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I found Nizoni (nee-jho-nee) starving to death on the Navajo reservation when she was 10 weeks old. The women there told me to take her if I wanted her since people dumped their dogs out there all the time, and that she would likely die. I couldn't leave her behind, so we took her along on our road trip of the southwest. In Canyon de Chelly I bought some jewelry from a group of women and their daughters. I hadn't chosen a name yet and I enlisted their help, wanting to give her a Navajo name. They chose Nizoni, which means "beauty". It was perfect for her. She's been my beautiful Navajo girl for 10 years now, and I can't imagine life without her.
I already had two dogs the morning i went to a high kill animal shelter to help a friend who does a lot of foster work, rescuing dogs and helping to place them in homes. Rosie, 7 at the time, was hours away from being put down. The volunteers had placed a "love bug" sign on her cage hoping to get people interested in adopting her but because of her age and a large cyst on her side the size of a grapefruit they weren't having much luck. Plus she was so terrified from all the noise and whatever she had been through to get here that she couldn't stop shaking. As soon as we took her out and petted her it was like she came to life again. I simply could not leave her behind. The cyst turned out to be nothing but water and this dog has simply not stopped smiling since i brought her home.
Standing outside a hotel just off the highway, trying to get a cell phone signal, my husband saw someone throw something from a moving car. He told me he could hear cries and went to investigate. He found a small kitten that was badly injured. After a visit to the vet the next day and time to recover from a broken hip, Mr. Max is our handsome King of the Jungle. He is about 15 pounds, very loving, purrs like a loud roar, and is a master bird watcher. Abuse is NEVER ok ... We love our Mr. Max and he will never have to worry about being thrown away again.
We wanted a gentle companion for our Airedale with bad joints. When we saw Ladd on the Collie Rescue of the Carolinas site, he sounded just right. He'd been there months because he was a Smooth Collie Mix, not purebred. Well, whatever his mix, it was the recipe for the perfect dog. He loves and protects his "sister," Molly and is the most loving dog I've ever seen. We feel so lucky to have him. Rescue dogs rock.
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!