are great things about the night.  There was nothing great about this facility. The fact that they will bully you so you will never go near that place again tells me there is a lot of bad things going in there. Something has to be done.

I want to say thank you to the Mount Juliet Animal Shelter.  Immediately when I brought Momma (that’s her name now) they began to look her over and got her to the VetMed right away.  She has been given her shots along with a clean bill of health. They are working on fattening her up and moving her on to the next adventure.  You all need to know how blessed the citizens of Mount Juliet is to have a facility like this.  It could be your dog who gets lost, your cat who wonders too far.  Mount Juliet Animal Shelter has fantastic Animal Control Officers with a passion and love for our furry animals along with over 300 volunteers who also love and care for these animals while they try to find the owner and/or a foster home, rescue, and forever home. I was excited to become a volunteer at the shelter. I’m still excited but now I’m honored because I know first hand the awesome job they are doing and I witnessed the lives they are saving.  I am blessed to be able to be a part of this.

Save an animal, do the right thing even though it may not fit in your busy schedule because that is how we change the world.  Doing what you know in heart is the right thing to do.  Take it from me rescuing a dog is never convenient. But it needs to happen. 

Here is Momma about 5 days after she was found.

The Mt. Juliet Animal Shelter has adoptable animals both cats and dogs waiting for their forever home.  If you are thinking about getting a furry new member for your family please consider first the Mt. Juliet Animal Shelter or your local shelter/rescue.  They are waiting.