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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!
My husband and I had been without a dog for a year and a half. We decided it was time, so I went to our local shelter looking for a lab cross. An adult female, looking rather elderly, was the only lab cross there. She had been picked up in a neighboring town, running loose, skinny and full of fleas. Labeled a strong and somewhat difficult dog, she had been at the shelter for four months. We visited and walked our "Zoey" for a few weeks and then brought her home. She was not so strong or difficult that love, attention, and training couldn't fix. She has responded by adapting beautifully to our household of cats, barn full of horses, and acres of land on which to run, play, and swim. She is sweet and loving, a wonderful dog thoroughly attached to the two of us, as we are to her.
After our first Maine Coon died (of old age), we decided that we really wanted another. Over the years, we have adopted several cats from local shelters so that's where we started. We got lucky on our first visit! There was a fuzzy gray cat, about 7-8 months old who had just been brought in that day. Some nice lady found him, took him to her vet to have a rabies shot & then dropped him off. It was love at first purr. He smelled terrible & had burrs & knots in his tummy fur. After a bath & a tummy trim, he made himself completely at home.
Prozak's job is to sleep & spread gray fur around the house - he has mastered both. The 1" long gray fur he started with has matured into a beautiful 4" long silky coat, but he loves it when we cut it short for the summer. He drags his string toy around, he talks to us and he whines like a baby for treats. All in all, Prozak has us completely under his furry power.
Bentley is a Chow-chow/Golden Retriever mix. I adopted him from my niece in California, who adopted him from the local animal shelter when he was a puppy. I flew him home with me and that was 11 years ago. He's the sweetest doggie - so gentle and gives the best doggie kisses. Bentley is 12 years old now and has large-cell lymphoma. He's been receiving chemo drug therapy for about 8 weeks.
One of the things I love about Bentley is his constant 'happy' attitude. He still wags his tail, plays with his two 'brothers' (also both rescued), and greets the walkers and joggers at our back fence. I'm sad that eventually Bentley will succumb to the cancer, but until then he and I will live each day to the fullest. He's brought nothing but joy to my life.
To those out there searching for the 'perfect' dog - visit your local animal shelter. Rescued animals have a way of living with a grateful attitude. And so should we.
It took a year and a half of searching the rescue pages to find the perfect match for me and my two boy dogs. Pipp I. Longstocking is the sweetest, happiest, hardest working and cutest girl dog. Pipp completes my three Muskateers. If I don't mention the fact that she is deaf, nobody would ever know. A big thank you from the four of us to the rescuers that help give the greatest gifts to man a second chance.
We adopted Dakota two years ago when she was about one year old. The family that had her was having a new baby and didn't want her around a newborn. She is the most loving dog ever and we don't know how we could live without her.
I like you to meet my sweet Gypsi girl. She was up for adoption at the local shelter and her photo was featured in the newspaper. I couldn't resist that sweet face. She wasn't too sure about sharing a home with my little boy Bandi (both are Shih-tzu's) but after a couple of days they bonded. Finding the perfect name for her was a tough decision but as we were walking one day, I told her that she was a little gypsy and that she could probably tell me some interesting tales. She looked at me when I said gypsy and that's why I named her "Gypsi".
We adopted Max (lab/border collie mix) from a local shelter when he was 4 months old. Shortly after, we volunteered to foster BoBo, a 10 month old lab mix. BoBo and Max hit it off from day one and we adopted BoBo a week later. We wondered how anyone could give up such a loving gentle dog? Our "boyz" are awesome! We could not imagine our life without them and they are the best of buds!
We were looking to add to our family after we lost our sweetheart Shana to cancer and found an adoption group called Paws 4 You Rescue in Miami. Even though we live an hour away we made the drive and fell madly in love with Riley who we think is a Tibetan Terrier mix. Murphy, an Aire-Doodle, who is also a rescue accepted her instantly and they are the best of friends now. They both keep us smiling. Rescue groups don't get enough credit for the hard work that they do. Thank you Paws 4 You!
My husband drives a transport van, part time. On a regular lady's pickup every two weeks, he saw a small dog tied to a tree where she left him when she was away. On this particular day, he saw Muffin tied to the tree, right next to their travel trailer, in a terrible thunderstorm, with no shelter, food or water and said her boyfriend would not allow him inside the travel trailer. My husband asked the woman if she would let him have the dog. She said "Yes, I'm sure you can give him a better home than I can". Two weeks later, the travel trailer burned to the ground, destroying the tree where Muffin would have been tied at the time of the fire. We had renamed him "Muffin" because he looked like a ragmuffin but today we call him "Lucky Muffin". And we too are so lucky to have him. He is a joy and even gets along with all of our cats.