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Red was a pound dog set to be euthenized. He had been there too long & no one had adopted him. The pound was over-full & they needed more room. I had not originally planned to adopt a male dog. I had grown up with male dogs that were mean and so I was not fond of male dogs. I was already set to adopt a black & white female husky through the Husky Rescue website, when my husband & son made a trip to the local pound and saw Red. They came home & said I just had to see this dog. I said "No, because it was a male dog, it was a red male dog and I wanted a black and white female husky and I had already found one." But, they persisted for 2 more weeks about this dog and even went back to see if he was still at the pound. I finally gave in & said I would go just to look at it, but that's all. It was love at first site on both ends. Red chose me and I chose him. Though retired now, Red had gone from a pound dog ready to be euthenized to being a Certified Pet Assisted Therapy dog. Red & I visited as a team at hospitals, nursing homes, adult day care centers & as part of the public school's Rosie reading program. Red has been with us for 14 years now and our time with him is growing short. He has trouble breathing and his hips are getting bad with the dysplasia huskies are known for. He has been a true friend to us and so many others during his pet therapy days. This is to honor our true and loving friend.
I adopted Cookie from you guys back in november of 2010. She was quickly renamed to Abby. About 2 weeks after we got her we sent her
out for training to become a psychiatric service dog for me. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and it makes my life hard to even be out in public. Abby ended up being trained very quickly because she is so smart. She graduated and is now my service dog. She has been trained to wake me up to my alarm clock because I take sleep meds to get a good nights sleep and most times I don't hear the Alarm. Also when i end up having a flashback she is trained to vigorously lick me and almost
tackle me to get my attention back to the present. Also I suffer from panic attacks and she is trained to help guide me back to my car from wherever I am. She has basically opened me back up to the life I used to have before my PTSD. I just wanted to say thank you for helping her and taking such good care of her before I got her. She gets to go to the dog park every other day and run free for an hour or more. We also have three kids here that just love Abby and she has been used for dress up tea
parties and everything. Abby lives a very good life, getting the best food I can afford and as many bones as she can chew on. Included are a few photos of her while she was in training wearing her training vest. Also the day i picked her up from training.
Our spay and neuter caravan composed of veterinary technicians and veterinarians were driving from one colonia to the other offering free spay and neuter services to the towns in Mexico. This is when we found Bean. Driving down what seemed to be a deserted highway one of the trucks in the caravan pulled over so we all did. There was Bean laying next to his mother that had been hit and killed by a car. He was skinny, dehydrated and had very little fur left due to exposure and mange. He was only about 8 weeks old. Marvin "Bean" Critz is named after Dr. Marvin Mackey (veterinarian) and Catherine Critz (veterinary technician). He got the name "Bean" because he looked like a little coffee bean when we found him.
After several weeks of veterinary care, "Bean" became a happy vibrant healthy puppy. He now lives on a ranch in Colorado with four other rescue dogs and two rescue cats. Bean's days are filled with cruising around the ranch, relaxing and acting as the ambassador to the foster dogs that we take in and re-home. He is a complete joy in our lives and helps bring the scared fosters out of their shell to become happy dogs again.
I adopted Romy from our local Humane Shelter because he purred and rubbed against me like there was no tomorrow. "Romy" is short for Romeo. I thought he was so sweet- well he is, but he can also be quite the little devil! Here he is after I was changing light bulbs, living up to one of his nicknames, "Get DOWN From There!"
My husband (then boyfriend) wanted a dog or two, especially of the pitbull breed. Never having a dog before in my life, I was a bit skeptical, but curious, so I agreed to go to a shelter with him. As we entered the shelter, my husband announced that the dog would call him and he or she would then be the 'right one'. As I am a few paces behind him, a girly reddish pitbull mix catches my eye as she calmly and happily slides her paw under the gate door. I bend down to pet her and as she begins to lick my hand, I call out to my husband, "this one is calling me!" We adopted one-year old 'Sasha' and six months later adopted her best friend, six-month year old 'Kingston'. These two constantly make us laugh, love to cuddle and fill our home with love! As you can see in the picture from halloween, they are definitely treat motivated! I highly recommend adopting from a shelter.
Rex, Billy, and Midnight were three feral kittens that we adopted after their feral Mom (Jasmine) brought them to us to care for. We had fed and loved Jasmine for over a year, but were unable to catch her to have her spayed. She knew that we would take care of her babies, and after we gained their trust, we were able to have them neutered and vacinated. They are now our loving pets that think we are the "cat's meow"! Saving a stray is always the best decision!
I was walking my dogs early in the morning (16 degrees) and a small kitten (4-6 weeks old) came out of the bushes crying and followed me home. Since I have allergies (especially cats) we kept her in the garage for several days while my husband and I searched for someone to adopt her. We could not find anyone and by that time we had falling in love with Smokey. I began taking medicine for my allergies so Smokey could move from the garage to our home. She has become a big part of our family.
In Summer 2010, I looked outside my 2nd floor apartment and saw a skinny orange cat staring up at my kitties. I went outside with food and water and he ate but only after I left. I watched him from the upstairs window as I talked to him.
So began our love affair.
At 7 pm every night, I would call out his name, Tang, and he would show himself to me from a distance. I would leave him food and water (sometimes catnip) and watch him from the window as I talked to him. Every night for a month, we danced this dance.
After the first month, he allowed me to be present while he ate. Two more weeks passed by and he FINALLY allowed me to touch him as he ate. He trusted me. Sweet Tang finally realized that I wasn't going to harm him.
I had him tested, vaccinated and neutered.
The progress that Tang made once I brought him inside was amazing. He was a sweet kitty that just wanted to be loved. He would allow me to pet him but sometimes got scared of my hand and swatted at it.
I developed a very deep bond with my Tang, watching him go from afraid and skinny to loving & taken care of. There is something very special about watching an animal make that transition and allow a human "in."
Tang was adopted by a friend of mine that loves him as much as I do. I get to visit him often and I can say that Tang is living the good life with his new dad.
I'm so happy he found me that one Summer night.
P.S. - The picture shown is the first time he let me sit near him while he ate.
Nearly 8 years ago, a friend of mine found Sabbath (blk chihuahua/terrier) hiding in her front yard. After asking around, no one claimed him so we decided to adopt him. Two years later, my sister got Zephyr (tan chihuahua). Zeph and Sabbath became the best of friends. Three years after that, my sister adopted Revs (chihuahua mix w/eye patch!) who was rescued by police officers in an abandoned house. Fast forward to last July...a friend of ours could no longer care for Jeffrey (chihuahua/corgi mix). We decided that Sabbath needed a brother (even though he LOVES his cousins very much!). The four of them are quite a handful, but have brought us so much happiness. We are lucky to have such amazing animals in our lives!
My sister found Sirius as a kitten inside the utility closet at her high school. God knows how he got there, but she snuck him under her coat and left school early. Before Sirius we had been an exclusively all-girl cat household, but as fate would have it, the same day Sirius was found was the day that all three of the girls were at the vet being spayed. So when they came home they were too out of it to protest his presence, and by the time they had recovered they were accustomed to him. That was six years ago, and Sirius remains my favourite cat. He's the only one who allows me to and actually enjoys snuggling and hugging him. Here he is protesting my homework, when clearly giving him treats or scratching his ears is more important.