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2 years ago a friend's JRTs had puppies. My husband stopped by to borrow a tool and seen the 6 week old puppies outside in the heat, it was about 95 and rising and very humid.
There in a tiny cage was 3 puppies and their mom. Trapped in a small dog house with a wire cage around the entrance to the dog house door. There was only room for their water bowl, so they were constantly walking in it. We felt horrible for them and adopted Butter. We didn't realize that puppies could have pimples on their tummies so that is why we chose her, she didn't have the little red bumps all over her.
After her vet visit, Butter was given a clean bill of health. After another visit to this friends house 2 weeks later, Sugar (the runt) came home. The mother and remaining sister picked on and tortured her so she was living in the house. After many medical emergencies with Sugar; both dogs are happily 2 years old, healthy, and very happy. Sugar grew into her paws and Butter grew into her ears! Sugar now is actually taller and heavier than Butter!
The friends have since quit breeding and no longer have Butter and Sugar's parents; other animals are still on the property though. We recently saw 2 of the other puppies, they looked horrible. I'm glad our girls got the better deal and I pray for their siblings to get into a loving, caring family like ours. Needless to say I'm so happy to have both of them with us!
All five of my dogs are rescues, but I usually get them after they've grown out of the cute puppy stage, when they get gangly and rowdy and people 'don't know what to do with them'...USUALLY...until about a month or so ago. I was standing in my front door, noticed a truck drive down the road, briefly slow down, drive on and then heard the most BLOOD CURDLING puppy screams. I rush to the sound and find a 10 week old puppy lying in the ditch desperately trying to climb the embankment to get away but not being able to use her hind legs. After several attempts (and a few teeth wounds to my hands) I finally scoop her up, take her home, let her calm down, inspect her wounds and discover there's nothing life threatening - her legs were just scrapped up-or so i initially thought. Her name is Kirby and she is now the darling of the dog pack, the other five dogs (my four plus one I'm fostering for a soldier in Afghanistan) play with her like she is a big dog (they all weigh 55+ lbs, she weighed in at 14 lbs at her last vet visit) but yet are so gentle with her you'd think THEY were her parents. She's going to have to have surgery on one of her hips when she gets a little older but it hasn't stopped her from running and playing and being the sweet little pup she was always meant to be. She's my newest sweetheart and melts the hearts of every person she meets!
After 3 years of being petless, word got around to the mice in our area and they began moving in. Something had to be done! Petite (gray) and Pawly (calico) came into our lives from the local animal shelter. Pawly is polydactyl, thus the name. The first day they met was the day we brought them home. Petite, although 3 years old, is smaller than Pawley who is 1, but insists on mothering Pawly, keeping her face and ears squeaky clean. Although it took a few months for them to be completely comfortable with us and their new forever home, none of us can imagine life without each other now. They continually entertain us with their playful antics. We look forward to many delightful years with them.
As a cat rescue and adoption volunteer I see alot of sad stories. But when Miley's plight popped up on our message board I knew I had to do something. Found wandering the streets at 16 years old with little- to no teeth, all skin and bones, her long fur dirty and matted, and completely blind from cataracts, the shelter immediately put Miley on the euthanize list and her days were numbered. But because she was so sweet and affectionate, the shelter volunteers immediately sent out an SOS. And I responded. With the help of my fellow volunteers, Miley was taken to my vet and pronounced "very healthy for her age". Miley is now living her golden years here in our home. Her pretty long coat is growing back after she was shaved. She purrs up a storm and loves giving head butts. She never ceases to amaze us and continues to puzzle our other resident cats!
In January our 10 year old pit bull, LuLu died of lymphoma. We were devastated. Without LuLu pattering around the house, we were lost.
We had heard good things about "Rocket Dog Rescue of San Francisco. My partner searched Rocket Dog's website for available dogs and suggested we spend time with some of Rocket Dog's available dogs to see how it felt to be around other dogs again.
I agreed and two weeks later we met "Princess". Princess was busy chasing after bugs when we met her for the first time. However, thanks to Janet from Rocket Dog, we arrived armed with Princess' favorite dog cookies. When Princess caught a whiff of cookies, she relaxed and came over to meet us. After a couple more cookies, Princess flopped over on my feet obviously-blatant hint for a belly rub.. The rest of the day was spent getting to know Princess. She became a member of our family after that meeting and there's never been a dull moment since.
It didn't take long to realize that Princess was not aptly named. No princess airs by this pup!. She is whirlwind of energy-inquisitive, fearless, nosy, full of heart, yes all of those things. And, always eager to flop on the nearest feet for a belly rub too! That's how Princess became "Bellie": her favorite past time-receiving belly rubs. We love Bellie and are thankful to Rocket Dog Rescue for saving her from a certain death by rescuing her from a high kill shelter. Without Rocket Dog Rescue's dedicated volunteer staff, we would not have this sweet girl that we love so much. Adopt a rescue! Save a life and fill your own life with the love of a shelter animal.
My husband found DD, a golden mix, roaming around at the shipyard where he worked. She was about 8 weeks old, covered with paint, dirt and fleas. None the less, she was a cute little fur ball and needed a home. He fed her, gave her water and she rode around with him the rest of the day. That was 11 years ago. Eight years ago he received a call from a friend who told him he knew of a german shepherd pup that only had a few days to live at a local kennel. He went to the kennel and met Shadow. He had been abandoned by his owner and the kennel owner said he couldn't afford to keep feeding him so he was going to put him down. He had been kept in a cage for over 4 months. He was underweight, his paw pads were raw and he was fairly aggressive. It took a few months for bonding to take place, but it was worth it. They have been a joy. Owning an animal is hard work if done correctly, however, the rewards are endless.
We wanted another dog to join our rescue Lab mix Kida. At an Albuquerque adoption fest our eyes settled on an active little puppy abandoned by people who refuse to spay and neuter. We named him ZEUS....and nothing else fits. He recently underwent surgery. I am staying up with him as I write this at 3:40am....His big sister Kida is helping too. There is nothing we won't do to give this playful character a happy "forever home".
Bella came to our "Give a Dog a Home" rescue scheme when a member of the public saw her wandering,looking for scraps of food in bins,and called us.She had not covered much distance on her shaky legs by the time we arrived to collect her.We found a female terrier X of indeterminate age, weighing 7.4 kg, about half the average weight for her breed and size,with untreated mammary tumours, almost complete loss of sight and hearing loss.
Bella was with us for only five months. After a time, we ceased to notice her frail legs, barely supporting the tiny, fleshless body. Her daily walks were defined by little leaps of joy, grateful of the attention we lavished on her, eyes bright and responsive despite her milky-white blindness.
There were so many questions that Bella could not answer. We wanted to know the history of evident abuse that had led to her present state.
Eventually we located Bella's owners who were disinterested in both her welfare and her return.As the companion of a deceased family member, Bella's needs were ignored by the surviving husband and adult son. Neighbours provided the details of her tragic life.Literally 'turned-out' to fend for herself following her companion's death, Bella slept outdoors in all weathers on a thread-bare hessian sack and, infrequently fed,survived by scavenging for scraps...
During the final days we shared with her, we watched hopelessly as Bella weakened; she now waited,immobile within her blankets, signaling with a small tail wag for our attention.
We prepared for her death as for a wake, inviting those who had
contributed to the final five months of Bella's life and had been in turn inspired by her unconquerable ability to extend trust despite the abuse she had suffered. They all needed to say goodbye...
this is Rico, he is a 3 year old chihuahua. Rico was rescued by a shelter in GA. from a puppy mill. when Rico was found he had no hair and was up to his chest in feces. he lived in a small wire cage with 20 other chihuahuas. he was just a number. he was never held or kissed. when we got him he was very withdrawn and didn't trust us. we had to teach him how to play with toys, he had never had one. he still has a problem walking on grass, since he was in a cage all he had ever felt was concrete so that's his favorite place to potty. Rico is a blessing. we've had him for 2 years and now he loves getting and giving kisses. his favorite thing is lying on the bed under the blanket. ( makes it pretty hard to keep the bed made, but hes happy :) ) i thank god everyday that Ms. Jackie at the SPCA in Leesburg GA. rescued him in time. most of the others didn't survive. Rico a fighter, and we are determined to give him the best home and all the love he can handle, we want the rest of his life to be happy and for him to know he is loved and very much appreciated. stop puppy mills! and rescue today.
Ruth is a tiny white and tan apple headed female, so cute you just want to squeeze her. But this is the problem, Ruth has never known anything but puppy-mill life. Born in a wire box, she grew up in the same, the only touches from human hands were not kind. She has no reason to trust humans and no desire to make up. She was lucky in one way after many litters her body just stopped being able to carry puppies so we were able to pull her out before she was traded to one more puppy-mill operator who was sure he could get another litter out of her. Her knees are broken down from so many years of walking on wire floors and her body shows the wear of too many pregnancies. She will not make eye contact and cringes when touched. It breaks my heart, but loving little souls back into joy is our mission here and we will not fail her. (HIs Hands Extended Sanctuary) She will most probably always be a special needs girl, but her worries are now over, she has a home and will be treated with the kindness and respect she deserves. Update...
In March I adopted Ruthie and she now lives in her forever home with six other little Chihuahuas. She has blossomed into a fun loving playful little girl. She warms my heart and puts a smile on my face everyday! I am so glad that His Hands Extended Sanctuary rescued her and that she has come into my life!