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A policeman found this dog and was on his way to take him to the pound when he seen my sister in law and ask her to take him in and she took him home and ask me to take him since she has 5 dogs of her own. Mac is a wonderful dog. My other 5 cocker spaniels took him right in and they get a long great. I find myself rescueing dogs all the time and finding homes for them. I just could not give him up. He is such a part of our family and the biggest baby of all. I wish I could thank the officer who didnt want to take him to the pound. I did find the dogs owner after putting up signs and pictures, I really thought they would want him back. But he said he let him loose in hopes that he would run away. Don't know why because he is a GREAT FAMILY MEMBER....SHAME ON THE OLD OWNER.
Lizzie was abandoned in the yard of an empty home across the street from mine. The new owners had yet to move in and one day I heard a dog barking across the street. Since none of the neighbors had a dog, I went to investigate and there was Lizzie.
She was about 6 mos. old and all wiggles, but too timid to let me pet her. I checked out the yard and to my dismay found no evidence of food or water;not a bowl in site. I started feeding and talking to her and after a few days, she crawled up into my lap, laid her head against my chest, and heaved a contented sigh. Love.
Since I have 2 elderly dogs and my cat was dying, I didn't think bringing a new pet in was the best idea. My mission became finding her a good home. She was adopted but after 2 weeks, the owner decided a puppy was more than she could handle.
I couldn't bear for her to be unsettled yet again, so I brought her home. The "golden girls" adjusted and let her join the pack.
Lizzie earned a special place in my heart by alerting me to an intruder the night before Thanksgiving!! I was alone, it was the middle of the night, and she was at the door, barking furiously. What a guard dog!!
With her amazing vertical leap and speed,Lizzie keeps the birds and squirrels in line.
I have rescued several dogs and cats over the years and have yet to find one that didn't make a wonderful addition to our family or someone else's.
Our funny,smart,loving "Leaping Lizzie" is certainly a beloved addition to ours.
I am a dog person. Always have been. Yet, I was drawn to the cat adopption room in PetSmart in the summer of '05.
It was there I met am orange tom named Char. He had been a stray, rescued from a burning house 5 months earlier. He was still covered in bare scars, his ears half burned off, some of the scars still open wounds. The paper on his cage told his story, and how he was ready for a new home, but no one wanted to adopt Char because he wasn't beautiful. As I read, the tears flowed down my cheeks, and then I felt a raspy tongue upon my fingers. Char was licking me. I was a goner...Char came home with me that day.
Renamed Charlie, he blossomed. No longer 'ugly', his coat came in thick and long, hiding most of his scars. He loves my dogs, wrestles and plays with them, and acts more like a dog than a cat. He follows me everywhere and comes when called. He purrs me to sleep at night. I have never regreted giving Charlie a home, and I truly believe he is grateful...after all, he lived through hell in that burning house. He knows he has come home.
I adopted Lillo from a rescue couple in Brooklyn, NY. He was found in a construction site at two days old! I adopted him at two months old. He was so tiny but grew up into a big boy-fifteen pounds! He wakes me up every morning by jumping on me and purring loudly in my ear until I get up to feed him. His favorite toy is a long bootlace on a string attached to a "wand" that has a little bell and fringes on the end. He jumps and flips crazily trying to catch it. I don't know what I'd do without my big huge fur-ball of love!
I volunteer with a small dog rescue group and little six-pound Rocket was surrendered from a puppy mill when he was only a year. He has a small physical flaw that made him undesirable for breeding. He was adopted, then abandoned again. About the same time I lost my two adoptees to old age, within four months of each other. Now it's Rocket and I, together forever. I work away from home for months at a time and Rocket travels with me everywhere. He's quite the attention-getter in the airports. When we're home he likes to watch me do yardwork, from his side of the fence.
Our son was at work when he heard horns blowing and tires squealing outside. When he went to investigate, he found a brindle colored puppy running in the street. He brought her home and, of course, wanted to keep her. I did some research and felt she was probably a Plott Hound (or mix). She was very loving and we quickly fell in love with her. We already had five rescued dogs, including one of our son's previous "finds" and with much discussion, sadly decided we couldn't keep another. So we had her spayed, got her shots and tried to find her a home on our own. After several weeks, I found a couple that wanted her and we agreed to let them have her. They came that night to get her and before I knew it, she was gone.
After a month, I found I still missed her and was going to call the couple to see how she was doing when I got a call from Animal Control. It seems they had picked up "my" dog running loose. The "loving" couple had gotten tired of her when she chewed one of their chairs so they just threw her outside. I later found that they both worked and the dog was left alone for 7-8 hours a day. It made us realize how important the screening process used by reputable shelters is for both potential owners and the pet.
Well, we had quite a reunion at Animal Control and I gladly paid the $15 fine. I'm happy to report that Ginger's been part of our "pack" for over a year now and we all love her very much. She's become particularly attached to me and, don't tell the other dogs, but she's also my favorite.
My husband worked as a police officer and received a phone call from a woman who's neighbor was punching a dog in the face. Brad brought her home and to say the least she was wild. She would run down the road for about a half mile--thank goodness we live in the country; and would bark most of the night. She tore up everything left out and would pee on the floor as soon as she came in from outside. Everyone said to just take her to the pound, but of course, we did not. After about a month, she began to settle down and really trust us. Her nickname is Hopper--because everywhere she goes, she bounces. She loves to play in the pasture and the pond. Her favorite place is the "box" which is our term for McDonald's--where she gets a plain chicken sandwich when it's her turn to go to town. She now has 5 dog siblings, 9 cat siblings and a horse. There is not a day that passes that she doesn't smile at us. Every animal deserves a chance to show love and be loved.
Beezel's history is one of abuse. Some people don't know how to properly care for ferrets and the ferrets suffer for it. Beezel is one of many.
Beezel was kept in a terrilby small cage (hamster size) and fed and watered only when his owners thought about it. Beezel would bite because he was starving, frustrated from not being able to be physically active, and from being cramped in the tiny cage so the people didn't want to stick their hands in to refill food and water. Biting resulted in physical abuse.
A friend in CO heard about Beezel and that he was going to be euthanized if a home couldn't be found. She knows I work with difficult ferret cases and asked if I would take him. I said yes and Beezel's journey began. He stayed with my friend for a month before his move to Kansas.
It's been almost a year now and Beezel gets nippy when he is stressed or upset, but that's because he's had a cruel and damaging past. Beezel's cage is large with 2 full levels and 2 ledges, filled with clean comfy hammocks and bedding, toys, several dishes of fresh food and water, a large litter box, and his 2 favorite ferret friends.
Beezel doesn't get along with some of the other ferrets, so I've divided the house for separate out-of cage areas to keep everyone safe and allow them plenty of time and room to exercise and play. Beezel sometimes plays but not as much as the other ferrets his age. I hope that one day Beezel's cruel past will be gone from his memory and be replaced with gentle loving memories of how his life is now.
I found Jezebel at a Montgomery Co., TX shelter. I had gone there to look at a Russian Blue that I'd seen online, as a playmate for my older kitty.
Jezebel was there too and was so STARVED for attention, she was meowing loudly from her cage. She would also try to grab everyone that walked near her cage which ended up leaving bloody scratches on most people, including me. Everyone backed away thinking she was mean. But I knew better. So, she came home with me. She has been the sweetest, most loving cat I've ever met. There is no person or cat that she doesn't like. When I'm at my computer, her 13 lb "rotundness" jumps up and sits on my lap. If I don't stop and pay attention right away, she'll "fall over" and lean against me. Then, she'll peer up at me with those giant gold eyes and meow. Melts my heart everytime. She had me at meow.
This wonderfully trained female on the left was found and brought into the shelter. She was fostered by a great mom in Santa Fe before being brought to Albuquerque for an adoption event. I couldn't resist those eyes and her gentle sweetness. She is the best behaved dog ever and loves more than imagineable. She was my first dog and pitt because before her I believed all those stereotypical rumors about pitts. Not anymore. It all depends on how they are treated not the breed. I am glad to have her in my family forever.