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While searching Pet Finder for a JRT for my husband, I came across a JRT mix named Dixie whose time was almost up. It was a Tuesday night and she was scheduled for euthenasia that Friday. Her photos showed a small, timid heartbroken dog just begging for a second chance. Her story was one of abuse and neglect by her former owners and her sadness was evident. I fell in love and begged my husband to get her for me, even though she was over an hour away. He went the next day to the shelter and paid for her. She was spayed on Thursday and came home on Friday, the day she was supposed to have been put to sleep. Because of the mistreatment she suffered, she was skittish and is still fearful of loud, sudden noises. Despite that, she is a smart, loving, affectionate dog who is adored by the whole family. I don't know the details of the abuse she endured but she is now a spoiled couch potato with no shortage of hugs and kisses. I feel like she knows how close she was to the end and is grateful to us for saving her life. She deserved a good home filled with love and that is what she got. I couldn't ask for a better dog and I can't imagine life without her.
I adopted Shadow from a local shelter two years ago. He earned his name from following me around like my shadow. I often think I should have named him Socks, because he takes my socks as soon as I take them off, and snuggles with them. Luckily, he never chews them up! He is the sweetest little guy. He slept on my pillow the first night, and has claimed that spot every night since. He loves to play with my husband and me, and all his toys. He is starting to enjoy our two year old grandson, too. He's a very content, loving little dog, and I'm very glad to have him.
Well, I didn't change the name of my latest cat but the reason why will become clear! In the fall of 2008 my 10 1/2 year old DLH, Hobbes, was diagnosed with an oral tumor. I was devastated! I put him to sleep about 5 weeks later, as he could no longer eat or drink. My twin daughters were 5 years old then and Hobbes regularly slept on their pillows and combed their hair. We talked about what was happening and I told them he was going to God's house to be with my other cats and family members. For the next 2 weeks, every time Corinne cried about anything, it became about Hobbes! Kiera was more stoic about it. It got to the point where my friend who looked after the twins, said it was heartbreaking to see her so sad and that perhaps we should get another cat. I agreed, even though my hubby didn't want another cat. Off we went to the animal shelter anyway! After looking in the big room where the cats run around to play and socialize, we went out to the main reception area where there were other cats in cages. Corinne asked to see one pretty cat and she decided she liked her. I looked at her cage card and told Corinne the cat's name: Michelle! "That's my middle name!" she said and that was it! Michelle is brown tabby DLH but a petite 7 1/2 lbs (Hobbes was 15lb and orange), huge whiskers, white paws, bib and belly like Hobbes and she loves to rub everything and does roly-polys just like he did! She is very sweet and gets along with our sheltie and other cat! So Mish, Misha, Mishmi, Pretty Girl did not change her name!
I had lived in different apartments for several years and had finally bought a home of my own. I knew that I wanted a pet to share love with and was being very careful in the selection process. I wanted a dog that did not shed much, was not overly talkative and was hopefully potty trained already. I had perused different rescue websites, but had not found the little one that I thought would be perfect. One sunny Saturday a friend of mine, who was at a pet supply store, called to let me know that one of the local rescue groups had brought pets in for adoption. I had a feeling that if I walked into the store, I would find a new addition. I was right. My friend had "Eadie" as she had been named in a cart waiting for my arrival. "Eadie" was a one year old rat terrier/red heeler mix and was all legs and ears at that point. I picked her up out of the cart and held her with my hand on her back. She turned her head, licked my face and it was all over from there. She shed...a lot, but it did not matter. I decided to change her name to Scout in honor of the main character in To Kill a Mockingbird, one of my favorite books. The name fit perfectly. When we arrived home, she showed no fear but instead scouted through the entire house, making it her own. We had our share of chewed up socks and pillows as she adjusted and grew up, but the stage passed fairly quickly and was entirely worth it. Scout is my perfect baby and I can't imagine life without her.
I adopted Isis from a local shelter i was volunteering for. She was a gorgeous kitten that needed love and attention..... well i couldnt resist it.... so i adopted her and she is the most loving kitten even though she was born on the streets you cant tell it now as you can see in the picture.... her best friend is a 4 lb. chi
My husband runs a large off track betting site where people bet on horses and dogs. Because we knew some of the stories of how the dogs are mistreated I suggested we owed it to a dog to adopt one and give it a good life when it retired. Once we got approved to bring one home we were matched with a 'cat friendly' 4 year old racer named No Apprehension. We couldn't have found a sweeter addition to our family! Now, "No Apprehension" was a fast pup. He raced sixty times and took first place 11 times! As much as his name fit his racing career, calling out "No!" to get his attention was not an option. "Apprehension" was out, too. So we called him "Appy" for short. Appy loves walks and gets so very animated when he sees us with the leash.... so in no time at all Appy became "Happy."
Got Demon (aka Nootka) when he was about 8 months old. We got him from a fellow musher that had been given him 2 weeks prior. He had a name of Nootka, but we didnt know what that meant. So looking like Demon from the movie Snow Dogs we changed his name. He now knows Demon, Mr D, or D as his name(s). After finding out what Nootka meant it would have been more appropriate name for him...meaning free spirit.
It was too late to change it back by the time we found this out. Demon is anything but a demon or a little monster etc...he is the most gentle of dogs there ever was. Caesar Milan would love to have him in his pack...he has calmed down many of our other sled dogs.
Demon was our 2nd rescued at the time. We lost our 1st rescued 2 years ago. We now have a total of 5 rescued, 2 downsized from friends kennel and have since added 3 more and just had a litter of 8 puppies of which we are keeping 4. They are all sleddogs now.
Looking for a companion for my other foundling furball, I came across Rowdy at the vet's office/local shelter. Of course, all of the cats were gorgeous and all of the kittens cuddly, but Rowdy walked right up to me and started chattering. Loudly. He got as close to my face as he could, put his paws on my cheeks, and hasn't stopped chattering since. I couldn't leave without him. Well, I did have to leave him overnight to get him fixed, but he's been my constant chattering companion ever since. I named him Tanner because of his beautiful tan color, but he probably should have remained Rowdy because the only time he's quiet is when he's asleep, as in the picture above. He's curled up here in my microwave cover and quite comfortable.
Iris, a Boston Terrier mix, was a rescue I found on a site I subscribe to. She was perfect for my needs because I am disabled and not real active - already housebroken, likes to go for rides, loves to snuggle - but she was not UTD on shots and was heart worm positive. That taken care of I realized I had to change her name because Iris was the name of my aunt who raised my mother and Iris just did not fit this baby in my mind. I could see my aunt frowning every time I called her Iris. I couldn't really think of what to call her, but one day Ashley just popped out of my mouth when I called her and she came straight to me, just as she had done when I was calling her Iris. The name change just seemed to come naturally to both of us and I have almost forgotten she was originally named Iris!
When we first adopted Munchkin, they had been calling her Callie, short for Calico. At 6 months old she was still a small cat so we renamed her Munchkin. Now, almost exactly 5 years later. Munchkin is full grown and weighs about 15 lbs. Not so little anymore but still our Munchkin kitty.