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A Home for Baron, Too?

Thanksgiving was bitterly cold, with snow predicted. Another Humane Society of Cherokee County rescuer and I met that afternoon to try rounding up a skinny, abandoned black lab and her eight toddlers I’d been caring for at a vacant mobile home east of town. But they weren’t under the trailer as usual. Mama had stashed her brood in a locked shed full of junk, through an opening too small for humans, on the other side of a barbed wire fence.

What to do? Aha! In my car was the turkey carcass a friend had given me after lunch, thinking my own dogs would like a treat. I scrambled through the fence, tore off a few turkey scraps and tossed them toward the gap. Here came a little nose, then, ever so hesitantly, another and another as I slowly made “Hansel & Gretel trails” to within arm’s length. I grabbed the babies by ones and twos and handed them across the fence. We were freezing and my greasy fingers were numb by the time all pups were loaded and mama realized she had to come as well.

Mama became plump and sleek. She and all but one of her offspring were eventually adopted. That one is Baron, our next-to-longest shelter resident. Shy and fearful, he’s been passed over for years as others come and go. But at last there’s been a breakthrough because of a team who made him a special project, spending untold hours patiently building trust. Each step has been encouraging, such as when he first came forward for a treat, and the first time he sat for several minutes of petting.

Dear, beautiful Baron, we’re not giving up and we know you’re trying. Could there also be a home for you?

Evelyn
Tahlequah, OK

Love; Pure and Simple

I'm trying to find the words to explain what Roman meant to his people, and its a lot harder than I thought it would be. He wasn't a rescue, shelter, or puppy mill dog, he was well cared for and wanted from the moment of his conception, and the first and only litter his mother would have. Maybe this means I shouldn't be posting here, but I believe you'll excuse me for this.

Roman was only with us for 2 1/2 years due to epilieptic seizures that could no longer be controlled with medication, or what we now suspect may have been a brain tumor, but the time that we had with him will be cherished for as long as the hearts he touched are still beating.

"The best way to honor a beloved pet is to love another."

Our handsome baby boy deserves to be honored and he will be. His fur and people family will see to that.

Thank you to Dr. Lore, and the staff at Cliffcrest Animal Clinic for your kindness and support.

J McCluskey
Toronto, ON, Canada

Amy

2008 started off badly for our family. We lost our Jack Russell, illness, and our Chihuahua, old age. So for valentines day I wanted to do something nice for my wife. While browsing through petfinder.com, I discovered a mixed breed Jack Russell/Chihuahua. On Saturday morning we packed up our other 2 dogs and headed to the adoption site. While waiting for this dog, my wife spotted this little Long Hair Chihuahua. It was a lovely dog, but she had some hip problems and she was missing one back paw. My wife declared that no one would adopt this dog, so we would. During the adoption process, we learned that she was dropped off at the closed animal shelter in the middle of the night. One of the workers noticed a little head poking out from a cardboard box on the ground. How can people be so cruel? She has been a lovely addition to our family. At the rescue site, they named her Skitter because she would "skitter" across the floor. It sounded dumb so we named her Amy instead. She still gets around pretty well for her condition. She loves going out with the other dogs for a walk. However she gets to ride in a little pet stroller.

Andrew Koper
Benicia, CA

Tala the BIG "Little Sister"

Tala, (Native American for WOLF) came into our lives on Halloween. We already had a poodle (she was my sweet 16 gift) and knew we had much more love to share since we had no kids (yet). I was browsing Craigslist and found this beauty, wolf/husky\shephard mix and thought she was one of the most beautiful girls in the world. This was the first time I saw her on Craigslist, but the woman from whom we adopted her said that is where she was when she got her :(. My husband and I immediately fell in love with her, she grew attached to my poodle and they are BEST FRIENDS! 'Lil Bit the poodle, rules the roost and the cat, Jack, is the alpha, but they all seemed to fall in love with eachother. When I went out of town and tool 'Lil Bit with me, Tala found a stuffed animal (pictured above) that was similar to little bit and decided to have herself a "baby" she took that thing everywhere for the week, then laid off of it when 'Lil Bit and I came home, but continued to be "momma" until the stuffed animal was no more. I don't know how many times I sewed that toy back together just because she enjoyed it so much.

Without Tala, 'Lil Bit would not have her "Big-Little Sister" who has brought life back into her. She is aging, but there is something about having that girl in her life!!

We love you babies!!!

Love,

Mom & Dad

Kathern Schilling
Centerton, AR

Days of Old

I wanted to get a dog for my son. The local Humane Society told me about a lab mix who was in need of a new home. With my son in tow, we took our red station wagon to pick up the dog. Since the current owner's landlord would not allow the dog in the house, he was tied to a stake in the yard. He was in sad condition covered with mange.

After a brief talk with the owner, we loaded the dog, named, "Cracker" into our car and headed for home. I took the dog to the vets and he gave us some icky orange cream to apply to the mange. After regular applications, Cracker soon appeared much better. The vet was surprised at Cracker's quick recovery. He told me that Cracker was happy in his new home and being under less stress allowed him to get well.

Years later we received our homeowner's association newsletter. I quickly glanced at it and left it on the kitchen table. After a few days, my son and daughter told me that they believed an article in the newsletter was written by the previous owner of Cracker. I read the article again. The lady said that she was suffering guilt over having to give away her. All the previous owner could remember was a lady and her son came to pick up the dog with a red wagon.

I had forgotten about having had a red station wagon. I called the previous owner. She had been driving through our neighborhood hoping to see the dog. Our backyard was fenced so Cracker was never out where she might see him. I assured her that Cracker was well loved and having a happy life. She was delighted Cracker had found a happy ending.

winnie burton
prince frederick, MD

Saving Miss Daisy

Sal was on patrol in Prospect Park when another officer noticed this scared female boxer tied to a chair. She was thin, with a horrible rash around her neck where her collar was. Her previous owner must have had her tied up all the time. She was barking, so the officer went over and gave her a plate of food and water which she happily gulped down. When Sal came over to pet her, she jumped and licked his face. Sal paraded her around the park and announcements were made asking for her owner to come and get her. To no avail. After his tour was over, he called me and told me he was bringing another dog home. We were a little concerned, since we already had another rescue named Max, and were worried if they would get along.

Once home we put Daisy in the back yard and introduced her to Max. Right off she went to attack him. We felt horrible but we didn't want to put Max in a bad situation, so we immediately made phone calls to see if we could get her a home. A lot of people seemed interested, because she was a full breed, but I became very suspicious that people were only looking to breed her for financial gain. During these phone calls Daisy would jump on us and lick our faces, as if to say "NO! Please! Give me another shot! I want to stay here!"

So we looked at each other and decided to try once more to bring out Max and see what happened. Max came out and Daisy and him started playing and chasing each other through the yard. And we knew right then and there that she wasn't going anywhere. She was our new girl.

Flavia Miralles
New York, NY

Saving Cisco

He was on Craigslist - twice. His story begins at our local shelter. He had been there a while and his stay was coming to an end, because who wants a senior dog (12 yrs)? A very nice young woman saw him every time she went there looking for a new friend. When she asked about him and learned his fate, she couldn't say no to adopting him. After a few months, it looked like this was not the right home for him. She didn't want to bring him back to the shelter as is their policy, because he most likely would have been put down. So, she posted an ad on Craigslist. I ignored this first ad (I already have 3 dogs). He was taken in by some people who had a dog. But, when he wasn't getting along with their dog they brought him back and tied him to their door because they were not home (this was January in Wisconsin!) So, another ad on Craigslist. I didn't ignore it this time. I had to know his story. I saw him and decided to take a chance on a little, old dog. I knew I would have to practice patience during this transition and it paid off. He is right where he is supposed to be. I didn't think I could love an old, adopted dog as much as I love Cisco.

It is because of Cisco's courage and the love and laughter he has brought to my home that I was inspired to volunteer at a no-kill shelter.

Katie Walters
Green Bay, WI

Bella

Well we knew we wanted a dog and we also knew that rescue dogs needed a home more than anything. We looked and looked and one day we we went to Cedar Rapids Ia animal shelter. And there was "Molly" she called out to us right away. Our oldest daughter was estatic! She said can we name her Rubella after a little giggle we explained to her what that was and so she said how about Bella? That was alot better. Well it was memorial day weekend 2008 so we had to leave her until that tuesday so they could get everything in order and make her pretty. So come tuesday we had a new member of our family. About three weeks later the floods of 2008 came and completely destroyed the shelter where she was at. I mean they were taking animals out on boats. It was bad! So I like to think of ourselves as her guardian angels. I can't even imagine what would have happened if we had not adopted her. She is the most awesome dog we could ever ask for and she loves her mom dad and sisters. We can't imagine life without her!!

Megan Shepard
Grinnell, IA

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

MR. BOJANGLES CAME IN TO THE ANIMAL SHELTER ON NOVEMBER 28TH. HE WAS AN OLD CAT...AND I MEAN OLD. HE COULD HARDLY WALK, HAD ONLY A FEW TEETH, AND WAS PRETTY BONEY.

I KNEW THE OWNER WOULD BE PUTTING HIM TO SLEEP AFTER HIS 7 DAYS WERE UP IF NOBODY CLAIMED HIM, BECAUSE HE WOULD THINK THAT MR. BOJANGLES WAS "UNADOPTABLE".

I VOLUNTEERED ON SUNDAY LIKE NORMAL. MR. BOJANGLES WASN'T DOING VERY WELL. HE WAS LIMPING, SHAKING AND NOT EATING MUCH. I HELD HIM FOR A WHILE, BUT KNEW IN MY HEART HE WASN'T GOING TO MAKE IT TOO LONG ANYMORE.

I TOLD THE OWNER THAT WE SHOULD PUT MR. BOJANGLES TO SLEEP ON MONDAY. HE WAS SUFFERING AND IT WASN'T FAIR TO HIM.

I CRIED A LITTLE WHEN NOBODY SAW ME, AND I HELD MR. BOJANGLES A COUPLE MORE TIMES....GIVING HIM SMOOCHIES AND TELLING HIM I WAS SORRY.

WHILE I WAS CLEANING, A MAN AND HIS DAUGHTER CAME IN AND SAID THEY WERE LOOKING FOR THEIR CAT. THEY SAW IT ONLINE AND THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE THEIRS.

ALL OF A SUDDEN THE GIRL STARTED TO CRY..."OH MY GOD, IT'S CHUBBO!" I THOUGHT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT THE CAT BELOW MR. BOJANGLES-BUT NO! SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT MR. BOJANGLES! SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE HAD TO GIVE HER CATS AWAY A COUPLE MONTHS AGO AND THAT HE WAS ONE OF THEM. SHE SAID IT WAS VERY HARD TO GIVE HIM AWAY, BECAUSE HE WAS 15 YEARS OLD. I WAS SO HAPPY I STARTED TO CRY. I TOLD HER SHE COULD JUST TAKE HIM HOME FOR NO FEE.

CHUBBO WENT HOME FOR CHRISTMAS...I DON'T CARE IF I GET ANYTHING FOR CHRISTMAS NOW....

Donna Domine
Marshfield, WI

Former Puppy Mill Mama, Happy & Carefree !

Jez (Jezebelle), the day we brought her home from Anti-Cruelty in July of 2008. She was one of over 740, (yes I said OVER 740) dogs rescued from a puppy mill in Tennessee.(Google "puppy mill Tennessee 2008")

She had no concept of grass, stairs, or even how to drink water from a bowl. They estimate that she was 3 yrs old at the time we got her, and had already had a few litters of puppies by that time. If I could just get my hands around the neck of that Witch that had her.......

But, on a brighter note, the WITCH that ran that mill....... she got TEN YEARS in jail with a 100% serve time and is to have no contact with ANY kind of animal for the rest of her miserable days! Karma is sweet ! How does it feel for YOU to be in a cage WITCH !

Kathleen Graft
Burlington, WI
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