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I have owned many dogs through the years and have always wanted a border collie. I contacted Blue Ridge Border Collie Rescue and after the interviews they said there was a pup for me. Kiley came into my life as a five month old pup that had been dropped off, along with his littermates, at a animal shelter. He immediately fit in with my other dogs, cats and house rabbit. He is so smart, I teach dog obedience at a local facility and now at age two Kiley has his CDX title and working towards his Utility title. He does agility and is the star in his class. Border Collies rock and are the best all round dog.
Loki came to us on a sunny autumn's day. He was my surprise birthday present. He came when I was really missing a companion dog. It had been about 7 months since my Scooter, a Sheltie rescue, had died. Loki choose us. He came down our private drive and stayed. Loki was literally skin and bones. You could see his ribs, hips, and backbone. He was ~ 8 weeks old. We were pretty sure of where he came from as we had seen him on the street at a house playing with a child. Loki had to compete with two adult pit bulls, lol. And he was losing. There never were any lost dog posters put up. No one came looking for him. We nursed him back to health. Other than starving and fleas, he appeared healthy. We took him to our vet to have him checked out. Eventually we discovered that he was almost blind in his left eye and deaf in his left ear. Loki is a smart dog, laidback, loving yet independent. We have had his companionship for over 4 years. This is his forever home.
I have four rescues, two dog friends and two kitty friends. My big dog was one of a litter of four. His mother was a supposedly 'guard' dog at a drug shack in the mountains. Mom was attempting to take care of her family with the 5 lb. bag of dog food the 'owners' left on the ground once per week and the rest of the time she spent hunting for their food. When I happened to see her and that she was Very pregnant, I began to take food and water to her daily and then to her family once she delivered. I watched the puppies until they were ready to wean, as she was raising them under the shack. One day a puppy wandered out from under the shack and I picked him up, not intending to have a dog, but when he placed his head under my chin and gave a Big sigh, I knew we were meant to be friends for life. I returned and managed to get two of the three puppies that remained, as one had disappeared and I have to assume was probably eaten by coyotes, and obtained them good homes at my job. I called a friend, who is experienced in rescues and re-homing difficult to place dogs, and she rescued the mommy, who after a time was able to obtain a forever home. I named my best friend, Samwise Gangee. He is still living up to his name, and he still puts his big head under my chin and sighs, even after wearing his puppy school graduation cap.
A friend of ours called one day when a cat showed up on her porch, emaciated and bleeding (from flea bites!). Our friend had a dog who thought the kitty was his next meal so she asked if we would take her. When I arrived, she immediately started rubbing on me, purring, and following me around. Our vet said she was about a year old (she was tiny because she was starving), and that she would not have lived another week, because of blood loss and starvation. We named her "Biscuit" because she was cream and tan colored. As her health improved, she started developing more colors. We call her a "Calicese" because she has a loud, Siamese voice, and Siamese colorings, but definite Calico markings.
It was obvious she had been abused (she's afraid of feet, cautious of men), but she is the most loving little soul. She never gets up on tables or counters. She only scratches on her carpeted condo and never gets into anything we leave laying around. She greets us at the door whenever we come home, talks to us, and sleeps with us at night (often using a leg as her pillow!). We've had her for 10 years now, and I don't know how we ever lived without her.
When the woman at Westie rescue told me they didn't get many dogs I was upset, but later that day she called to tell me that a Cairn and her puppy were at the shelter in her town. When I picked Peanut up that afternoon she was wet, dirty, scrawny and terrified. Her mother was definitely a Cairn, but Peanut was, well, a mutt. She most likely is a Cairn/Jack Russell mix. That was in 1997. Peanut and I have been through many adventures together. She is a true character and has personality to spare. At 14 years young she is just slowing down a little bit, sleeping more too. But for her age she has a lot of pep and gets around just perfectly. Last summer we welcomed a new dog into our home, a rescue of course. He is a Springer Spaniel/Border Collie mix. Peanut has been incredibly patient with him and has been showing him the ropes. I can never express how much Peanut has added to my life or how much I love her.
As I was driving on Ocean Parkway I noticed a beautiful Maine Coon walking among the bushes. I always keep cat food in the car, so I dumped some for this guy. He came right over to eat. He wasn't feral, which means someone dumped him there. The next day I put a carrier in my car, hoping for the chance to catch him; then I'd worry about getting him a home. I didn't see him for the next 3 days. Finally, on the 4th day I saw him in the same area. It was easy to lure him into the carrier with food. At the vet's office, it was determined that this Maine Coon, soon to be named Buddy, was not only infested with ticks, but he was also FIV+. They agreed to board him at the office, but I eventually brought him home to foster him until I could get him a home. After placing various ads pleading Buddy's case, a nice gentleman called to inquire about Buddy - he was heartbroken over the recent passing of his own beloved Maine Coon. All it took was one look at Buddy, and the man agreed to adopt and give him a loving forever home. Now, Buddy lives a life of luxury and doesn't have to worry about living life abandoned on a parkway ever again!
I first saw Neko chasing a piece of paper that was blowing in the wind. He had been abandoned by my mom's neighbors when they moved and she was taking care of him. We brought him back to San Diego to join our other cats.
Although full-grown, he is tiny and has no tail, but he is not afraid of anything! I'm sure he would ride the vacuum cleaner if he could. He has appointed himself the official greeter of the house and rushes to introduce himself to everyone who visits. Everything is his business and he will not tolerate a closed door. It's such a joy to have him in the family.
"Tuxie" Tuxedo was left in my rural area late one summer. It took me nine months to tame him. Once he chose me to live with he never looked back, enjoying toys, a warm home and a loving "Mama". His almost perfectly symmetrical black and white coat earned him his name. A large cat with very wide whiskers Tuxie is also called "Gentle Giant", "Little Motor Boat" (a loud purr), etc. He enjoys cuddles, 'kissing' my hands and taking relaxed naps in my lap. He is a true joy who joined Timothy (grey) and Chadeaux.(black).
Chadeaux was left on the streets of a neighboring town, and rescued by the relative of a co-worker. My co-worker was looking for a home for him, and when we saw each other it was love at first sight. It was the end of December and the pads on his feet were raw from winter conditions including ice. My husband wanted to name him Shadow for following me around. I took the word chateau, changing it to Chadeaux pronounced Shadow with emphasis on the last syllable. He became a life-long hunter wiping out most of the rodent population in my neighborhood. Chadeaux is nearly seventeen years old, still feisty and scrappy when he feels it necessary, sometimes causing minor problems with my other two "saved cats". He likes to snuggle especially at bed time keeping my back or front warm on cold nights.
I was going through a rough time and would sit outside a lot to think. This little kitten would come and sit with me and put a paw on my leg as if she was listening to me. I called her Miss Thing. She would visit me every day and if I wasn't outside she would scratch and meow at the door until someone let her in. She would then come and find me wherever I happened to be in the house. Her owners didn't take care of her so when i moved, Miss Thing somehow ended up in my car and she became Miss Kitty. To make a long story short, I saved her life, as she was pregnant, and because her owners didn't take care of her, she ended up very sick and the kittens died inside of her. I rushed her to the vet and was told if I had waited 5 more minutes, Miss K would have died. Since then she has been with me and I wouldn't have it any other way. 11 years now! I don't know what I would do without her. I dread the day she passes. <3