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We found her on petfinder.com. Her name was Cocoa back then and she was rescued by Dawn's Canine Rescue in New York State from a kill shelter in Tennessee. We got her when she was about 9 weeks old. Soon we discovered that Cocoa was the perfect puppy, a smart, loving and adorable dog - getting along perfectly with our 3 kids and our rescued cat - so smart and fast learning that we decided the name Jackie to be more appropriate. Today (only a few months later) Jackie is a full member of our family - we could never imagine not to have her !! And thanks to dedicated people like Dawn and the people from Petfinder Jackie has found a family and a future ! Thank you !
Snoopy is hunting dog,as a puppy less than a month old he was left all alone in the small cage in the yard close to my workshop.He was crying so loud for couple of days before I find him.He was so weak and skinny.From the moment I put him in my pullover he slept for days..Man who left it there came to me to ask his dog back.We where arguing about two months until he finally took the dog from me and put it in the same cage.It took me lot of trouble to find the place he live and take back the Snoopy.He is wonderful dog!
Midnight was unwanted, less than a month old Kittie thrown in a basement to hunt the mouses with two rottweilers around it!It was so quiet and skinny.I took him home.I didn't know how they are going to react on each other,but I was so happy to see that they love each other from the moment they met.Midnight is very special cat.He is gentle and calm full of love for everyone.Never scratch,never fight and always close to Snoopy and us.They never make mess in the house,they kiss us for good night and wake us up in the morning with hugs and kisses.They play together sleep together,eat together..I wish all the people could be so lovely and gentle like them.
Five three week old little puppies were found in the parking lot of a pancake house and were brought to me. When I saw Beethoven I knew he was sent to me. He has brought joy and laughter into my and my 13 years old Broomhilda's life.
Our little Mittens had been a mere 2 weeks old when someone left her in the vestibule of a Wal-Mart, one Saturday morning just over 6 years ago. A bunch of folks looked at her, but she fell asleep on my wife's shoulder; we were hooked and took her home.
Nursing a baby kitten is not exactly easy, but she was worth it!
Our vet said she may have been the runt of her litter, but that's not true any more. She is full-sized now, and a real princess!
We recently had to find a good home for our two cats because of my husband's allergies and we're devastated by the loss. It was fate that little Wolfgang became ours! A week after missing the kitties I walked into my husband's office and said "let's look at NE Humane Society's website, I want a Yorkie" and there he was, "Harry" -- turns out he had just gone up for adoption that morning! My husband was not so convinced.
That afternoon, when pulling up to a restaurant for lunch, I said "after this let's go meet Wolfie" but my husband was still hesitant.
I eventually convinced him to go to the pound and we walked in the front area, which is usually a busy mix of people and potential pets milling around, but it was empty. Then one girl walked out of the visiting rooms with a tiny dog in toe. I said, "Is that Harry by any chance?" and she said "Why yes, I'm just taking him out to go to the bathroom." Out of all the dogs in the entire place, Harry was the only one in the entire front room!!
That sealed the deal, fate had been throwing out signs and I read them all. Turns out he was a rescue from a puppy mill and had been kenneled all day and night of his little three-year life. Flea bitten and infected we are loving Harry Wolfgang "Wolfie" back to health.
Lucky Lou aka Louie was one of a litter of six puppies that I rescued July 2009. He and another of the litter found their way to my home through a wooded area. When I found where they had come from, I went after the other four. They had not been handled and therefore did not want anything to do with people in general.
I worked with them and started taking them to adoptions with a local animal rescue group. Louie would follow a small child around the xpen and lean against the wire so that they could touch him. He is such a friendly and loving boy and luckily was seen by a friend of a very nice person looking for a Christmas present for her son. They came to my home so that she could meet him and it was love at first sight. I agreed to keep him for a month and am sure glad that I did.
This is Louie and "HIS" Christmas present.
A disheveled old man was how this little guy was described. He sat shivering in the corner of the kennel at the pound, waiting to be put down as no one was interested. I was a travel nurse on assignment in Ft Lauderdale and I had just lost my little white, male Cairn Terrier and felt I was ready to adopt another dog, but I wanted the opposite of what I had. And I didn't want an older dog, I wanted a puppy that I'd have for a long time. Here sat this almost hairless, ringworm infected, tick-infested little guy. I held him, removed a huge tick from his lip and he put his head on my shoulder, with both paws around my neck. The best hug I've ever received. After he had been neutered, the Vet told me I'd have him for a really long time as he was only 9 months old. Not the "Old Man" everyone thought he was. We spent 4 months curing his systemic ringworm and all his other health problems.
From day one he's told me when he had to go outside, he's never chewed anything up and has been the best dog we've ever had. Since moving to Bocas del Toro, Panama he spends his days greeting guests at the dive shop, guarding the couch and just being lazy. All I know is that everyday is better because of Chance (as in second chance for both him and me).
On the left is Charlie, that I adopted from my local SPCA. When I went to "check him out" at the shelter he ran along side the fence wanting to play with the other dogs and when I called out his name (Spence at the time) he ran and jumped into my lap. I knew he was the one for me. He was sick when I got him and very skinny. The SPCA provided me a free vet visit and we got Charlie well and he's nice and healthy!
A family friend found Lily, on the right, in the streets, looking as though she just had puppies. After no one claimed her and waiting for what seemed like forever, I adopted her and she became exactly what Charlie and I needed. He got a new friend and I got an absolute doll, who loves to sleep in my lap when I study and make sure I wake up in the mornings. They are both so precious to me and really show unconditional love.
Lucy was one of several hundred dogs rescued by the Humane Society of Missouri during Hurricane Katrina. We fostered her for three months but no one ever came forward for her. What could we say? By then she was like family, so we adopted her. That was almost five years ago! Blessings can come out of disaster!
Three summers ago my son called me to say that his roommates were getting ready to use a stray dog for target practice to hone their bow shooting. I told him to keep an eye on them and the dog and I would be over there in a few minutes. I think the 15 minute trip only took me about 7 minutes that day. I arrived and they had this small, stocky dog tied to a porch post. I untied him and put him in my truck and headed home. He stayed crouched down inside a tire the whole way.
My first intention was to find him a good home. Several weeks went by and my roommate asked me if I had a home for him yet. A few people called, but upon hearing he was an unfixed, un-housebroken male dog that didn't play well with others, they said, "No thanks."
Corky was worming his way into my heart, and every time the phone rang my heart would fall until I found out that the person calling wasn't calling about a dog.
At the time, we had a yard full of dogs-raising Rat Terriers and having other beloved pets, and we did not need another.
But Corky stayed. Today he is housebroken, has learned to play with others, loves to play fetch (rather keep-away), and is an avid bird "chaser".
We love the little bugger and can't imagine our lives without him.
At about 20 pounds, Corky looks like he is part Bassett and part Corgi. His ears are Corgi, but his body is Bassett. His face though, looks Beagle. An interesting mix to look at, but inside that little body, is a big heart thats overcome a lot and became a part of our family.