A few people have asked for pictures of some of the animals I mentioned in
an interview I did recently on NPR, about my time living at Clean Slate Animal Rescue, an animal rescue that I founded with a man who was later arrested for animal hoarding. The video clip I have included here is of the Kentucky elementary school where Dave and I set up Clean Slate after moving from Oregon. In this clip, my former partner's eighty-five year old father, Pop, is bringing in Annie the goat for milking. While I was there, we had fourteen goats - three of whom gave milk, which we used to supplement the cat and dog food. Pop was our resident milker, having grown up on a farm. The goats would volley for the best position to get in first, as it meant they would get the first shot at the grain they loved.
Here are a couple of photos, of happier times at the rescue.
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This is Donna, a dog whose tragic death was the catalyst for my departure from Clean Slate. She was a funny, quirky little spitfire who was always giving the others hell when she didn't like what they were up to, but I love this photo that Dave took of her, because it captures her in one of those rare moments when she was completely relaxed.
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The farm gang back in Oregon, in the fall of 2006. This was during our glory days - the house was orderly, the animals were well fed and in good condition, and Dave, Pop, and I were all in good cheer, working together to keep things running smoothly.
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Me in one of the fenced areas out behind the school, with a few of the resident dogs. The area shown was one of three fenced runs outside, and was usually filled with goats and farm animals. When giving the grass a break from hungry mouths, we would release the farm animals in the front yard and let the dogs lounge in the back.
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The Kentucky school where Dave and I lived, with Festus the Donkey out front.
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