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It was Halloween night in 1995, and a steady stream of ghouls was coming to our door. Then, one group came with a little beagle mix in their arms, asking, "Is this your dog?" The dog was trembling, and her eyes were huge, sad and scared. I said "No, but we'll take her in for the night." We were well aware of what can happen to lost pets on Halloween. So she came in and immediately became a loving lapdog. Our collie, also a rescue, had been kind of sad since we'd found her earlier in the year, and suddenly, when that little dog came along, the collie perked up as if to say, "Look! They got me a puppy!" Needless to say, we fell for the little thing, and our son named her "Pup." Not the most original, but it fit -- short and to the point. She has been guarding our yard and air space ever since. We've had her nearly 15 years, and she's a little cranky and in the throes of some "dog-heimer's," but her loyalty and love are still unequalled!
Our Mr. Buddy passed to natural causes almost a year ago. It was devastating to my son and husband. After giving birth to my daughter; I knew our family was missing someone. My son was down at our family farm and saw the puppies and we discussed our beloved Mr. Buddy passing and how Kevin felt he was ready to adopt a puppy.
We ended up rescuing a black lab mix of some sort that was to be dumped into the woods because the owner couldn't care for him. He is now half a year old and we are told he won't get to be over 25 lbs, perfect for the flat we are renting.
Denver Snugglesworth Chuck Norris Neuman is the perfect pup for our family, able to keep up with both kids..
Thank Goodness for the woman who held him for us so that we were able to have Denver. We are forever grateful for him and you!
Somebody dumped a loving, pregnant cat in our neighborhood, and I found her up a tree with my dogs desperately trying to get at her. I took her to a neighbor's house, where she gave birth to seven kittens the next day. All but one died or had to be euthanized due to birth deformities. This is Bengal, the beautiful and healthy sole survivor, on the day she was born. She and her mother were adopted by my neighbors, who will spay them both and love them forever.
I had a long-standing, burning desire to adopt a Pit Bull---one of the most amazing, and most often misunderstood, breeds out there. As I was looking through the photos of the dogs available for adoption thru Pit Stop Bully's Rescue (Tampa), I was stopped dead in my tracks by a photo of one dog in particular who immediately stole my heart. His personality jumped off the computer screen, and with one look into his beautiful brown eyes, I just knew he belonged with me. I'm happy to say that for 9 months now, Pancho has had the happy and loving home he so very much deserves, and we have a wonderful new additon to our family who brings an incredible amount of joy to our lives every day. Pancho is the bomb - he's best described as a hunk-of-burning-love-let's-get-this-party-started type of fella. Oh yeah, and he thinks he's a lap dog...a very heavy lap dog. He also has a cetain romantic fondness for female golden retrievers, which I think is adorable. As a cherished family pet who is given all the love attention, exercise, socialization, supervision etc. that helps any dog (regardless of breed) be the best that they can be, he sets a wonderful example for people who have unfortunately bought into the myth that Pit Bulls are dangerous dogs and aren't fit to be family pets. In fact, the exact opposit is true. And we need good, responsible owners to step up and adopt these dogs and help dispell the myths and restore their image to what it was before bad people took advantage of their loyalty and eagerness to please, and exploited these qualities in the most inhumane manner. My dog is a lover not a fighter...and I'm PROUD to say a Pit Bull owns my heart!
I saw a picture of Max on the local shelter's web site. He was 10 and they really didn't have much other information on him posted. I had gone there before looking to save an older dog and they remembered me as "the old dog guy".
Turns out Max had been kept in a heated barn/shed the last 3 years of his life and then the owners surrendered him. He wasn't housebroken, he had heartworm (which the shelter treated him for after I fostered him) and as a bonus he has been hit by a car and has a pin in his leg. That causes him arthritis discomfort. He had been adopted once and returned because he couldn't be housebroken.
I couldn't let him die in the shelter so I brought him home. I figured at least he'd die in a home with some love. The first heartworm treatment almost killed him but he recovered and the second wasn't as bad. I crate trained him for a couple months and he's been running around loose in the house for the last 8 months or so with no problems.
He has the most docile, sweetest disposition of any dog I've had.
Crimson was a Milw Humane society rescue Feb 17, 2000. She didn't see very well but that didn't stop her from getting around the house and was such a sweet baby girl. Crimson got diabeties about 2.5 years ago and needed shots twice a day but never complained about having to have them. She would go up North with us every weekend and sit peacefully in her carrier for the ride up. Unfortunately Crimson had to cross the Rainbow Bridge on Friday 6/25/10. It can never be explained how much she was loved and is so completely missed
I was coming out of a restaurant located at a very busy intersection in Des Plaines, IL when I heard the plaintiff cries of a young kitten. That was when I first spotted my crazy little girl Emillia. She was about 12 weeks old, frightened and hungry. Obviously she had been dumped by some uncaring individual and the poor thing was traumatized. I chased down this little gray tortie kitty and the moment I snatched her up into my arms she began to purr and I felt the love. We both knew this was the beginning of Emillia's new life with me. She was a spunky kitten who would open cabinet doors to get at the food, fetch toys and get into all kinds of mischief with my other cats. She has grown into a loving adult who loves to cuddle with me on the couch... and still gets into mischief. Her hobby is opening the bottom drawer of my breakfront and emptying all the linens onto the floor - sometimes every day!
Po, named by my son after "The Kung Fu Panda" because of his size, has been rescued out of the woods with four of his siblings a few weeks ago. We have worked hard on getting good homes for all of the puppies. Po has such a sweet personality and gets along well with my three large dogs...two who are from our local shelter and one, like Po, is a rescued feral as well. Po and his much smaller littermate, Sophia, are the sweetest lab/pit bull mix puppies I have seen. Even though they will go on to their "forever homes" soon, I will still keep them in my heart.
Tom Mylar was a man in need of a senior dog. Some may wonder why anyone would “need” a senior dog, but for Tom, it was all about balance. He’d just lost Dawson, the senior dog he’d adopted a few years ago from the St. Louis Senior Dog Project. Now he was down to his two younger dogs, and things just didn’t feel right.
“There was a void in my household with just the two younger dogs. I needed an older dog to provide some balance.” Tom explains what he means by “balance” in this context. “Perhaps it’s a sense of maturity, of greater contentment, of wisdom even – hard to say.”
Tom also has a soft spot for senior dogs and figures he always has room for at least one. He’d already loved and lost two senior dogs from the St. Louis Senior Dog Project. Now he was back to look for another.
Sara was a plain black dog with a grey muzzle. She’d spent most of her nine years at the end of a chain with only a shed for shelter. Now she was safe in a foster home, learning about a new way of life, a life of comfort and love. Sara had survived her past; now she needed a future.
We brought Sara to her first adoption event not expecting much. We just hoped the situation wouldn’t be too stressful for her.
Then Tom met Sara.
As for the balance Tom wanted, he says, “Sara provides it. Having come from a situation where she was forced to find comfort sleeping within a woodshed at night, Sara seems to really appreciate where she is now. She wags her tail a LOT. She is quite content and happy. And thanks to Sara, so am I.”
A few years ago a beautiful orange cat started hanging around our home. This cat would wander by the back door and look in. He would spend a couple of hours laying in the back yard. At night he would sometimes visit and meow but wouldn't let us near him. On our next shopping trip, my husband wanted to pick up a can of cat food. The next time the cat came around we gave him the food and he promptly moved in. At the time we had 3 large dogs. My husband didn't think dogs and cats could live together. Bourbon (as he has been named because of his color) proved my husband wrong.