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the bucky boy the shelter loudest pup
rescued me when i had almost
throughout my dark moments
of sadness and despair
wild, feral bucky boy
was always there.
and although it took
him a year to decide
that doing his business
was meant outside
i would gladly trade
a carpet or two
to have his cute
once again in my view
RIP 22 years in heaven
Three years ago, on a very hot Texas August Saturday, I took our Terrier mix Beazel and our Beagle Husky mix, Jack outside. Knowing NOT to leave her yard, Beazel bolted accross the street and began barking under the house. I got her back inside and decide to check if she had found another apposum living in the crawl space, when I saw two little eyes staring back at me. Then a little red/brown & black face popped out. It was a 8-10lb puppy about 8 weeks old - abandonned and living off dirt clods and bugs. I brought him a bowl of water, thinking he belonged to the person living in the house, and when I cam back to check on him, he had crawled into the bowl and gone to sleep. I called my husband and warned him that we would be taking in a foster pup until the owner claimed him. Three years later, that little pup, Dargo, is over 100lbs of joy - turns out his puppy stature didn't reveal his St Bernard / Ridgeback parentage. The photo is from when he was a very comfy one year old. We lost our Jack but Beazel and Dargo and our cat make our family of five perfect!
Driving to church on Sunday I found two tiny kittens who had been dumped in the road. Two cabbies helped me scoop them up and put them in my car. I took them home, fed and watered the starving little ones, and made a vet appointment for them. They've been nicknamed our "Choir Cats", and are sweet, loving kittens despite their awful first experience with humans. They were only 4 weeks old when I picked them up, and I'll love and cuddle them until they are 12 weeks old, and then adopt them out to very good homes, as I already have 3 cats. Then again, 5 is a nice number...
While walking my Boxer, Moose in February, 2006, he spotted these two kitties up in a tree. They were about 8 weeks old. Someone had taped them up in a box and threw it along the roadway. Two days before I and another good Samaritan rescued them, another passer by had untaped the box and they ran up the tree, It was hilarious rescue, the ladder I had gone home to get and brought back wasn't long enough, but we prevailed and got them down, I brought them home and named them Amos and Andy. They are so funny to watch interacting with each other. Having two cats is so much fun then just one. Moose is now deceased but the three of them bonded from day one and when Moose died they missed their buddy. I would often see the kitties laying on top of Moose and if he couldn't lay down on his bed without disturbing the kitties,he would go else where. Now they have another Boxer, Benny to contend with, they were fonder of Moose then Benny.
Tanay, a red nosed american staffy was unable to walk after being hit by a car.We all went to say goodbye and loud cheering erupted when we saw she was able to urinate.! The vet agreed to keep her till abandonment could be proved, as legally she was still owned by her previous owner. She makes every one smile and is the most popular dog around .
She lives with a cat , ( initially knicknamed car seat cover as she was so soft and fluffy) who was adopted from a litter after I had fostered her mom and siblings. We found two other kittens under the bed one day but managed to find them homes as it was near Christmas. Rescued animals rock!
Chewy looked expectantly to each person who came to the back room of the Humane Society of York County, Fort Mill, South Carolina. He had been there since he was a few weeks old and now he had passed his first birthday and no one had chosen him. He is a chow/shepherd mix and at first glance appears very menacing with his ferocious bark. Chewy was about as unadoptable as you can be. But Moe, the volunteer told me that he was a sweet boy. I took him for a walk and fell in love with his sweet nature. I determined to foster him and find him a forever home.
I took Chewy home to meet our two shelter dogs, Beau and Gigi, bichons and he liked them right away, especially chasing Gigi all over the back yard until she turned the tables and started dogging his heels. Chewy lived up to his name chewing up our drip line, the hose to our garden fountain, lawn furniture, etc. We tried everything to find a home for Chewy but several weeks went by. Finally one of our neighbors who said he reminded him of a pet they had adopted him. Chewy must have thought he died and went to dog heaven as he has a fenced in "forest preserve" for a back yard, a doggie door to an airconditioned area in the garage with a heated bed in the winter and constant running water and two boys eight and ten to play with. He was so happy he soon chewed all he skirting off of their trampoline but by that time he had won their hearts and Chewy had found his forever home.
My boyfriend and I moved into our first apartment in Portland and immediately knew something was missing. Back in LA we used to feed the stray cats and we decided we were ready for a kitty of our own. We went straight to the Oregon Humane Society to look at all the cats who needed a second chance. We saw one tiny, 4 pound kitty curled up in a ball in one of the cat rooms and asked about her. She had been adopted from the Humane Society months earlier, abandoned and then returned to the Humane Society by someone who had found her as a stray - all before she was even 10 months old! She curled up in my boyfriend's arms and started purring. We took her home that day and named her Gnocchi, because she is our tiny little "potato pasta"-size kitty!
Shortly after having to say goodbye to my baby of almost 15 years, Vern, after a long and stressful illness, I couldn't take the emptiness. I went on Petfinder.com and found this handsome little guy who had been in foster care for 6 months after his first 7 months of life on the street. I saw that face and that was it for me. Tucker has been a God send for me during a very painful time. He is a lovable little cuddle bug, who is also playful and silly and just brings a smile to my face every time I look at him. I am grateful to Green Street Rescue, who kept him safe and taken care of until I was ready to bring him home.
After having to put down my mom & dad's beloved SharPei, Bubba, my 81 & 82 year old parents said they would never get another dog - until I saw Buddy, a "lab mix" on a web site for a small country animal shelter. I couldn't get him off my mind and literally forced my parents to go for the "ride". Five minutes after arriving at the shelter 100+ pound Buddy was in the back seat between myself and my mom, huge head in mom's lap. We got him home, he made the rounds of his new 1/2 acre playground, went into the house and plopped himself down by mom. This two year old "puppy" has never touched the artificial flowers or stuffed toys that are on Bubba's grave. He Knows!! He never once has jumped up on anyone, no accidents in the house, very little barking and does not leave their yard. When he started to shed his winter hair we saw the prominent stripe up his back - we had ourselves a Rhodesian Ridgeback - our "Lion Dog"! Much to our amazement he was "Mom's Dog" - He was by her side always. Again "He Knew" - months before we did, he knew, that our wonderful, giving mom had cancer that would take her life three short months after being diagnosed - and Buddy was at her side, head on her hand, until the end. Now our "miracle lion dog" is my dad's constant companion and we don't know what we would do without him. He is 108 pounds of loving, spoiled dog. He has his nightly ice cream with Dad without fail. We thank the Grantsville, Utah Amimal Shelter for giving us this wonderful animal and we thank God for him every day.
Our newest pet, Scooby Doo, is a part Pit, part German Shepherd mix that we adopted from a local rescue, Animal Ark, when he was 8 months old. When I went to look at him, he was already bigger than the ad advertised he’d ever get—still I knew with the type of dog he was he’d have a hard time being placed, so I took him home. He’s a bit of a Marley-type dog who, at a year and a half years old, still chews on everything and with his hundred pounds will bowl you over. But he has a big heart and will even let me stick my hand in his mouth to retrieve any item which has found its way there. It just goes to show that even dogs who aren’t cuddly or well behaved need love and a home too!