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He was named "Ike" after Hurricane Ike, as it was the first day in his life he walked on the grass:
In September, 2008, I was one of 927 dachshunds rescued from a puppy mill in Parkersburg, WV, that had been raided by the authorities.
I lived 10 years of my life, nameless, and in a cage that had been stacked upon other cages. My friends and I were covered with each others filth and we were sick and starved. I had never even walked on grass before!
I am one of the lucky ones! My adopted family says that I am joyful and appreciative of my new home and promised that I will live comfortably the rest of my life here with them. So now I must speak out and tell the world about my friends who also need homes.
Miniature Dachshunds have short hair which requires little or no maintenance and you can dress us up in those cute little sweaters! I only eat about 8 tablespoons of food a day and I provide much happiness wherever I go!
Bailey is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi who came into our lives in 2007. He was abandoned and abused. When I looked into his hurt little eyes it was love at first sight. Then when I held him to come home he made the biggest sigh ever. He knew he was finally safe! He shares our home with another Pembroke Welsh Corgi and they get along perfect. The person who threw him out made the biggest mistake! His favorite thing to do is have dingo bones and curl up beside you at night and try to bury those bones in your pillow!
This little guy found his way into our hearts when we heard his former owner lost her job and could not afford to keep him. We brought him home immediately and, when my young son saw him, he said "mom, he has a pinstripe down his back". Well, Pinstripe it is!! He makes us smile every day!
When our old dog died, our young Border Collie mix Laci was so lonely we thought we would adopt a companion for her. I found a cute (small) dog at the SPCA, but at the last minute decided I should take Laci with me so they could meet first. I'm glad I did, because they didn't really like each other! Instead, Laci chose Roxy, a Shepherd mix. Roxy came home with us that day and the the girls have been so happy together. Their favorite game is tug-of-war, and they keep each other company since my husband and I work full time. I will always take my pet to the shelter with me from now on to pick out a companion. I tell my friends, "I got my dog a dog."
Barney was listed on Petfinder.com for 6 months before his injuries healed and he was well enough to be adopted. But, thanks to the great care he received at the "A Paw Up" rescue agency in Washington State, he not only survived the horrendous injuries inflicted on him, he thrived and was ready to face the world again.
From the moment I adopted him, Barney and I both knew that he was finally at the end of the long journey to his forever home.
Tommy was rescued from the roof of the American Embassy in Mexico City in 1996. 13 years later, he rules the house and is the biggest love bug ever. Also, he has lived in Seattle, Washington; Puerto Rico and Syracuse, NY. I have frequent flyer miles.
We discovered a poor, lame, malnourished, and abandoned dog in the bushes on a morning walk. Every mornng before work, I would drive up to where I saw her and feed her along with fresh water. On the 4th day, she had 10 puppies with her. I tried desperately to get them all rescued, but before I could do anything, animal control found the pups and took them. Wile E. hid, and I found her practically frozen under a large outdoor doll house where she had found refuge. She came willingly with me that morning and I took her to the vet to get her spayed, microchiped, shots, and leg fixed. She has been with me since January 2001, and is the sweetest and most appreciative critter I have ever had as a pet.
It is always such a miracle when we are lucky enough to meet our fur children. I am amazed and happy that in this big world Charles-in-Charge (CC) and I were in the same place at the same time. All Breed Dog Rescue was in my local pet supply store with a collection of dogs who needed homes. I saw CC and fell in love. His mom was rescued from a thrift store and it was later discovered that she was carrying pups and he was one of them. All Breed Dog Rescue in Yucaipa took care of him and loved him until we found eachother. He is such a joy - always happy which makes me happy. He is only a year old, so we have many more wonderful years to spend together.
We've had many cats before but none like Peaches. Looking around at the shelter we saw many cats. Our little sister Jayda looked at Peaches and fell in love. After leaving the shelter we asked dad if we could get a cat and when dad said yes we were right back at the shelter. Jayda was still playing with Peaches. My mom didn't like orange/red cats. She tried to get Jayda to look at other cats but she refused. Finally we read about Peaches. We learned that Peaches was found abandoned in a trailer as a kitten and was rescued shortly after being discovered. When they let her out Peaches reached into another cats cage and took some food and ate it in front of the cat's face! I just knew we were going to be the best of friends. Now Peaches is in a loving home where she can run around and cause mischief for people and dogs! Peaches is our fluffy little soldier. She had a fractured leg from falling off a roof and had had seven screws inserted and when she wasn't supposed to jump around she still jumped on the couch and chair like a pro. When my mom had to wake me up at 6:45 in the morning, to make sure that she did Peaches knocked over tapes that my dad had on a table along with coins. She also slept in weird places and positions. Places like the sink and the bathtub, with positions like having her body stretched out so it was completely straight with her paws out or on her back with her foot in her mouth. Since Peaches "adopted us" she is much happier now! And deep inside her heart she will always have a special place for all of us.
Hihma, (pronounced "Hee-maw"), was found a feral at 3 weeks old. She was with her mom (who looked to have a healed-over broken jaw) and playing with her littermate, when I noticed she was dragging her back legs. She immediately stole my heart. I had to scoop her up before she was discovered by a dog, a mean human, or some other horrible fate. To the vet she went and they found no sign of injury, which meant it was neurological. Hihma (Thai for snowball) is a happy kitty who gets along just fine. Of course, she loves her head scratched because she can't do it herself but she has a fierce spirit, pulling herself up a 3-story condo with her front paws! If you were to ask her, she is just like the other kitties in the house -- perfect! Her strength and attitude is something I see and try to incorporate into my own life everyday.