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MAXX WAS FOUND AT A TRUCK STOP IN NC. HE WAS BADLY ABUSED AND STARVED. MY NEPHEW JOHN RESCUED HIM AND BROUGHT HIM HOME TO ME. HE MUST'VE BEEN USED AS BAIT IN DOG FIGHTING RINGS BECAUSE HE HAS TROUBLE WITH HIS BACK LEGS WHICH GIVE OUT FROM UNDER HIM. THEN HE GOES SLIDING. I GIVE MAXX MUCH LOVE AND ATTENTION. HE LOVES IT! HE NO LONGER HAS TO STARVE OR STAY IN THE COLD. HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR JOHN MAXX WOULD'VE STARVED OR FROZE TO DEATH. THANK GOD MAXX HAS A LOVING AND WARM HOME NOW. I LOVE MAXX SO MUCH. HE BRINGS ME JOY AND HAPPINESS.
In the fall we lost our dog of 12 years to a growth on his neck, it was such a hard time. I had never been dogless before and warily began searching on-line. I searched for months until just after New Year's when I finally found-what I thought-was the perfect dog for our family. While I was on the phone with the foster family she asked me if I had looked at the pound, I said yes but I didn't see any dogs that I thought would be a good fit. She told me about a 4 year old lab, who was an owner surrender and that he didn't have much time left. Well, here were all my fears rolled into one, could I handle a lab...after all they are puppies until they are at least 5, right? Would he be comfortable with us when we didn't have the bond from puppy-hood? Worst of all in my mind-an owner surrender-what was wrong with him that they would just give him up? My kids and I made the hour and a half drive to meet with him, when they brought him out I knew that I had been wrong all along about him, we had just found our dog! Ruger is full of personality and has the kindest face, he is fully trained, and house broken! I have no idea why anyone would give this dog up but their loss is our gain, he just smiles all the time happy to have a family again. He is ours...and we are definitely his! Open your heart and adopt an adult dog, they truly are the best!!
In this picture Scooby is 8 weeks old and full of mischieveousness. That's why we adopted him. I was looking for a calico. But when we went to see the available kitties. This orange bulls-eye tabby crawled up my husband's back and landed on his shoulder. He then proceeded to attack the other kitties. He was perfect for our 3 year old short hair who needed a friend to keep him active. Scooby is now 10 and definitely the Alpha Cat in our 4 cat household. No one messes with the Big Cat
Can cats have ADHD? Cabo certainly does. Easily distracted, into everything, independent personality and a superior cuddler. Cabo was laying in the street (it was a warm day). When I yelled at him to get out of the street, he ran past me into the house and has never left. We've had him for 3 years and he's been quite the entertainer. He is my sleeping buddy. All I have to say is "Night-Night time" and he's past me on to the bed. No matter how much he gets into, I wouldn't trade him for anything!
Jack appeared in our front planter one morning. Although we posted his picture around the neighborhood, he wasn't claimed for 2 days. We got very attached in a short time. The kids who claimed him agreed to keep him inside for safety. A week later, my husband found him sitting on the sidewalk. The kids family wouldn't let them keep him and they just put him out on the sidewalk. He's been ours ever since and is quite a character. His markings led my hubby to want to name him Bandit. We settled on Jack for Captain Jack Sparrow. We thought a pirate was more fitting than a bandit.
A familiar face at the Lenoir City A.C. is Rose, a Golden Retriever. Rose’s new life began after thunderstorms raged through the Chattanooga area in February 2008. Rose, an outside dog, terrified by the storms broke out of her run and got hit by a car. The driver stopped, picked Rose up and took her to the emergency clinic. The owners could not pay the vet bill or give Rose the care she needed so the driver offered to relocate her. She called Heartland Golden Retriever Rescue in Tennessee and asked if they would intake and care for her. Heartland agreed. Rose had a fractured pelvis requiring many weeks of quiet care, little movement etc; Rose was a trooper and all the staff fell in love with her. They asked if the clinic could apply to adopt her. Heartland was approached and when the application process was completed Rose had a new home.
Rose accepted her new situation in life with love, dignity and compassion. There are many dogs, who have Rose to thank for being alive; Rose has given them blood transfusions. When clients are in a stressful situation, about to lose a beloved pet or one undergoing surgery Rose is there for them, giving her love or being hugged. Gentle Rose takes it all in her stride. For Rose, life has changed dramatically, now an inside dog; has sleepovers with various relatives; goes to the lake at weekends; goes to day care for play and swimming. When Rose is in Princess mode and lying in her spot of the moment, try getting her to move, unless you a new toy or treat in your hand you will just have to step over her. She deserves and has earned her toys and treats.
Once I adopted a beautiful long haired dachshund, I fell in love with the breed and decided that I must have another. I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for, but knew that I would know him when I saw him.
After looking on Petfinder.com at what must have been every adoptable dachshund in Texas, I needed to expand my search. Having recently traveled to Georgia, I decided to give that state a try. There I found DREAM Rescue of Atlanta, and the little silver dapple boy they had named Samson.
The wonderful folks at DREAM were understandably a little hesitant about facilitating such a long distance adoption. After a few weeks of emails, phone calls and a letter writing campaign from my doggie loving friends, they agreed to let me come to Atlanta to meet Sam. I happily made the 13 hour drive from Dallas to Atlanta.
Having had a rough start to life, it took about an hour to build enough trust for the pup to allow me to hold him. Once I had him in my arms, I knew he had found his FURever home with me. I renamed him Hamilton, after my favorite baseball player Josh Hamilton of the Texas Rangers. Josh also had a rough past, but overcame it to become the American League's MVP last year.
Hamilton is flourishing in his new home with his "brothers", doxie Hatcher and Chihuahua Julius. They spend their days romping and playing and chasing each other. I can't thank DREAM Rescue enough for making my family complete.
We have two large dogs and we were looking to add a small one to the group. We had been looking for a few weeks when we met a lady with a Rescue Group in Collin Cty, she said she would start sending us pictures of small dogs to be rescued. She was sending the rescue dogs to us and we continued to look for that special one. One day she sent us this sad story about a little 4yr long haired Chiuaua that a pound had found on the street, no one had claimed him so they were going to euthanize him in a couple of days. When we saw him we just knew he was the one without even meeting him! We adopted Romo and he has just fit right in with the family, we don't know what we'd do without little Romo!!
Several years ago, I woke up early one summer morning to the sound of my neighbor banging on my door. She told me that her truck had failed shortly after having started it. She lifted up the hood to examine the engine, but found a cat instead. Knowing that I had been involved in cat rescue, she asked me for help. When I peered into the engine, I exclaimed “that’s not a cat… it’s a kitten!” While I lied on the ground, underneath the engine, my neighbor reached into the compartment as if to grab her. This forced the kitten to back down (she had no intention of being “rescued”) and when she did, I was able to grab her and pull her out. The unhappy, frightened little kitten initially appeared to be no worse for the wear. I brought her inside and isolated her in a room, separate from my other cats. When I placed her on the floor, however, she tried to run away, dragging her backside. I quickly brought her to my vet, where she was diagnosed with a broken pelvis. She also had a huge gash in her side. The vet stitched her up and told me to keep her confined in a crate for six weeks so her pelvis could heal. I already had four cats, so my plan during this time was to find her a new home. However, by the time she was released from the crate, I had grown much attached to her and knew that there was no way I was going to give her up. This sweet, feisty little kitten, Abby, is now seven years old and, despite her inauspicious start in life, I am forever grateful that she came into my life.
Marrakech is a beautiful striped boy with amber eyes. He was feral: he had apparently been living since birth with his mother in the woods. Understandably terrified when he first arrived in his new home, he did not eat for five days. I just stayed on the floor, eating, sleeping and walking outside beside him. Interestingly, he never strayed far from the house.
He is now is a wonderful friend: very obedient, gentle and merry with other dogs in the park. Unlike other dogs, he makes no noise, and is a skilled mouser. Now he has passed his test to become a hospital visitor to Canadian veterans. We are blessed.