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Morgan the smaller dog a chow mix we rescued from a shelter in paw paw, Mi she has the same birthday i do, we didn't want another dog since a couple years before that we rescued Captain a Rot Mix from a dot truck stop in arizona he had been hanging out there for a week or so and they were going to have the dog catcher come and pick him up so my boyfriend who is a truck driver brought him home after finding him sitting under his truck! They are like best buddies now and i wouldn't give them up for the world they are our babies! Yes thier names are Captain and Morgan LOL!
My kids and I attended Bark in the Park, an annual doggy fair in Chesapeake, VA in 2007 and brought home a young German shepherd/hound mix. Chesapeake Humane Society volunteers had brought her from the city animal shelter. We named her Meg. She is sweet and happy and loves her home and family. In 2009 she was joined by an older spaniel, Murphy, from the Norfolk SPCA. Murphy is hard of hearing. Meg has become his ears, nudging him to wake him if he’s missing a significant event such as our coming home. She is a huge blessing to her humans and her little canine pal!
My name is Dublin, the one on the left. I was left in a parking lot, hoping that someone would guess how much I had to offer. That is my adopted brother on the right, Captain. He was left at a local pound with Parvo virus. The people who saved me from the parking lot also treated my brother at home and miraculously saved his life. I'm glad they did. We have a game we play every night, even in the snow. Let's run after the same ball and see who gets there first. We do this until we can run no longer. We then sleep as close as we can next to each other, dreaming about chasing that same ball tomorrow.
We have grown up together, so what happened before we started our game is a distant memory.
Isn't it time you helped to turn a bad memory into a great one? Go adopt a dog. Today.
Occasionally in life you get handed a wonderful gift and in my case I was lucky to get two. Sarah and Simon are the best of friends and are as close as can be. Most of my photographs are of the two of them, whether they are playing in the dog park or simply lying around. Usually when I get my camera to catch them in some photo-worthy act, they stop what they are doing to plant their noses right on my camera lens. They stayed long enough for me to catch this moment and I'm so glad they did as this photo is beautiful. It captures perfectly the bond between them. They are my greatest joys in life. Some people tell me that they were lucky to have a "Mom" like me rescue them and I always say that it is I who am lucky that they rescued me.
Carson was at least ten years old when he was rescued from a horrible hoarding situation in Texas. The old collie pulled through despite malnutrition, failing kidneys, and other internal problems. Southwest Collie Rescue placed him in a foster home where he was welcomed by a rescued kitty that lived there. A year or so later, a young expectant mother cat in Carson's foster home gave birth to three kittens. Sadly, only one kitten survived. Carson became its constant companion and protector. It was an amazing show of love from a dog that had once suffered nearly fatal neglect.
Ramesses was found abandoned on a busy street. Taken to the local SPCA it was determined she was only about four weeks old. Fostered until she was old enough to be adopted I found her while visiting the facility. I wasn't there to adopt. I'd stopped by to make a donation. But I took one look at this adorable little puppy with the "reset" button on the top of her head and was smitten! Today she lives on the beach and is a healthy 40 lbs. She is one of the sweetest, most loveable and snuggly dogs I've ever had. She brings endless joy to our lives and I am sure she feels the same.
I saw our Cane Corso (Italian mastiff) on Petfinder.com in Jan. 2010, a few months after losing our beloved Rottweiler to bone cancer. He was so pathetic looking and less than an hour away - at the Boston City Shelter - that we had to take a closer look. "Mr. Brown" had been at the shelter for weeks, gaining weight and being passed over for the many small dogs that filled the other kennels. He was filthy, completely untrained and little more than a skeleton with skin. He had been abused and starved by a man who wanted a tough dog (he's now in prison), but could not destroy this boy's loveable nature. We were quickly approved to adopt and renamed the 1-year-old Amos (my husband and I are both named Andy). Amos's leg muscles didn't work well because of the cruel confinement he suffered during his formative months. Many baths, premium nutrition, training and exercise later, this supreme cuddler is now an ambassador for big, "hopeless" rescues. He has gained 45+ pounds, loves every person and animal he meets, has many doggie friends and is best buddies with our two cats. He is a shiny, happy couch potato who goes everywhere with me and has a county-wide fan club. I am training to become a dog trainer and plan to use Amos as a demonstration dog and, eventually, a visiting-therapy dog. Amos is still afraid of some objects (like feathers and water!) but is as gentle and sweet as they come. While he takes up most of our bed every night and has chewed a few things when we weren't looking, we can forgive our big lughead anything, as he enriches our lives daily and we're as grateful to have found him as he is to have been found.
This beautiful cat, which we now call Roscoe, was left behind to fend for himself when the people across the street from my house moved. He would sit on the porch of the only home he had known. We noticed him carrying anything he could find to eat, even a dead squirrel, back to his porch. My boyfriend and I would see him running from our porch after getting a meal from the cat food I had out for my own cat.
Roscoe would sit on his porch looking across the street at my house. My boyfriend would say, "He's looking for a new home and he knows he has found it!" I would tell him, "I don't need another cat, seeing that I have one, along with the dog and bird I already have!" To make a long story short, Roscoe did find a new home, right across the street from his old home!
Roscoe is such a character and has a funny personality! He got his name from the one person that knew what he was thinking, my boyfriend's middle name is Roscoe! I thought it was a good name for him and it has fit him well! He has been a joy to have around and we're glad he scoped out the house across the street!
My very first fur friend brought me to see and understand the beauty, grace and love of animals. Many, many have followed. My fur children are my world. Each and every one of them rescued from one situation or another. Rusty, my eldest and seen in the pic, was 2 at rescue and is 19 yrs old to date! He was in the middle of a busy intersection with cars driving by, honking and scaring him. When I reached the intersection, I stopped traffic, picked him up and have been Blessed with him ever since. My current fur children number 5 dogs and 2 cats ranging in age from 3 yrs. on up to his astounding 19yrs. All with as much love to give as can be imagined! Each uniquely filling my days with laughter, fun and joy!
We adopted our rottweiler Jake just about a year ago. We took him home and he became very ill overnight. We immediately took him to the animal hospital and found out he had parvo. He was in the hospital for about a week and we almost lost him. Although he was only in our home for one night, he had already stolen our hearts. We are so very grateful to the veterinary staff that saved his life. He is now back in his forever home.