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My husband works at a railroad yard driving a truck. He had been seeing this stray running all around the place. Rain, Snow, hot and cold weather.
She was a nasty looking critter that most thought she was a wild animal part Fox part dog. She didn't trust any human. He started to throw food at her just so she would get some nutrition in her skinny little body!
This went on for almost 4 years, when one day little by little she started to trust him. She knew the sound of his truck so she would follow him everywhere he went. On a sunny Saturday in May of 08 he was getting out of his truck to put some food down for her when he felt something on his leg. There she was putting her paw on him so he could pet her..That was it, next thing I knew he was on his way home with her in his car. I was scared becasue we had two dogs at home and if she was wild she would hurt my precious ones. But No, she came and met my Riley and Puddles then waslked inside sniffed around the family room and jumped on our sofa and looked at us as if to say Ok I am home I like it here!!
So we have had her ever since and once we washed away the dirt and grime on her, she was perfectly healthy. Not even a flea on her!!
Everyone tells us she is a Shiba-Inu. She is a Beautiful Blonde girl around 7 yrs old. She is a perfect angel inside with hardly ever an accident.
she will be with us for the rest of her days here on this planet!! We love her!
One day me and my husband were driving around in dallas going to junk yards to get car parts. As we were leaving the last one we noticed a very thin malnourished pit bull on the side of the road. We immediately stopped and went to her. She was very scared she had obviously been in dog fights from all the scars on her face. Her teeth were missing and she was covered in ringworm and ticks. She wouldn't get near us at first we took it slow to approach her. She finally was at ease and we were able to pick her up and put her in the car. She was so sweet and gentle the whole way home. We cleaned her up and fed her she was starving. We immediately decided to keep her and nurse her back to health. We took her to the vet and had her treated for ringworm. We then found out she had heartworms and started treatment right away. She was then spayed the vet said she had been bred so many times. They apparently took her pups away and then ditched her. Today she is a healthy 4 year old sweetheart who is very loving and playful. Her favorite place is our bed as you can see in the picture. She loves our other dogs and the family. People say pit bulls are bad dogs but I say its the people that make them that way. We are so lucky to have her our other pit bull Kahlua loves her so much they are sisters for life and we wouldnt have it any other way!
Bubba came to us in 2002. We were having a family BBQ and this 4-month-old puppy smelled the food. He was hungry and our daughter-in-law fed him. We believe someone dumped him in our area in the desert. That night, my husband put him in our backyard because he didn't want the coyotes to get the little guy. My husband said we would take him to the Humane Society. Well, the next morning, I had gotten attached and the tears came. We posted fliers but no one came. So...Bubba became ours. We couldn't have picked a better dog if we had tried. He has been a great companion and "taken care of" my husband through heart attack, heart surgery, broken pelvis and back surgery. Bubba followed behind him to be sure he was okay. Bubba loved to go for rides, so we took him often. When we had family gatherings, Bubba enjoyed everyone and had a great time. He loved the kids & babies but was careful not to hurt them. (He's with our granddaughter in the picture.) Last year, Bubba was diagnosed with lymphoma. We gave him chemo treatments and he was with us a while longer. But the cancer came back with a vengeance, so last week we said goodbye to our Bubba. He was our best friend and companion, and we loved him very much. We also have a cat named Pepper, who we adopted from the Humane Society in May of 2001. Pepper is still with us - a great cat - and misses Bubba as well. I don't know if we will want to get another dog for a while, but if/when we do, we will definitely go to the Humane Society or a shelter. They are the best.
We started walking for exercise in our very rundown neighborhood. Almost half way through our walk; a small puppy came running out of a yard, super small and very cute. His little ribs showed threw his dirty white coat. We decided to ask the home where he ran from if we could buy him. So we went home and placed him in a kennel, and went back to the house we found him. There was another dog on the property, chained to the house and very timid. So we took a piece of paper and put our information on it. Simply stating, we found him, and would like to make them an offer for him; please call. Where we live there aren't many fences holding animals in their yard. The dogs and cats, even chickens run amuck all around. Serious flea infestations, out of control breeding, even animal injuries. Unfortunately we have no Animal Control either.We stopped by our local drug store to purchase a few things for him.We took him home and filled a tub for him. As soon as we dunked him under the water, his nightmare became visible to us.
He had bleeding sores in his ears. Covering his eyes, butt, penis, nose, tummy, and even between his toes were patches of fleas and ticks. Some areas had masses of them numbering 20 or more. Crying wildly we did what we could to clean him up and make him feel better. It was at that moment, with him wrapped up in my towel we decided to keep him.
He is my angel, and my meditation. He makes me smile even when I have had the worst day you could imagine. He came to us looking for help, and what he found was a forever home.
When I was younger I had a extraordinary intention of bringing home stray animals. Where we lived the animal shelter is "no-kill" so I didnt mind taking them to the shelter if I had found more than one that week. My sister and I had found an add in the paper for free puppies and once we heard the family's story it broke my heart. The family hadn't even owned a dog... it was their neighbors dog that had had puppies and she was living under their house with them. They felt horrible cause the owners hadnt been taking care of her so they took the situation into their own hands and had found such GREAT homes for the puppies and also continued to care for the mother. When I had come face to face with the little fur ball that I would forever know as Ace it was an instant love. He is a german shephard and chow mix so everyone believed he would have been more tempermental but hes just fine for our house. He lays next to my nephews crib at night and is very protective of us and our home. I wouldve never known what had happened to the puppies and the mother if Ace hadnt stolen our hearts at first sight but we are all sure glad he did.
In June of 2009 my husband and I found a stray mother cat with three kittens living underneath our deck. We fed her that night and in the morning they were gone. A week later our neighbor found them living underneath his step and he was trying to get them all into a box to throw them in the woods. We were able to capture them all and bring them to our garage. Then to my dismay I found all the shelters were full as it was an explosive kitten season and many adults who lost their jobs had surrendered their animals. So we had them living in the back of our Chevy Silverado truck in our garage (we already had indoor cats) and then fortunately an organization came to our aid and asked me to foster them until they were ready for adoption. Within days it was discovered the mother cat was very sick and I had to raise the kittens in a separate room from her so they would not drink her milk. They were only about 5 weeks old when they were taken away from their mother and I gave them a stuffed rabbit to see if they'd like it and I discovered they LOVED it. We ended up adopting all of them, so we have Mama and her three kittens and all are happy and healthy. One kitten is named Chevy and one is Silverado so that we'll always remember the start of our loving relationship.
This is Munchkin. I had NO plans for another cat after the loss of my last 4 in a fire a few years ago. But, there I was waiting for a bus. A car stops in the middle of the road, and tosses out this little thing. I run out in the road with seconds to spare before more cars and buses came from half a block away. I pick her up - flea and worm infested - and go back to the curb. My first thought was "What am I going to do with - I have a kitten" She was all of 1 1/2 pounds. I took her to the vet the next morning got her wormed and flea medicine. She was so wobbly, I wasn't sure she would make it through the first night before I got her to the vet. A year and a half later, she is my girl. She has a very pampered life. She has her own couch, and a choice of two beds. Not to mention the condo tower and the toy box full of toys. Munchkin loves hide and seek and tag. She is a Maine Coon mix. Every day is a reward with her.
We drove all the way to Oklahoma to adopt our sweet Charley, a tri-color pembroke corgi. My vet told me his teeth show signs of spending endless hours chewing on the bars of a cage, and his hips show signs of a possible roll by a car. He will never be in a cage again and he spends play time in his big, fenced backyard where he will never encounter another car. He has discovered toys and loves having his own comfy doggy bed complete with his own blanket. He has found his forever home and we love him dearly!
My last cat (Zeppo) didn't like other cats AT ALL, so had always been a single 'child' and my/our faithful companion for 16 years. I was heartbroken when my dear pal passed a year and a half ago. After feeling like I had reached a point when I could adopt a new pet, I went to the local shelter.
I had been attracted to one of the pictures of a tiny Siamese mix kitten in the newspaper, but when I arrived, he was already spoken for...so I began looking around and saw a feisty older kitten that looked like a Siamese/Tabby mix. He had a sister that was calmly resting in her area while he seemed terribly upset to be caged, literally hanging on the bars. I asked to take him to the 'acquaintance room' and he totally ignored me in his utter happiness to be FREE of the cage. He jumped and played with total crazy abandon. I could tell he was a little wild and would be a handful, but I was already concerned about his well being. I posted his 'bail' and arranged for his neuter the next day. When he came home, he was so disoriented to be in a big open space that he would walk around in circles, or hide above the books on the bookshelf.
Now, Busby has grown to be a large, happy, well adjusted boy-- he gets all the attention he wants, and he owns the house. He is a little silly and rambunctious but he's also smart and sensitive. He loves to play fetch with his stuffed mouse! I had forgotten what a romp it is to have a young cat, and we just adore him. You can't really see it in the picture, but he has beautiful candy-blue eyes.
My dog, Indy, really needed a pal.
I thought about getting another dog, but hesitated at the efforts required for housebreaking and kenneling.
But Indy really needed a pal.
Finally a light bulb went off. What about a cat? I'd heard of cats that were remarkably dog-like in behavior and attitude. Yet a cat would require less focused attention from a working mom than a new pup. So I set out to find a dog in a cat body.
I went from shelter to shelter and saw amazing cats of all shapes, sizes and colors. But none of them seemed to have the personality I sought. Then one day I bent over to look in a floor level cat habitat and felt a firm tap on my shoulder from above.
I looked up and saw a young gray tabby with golden eyes. He ignored his cage-mates and stared at me as though to say:
"I've been waiting for you."
I opened the habitat door and he immediately climbed to my shoulder. His purr vibrated in pure bliss as I read notes on the door written by his foster mom.
"Plays with the dogs and lays with the cats. Loves people. Gets along with everyone."
You guessed it. That gray tabby cat with the golden eyes came home with me. I named him Bogey.
Bogey and Indy have become good friends, chasing each other around in circles and sharing treats. Bogey wags his tail, greets people at the door, and is even learning to walk on leash so he can go outside with Indy.
He's my dog in a cat body, proving that no matter what kind of pet you seek, you'll find it in a shelter.