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My son found a beautiful German Shepherd dog wandering the streets, dragging a dirty leash. He was thin and had the look of a wanderer! He brought it home for food and water, and began the task of finding his owner or new family. We took his picture to post fliers, and also put an ad on a site for lost and found animals.
I went to a pet store to get him some good, nutritious food, and they asked if I had had him scanned for a chip. I had never even thought about it. I asked how, and they said "it is free, just bring him to any pet store or vet, we take a 'wand' and go over him."
We immediately brought him back. The first scan showed nothing. Then down the leg- YES, there it was, (they sometimes shift from the neck area). The owner was called and said he had given up looking 6 months ago! It was a tearful, wonderful reunion- even for us to witness!!! But I want to emphasize that neither me, nor my many friends that have found so many strays, don't know about/ nor have thought of scanning them, and that message needs to get out. It is at least a 50 % chance for success!
My daughter found him trotting down her street. How he could appear so happy without a home or food was the question. After no one claimed him, she brought him to my house as I offered to find him a home (I already had 4 dogs). He immediately ran to my husband, snuggled down next to him, .......and it was love at first site. Mikey is now a welcome addition to our "pack."
We had seen General's photo on the Berks County Humane Society website. When we went in to see the dogs, we'd talk to them trying to get them to walk around in their cages. General was curled in a ball and when we talked to him, he growled at us and my hubby said, "let's keep looking". We mentioned this to the attendant who was surprised. She said he was a very sweet dog. She brought him into the visiting room and we got to spend a bit of time with him and were so pleased with his response that we completed the paperwork that night to adopt him and take him home. He has brought us lots of love and laughter and we're so glad he's ours!
Neither my wife or me were really interested in pets at this time. After our last cat passed away a few years ago, we decided to leave our options open for awhile. A coworker told my wife about people who abandoned two cats. They had 3 dogs and 2 cats. When they moved, they took the dogs and left the cats on the street. We weren't ready, but when we went to see the cats (on the street) they were so lovable and friendly. They've been a great addition to our empty nest and provide us with plenty of entertainment! (Okay, the picture is photoshopped, but they still have the Blues Brother's personalities!) I can't believe anyone would leave these guys homeless. They're loveable, well behaved, and just a joy to have. Their loss, our gain!
Our beautiful doe-eyed, fawn colored doggy is a Lab-Whippet mix.
She is the friendliest, most well behaved dog a family could ask for... but the cats aren't convinced! Poor Dori just wants to be friends, but the cats will have none of it.
Someone let our good girl get away, because she was picked up as a stray by our local shelter. Lucky for us!!
Dori is a lot like a greyhound, in that she is a 50 mph couch potato. She sits with me on the couch and watches TV at night, but when we get to the dog park she loves to race around with the other dogs!
I'm so happy that Dori is part of our family.
When I found Zack, aka Prince Zachary, he was a 2 month old kitten, much larger than the other kittens at the day-care center. The center was owned by people with a farm who'd had litters of kittens and come to find out he was the only one left of one of the original litters and we simply could not pass up the opportunity to rescue this gorgeous gray and tan boy from a life of hay and mice (which was lucky because he's a terrible mouser!). He's never been a playful kitty and we wondered why!
He's apparently a bit of an inspiration to even the street-hardened tom's that frequented our condo community! They would come to our enclosed patio and sit and "talk" for hours to our resident "sage" through the screen door of our patio and they would also line up at the front screen door as well. We thought this was perhaps just an instance where the local cats were curious.
Upon relocation to my parents house during my husbands recooperation from hospitalization - we quickly came to realize that our experience at our condo was not an isolated instance! Before long, our Zach had feline visitors lined up on all the window sills coming to "talk" with him!! It's the most amazing thing I've ever witnessed and I've had cats my whole life. Every morning, he would sit on the inside window sill and dispatch his "advice" to a long line of seekers - for what seemed like hours! My husband has turned to calling him our Zen Zackie!! And to think this was our former barn-cat!
Rozie came to me from a rescue group. She was about 5 years old, hadn't been spayed and had double hernias. Her teeth were worn down from biting on metal, as my vet reported. It is surmised she was let go or escaped from a breeder. She didn't trust people at all and would bite if anyone came near her. After about four months in foster care I took her in. She spent two days under my deck and the next two weeks under my dresser in the bedroom. It took her more than two years to feel comfortable enough to come on our daily walks with her 'brothers'. Now she is part of the pack... although she does try to boss around the alpha dog from time to time! As my vet said "when you bring a female dog into a two male dog household - the bitch takes over!"
I've been a volunteer at the San Diego County animal shelter for years, and often have to resist the urge to adopt every cat that I meet there. One day a few years back I saw the most amazing adult tortie-point Himalayan in the cattery...she was so beautiful, I knew for sure she'd be adopted right away. Then one week passed, and she was still there. Two weeks passed, she was still there. After nearly three weeks, I knew she was meant to come home with us.
We named her "Frankie" because of her spunky personality and crystal blue eyes. She & our 12 year old tabby Huey never became best friends, but they learned to tolerate each other like peaceful room-mates. When Huey lost his long battle with lymphoma, Frankie filled our home & hearts in a way I never dreamed possible. In the years since, she continues to surprise us with new & hilarious antics. She's a mobile pile of fur, and I can't imagine life without her.
Rozie came to me from a rescue group. She was about 5 years old, hadn't been spayed and had double hernias. Her teeth were worn down from biting on metal, as my vet reported. It is surmised she was let go or escaped from a breeder. She didn't trust people at all and would bite if anyone came near her. After about four months in foster care I took her in. She spent two days under my deck and the next two weeks under my dresser in the bedroom. It took her more than two years to feel comfortable enough to come on our daily walks with her 'brothers'. Now she is part of the pack... although she does try to boss around the alpha dog from time to time! As my vet said "when you bring a female dog into a two male dog household - the bitch takes over!" To top that all off - we discovered a year after her spay surgery the vet who performed the spay had somehow used the wrong stitches internally and those non-dissolvable stitches were tearing her up inside. She underwent exploratory surgery to remove the stitches and my vet handed me a bottle full of the stitches that were removed. Rozie has not bitten anyone since!
this is Tiria. i was looking for a sausage dog i can addopt to befriend my Jack Russle, Zeegh, and luckily my mom heard about a small little sausage dog waiting to be given a home, sitting at the vet of our neighbouring town.
The cage she was kept in was small and cramped, and apparently no-one has claimed her for a month. She was puny, with her ribs and backbone sticking out. When my mom called me about her, i just decided, thats it, i'll take her. The vet was kind enough to do her spaying for free, just as long as she goes to a good home. My mom said she jumping in her cage from the time she saw my mom, until they took her home.
Today only 2 months later, i believe she is a different dog. No more bones sticking out, shiny coat, bubbly attitude. She jumps almost 1 metre high when she is excited or when she can smell a treat coming her way, and i think she has Jack Russle blood in her. She loves people, she loves her friend Zeegh and all the other animals at my parents house.
It makes me so happy to know i could give just one lost soul a home.