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My fiancé, Mickey, had recently lost his dog after developing crippling seizures over a course of a couple of months. He was just heartbroken. So we decided to go to our local humane society after work and walk dogs to help ease his pain. Every day, he would immediately go straight to Grayci’s kennel and walk her first. She was a shy, quiet hound/shepherd mix and Mickey was in love. We visited for almost a month, and we couldn’t believe such a wonderful dog wasn’t getting adopted. She was polite, friendly, beautiful, and good on a leash. Who wouldn’t want her? She was perfect. After a while, Grayci is all me and Mickey talked about, so we took the plunge and filled out the adoption application. They had to keep her for a few days to get her spayed and recover from that.
The day Mickey picked up Grayci; he said she knew she was going home with us. She was 2 years old and looked like she previously had puppies. She has been the best dog you could ever ask for. Everybody who visits us absolutely falls in love with her. We love her more than anything. She loves her house, but really loves her yard. She will walk around the fence when she goes out to make sure everything is okay.
We have had her a little over a year now. We have started fostering dogs for a local rescue, and she is a great big sister. She teaches the foster dogs to go potty outside and to have good manners at dinnertime. We currently have a little puppy, and she is so patient with the crazy puppy and lets her jump all over her. We couldn’t have asked for a better dog if we would’ve paid a million dollars for her.
Adopt, don’t shop. There are wonderful dogs sitting in shelters everywhere.
This little pup crossed my path twice in one day. My neighbor, who found her the first time, asked me if I recognized her, which I had never seen her in our neighborhood. The neighbor took her door to door to find her owner. A man took her but, apparently was not his and did not want her and let her go and wonder off.
My landlord later on that afternoon texted me a pic and asked if I recognized her. They stopped cars on the main street to rescue her a second time. I told them the story of my earlier encounter and they put her in my back yard. I told them I would take her to my vet to check for a chip, which I did and none was found. I told the pup I did not want her but would not let her go to the shelter and would try to find her a loving home. So, guess she understood cause she did not bond with me. Long story short...her name is Cotton! I finally decided it had been too long without a dog since I lost my pug to cancer in '04. I told her I loved her and she was HOME!! Don't think she believed me for a while cause it took a month for her to bond with me. Now, my little girl is happy to see me every time I walk through the door.
Some friends of mine were walking their dogs one cold November night when Musso came bounding out of the woods wanting to play with their dogs. He was skinny, had no collar (or microchip), and had obviously gotten on the wrong side of a cat or two, but my friends didn't have the heart to leave him out in the cold knowing it would be below freezing that night. However, with their 3 dogs in a 2-bedroom apartment, they also didn't have the space to keep him, and because he was a bully breed mix (Staffie/Lab as best we can tell), if they surrendered him to animal control, he would have been euthanized. So they posted a pic of him on Facebook, and the second I saw him, something was pulling me to him. I met up with my friends at their house to see if Musso was a good fit, and he immediately wiggled his way into my lap (or as much of him as would fit) and I was in love.
Musso was an amazing dog - friendly but protective, affectionate and playful, and absolutely beautiful. He could always tell when you didn't feel well or were sad, and would plop down next to you and lay his big head in your lap to comfort you. He was the best friend I will ever have. Sadly, Musso died this past October, but his paw prints will forever be on my heart! What's more, his unconditional love and affection towards anyone he met has made me a champion of the widely misunderstood bully breeds who have a bad reputation largely because of irresponsible owners.
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.