Villalobos and #367rescue: Changing Lives

The busier I am, the happier I am.  Lately, you can find me on cloud nine.  There are quite a few new things I have gotten involved with lately, and I’m sure I’ll talk excitedly about them one day, but for now I wanted to share the first of two very exciting pieces of news:  I will be deploying the end of February for one week to help with the #367 dogs from the fighting ring bust last summer!  I am honored and excited beyond words to be part of this amazing experience.  Adding to the extreme awesomeness is the fact that my dear friend from And Foster Makes Five will be there at the exact. same. time!  Um, yea.  That’s happening.

A friend sent this link about the #367 dogs to me a couple of days ago and (if you have a box of tissues handy) I highly recommend reading it.  I was instantly transported back to my time at Villalobos Rescue in New Orleans (from the show Pit Bulls and Parolees if you aren’t familiar with the name.)  I’ve mentioned my time there in passing once or twice and many people have asked me to talk more about it, but I haven’t felt I possess the eloquence necessary to do the experience the justice it deserves.  I still don’t think I do I will do my best to sum it up in a couple of “quick” paragraphs:

Life changing.  If I could only use two words, those would be the ones.  I can’t honestly say that I remember much from my drive to NOLA but what probably sticks out the most in my mind was the drive home from NOLA.  I cried so hard that I had to pull over at one point.  I distinctly remember sitting at a rest stop and debating just turning around and going back.  Surely I could find a job bartending or something so I had food money and I was happy to just continue living in the warehouse that us volunteers had called home for the week.  All I could think about were the things I was so ready to give up just so I could be there doing what I finally realized, with stunning clarity, was my true purpose in life.  Obviously my head prevailed and I managed to make my way back to Florida and my regular life.

It was jarring to realize that sleeping on a cot, surrounded by strangers, showering (yes, showering) in a cold porta-potty, and eating processed crap had lead me to realize my purpose, but that’s exactly what it did.  Why did I ever think I cared about clothes, or shoes, or a real bed with real sheets?  So unnecessary and frivolous.  I had always loved animals and I’d volunteered or taken in strays here and there, but it was now blindingly clear that this is where my heart is.  I had a semester left of college, which I knew I had to finish, but it was clear that this was the only “career” I had any interest in.  Being flat broke and possessing nothing more than rain boots was all I needed to fulfill my purpose in life.  Fast forward to today and admittedly the drama of my drive home has worn off some, but my heart still beats to a slightly different drum, and I still view many things I previously thought were oh-so necessary as frivolous.

Home Sweet Home

Home, Sweet Home for the week.

I had only seen clips of the show prior to my trip (and honestly I still have yet to see more than 10 minutes here or there) so I didn’t really know who anyone was, aside from knowing Tia called the shots.  There were two momma dogs with litters of very young puppies and we were asked who wanted to step up to be on “puppy duty”.  I assumed everyone would fight for this job but no one seemed particularly excited about it.  Desperate to show I was worthy of being there, I tried to maintain my composure when I said I would do it (it was puppies people, putting a lid on my excitement was not easy!)  The previous “puppy duty” volunteer was getting ready to leave and showed us everything that needed to be done.  Aaaand now I realized why people weren’t fighting for the job.  Those things were food devouring poop machines!


And then I met her: brown momma dog.  I instantly fell hard and fast for her.  While visitors came to “oooo” and “awww” over the puppies, she was the only dog I had eyes for.  She was a plain little brown thing.  No discernible markings, no discernible breed.  Just a plain brown mutt, and it was love.  When there was down time, which wasn’t often, I would go sit in her kennel with her.  And by sit with her, I mean she would do her best to climb into my lap so every possible inch of her was touching me.  I would murmur in her ear, telling her what a good girl she was, that she was the best mom ever, and that she was safe now.  She was the biggest reason I wanted to turn my car around and come back, forever.

Momma Dog

Pardon the poor quality, all I had with me was a crappy old phone!

The days were long and the work was manual.  I loved it.  I’m not a particularly large person (I claim to be 5’2″ but I don’t think I’m even that) so of course I felt that I had to prove myself.  I was partnered up with a guy named Ben and I was damned if I let him work faster than me.  As we worked through cleaning our section of kennels he would tell me what he knew about the dogs and their lives before Villalobos.  Initially all I could think about was how terribly depressing it was for these dogs to live in a loud warehouse, in a kennel, with minimal exercise and interaction.  There just isn’t time in the day to sit and play with each dog, unless maybe you are a zombie that requires absolutely no sleep.  Intuitively I knew that crying in front of these dogs was a selfish thing to do.  It’s been said many times before, but they don’t need our tears, they need our strength.  Holding it in all week is probably what lead to my torrent of tears on the drive home though.  But like I was saying, Ben helped me realize just how much happier they were in this setting.  They weren’t being beaten, living on chains, forced to fight, scrounging for food, or roaming the streets looking for shelter from storms, or, like my favorite brown momma dog, a safe place to have their babies.  They were safe.  And they were loved.

There is so much more I could say or describe about this experience but the main things I took away from it were: a deep appreciation and respect for the guys (and girls!) that work there.  They are quite possibly the most compassionate people I have ever met.  Tia knew everything about every single dog there.  It was amazing.  Not to mention the other volunteers that week were seriously so cool, and I still keep in touch with some of them!  I took away a burning desire to keep at this rescue from now til forever.  I learned first hand just how amazingly resilient dogs are.  I mean, I had always known that to some extent, but seeing these happy, grinning faces, despite their varying backgrounds was truly amazing.  I realized how little I need to truly be happy.  A new purse can never, ever make me feel the way I felt while running through the yard with a dog that was just thankful to be out of his kennel.  And I learned that sometimes a plain brown momma mutt is truly the coolest dog of all.

I can’t even begin to imagine what the #367 experience will be like compared to my time at Villalobos.  I’m guessing it will be even more intense.  These are all dogs from a fighting ring.  I’m already repeating the mantra “They need my strength, not my tears” in preparation for the week.  If my time at Villalobos taught me anything though, it’s that I’ll be giving their past much more thought than they will.  I’m quite sure they will just be happy for the safety, regular meals, and especially love, that they are already receiving.  Check back in a couple of days for my second piece of super exciting news!

29 thoughts on “Villalobos and #367rescue: Changing Lives

    • I am looking forward to visiting Villalobos in March. It will only be a day, but I’m ready! And I can’t even imagine the new experience you about to have. Can’t wait to hear about it!

    • Haha, I promise as many photos as I am allowed! It’s still under investigation so we are under a gag order and I have to be really careful about what I say or share pictures of!

  1. I’ve been obsessed with Handsome Dan’s Rescue and Tillie, too! I am so happy for you. Can’t wait to see pictures and here about this new experience. I wish I could be there cooking organic vegan food for you all. AND cleaning up poop. There is something very spiritual about cleaning up poop.

    • Tillie, oh my gosh, I just love her! Um yea, how do I get you to cook for us? I always need new vegan/vegetarian ideas! You are probably the only person I would opening discuss my love of poop-scooping with. It really is more of a delight than a chore 🙂

  2. I truly love your dedication and love for helping animals in need. the world truly needs more people with your dedication. Thank you for all that you do to make a difference, one dog at a time.

      • Aw, thank you! The event is in May, but we start collecting for it (when we get the paperwork) around the end of Feb / beginning of March. I will send you the links over when I get the info and set everything up! You are so nice to help us spread the word. If it was not for this wonderful group, we would never have found our Nikita and Bella. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t hug them and tell them how happy I am that we found them and gave them a good home. I ask them too “are you happy in your home?” and I always get a lick and a tag wag = priceless.

  3. I had to blink back tears just READING about your experience there. Good for you that you’re able to go. I haven’t heard about this particular group of rescue dogs (from fighting). I’ll look them up. Sounds like another life changing experience is ahead of you, Morgan!

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    • Hi there! Gosh, I guess I do need to write about this, don’t I? Unfortunately because the case is still on going I can’t really give out too many details but all in all you should be prepared for a pretty cool experience. Most of the dogs thrive with the consistent routine, regular meals, etc. For me, I struggled with the limited interactions we were able to have with them. Most of the dogs get walked but its only for a few minutes a day. There simply isn’t enough time in the day/volunteers to do much more than that. It’s more than some dogs get in shelters, but I really felt that giving them even more human interaction would have benefited them so much. Again, it was an overall positive experience though. And since you already mentioned the city that its in, I can tell you that you MUST go eat at Taco Lu one night. I actually live in Jacksonville so speaking from personal experience it’s the best food in town!


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