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November 22nd,2013. My aunt, her bf, my cousin, and I were in the car riding down the road. We drove by a brown tote/box looking thing we didn't see anything. So then the second time we drove by my cousin yelled "There's puppies!!* She then proceeds to jump out of the car (while still in slow motion). Her and my aunt jumped out grabbed the puppies( Jelli and her brother). When they got back in the car her brother was frozen stiff! So a few hours by a heater he came to ! But once we picked up the puppies we went to town and Jelli just didn't want to move off of me! So when we got to town I asked some people if I could have some water, well Jelli didn't know what water was. So I showed her I put some on my finger and she licked it off well I did that for a bit. Well by the time we had gotten home I had already fell in love with her ! So I took her to my fiance and laid Jelli down beside him ! She snuggled real close and kicked him out of his jacket just to snuggle in it ! So we ended up keeping her she is now and inside dog that just won't stop growing !! But we love her !!
December 31st,2013. We were looking into rescuing a puppy from the shelter, but we ended up saving Butch Casper! This woman who was like 7-8 months pregnant asked if I could take a puppy said I know its not what you planned but I can't afford him and I am pregnant and you look like you would take care of him ! So January 15th(ish),2014 we drove to get him! When we got him he was scared and looked like he had been in a fight ! Well, they had told me that his brother was beating up on him and everything. So now we have to lovely dogs !
That is how we got Butch Casper &Jelli Mae Land!
My Mother died in 2008 and at that time I had been asking to add a Doberman to our family for well over a year. My husband agreed finally saying a dog would probably help with my grief. We contacted Illinois Doberman Rescue and the kids and I went to an adoptathon to see available dogs. There were probably 35 dogs there that day, ranging from different breeds. The last dog we saw was Jace and the handler took us outside to show us his 10 month old ability to do simple commands. We were smitten and asked to adopt him. He was 10 months old and had been in two homes already and given up on. He was a wild one (his command ability we saw on adoption day disappeared quickly) and we had to send him to obedience training immediately. He responded well! He just turned six and we have went from "what have we done" days to "It's all about Jace" days. Everything we do, we consider him in on it.
This is Roxie (left) and her big brother Angus (right). Angus was getting lonely while my husband and I were at work, so one day I put an add on Craig's list looking for a female English Mastiff, at least 60 lbs in weight. Within two hours, a lady emailed me. She had this mastiff, a year and half old, that she had bought for her husband, and 2 months later, the husband left leaving her with the house, two kids, and a huge dog that she couldn't care for. I agreed to take Roxie for a week on a trial basis to see how she and Angus would get along. When she arrived at our house, she was severely malnourished, covered in ticks and fleas, and we quickly found out that she had not had any obedience training at all. I took her to our vet to have her checked out and found out that she was also riddled with worms due to her poor diet. The first weekend we had her, we spent over $500 at the vet and groomer to get her cleaned up and able to come into our house to play with Angus. She was such a behavioural nightmare, I didn't want to keep her, but I refused to give her back to the people who had put her in such a state! For the first 6 months we had her, she had to be crated when we weren't home and we had to do extensive training with her to teach her proper behaviors. After getting her healthy, we found out she was not an English Mastiff at all, but now, 3 years later, she weighs 120 lbs and is the sweetest dog either myself or my husband have ever known. She hasn't been inside a crate in over 2 1/2 years, she is a great companion for Angus, who is now 10 years old, and we could not imagine life without her.
I am an animal lover, and already had 4 cats and two dogs in our empty-nested family. However, 2 1/2 years after our 14 year-old Scottie, Rupert, passed away I felt drawn to adopt. Looking around the Animal Rescue Site I thought I found a senior pit bull to bring home, but the foster parents decided to keep him - however, they told me about another dog being fostered. That brought me to meet a wonderful, beautiful dog they had called Ulysses. He had been pulled from a high-kill animal control in another county one hour before being destroyed and desperately needed a home so the fosters could help another dog. Well, we met and I fell in love, and even though my husband complained, he fell in love with him too and immediately named him Murphy. After several people asked us what he was, we had a DNA test run and found out he is a Boxer-AmStaff Mix. Murphy is a big galoot, has a beautiful brindle coat, LOVES to run around the house to show off a new toy before destroying it, plays ball and tug, loves our grandchildren; is a lapdog and is very smart and well-behaved after some training for his humans and him since I'd never had a bully breed before and wanted to be the best 'pit mama' I could be. We've had him almost a year now. His place in our family is forever. Please rescue a pet - Murphy is the best dog I've ever had! Pit Bulls/Mixes are awesome!
This is my feral TNS kitty (Trapped, Neutered, Spayed).
Her owner was a little concerned about whether I would keep this cat. Because she hid under the bed and squished in places that no one could find her.
I knew all along, I could work with the cat, with much patience and especially LOVE.
And, guess what, kitty stepped out and is now very much a part of our family and a joy and delight as always.
Several years ago I found myself falling on hard times. I had to rehome two of my three cats. One of them Elmo I had gotten as a kitten when my son was a year old. It broke my heart to have to give any of them away, but Elmo went to an elderly woman who was very lonely and she was so happy to have company. So I figured they would spend their golden years together. In the meantime my life would suffer even greater loss when my mother was diagnosed with leukemia. She went into remission once, but it came back, and we soon found ourselves leaving our local hospice house one last time. And I found myself living in my moms house with my son, one of my cats and our dogs.
One day I randomly got on the pet adoption site that I had used to find my cats their homes and was just looking when I saw her. Elmo was in foster care! Her owner had fallen and couldn't care for her anymore. So she was looking for a home. I called immediately and spoke to the fabulous woman who helped me rehome them and amazingly she was still available. So I went for a visit. Not only did this wonderful couple have my Elmo, but they had also volunteered at the hospice house my mom was at, and had visited with her while she was still able too! They asked if they could have one more night with Elmo, and I was okay with that as they had done so much. I went back the next day and brought her home. I know my mother made me get on that website that day! She tried to help fill some of the void in my heart. Elmo is still going strong at the age of 17! I guess it goes to show that you never know how things will work out.
We had a dog before the kids, and although never unfriendly, refused to respond to them. So I found a dog (Rocky - Staffies/Jack cross) needing re-homing for my son - one of those kids who really needed a dog. My old girl (Poppy) died at 18, and my son volunteered at the local dog shelter - 'Mum I love this dog' 'No, no more'. School project meant photos, so I went along to the shelter with my camera. This gorgeous leggy creature rolled on his back and demanded attention - so soft, abandoned in a local town as unchipped and unclaimed, ready for destroying by the dog warden. I went home and pleaded with my husband. Now Scrappy joined our team - chews lots, eats (and steals) lots. We have two lovely boys - both rescued, and they have my heart.
One day, out of the blue, I started thinking about getting a dog. One photo and description just stood out on the shelter sites. Bella was an 8 year old chihuahua who was partially blind and deaf. And she was adorable. I couldn't help wondering if she would be adoptable; if I didn't take her who would? I decided to meet her.
I met her at her foster mother Peggy's house. She was so little -- 5 pounds - and so quiet. I wasn't sure I was ready but something told me to do just do it and I took her home. Well, there was never a moment I regretted that decision. Every morning and evening we took long walks (long in time, not distance as she was a slow walker!) and we cuddled on the couch. She loved being outside. Sometimes I would just take her to the park and take off her leash and let her trot around. She seemed so free and without having to worry about curbs or other barriers, her sight wasn't an issue. She rarely barked and was always so loving. And she was spunky. And the jig she did when I rubbed her bum always made me laugh! Everyone in my family fell in love with her, especially my dad.
Bella had a lot of health issues and I really thought we were managing them. But she was only with me for a little over a year when she died from kidney failure. I miss her terribly and so does my family. Even typing this I'm tearing up remembering her. Bella we love and miss you so much. And, thank you.
A year before I married my now Husband Stanley we decided to adopt a dog, he had lost his old girl a few months earlier, so he was ready. We went to the Animal Welfare, Me, My husband and his Dad. We all walked around on our own and met up, funny we agreed on the same dog, 2 years old skinny 33lbs Shepard mix. We asked to see her in a visitation room, they brought us there and we waiting for her. The nice guy brought her in, her tail between her legs and she was shaking. I sat on the bench, while the men waited by the door. That skinny, scared girl walked over to me, put her paw on my leg and laid her head on her paw. I knew she was coming home with me that day. When I looked up, My husband and his Dad had this look and the guy who brought her in got on the phone. About a minute later there were several others that worked there that came to see, so I asked why? They guy told me she has not come to anyone in the 2 months she was there, she was always scared, peed on the floor, they would have to carry her. I told him not any more I want to take her home. We did she was the best Fur Baby and put on weight to 92 lbs. We had her till she was 16 years old , I miss her everyday. Because of her wonderful nature, we were able to foster other dogs and cats. We have since gone back and adopting other dogs. I will always adopt an animal!
A few years ago my kitty, Nya, passed away. She was only 4 years old at the time and it was all of a sudden. It hit me pretty hard because, as any animal lover will tell you, it's like losing a family member. A month before Nya passed, a stray cat began to hang around my apartment. He was the most pitiful little thing, skin and bones really and barely a year old. A woman lived behind my apartment complex and she owned a dozen cats (all of which were not spayed) and I believe my little guy came from those. Anyway, my Nya was a sweetheart but she also was a diva and would only eat beef flavored chunky ca food in gravy so needless to say I had tons of other types of cat foods that I had tried her on but did meet the little queen's standards. I had plenty of food for my little stray. He looks like the Russian Blue from the movie "Pet Cemetery" (I'm a big Stephen King fan) so I named him Church.
At first, Church would run whenever I came outside. There was a bush right beside my apartment that he would hide in so I would have to put his food there. One day, however (about a week before my baby passed), he came up to me and rubbed against my leg. From then on, whenever I came outside, he would come up for within touching distance and meow at me. After Nya passed, it was like Church sensed my sadness. He began to let me pet him. Eventually, this wild, stray became a completely indoor house kitty. Now I have my Church, who I will forever believe that God sent my way as He knew that my Nya would have to leave me soon. I've since rescued another cat, Nia, from the humane society and I must say that those two are my babies.
Church is now a 22 lb, happy, healthy cat!