Attend readings

Barb will present two upcoming readings on Whidbey Island. Please come!

Sunday, April 27, 2014, 1 p.m. at the WAIF Thrift Store on Midway Blvd. in Oak Harbor. All ages are invited. Books are available for sale. All profits go to WAIF.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014, 6:30 p.m. at the Community Hall in Clinton (South Whidbey). Barb will read from Running Free. Books are available for sale. WAIF Executive Director, Charlie Vreeland, will also speak and answer questions about the animal organization and its progress in building a new shelter.


New WAIF Animal Shelter Building

Here’s a photo of the new WAIF annex building. It will eventually become an education/community events facility. For now, it houses the offices of WAIF’s executive director, volunteer coordinator, capital campaign director and development coordinator.

WAIF shelter2Since WAIF gets the financial commitment of its donors first and then proceeds to build (no loans, no interest paid), kennels will begin to be built later this year. But the land (9.8 acres) has been cleared and fenced and the dog-walking trails established. 56% of our fund-raising goal has been raised to date. Hooray!



From Jan: OMG!!!

Dear Barb – I just finished listening to your reading and I’m flat out amazed at what you did with Piki!I just had to let you know how moved I was by your reading.

You are truly a ‘Dog Whisperer’! But I was also afraid for your safety and wish you had called on someone, some strong person, to be holding on to the other end of a rope tied to you while you went over the cliff. I know how loose the footings are in that unforgiving sandy area since I had to, years ago, call 911 when a little girlfriend of Jessica’s slipped over. I especially loved watching the video of Piki running the beach – that’s one happy puppy, as well as saving his life initially, THANKS TO YOU!!


Escape from the humane trap

Eleven years ago on the last Sunday night in September, Pikachu, a eight-month-old mixed-breed throwaway dog, backed out of a humane trap just as the door was sliding shut on him. Frightened by the sound of the squeaky metal door, he bolted away into the forests of central Whidbey Island. Already afraid of men, Piki now became suspicious of any large boxy object, in addition to distrusting offerings of food and water that could possibly be used as  bait. The winter rains were beginning. Already at large for two months, Piki had been fed regularly by a neighbor in the humane trap that I had provided once we determined his location. Now this hungry “teen ager” was on his own again.