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My son & Max "found" each other in the very spot across the street that we lost our Beloved Duke(a 5yr old Black Lab we had since 5wks old).
It was May 2010, about 2wks after Tennessee saw the worst flooding in 100yrs. ,
He could hardly walk, weak, & basically dying.I truly believe he wouldn't have made it another 24hrs. He lay on the front porch for a day. We fed him & gave water. The next day we had another Thunderstorm. I could hear Max crying. When I opened the door to check on him, He ran into our house & hearts. And hasn't left since.
It took about 2days until he moved from "his spot" in the middle of the LR carpet. However, He would slowly limp to the door when he had to go potty, then, back to his "spot". After a week, Max was 80% better. Finally had the strength & courage to "check out the house".
Now, to look at him, you would never know that was the same dog. Its like we have had him since he was a puppy. He Loves to have his tummy rubbed, & to be around someone/anyone. He doesn't like to be in a room alone.He barks at strangers like he owns the place, I we Love it.
We are so blessed to have found each other.
I've always been a cat person and had at least 2 or 3 cats in my house. Two years ago my cat Gordo passed, his mom, Annie, was born 10 years ago in our garage by a stray and has been with us ever since. Six months later my coworker said he couldn't keep his female miniature dachshund (she was 8 months old at the time). The reason he couldn't keep her because she had submissive urination. With lots of love and patience Peanut rarely pees unless she's super excited, which sometimes happens when my son gives her raspberries on her tummy. I didn't realize I could love an animal this much. Then this past January my daughter called saying she found a stray female cocker spaniel wandering the streets in our neighborhood. At first we thought she was dark brown but after a couple of baths she turned into a beautiful strawberry blonde. So we named her Lucy (for Lucile Ball). Peanut and Lucy have become best friends and you won't see one without the other close by. These 2 girls are the sweetest dogs and are great with my family and friends, my neighbors call them my babies. Since the girls I've become a CONFIRMED dog lover. But what about Annie you ask? She's still the queen of the house. She takes walks with us around the block and the girls treat her like royalty...even when she eats their food!
My story starts back in Nov. of 2009, I answered an add on the computer about an elderly boxer that was in desperate need of a good home. When she was found she was very under weight and could barely stand. They had even contimplated putting her to sleep cause they thought no one would ever want her in that condition. But, they seen something in her eyes, a will to live!!! So, I answered their ad and was very lucky to become her new mommy!! She is such a joy and a blessing! Her beginning weight when I took her in was around 35 lbs, now she is a blossoming 57 lbs. She has overcome many obstacles she has had 6 tumors removed ( all of which were either warty substances or fatty tumors) and has had 7 teeth pulled. I would truly be lost without her!!!
Amber was given to me by my cosuin who got her from her owners before him. My cousin had her for about two years. He couldn't take care of her anymore. I coulnd't let such a sweet and loving animal go to the pound. I took her. She has been attached to em ever since. Amber my blue eyed princess. She loves her doggie brother Foxy ( Corgi mix). Amber follows me everywhere in the house. She will lay at the gate until I come back through it. Amber is very gentle.loving,and timid. She loves palying with her duckie. Amber will be 6 years old on September 13,2010.
We met Jerry Lee when we first arrived in Enterprise Alabama. We moved here with five dogs, six cats, a ferret, a rat and a mouse. The dogs were allowed at the hotel, but the cats were not. So a friend of my daughters offered her barn and we took her up on it. The second day we went to tend our cats, this little mini-daschund shows up in the yard. He is skin and bones, covered in blood and fleas. I reached down to pick him up and seen his ear was about torn from his head. My daughters friend said she had never seen the little guy before. So, he came back to the hotel with us.Several months after we took him in, my daughters friend told us that she in fact knew who Jerry Lee belonged to. The neighbor two doors down from her. He wouldn't let Jerry in the house because it was his ex's dog. But he wouldn't let her have him either. Every chance he got, he would go after the little guy. That explained his panic if someone yelled in the house. Also, any loud noises and Jerry would flee and hide. The animal control was called but couldn't do anything as when they would get there, the dog was no where to be found. Finally, the man left for the week and that is when Jerry came to our friends. Since then, he has been repaired, neutered and well fed...He is an absolute doll! Our friend said that the neighbor has never asked about the little guy, but when he was asked, stated that "he was probably ran over, just as well'....
I was working at the main office on a Tuesday, when I got a phone call from our other location about an hour away, that the forklift driver ran over a kitten. He picked it up with a shovel and was about to throw it into a field, when he heard a faint meow. They called me to see if I wanted a kitten. I didn't want it to die alone, so I said yes. I immediately called my vet, explained the story and they agreed to see me when I got off work. The driver brought me a box. Inside that box was a dirty, wet, stinky, kitten. Very tiny. (she weighed 8 ounces) She couldn't hold up her head or open her eyes, etc. At the vet,they told me NOT to get my hopes up, but they would keep her until they could get her to take a bottle. She just wouldn't do it, so they tube fed her. A week later, I brought her home. She was approximately 3 weeks old. We set our alarms to feed our baby every 2 - 3 hours. I took her, in a box, to work with me and continued giving her the round-a-clock care she needed.
Our little Bliss, as we named her, is doing very well. She's growing like a weed. Playing with the other 4 cats and loving the dog.
I never, ever thought she'd make it. There was so much against her. She still has some kind of infection, so she'll be on meds a while yet, but it doesn't seem to slow her down. God brought her to me that cold, damp rainy day, because he knew I'd never let an animal die without at least trying to help it...and he was right.
I don't go to the County Animal Shelters because it breaks my heart to see those poor babies in there and I can't help all of them. But my 2 Boxers escaped one night while I was out so the next morning I went to the local shelter to see if they had been picked up. They weren't there but Mickey was. He was a surrender by his previous owner who could no longer take care of him. My heart melted...he was such a handsome boy and those eyes......Mickey wasn't available for adoption yet so I had to wait a few days but he "accidentally" found his forever home. He is a very big boy with a very big heart. Sometimes I feel like he has an umbilical cord attached to me...he is a Mommas boy. And my other Boxers made it home to and we all live happily ever after.
2 months after my dog of 12 years died I decided I had to get another dog. It was so painful seeing other people enjoying life with their dogs . It was like a huge gaping hole was in my heart.
I searched Petfinder for a couple of weeks. I kept seeing this post for a sad faced Aussie mix dog. Finally, I went to go see this sad ,but beautiful girl.
She was nervous (urinated when I first pet her) but seemed happy for the attention. She had absolutely no training at all. She had been adopted and paid for by someone the day before, gotten spayed/shots, then the person had changed his mind ! So, the shelter only charged me $10.00 for this sweet, precious little girl! I got the deal of a lifetime!! I believe she was just MEANT to be in our family.
Her adoption date was last year on 9/11. We named her Liberty. It seemed very appropriate.
We love her so much .She has proven to just be as gentle, loving and smart as they come. She knows so many commands: sit, shake, down, off, up, come, heel, wait, leave it, wave hi, wipe your face ,bow and even some agility commands: jump & through.
All this from a pound puppy. You know the old saying," One man's trash is another man's treasure". Well, I can say that in this case, its very true. Liberty is a priceless treasure in my eyes!
When I was just a kid, I spied a cat shivering on the roof of my house. I'd seen him around the neighborhood where I lived, but with no collar. He was deathly afraid of humans and clearly was in need of a home but was afraid to come near me. I stayed and talked to him, and tried to let him know I was not a threat. The following day, I sat on my porch when the same cat ran at me, and stole the biscotti I'd been eating from my hands.
For the next sixteen years, he never left my side.
Though he was diagnosed with FIV making him a special needs cat, the thought of such a sweet little guy not having the home he so desperately needed, never entered my mind (especially knowing what his fate would be in a shelter). I took him in, spoiled him in every way, and was rewarded with the most loving, attentive animal I'd ever owned. He began to trust people, and won over the hearts of everybody he encountered with his sweet nature and massive amount of intelligence.
We had to say goodbye to him on June 27, 2010, but he'll never be forgotten. I rescued him from the streets and he rescued me by showing me how rewarding saving an animal can be.
I found Taya, a Rottweiler x at the first shelter I visted 2.5 years ago. She was almost 5 years old and seemed to suit what I was looking for. I met her in the exercise yard and noticed she had a slight limp. I was told she had mild hip dysplasia. This hardly swayed me in my decision - it's not her fault so I would take her home with me. After almost a year in the shelter, she finally found her forever home! Sleeping inside in the warmth has done the trick. I'm glad to say she hasn't had any problems with her hip.
Not a day goes by that I don't wonder how I ended up with such a fabulous dog. I am also amazed that she was at the shelter for so long. Taya is such a beautiful, sweet girl. So well behaved, I couldn't ask for a better dog! She makes me laugh every day and I am so much happier with her in my life. She means absolutely everything to me.