The adopter is the true hero of rescue opening their heart and home to the once unloved and unwanted animals. With the rescue adoption you take over the voice, and trust me sharing the stories will save others. Please feel free to post pictures and brags...

Thank you for adopting.


Don't Breed or Buy while Shelter animals DIE!!!

Thanks Sherri for those words.

We got our Baby (1/2 chihuahua and 1/2 yorkie) from people who were going to call the humane society to take her as they were in constant trouble from her running the neighborhood. they claimed she would not be fastened to anything or would choke herself to death and that a fence (they didn't have one ) wouldn't keep her in. I found out about her from a friend who gave her to them, the friend owns her mom and dad that's how I know exactly what she is. She looked like she was abused and was very shy but sweet. We only had her 8 weeks when we discovered she has heartworms. We were able to cure her at great time and suffering expense to her and us but BOY was she worth it!!! She truely is our Baby now and bosses us around terrible! LOL Turns out she will do everything they claimed she wouldn't and loves to ride in the car or motorhome. She is so smart!!! I have had a lot of dogs and been blessed with a lot of smart ones but she is the smartest so far. Problem is she got SOOO spoiled while she had the heartworms! She's very good with children but we want to save another dog and she absolutely will not tolerate another dog in her area or around us. She will go right after them no matter what their size and she means business. Her mom is the same way in fact we can't let them be together. If anyone know s how to break this habit PLease help! We would have as many as we can afford vet care for if she would let us. There is a rescue shepard Josh with heartworms we would love to have but don't think she will let us unless there is a way to change her! We have almost an acre of chain link fence and the only time she wants out of it is if we leave it. Shw would be dead now if not for us taking her and what a waste that would have been!!!! We love her so!!!!

Hi. I just wanted to let everyone know how Giles (formerly Simon) was doing. It is a month ago today that we adopted him and we absolutely love him! We had forgotten what it was like to have a young dog in the house and boy is he reminding us! We lost our bouvier Eldon a few months ago and knew we wanted to rescue again. We came to see Simon and after a day of agonizing was it too soon I came back and got him.

He is doing great. I will send pictures. He has made himself right at home. There have been a few indiscretions with a comforter, but those things can be replaced. We have a window seat in our diningroom and that has become his perch. He sits there and watches everyone. My neighbors all tell me how cute he looks sitting there. We are probably going to rescue another dog so he has a companion. We will let him decide who he gets along with. Well, we just wanted to thank you for rescuing him and giving him to us. He is well loved.

My love for Dobermans started way back in June of 87 when I graduated from High School. My Aunt had breed her Dobie and gave one of the pups to me. I was like a daughter to her. I named her Victoria and she and I spent a good year in obedience classes. It was something we liked to do together. I had met my now husband durring that time and he did the classes with us. We married in 92 and adopted a shelter dog for him a boxer mix. He came home one night in the May 94 to find Vikki unable to walk. We took her to the vet and he found a ruptured disk. Unfortuantely newly married and moved to a new AFB we couldn't afford the 1500 to start for the surgery. We had to have her put to sleep. We looked at other dogs but just were not ready. I have always been partial to Dobies since having Vikki she was a special girl. On mothers day of this year I went on line looking for Doberman Rescues. I had been looking for a Dobie in South Dakota were we now live for two years to no avail. They were always gone before we could get to the shelter or person. Well I came across Petco's petfinder and looked in Michigan as we would be there in June. I found Arda and Second Chance Dobes. I went through the dogs on the site. And thats where I found her. Named Girl at the time, her picture just struck me. We talked it over and I filled out the application hope and hopeing they would let us adopted because we live in a different state. Well after talking and emailing back and forth they told us to come out when we get there. I waited and continously checked the site for a month to see if she was still there. We finially made it on June 7th. I didn't need to look at any of the dogs. Arda intoduced herself and I just asked for Girl. Is she still here? She tooks us to see her told us her story and that she tested postive for heartworm and was a little head strong. I said doesn't matter I want her. Now named Dakota has been with us just short of two months and my husband says my face hasn't stopped GLOWING. YOU SAY ADOPTERS ARE THE REAL HERO'S. WELL I COULDN'T' HAVE RESCUED DAKOTA IF ARDA HADN'T OPENED HER HEART FIRST. I would like to say a very specail thanks to Arda and to let her know her Girl is hearworm free and now walks with now problem on the leash.

I just havta tell you about Chauncy. My room mate, Greg, brought Chauncy home from 2nd Chance Dobes about a year ago. I came home and here she was...Greg had dobes before and always told me what awesome dogs they are but I had never been around one before. (I have a Jack Russell Terrier that has always been my baby.) I remember that first evening laying on the floor with Chauncy just rubbing her belly and bonding while her eyes rolled back in her head...sprawled like a big dog-skin rug. Well, since Chauncy has become a lap dog on the couch with me. She sleeps at the foot of my bed and loves to patrol the perimeter of the yard for chipmunks and unfortunate mice. I call her my guardian angel. She is extremely loving and cuddly. Dobes have such a tough reputation but Chauncy is SUCH a LOVER! EXCEPT when someone comes to the door but she's very directable. At first I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control her when a stranger approached but she is SO obedient. She always responds so sharply when I call her back. Greg told me that the woman who owned her previously gave her up because she had a new boyfriend that didn't like her. I truely can not IMAGINE! WHO could give up such a wonderful companion and friend for a MAN?! Baffles my mind! Anyway, I just had to THANK YOU for bringing Chauncy into our lives. She has enriched my world and I can't imagine being without her!

To honor my best friend, my fur brother, i would like to share my tale with you all. It begins before he was born. If i could, i would share his story with you too... but, even i don't know that.
(warning: LONG, very looooooong!) (grab a drink and something to snack on. I'm sure since it took me six hours to write and edit it will take you at least a half hour to read *wink*)
(true enough, he didn't come from a shelter, but i don't think he deserved to be rescued any less, or loved any less. I hope you find it in your hearts to let me share his story with all of you even though he didn't come from a shelter.)

For years i remembered a time in my life when there had been dogs and longed for a shepherd of my own, to sleep in my room with me. A long shaggy one like i had in my memory... or like the fuzzy little mutt ghost that visited me now and then (come to find out it had been the previous owners' dog.) I was about five or six when i asked my parents if we ever had dogs. They brought down the photo album and showed me pictures and told me stories. One had been a tiny hell-beast named Rusty that was put down when i was about three. I remembered him... he had been nice to me for so long. Then there was Baron, a huge shepherd/lab mix that looked 100% shep. though he was 50/50. Guardian/nanny of me. Let no harm come to me furred, human, or otherwise. He would let me inflict all the pain in the world on him that a baby can. He was put down when i was two. ...but i had remembered. I remembered his love and his soft fur.

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(Not even halfway through writing this i realized i must mention that the point of *my* story before King came along is to show you why he is that much more special to me besides for being who he is.)

Since that day i had asked for a dog (that i found out we had dogs at one time). I always got a "no." (being me i also asked "why not?" My parents being who they are explained we couldn't afford one... which is true... food was hard enough for us to come by.) I forget how many years it was until one day we were in Meijer shopping and it happened to be Kid's Day. (By this time the answer turned to responsibility. Though i was a good kid, i was still young, and not knowing my dedication factor, my parents didn't want to be irresponsible. ...and food was still hard to come by... even with help.) Well, next thing i know we're over by the pets, as my parents often did to appease me... i liked looking for the fun of it. Next thing i knew, my dad was telling me to get a fish. I wanted NO part in having a fish. I wanted a dog. Well... whether i wanted it or not i got a fish. They at least let me name it. As time went on, tank size grew and fish were added... more of my parents happiness than mine... but i still enjoyed the hobby(i use this word carefully.) But I STILL wanted a dog and never quit asking. (Probably an average of four times a year... either directly asking or it came up in conversation). I think about two years into having the fish tank my parents let me get a Red-Spotted Newt. I named him Fireball. Had him for a while and he passed away... i think he died from lack of contact... but i had been afraid he'd get sick... I got a second one and named her Liz [Lizard (though inaccurate) / Elizabeth] she was much different in personality, but i tried my best with her too. In time she passed. (my parents understood i did as much research as i could on her problem and there was nothing i could do about her condition... i wish i could have euthanised her instead of her dying the way she did. in the end she suffered.) I still wanted a DOG. . . . (by the way, i must mention i feel that i worked my way up the emotional chain... and as i did, the care for each pet became easier... and Yet to this day i will say a dog is by far THEE EASIEST pet to take care of. but each person feels differently about different chores. ...and while most people kill fish off in a year, we would have had most of our original fish when i left home, if the tank had not blew a seal one day... most of the fish found new homes.) . . . . Nope, but if i could... oooops, i'm skipping time here... I had a male budgie(parakeet as most up here incorrectly know them by.) for a short while during the time i had Liz. There was a fatal accident with him though... that i will never forgive myself for. ...trusting budgies and small ticklish children do NOT mix. Well, i missed him dearly, but my parents didn't know if they should let me try again. If i could raise enough money all on my own (maybe i got my first budgie before my second newt... i was young when this memory happened.) i could get another budgie. Well, i surprised the heck out of my parents, as i was a really shy kid. I was always w/ in sight when i was asking for donations, and i always had a good sense about good and bad people. If i had a bad feeling i didn't go up to a person. I got most of my donations from people we knew in a restaurant. I had raised so much my dad offered to pay the rest... he was amazed 1) it meant so much to me, and 2) that i was willing to overstep my fear/shyness to achieve that goal. So, on to budgie two. Another blue male budgie i dearly miss. For the longest time he was my best friend. He wasn't as smart and as obedient as my first one, but he had a heart of gold. obedience is best left to members of the canine species. In a bird i find it nothing much more than entertaining. Our bond and his soft feathers only made me want a dog even more... but not any dog. A German Shepherd or a mix there of. Sure, there was the neighbor's Shep/Blk. Lab mix that i love and miss... but he wasn't my own dog, and not shaggy. Besides he wasn't a dog, he was way too human, he was just the friendly old guy next door type. Even playing pranks on the neighborhood. Innocent enough though.

Well as usual, i'm looking through the Sunday pet listings (705 and 819 - priced pets / everything freebies for those that don't read the BCT C.) and i see a listing for a female of the breed that my dad had mentioned growing up with... of his favorite of all of the dogs they had. *light bulb* "Hey Dad, there's a Rat Terrier in the paper for $35!" Well, to make a long story short it was one of those "I'll talk to your mother" deals. I sat down and talked to them both. I promised i'd do all of the chores. We went over all of our responsibilities, etc. and they finally agreed. I was finally getting my own dog. and i didn't know what i was getting into. I had no idea what a rat terrier was, all i knew is it was a dog and it was going to be living with us. Yay! *(this is back before i knew anything... and was just a kid and couldn't follow my own advice from now anyhow... i suggest anyone research to find out the best breeds for them are first and then go meet several of each from different homes.)* When i first seen her i thought she was the ugliest thing i had ever seen... but i still wanted a dog, so we got her. ...turned out that there was a 20% chance we shared the same birthday. 99% chance it was w/in three days of each other's. How cool is that!

I was editing this whole thing and i realized i've excluded my third Budgie. She wasn't planned. I still had Petey. We were just in the store buying some fish supplies. But there she was doing all sorts of cute take me home tricks. My dad didn't believe it... but when my parents seen her perform her stuff and how friendly she was, they couldn't refuse. and she was a rare olive green too. Well, it was all an act. She was a B!+**!!!. still funny, but not nice. She dominated my other budgie. I was not happy about that, but she was in my care now.

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Now lets back up two and a half years before her birth. Naw, a little bit more. There is a little lonely only child that had been praying to God and the powers that be, her guardian angel(s), and anyone else out there in control of things that a fuzzy GSD be brought into her life. One like the dog she dearly missed. But different. Something special. Well, someone was listening and putting events into motion... events that would only present themselves as done on purpose over a decade later. Soon a little cute ugly fuzzball with several siblings was born on the west side of Bay City, MI, USA, planet Earth, June 21st, 1990. (I'd still like to meet the owner of his momma.) Only a month later he was living on the east side away from his mom and the people he knew. And a lonely little girl was walking by when he was about 8 weeks old. "Hey, you have a dog now?! Is he a German Shepherd?" "May i pet him?" She was allowed to, and could have all day if she hadn't had to get home and her neighbor wasn't busy. She continued to go see this ball of fluff and watch him grow... on a weekly to monthly basis. Before long the poor little pup was kept outside... and that is how the rest of his life was to be. No matter the temp in summer or winter. No matter the time of day. He only went to the doctor four times between the summer of 1990 and the summer of 2000. Often he went with out food and water. He was labeled vicious by the neighborhood kids because he provided food for himself. (you could see his ribs through his thick fur.) The flies, summer after summer ate away at his already unusually short ears. One of his only friends was the little female human that was a runt like him. She was always nice. She'd race him along the fence, and pet his head or throw a stick. When he was chained up she'd reach through the busted wooded fence slats and pet his head. When she got older and could hunt on her own she'd even sometimes bring him leftovers. When he was three and four he retaliated against the neighborhood kids that abused him. The fence was put up for his protection as well as theirs... They still found ways to torment him. As much as he aggressively tried to protect himself, he always remembered the one human girl was his friend and never so much as growled at her. By the time he was six all his aggression had left him and he seemed like a completely different dog... By seven he seemed completely scared of everyone. Sometimes even the one girl... but he always brightened up for some attention from her. He may have not known it, but even though she had her own dog, she wanted this PERFECT dog for her own... to come live inside her den with her pack. Well, about the time he turned nine his owner(female)'s newest mate started letting him run the streets more and more often... problem was, is that in the morning he couldn't get back in the yard. Sometimes the one girl would let him back in when the sun was coming. He liked her but was to afraid to go to anyone when he was outside his yard. Once he was in his yard he'd run to the front of the yard to meet her and thank her.

In the winter of King's 9th year i had seen him running around night after night. Each morning before school i'd check to see if he needed to be let in. I didn't want him getting caught by the dog pound. My worst fear in the world was loosing him... (or my RT to my dad's abuse but that's a whole 'nother story). I snuck (from his owners... we really didn't talk much so i didn't know if they'd approve. I normally disagree with that practice, but i had been reading up on canine nutrition by this point in time, and he was starving AND loosing fur) scraps over to him when ever i could. Well, one cold snowy moonlight night my dad mentioned that he seen King again while shoveling but couldn't get him to come to him. (We had scraps for him.) Well, to make this short and since i don't remember all the details of that night anyhow.... I spent over an hour convincing him that i wasn't going to hurt him... plus it took finding him (I swear he must have walked at least 10 miles a night!). When he finally learned to trust me, i had the most wonderful time! We roamed the neighborhood together at one in the morning. Not far though as i was able to get him to follow me a bit... and i led him to my house to get food and water. My parents let him in the house for a bit. That night was so magical for me!!! But i felt sad... knowing i'd probably never have a night like that with him again... and i really didn't. Also, i felt this was going to be his last summer coming up. you know... goodbyes that "the powers that be" provide. Out with a bang... the other shep i mentioned earlier sure did. He came over and asked me to come out and play the whole week before he left... too bad i had had so much homework.

Well, one day i find out that the neighbor is getting rid of King, as they are moving!!!... as i found out from one of the boys. He was actually walking King! The way he made it sound she had already found a home for him. For a week i bawled my eyes out. There was nothing anyone could do to comfort me. Finally i went over there to ask her to ask the person if i could have their phone number and address so i could go see King. This is when she tells me that no, there isn't a person, but she had put an ad in the paper. Three responses, no one she liked! so i asked if i could come over and see him since she was still looking. She said i could... so i spent every free minute i had over there with him.

One day not much later there is a knock on the door. The neighbor. She said she can't believe she didn't think to ask me before... but she always knew how much i LOVE King and knows how good i took care of my Ratty T(not her name) (whom i had the pleasure of training and did a darn good job considering all the contradictions and untraining my dad threw in), so she asked if i'd like to take him... for free. OF COURSE!!!!... but i had to ask my parents and most of all my fiancé. We had been looking for an apartment, but that would make the search even harder. I did ask why they were getting rid of him... to grow grass so they could sell the house. So i asked my fiancé as soon as he pulled in the drive... of course i couldn't hold back the tears even before asking, but i tried. As soon as he heard the question he only hesitated a second before uttering one word. YES. that must be one of the top ten moments i've cried the hardest in my life. Then i had all these logical questions... and all he said is "We'll find a way". The next three or four months turned into a battle between convincing my parents to let me keep King on the property until my S.O. (significant other) and I found a place, S.O. and i finding a place, and convincing King's owner to let me keep him there just a bit longer (or she was going to find him a different home or take him to the pound.) During this time i went to see King as often as i could and groomed him. We did everything but get him vet care and license him. As soon as my parents agreed, we made an appointment and then registered him. From apt. search, to trailer park search , to house search. And a good choice it was! I never wanted to live in an apt. and especially not a trailer park. I'm a country/woods gal at heart. The U.P. calls to me. So things at "home" got worse and our house search keep turning up dead ends. Either we couldn't afford it or someone got it before we did. Oddly enough one that we kept passing up either physically or mentally is one we finally came to an open house for (it was out there so long it even switched companies.) By this time we had found a great realtor. We'd recommend her to anyone, but sadly i think she moved. As soon as we stepped in the house we knew it was home. Nothing special, not that big, but the neighborhood is wonderful, and fixer-upper is too cruel to call it. Sure there are things that need to be done, but nothing that can't wait another year or two... while we save up enough money. It feels good not having to worry about loose dogs attacking us here like i did in the old neighborhood. (Which we were mauled by one dog. I'm still mad that Animal Control did nothing after the incident. The mail carrier had repeatedly called in on it, the dog had attacked two of the owner's kids, and it was constantly stray. None of the other neighbors wanted it around either.) There are a few dogs around here that scare me, but i have a path now that i take King on w/ the least danger.

It took King a while to adjust to his new life. At first when we moved in he would not go on the grass in the back yard. we could not even drag him into the yard. He would struggle and scream. So we had to take him for walks. Eventually he went on the perimeter (p.s. fenced in) to urinate. Still had to go on walks for #2. Always cowered when a hand moved. Would never get on furniture, immediately got off if you put him on it and tucked his tail. If you sat on the floor near him he'd get up and leave the room. It took us several weeks to realize... we had gone away, left him free roam in the house (we were proud that he had had no accidents or chewed anything), left meat scraps in the garbage, which is in the open. We had never thought to put it away somewhere... he had never once gone in the garbage. We brought him over after we realized this and explained "No, Trash. Good boy!" and gave him praise. He was thrilled! By the time we moved in, he was leash controlled. It only took me a few more weeks to have what i consider the perfect walking partner. (I have since worked on off leash obedience in case the need ever arises. Better to be prepared. It was tested one day when we were training and we came across a squirrel. he didn't chase it and i praised him. Then i told him to "go get it." He looked backed at me, did a one inch lunge and waged his tail and looked back at me. He knew it was a no-no. I was so happy!) He used to cry and whine, growl, and tuck his tail in his dreams... i can't even imagine what he dreamt about. He still whines now and then, but now he has running dreams like any dog should, and sometimes even tail wagging dreams that will wake us up they are so loud. It took us three years but he will finally sleep on the bed with us and get up in the chair. Both were very long progressive struggles. First only a few seconds on the bed, then a few minutes, etc. Just this past month he started coming up to cuddle me on the floor. Before that he'd let me sit next to him. (many other minor steps, but to give an idea.) He now goes potty anywhere in the yard he wants. Before we fostered some kitties i had him completely paper towel trained for any accidents in the house, be it #1, #2, or vomit. Before that he'd either repeatedly bash his head into the back door or go on the farthest corner in our 2nd bedroom w/ the shag carpet. His V accidents were far and few in-between (one or two other before --->). Sadly he's had a few #2 accidents lately. I think it may be a mix between my comatose state from being sick, not being able to walk him (be it me, or one of my friends) like usual, and his old age. Since both may to blame, i've let it go... he punishes himself enough as it is. ... He has gotten closer to the back door each time thankfully. (Where we let him out AND the designated paper towels are.) (The back room was the kitty room when we had them.) (For while we were away and when the kitty and King were first getting to know each other.) *reaches over and pets a sleeping Fuzzy Butt that is laying on the bed*

Before he was even mine he saved my life at least twice. Twice from that big brute that attacked us. (BTW, that dog was trained to fight. I had seen it being trained a few times. 160 lbs. of pure muscle and rage.) That in itself is a long story with all the details. I have to mention though, is King did not even defend himself, but as soon as that brute attacked me, King was on him lightning fast, as if he were a three yr. old and weighed just as much. (He's 55 now, i think he used to be 40 and malnourished.) Then another time i was walking him to a friend's house and there was a group of teenage boys i had a bad feeling about. Well, King stepped in front of me and wouldn't let me walk any further until the boys were further ahead and had turned down some tracks. You have read some of the ways I have saved him. Well, there is a way each that we continue to save each other every day. That's our secret. *wink* *smile* It's a true devotion of the heart.

I get so many compliments from friends* ---> and strangers on his behavior that right now i am in the process of trying to get him his CGC. He deserves the recognition. His faults for the title that i can see... he still has separation anxiety and sometimes he is too eager to go see another dog. We are working on "leave it". I never cared for the words, he might have listened to me half the time (on leaving things alone)... but then one day in class, it was demonstrated by a CGC certified dog, and that day he had picked it up. It has worked for the most part since that day. He watches and learns... He won't sit on his feet in the truck anymore... he has to sit on his butt w/ his legs in the air... trying to be like us! LOL! One friend that we had watch him one day took him for a walk. We didn't ask the friend to knowing he doesn't like to walk, so i didn't bother giving him any of the commands. He surprised us by doing us the favor. Well, he said that was the greatest walk he has ever had with any dog and really enjoyed it! That made me so proud!!! ...yet i don't think we could pass the heel in the CGC. I don't care to have a dog walk right next to me, and often forget to practice it. So, we're a bit rusty on that. I swear a senior could walk him though. ...As of this past year he doesn't do the run on the first leg of our walk like he used to. (I'd do it to get the pent up energy out of him. We did this for about a block, and then i'd have the perfectly behaved dog... i figured why deprive him of something we both love to do?) ...like jumping up... i taught him to jump up on command only. Got him to stop jumping on people and i still got to enjoy his pounces.

*---> He converted one who only liked cats, and another that disliked all animals. The latter one day even asked us for pictures of Kingy. (Oddly though and it makes me go Hmmm... they both want their own rottie now. o.O?! don't get me wrong, i love rotties, i think most are very sweet, and these people are nice and usually level headed, but most people i know that have a bad @$$ image like these two get them as status symbols. I'm not worried much about the latter as his fiancé has wanted a rottie for years. That encouraged his idea even more.)

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I can't believe i almost forgot to tell you all one of the coolest superficial parts about him though. It truly is something you have to see in person to appreciate. The reaction of people seeing him for the first time is awesome. As i half mentioned already he is long-haired. But not only that, but his is a Black and Silver. Most of his fur starts out being dark at his skin, then in the middle is white or silver, and the tip is black(or dark red) again. So he looks like a rainbow of black and silver in motion. He usually looks black though. http://k9handlerdr.tripod.com/k9handlerdar/id8.html if you would like to see what one looks like. It may take a while to load. Scroll down. King has a skinnier frame, and has cute fluffy cheek tuffs. Of course every dog's colors are slightly different.

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This is for you my beloved fur brother. We'll always be together. I'll miss you when you are taken from me, but i won't let you be taken from me before your time. I hope i have done you justice, and i am glad i got to give you a happy ending. Sorry the furniture got moved around this week. May your memory live on even after your body is gone. Thank you for always being here for me. Thank you Great One, and my Guardian for your timing on things in my life... sometimes unanswered prayers are the best ones. I know things wouldn't have been as great if they had been answered when asked for. Thank you Baron for choosing the cream of the crop for me, i know you still watch over me. To all of you out there on the forum... I wish i had pics to share. I hope you enjoyed our story, sorry if i made you sniffle, or angry. Any questions please ask. Believe it or not i left out MUCH detail. Much of what i included have stories w/in themselves. Six hours later i am wrapping this up.

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King, i love you,
as i'm known online and by my closest friends and family,
~Crow~

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p.s. the events that happened in due time were King being "my" dog, owning a house, being with a guy who loves me, and i'm with him for love, not money.

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p.p.s. This time i am saving this... This is my longest biography yet on him. I haven't saved one i've written. It's one of the subjects i write the longest on... perhaps it's time i save something to copy and paste... except i think i need to make a shorter version! lol!

hello I just wanted everyone to know Maddie her name was goldie. the golden retriever puppy is doing great. she loves going for car rides and loves MCDONALDS my step dad takes her there everyday for her cookie and his diet pop he loves her very much and im so glad i was able to find her for him sincerly Jennifer Madajski

I am checking to see if my signature finally works!

Ok....Can you see him?
He was stranded, his owner was deployed to Irag, so he was left with the girlfirend, she dumped the boyfriend & my hansome little man......Her loss my gain!

Yep, he is very handsome.. what a lucky boy

This is Tango! He came from Voice of Animals out of Cedar Springs! I haven't been able to put Angel's picture on here but I will try again. Can I use 2?

Here's my story of being a companion parrot rescuer.
Joey, the naked quaker....
I started out interested in another bird. Didn't want to buy another baby from the store. So I checked out a rescue in Holt, MI. Became fast friends with the president and was shortly the new mom of a geriatric normal grey and a young white face, both cockatiels. Next thing I new I was fostering more tiels. I absolutly loved it!!! Gradually, I became more involved, fostering more birds, going over applications. Then came Joey. I have the first half of the story second hand, as I wasn't there for the surrender. K arrived to pick up Joey on a cold winter day. Meeting her in the drive way was a older woman and a bird cage. In the bird cage was a scared, nearly bald quaker parrot. No exaggeration, nearly bald. Into the blazer goes Joey to get out of the cold. K gets "the story" from the woman. Joey lived happily with the family and several tiels until the son moved and took the tiels with him. Loosing his flock, Joey became sullen and depressed. He apparently bit the husband and on his direct order, was sent to live in a back room and never be let out the cage again. So in this lonely back room, devoid of contact, Joey lived, bored, alone for about a year. Naturally, an intellegent animal like a parrot suffers greatly when withheld stimulation. So Joey started plucking his feathers. He plucked out every feather he could reach and continued to pluck until the feather follicles were destroyed. He lost all knowledge that human contact could be nice. So finally, the ridiculous people decided to give him up. Not a year earlier, nope now the he was irrepairable.
So Joey came to our rescue and then to live with me. He was nippy, sneaky, and just a stinker. But he had such a personality and was so funny scooting around that little naked rearend!
Finally, we thought we'd found the perfect family. Joey had decided that a widowed male tiel and him were to be together forever and had become inseparable. So to find a proper home, both had to be welcome. We got an application for a young woman looking for a quaker or tiel. She passed with flying colors and would love to have BOTH birds. Now, we fully disclosed Joey and Lynwood's "attitude" problems, as both were generally not nice and hands off. She was perfectly willing to love them as is. So we drove the 3 hour trip to take them to there new home. We spent quite awhile teaching her about the birds, how to take care of them, etc. Everything was fine when we left.
When we had arrived home, there was a message from her already. She didn't want the birds. They bite, she says on the message. (Duh, we told you that) It's late now, so we call her and tell he we'll pick them up tomarrow.
The next day we arrive and find the two birds in a tiny, nasty cage. Neither the girl or the husband have anything to say, yet were adamant the get there NONREFUNDABLE adoption fee back. We leave, with the birds, steam pouring from our heads. Then I notice poor Joey, cowering in the carrier next to Lynwood. Beak looked different. I look closer. Yup. The stupid B (sorry but a B is a had filed his beak down darn near the quick. Same to Lynwood, not nearly as far though.
Joey required mash diet for several weeks. He was unable to crack seed without the point to his beak. Whatever had happend to those birds in that 24 hours was torture. Still, a year later, Joey cowers at the sight of a towel. Prior, he would love to play the towel game. It took him a very long time to come around from whatever had happened. Didn't want contact, would hide when you came near the cage. These fools did major damage to the psyche of those birds.
Now they live with me and will NEVER go anywhere. Joey is better now, more like his old self. The scars are still there.
Unfortunatly, it took more suffering than anything for him to find his forever home. But he's there now and it will take hell freezing over for him to leave!

Leigh Ann, momma to Duke, Ernie, Joey, Lynwood, Jackie, Orion and now Clifford thanks to 2nd chance dobes!

It has been a week over 6 months since we adopted Belle, the senior Irish Setter
that had been featured in the KBAF January news letter. Belle was found beside a freeway, weighed 30 Lbs. was ill and starving. Belle was in stage 3 heart worm,
and had a few other parasites too. Due to the publicity, funds, and prayers so willingly given by members of KBAF Belle has a few comfortable years ahead of her, and I have a constant very loving companion. Belle now weighs in at 78 Lbs.
and is in excellent health, looks very forward to her daily walks and never met a tennis ball she didnt love.
Belle and her 2 adopted sisters (Shannon, an Irish Setter & Annie, an English Pointer) play constantly which is surprising due to Belle's age. I would guess that she is enjoying life for the first time in a long time and is showing it and wearing out my tennis ball throwing arm at the same time. The only place that the "Granny Setter" dosent accompany me is hunting, as she is deathly afraid of gun fire and so must stay home.
Our 3 girls are adopted from Illinois and Shiawassee Humane, and I always recommend a rescue when given the chance. It is really something heart warming
to see a breed specific rescue such as KBAF work so closely with a shelter to save
the life of a very deserving elderly lady like our Belle who is not even close to being a Dobie.
Thank you all again for all of the help, funds, and prayers for Belle, and a special
thanks to Belle's guardian angel at the Shiawassee Humane Society, Amanda.
Doc, Sharon, Belle, Shannon, & Annie

Awwwwww, what a darling!! She looks very cozy on her poofie!!

My rescue story...
Where do I start?? Oh, I know...
When I was 20, I was temporarily living out of home, and decided that it was time for me to get a dog of ALL my own, not a family dog that was really my mum's, but one all to myself. I had always been obsessed with black doberman's. I had seen a commercial at that time in my life, (oh, that was in 1996, I think) of this beautiful, majestic dog as a guard dog, who, once the owner whistled, he would swing around in full chase, and go directly back to his owner. I was amazed and enthralled by this beautiful animal. Hence, I had to get a doberman.
Day after day, I looked in the paper for doberman pups. It wasn't long, before I saw a SINGLE ad, for puppy dobermans, for only $200.00. I phoned, and they had ONE left, a black male, 7 weeks, ready to go. I was in love with him already, before I even met him, and knew it was destiny.
When I met this pup, he was mine forever. He was mild, timid, and had eyes that you could swim in. I cried, and said, "Here ya go, he's going home with me." I handed over the money, and my beloved BJ and I got in the car, and proceeded to drive the hour home, him wrapped around the back of my neck the entire time.
I had BJ my entire adult life. I bought a house at a young age, 21, and he was my one constant throughout 7 1/2 years. He was my best friend, my companion, my confidant. BJ and I matured together, and he was my shoulder to cry on, which I did, many a times, risking the short, brisk fur in my eyes, knowing the comfort in which I got from my pet was worth it. BJ brought me so much joy, happiness, and love, I defended him to everyone and everybody. NO one came between me and BJ. He slept in bed with me, went to family functions with me, travelled up north to see family with me....he was part of my being, and I loved him with all my core.
In October of last year, 2004, BJ got a sore front paw/leg. I checked him for slivers, cuts, etc, and could not find anything. Thinking he probably twisted it on something in the back yard, I let it go for a week or so....when it didn't get better, I took him to the vet. They gave him a prescription for medicam, for joints and cartilege building. For awhile, he seemed to be getting better. Then he got worse...He started collapsing in his hind legs. He was having a harder time to walk. And he was only 7 1/2 years old.
I phoned and talked with the vet a few times, she said, "As long as he's eating, he's probably just hurt his hind quarters." Which, made sense to me, considering he had fallen down the hardwood stairs at my mum's house at the beginning of December. So I kept a close watch on him, but to no avail, with meds and all, he wasn't getting any better, and it was breaking my heart. On Christmas Eve, 2004, I asked my husband, (I'm now married with an infant daughter) to take BJ to the vet, JUST to get looked at, to see if she can do x-rays and bloodwork. I phoned the vet at the time my husband was there, and he told me the news. My beloved pet, my companion and soul mate for so long, was diagnosed with Wobblers Syndrome. My heart broke. I had heard of Wobblers, and knew that it wasn't a good prognosis. It would be progressive, and he would eventually get worse, and worse. My gentle giant, who could run leaps and bounds in seconds, couldn't even get on and off the couch anymore without assistance....he was lost in his own body, and had no control of his legs. My Christmas was heartbreaking, it was my daughters first Christmas, and my dog's last. Talk about bitter sweet. On December 28, 2004, I had the priviledge to hold my beloved beast, my very own gentle giant, and rocked him to sleep, where he would wake up at Rainbow Bridge, and play amongst the other beloved pets who we all miss. I told him over and over I loved him, and waited with him, until he was gone.
My heart was broken, my spirit also. I felt at the time, even though only a short time ago since then, that I could never endure a loss like that again, or to go through the pain of loving a pet and having to let go too early.
Then, surfing the internet only a week or so putting my beloved BJ down, I came across Second Chance Dobes in Clinton Michigan. There was this pup, not even a year, looking in a picture as though to beg for love, looking through a picture with those EYES....his name was Lightning....for 3 weeks after that, I kept on going back to that sight, fighting an internal battle with myself, wanting to see this dog face to face, but not wanting to go through anything heartbreak again...But then I thought, death is just as much a part of life, as life is itself. For 3 weeks, I kept on going to that picture of Lightning, just staring at his pictures, thinking about him, wondering what he was like, thinking, "He has eyes like my BJ did....."
I finally filled out an application for adoption for that little guy on January 27. A day off of one month of putting my gentle giant to sleep. The next day I got a phone call from Allison from Second Chance Dobes, who spoke with me for almost an hour. She asked about my last dog, how I lost him, the situation. I cried as I talked, and apologized for crying, to which she said, "To be honest, I'd be more worried if you DIDN'T cry...." She listened to my story, and then told me I was approved for adoption, and gave me the hours they were open on the weekend. So on Saturday, January 29, 2005, I hoped in my car and went on the 2 hour journey out to Clinton Michigan, from my home city of Windsor, Ontario across from Detroit.
I knew instantly who Lightning was....he stole my heart within a second, and I couldn't, COULDN'T leave him, for fear someone else would take him if I left and came back the next day. He reminded me so much of my BJ, he is sweet, gentle, and all heart...the true persona of a doberman...the reason I love the breed so much.
Lightning, now named Brody, has only been with me for a little over a week now. It feels as though he has always been with me. He is my dog...my companion...and he is where he's supposed to be, with me. I thank Second Chance Dobes for allowing me to open my eyes to the fact that I can love another dog again, and that no, he hasn't replaced my BJ, but he has filled a space that BJ left for another dog to fill. And he is here with me, to honour how much I loved my BJ. And I love my Brody. And he's allowed me to remember SO much more of BJ from days of long ago, when BJ was a pup...memories that until having Brody, I had completely forgotten about. Thank you Second Chance Dobes. Thank you for making, as my best friend said, "Your house is finally back to normal..." after visiting for the first time with Brody there. Thank you for my wonderful furry four legged child and family member. Thank you for just doing what you do, and being who you are. Arda, I imagine there is a tremendous amount of people out there who love you for doing just that. Completing their lives once again by filling them with these wonderful animals. Thank you to everyone there, and Allison, for listening to my heartbreak and truly understanding.
Sincerely,
~Jenny May, Brody and family~

Jenny,
You ARE a true Doberman person, you have loved & lost, But
best of all you are able to love again... Brody is so lucky to be with you.
In this breed, & Ive had them for about 28 years now, you either love
them for as long as you have them, & they never live long enough, or
you get a different breed.
I hope you always feel the way you do & I think you will. Im hoping you
will be able to come & spend some time with Arda & the rescue group.
My daughter & I met you when you came to get Lightening, Heather gave
you a loop lead to take him home with. He bonded with you after 10 minutes
that you were there. When you left, he was looking for you. So glad when
you came back for him... It really showed in the picture Kevin took of
the 2 of you together..
Hugs to both of you
Daisy

Thanks Daisy!
Actually, if Arda wouldn't mind, I was hoping to bring Brody by in around 3 weeks or so, (he's going on his first road trip with the family this weekend!)to show him off, and to thank each of you! Plus, I'd like to meet Allison, considering she was the one who I had spoken to, and cried to, on the phone when she said I was approved for adopting Brody, and I would just like to meet her face to face..
Your daughter was SO sweet to give me her new lead for Brody....the generosity and kindness will never be forgotten...
Hopefully I'll be seeing you all soon, now that I know where I'm going, and don't feel like I"m driving forever!!!! *laugh* I'll be bringing pictures of Brody, so hopefully someone will be able to post them for me!
See you all soon!
~Jenny May & Brody~

hi i know im new and a kid but i still wanted to share my story....my dog shelby was took from the pound to be put in the organization to help give her away because she was not a puppy and didnt have a good chance at getting a home well it was my birthday and my parents finally decided to let me get an animal and i never buy my animals i get the from shelters or from ads in the paper so we had heard of this organization and went the day they were giving them away.they had 5 animals four little bitty adorable black fluffy puppies in a cage i was picking one up and fixing to get it when my mother said hey come look at this one it was a big dog so i still wanted the small black puppy stilll i went over there and i soon as i touched her i knew she was the one i wanted to get and if i wasent there she porbaly would have never got a home now she is 4 years old and my best friend in the world

yea i just made the one above me but i just signed up up dumb move i know but here is the picture of her i dont know if ill ever be on again but still wanted to post a picture -bye

Thanks for the story and pic, she looks like a happy girl, and thankyou for adopting her.

[FONT=Times][SIZE=7][COLOR=blue] hey i have a question how do i get my dogs picture for my name?? and how do i get a signature

Morning Ash:
On the left side of the main page you will see a menu, go to "MY CONTROLS" , Then scroll down to "PERSONAL PROFILE" , then use the EDIT PROFILE, EDIT SIGNATURE and EDIT AVATAR settings
To place photo, use CHANGE PERSONAL PHOTO Please note that Your avatar must be no bigger than 102 pixels by 116 pixels in size. Uploaded avatars from your computer must be no larger than 20 KB.
The following file types are allowed: gif .jpeg .jpg .swf .png
Sherri if asked will probably change a large photo for you to the size required.

I would suggest keeping any info in your profile generic as the board is an open board to encourage people such as yourself to post and participate.
I hope this helps.

Hi, My name is Kristie and I live in Adrian,Mi. A few yrs ago I joined a german shepherd message board and through out several months became friends w/ a lady who ran a home based rescue in Ohio.She mostly focused on pb gsd's,but took in several mixes and even a couple of cockatiels. She had posted on the Rescue section that she had just been contacted by a "breeder"(I'm using the term very loosely) about taking some of her gsd's.They'd simply gotten to be too much for her.It turned out this woman wasn't even feeding the pups she had,every once in a while she'd throw in some cereal into the back room where she kept momma and the pups. She also had a 7 month old female caged outside w/ her intact daddy. Smart,huh ? This woman said she was breeding to supliment her social security. By the time Jan got to this womans home the lady had already sold another puppy,but Jan took 5 pups and the 7 mo old and offered to spay and neuter the mom and dad. Jan was very overwhelmed and I offered to foster one or two of the pups for her.She gladly took me up on it.This is how we got Miss Piper,my wonderfully sweet,smarter than she should be,pretty little girl. here's a pic of her the day we picked her up.She was 3 1/2 months old and only weighed 15 lbs ! She was sooooo tiny !


We also have Lola a 9 yr old shepherd and Comet a 1 1/2 yr old Lab/husky mix. They all get along so well.Although my sweet Piper becomes quite the crock-a-gator when she plays w/ Comet,which is pretty much all day long ! Here's a updated pic of her now. She weighs around 55 lbs and she's long and lanky,but built very petite.She still needs to gain a few more lbs to fill out though.



I hope to learn a lot here and be able to help out in some way.We will always adopt our critters from now on. Way too many are just throw aways.

Welcome to the board Kristie, Your dogs are beautiful.. and very lucky to have such a wonderful mom.....

Hello all,

I just wanted to share my story or actually the stories of my two babies I just adopted. Piper is the shepherd mix (brown, white & black) and Phoebe is the black shepherd. Piper was found wandering the park all by herself at 10 wks. I rescued her from the Madison Heights Animal Welfare Society. She has so much spunk that I felt she really needed a playmate. So I continued my search on Petfinder.com and located Phoebe at the Apollo Shepherd Creek Rescue. So Piper and I drove out to Adrian to pick up Phoebe and the minute I saw her I loved her. I have had them both now for about just over three months and I couldn't be happier.

Missbubblie, Thankyou for chosing adoption you have saved two lives, and denied the puppy mill operators reason to breed. Your girls look like they are having fun and enjoying their forever home.
Welcome to the board, we will be looking forward to updates on Piper and Pheobe and with pictures if possible.

Congrads Misbubblie on opening your heart and home to two formerly unwanted and unloved animals.

We look forward to watching them grow..

Sherri

As both Sherri and Doc said thank you so much for adopting those two beauties.. They look sooo happy. Please join us here on the board and share pictures and stories of your babies as they grow....
Tom & Bonnie

It will be eleven years ago this month that my cat Freeway came into my life, and forever changed it for the better. I worked the graveyard shift as a 911 operator, and just as one of our police officers was beginning his nightly patrol with a rookie he was training, traveling down the interstate in the middle of town, the rookie yelled out to the senior officer that there was a tiny kitten on the long concrete bridge they were crossing. They stopped, and the senior officer was finally able to get to the terrified little kitten. They put her in the police car, and came down to central dispatch. Our officer asked if anyone would be willing to take her home. He told me he would have himself, but he and his family already had numerous cats, and stated that if he took another one home his wife would probably kill him (lol). I could hold her in the palm of my hand, I don't think she was even six weeks old. Our officer brought a can of cat food down on his break and some milk. She certainly had no idea how to eat, and was so hungry she almost drowned herself trying to drink a little of the milk. But her survival instinct must have taken hold, and she decided she wasn't giving up, not now. She just kept working at it until she finally got the hang of the milk, and even attempted the soft food. As I said earlier, that was eleven years ago. When I first brought her home, I told my youngest son, then 12 years old, that he could keep her. But there is an unbelievable bond between she and I that is unexplainable. She is too human to be called a cat. We understand perfectly what each other wants and needs. She has been my constant, faithful companion in times of sickness and health, my sleeping buddy (we usually share the pillow), and my forever dearest old friend. My oldest son said that if the time should ever come that she leaves this world before I do, that he had no idea how I could come to terms with it. To be perfectly honest, I can't imagine my life without her. She is so very special, and we all love her so very much.

What a beautiful heartwarming story, Welcome to the mirescue board and thank you for sharing your Kitty's Story. I am always amazed, on how much pets add to our lifes. The unconditional love, I suppose, but unless you have been touched it not something you can explain, But once you been touched by a pets love you understand. It is a incredible undescrible feeling..



We would love to see pictures and hear more from you.. Sounds like you have an exciting job.



Sherri

It took me two years, but here's a pic of king... He was 10 years old in that pic. Maybe one day i can give an updated pic of him. Not that much has changed. (Other than the red is pretty much gone from under his neck now that he's being taken care of.)

King is very handsome.. He is very lucky to have you

YEP

Thank you "Admin" and Doc :- )

The following is a situation that happened to me at the Humane society Calhoun County.

We live in the country on a dead end dirt road. We have a dog smokey who has been a family member for 8 years. We thought it would be nice to get him a companion. We looked in the paper and online. I stopped by the Humane society to see what they had. They had all these dogs that came from a house in Homer. there was a corgi shelty mix mom and 2 pups. Any one of the 3 were just what we were looking for. Sheltys are nice dog and Corgi are a good family dog. That is what Smokey is. They are both territorial and stay close and don't wander off when we are outside.
After my wife and daughter and smokey go down to look they too get all excited. It is explained we have to be a foster family first before we can adopt. The Puppy has to have all his shots and needs to be fixed. Not a problem.
I was told we needed a fenced in area and I told them I have a runner. they said that would be ok. It was a 110' runner. lots of exercise. But I go out and buy a 4' fence and install it because the humane society says it is better than being on a runner. I don't agree that being fenced up in a 10 x 10 cage is better than being on a 110' runner. I do what the humane society says they think is best for the pup. The fenced in area.
We get the pup and nobody there knows what the pups name is. So we take him home and get him settled. I am a 44 year old disabled man and I slept on the floor with this pup the first couple of nights because he cried. I am retired and home all the time.This pup went everywhere with me.
We were told we would be contacted in a couple weeks for shots checkups etc... which is not a problem. After a few weeks go by I call up and ask what the status is. I am called back and told that "she was embarrassed but I slipped through the cracks." I needed to bring the puppy in for a shot and then he could go right back home. I was told he might be non active to much the rest of the day. So I pack up The pup into the van and my other dog is not going to let me go without him. He jumps in and we head off to the humane society for a shot.
When I get there they That take him away to give him his shot. After about 15 20 minutes I am beginning to wonder what is taking so long. It is only a shot. Then they come back and say they have to do a temperament test. I asked if I could wait. She said the lady that does it won't be in until after hours. I asked if I could have brought him in tomorrow and she said no because the lady would be testing him that night. So I leave without the pup and have to go out to the van where my dog Smokey is looking around for the pup. Trying explaining why we don't have the dog when I don't even understand.
The next day I arrive at 1:30 to pick the pup up because he was tested the night before. They tell he didn't get tested and they would need to keep him longer. I asked what time they close and they said 6:00. I asked if my wife could stop by after work and pick him up. They said yes. When I called before my wife left they said they needed to keep him another night. All this for a temperament test that he would pass with flying colors.
So I go home to wait another day. I get a call about 2:00 today to tell me I can't have the puppy because they didn't see the fenced in enclosure from the street. It can't be seen from the street. Then they say our dog was lose out front. He was out front laying in the afternoon sun while I was planting trees behind the garage. We live on a dead end dirt road in the country. There is no traffic and we are pretty far back away from everything. All I have to do is whistle or call and he will be right at my side.
We have always taken care of our pets and any pets that people drop off on this road. We have never had any complaints. We even turned our neighbors in because they had their dogs in a fenced up pen unkept. I forgot that's where you think they are safest and loved. people with fenced up pens leave them there 24 hours a day with no interaction. I guess that's better than with us where a pup will be loved. He got exercise,people and animal interaction, discipline and guidance.
I guess we are unfit for unwanted animals. sounds weird. We are ready to give a home to an animal that is unwanted and the Humane society of all people says NO.
WHAT A JOKE
The next time we get a letter from the Humane society asking for a donation, we will not be sending another but we will send a copy of this letter as to why not. I will be sending a letter to the enquirer and anybody else I can think of that might be interested

Note:To top it all off. They tell me that kind find any of the paperwork I filled out for the pup. The foster family papers. That's how I fell through the cracks. because they lost the paperwork I am not really a foster family so they take the pup back. The disorganization at this Humane society hurts only the animals and the loving family's that want to adopt them.

May 16 2006
Went down to Humane society to plead our case one more time and show pictures of kennel and any other concerns they had. I was told the pup could not be outside untended. I agree. When he is outside and not in his pen he is supervised. We play catch with the ball. The pup runs around our yard getting exercise and having fun. Now they tell us he can't be lose in the yard even if we are there. How do you play catch with a dog that's on a leash. When I ask about all the people that go to the park and play with their dogs. Nan at the Humane society said according to them it is Unacceptable. Once again I live on a dead end dirt road. no traffic. No nothing. Just privacy. I can't believe that because I want to play with the pup in our yard when we are outside we can't have the pup. The dirt and Abrasions were explained and accepted. A friend of ours had a pup also and we let the 2 play. Our friends pup got a little rough so we separated them. Having the dogs loose while we were outside with them was the reason. It sounds like they want the dog kept in a cage and have little interaction. They can not run free with their owner in the safety of their own yard.
With these kind of standards I can see why the have a lot of animals to adopt out....Oh wait. Nan at the Humane society says they don't have a lot. I guess they don't need my donations any more. My wife who donated from her paycheck every month will be stopping the donations and sending this letter as to why we stopped. They have no problem taking our donations but they have a problem sending a needy pup to our loving home.
In my opinion the Humane society needs to get more organized. We got the run around and are left with an empty kennel and a sad spot in our heart. This is not the way to encourage people to adopt pets. This whole fiasco was ridiculous. Adopting an unwanted animal should not be so hard.

Anyway questions on this situation can be sent to Firebirdking@aol.com.

We just have to brag about Niles! We became his new forever home just two days ago, and he has already settled in wonderfully! Niles has great house manners and is very social with people and other animals. He shows no aggression and loves to be around us. He has already picked up several new commands so easily. Michael and Niles wore each other out just yesterday, after playing in the backyard all day. He loves going for rides in the vehicles and is very polite while riding. We are working on the crate use while we are not home. He is not a fan of staying in the crate, but is improving. With some gentle reinforcement, (feeding in the crate, treats in the crate, and short stays while we are in the house) he will do just fine.
Niles is officially a keeper, in our forever home!
Virginia and Michael

Niles waited a long time for the perfect home.. Thank you

for choosing adoption... and giving him the home he deserves

Thank you Virginia and Michael for sharing the wonderful update on living with Niles.

Everything the past two days has been reminding me of King. That picture with him laying in the yard getting belly rubs sure did! and the one of him laying on the blanket. King's blanket was black and white. I've never seen them anywhere else.

May Niles soon accept his crate as a place of serenity.

Uh oh...I posted my story in it's own thread instead of in here! Oops. You can check out "Precious the Pomeranian" under Happy Ending Stories.

Last Saturday I adopted a Papillon, Tootsie/Tanya, from PCAR. Tootsie was rescued last summer in the woods in Missouri, along with 11 other Papillons who had obviously been turned loose from a puppy mill. There are apparently many puppy mills in the area. She was skinny, filthy, black teeth, flearidden, and generally in bad condition. A wonderful couple fostered her until I adopted her Saturday. They had her teeth cleaned (she lost 12 teeth), had her spayed, fattened her up, and her coat is coming in beautifully. She couldn't have been luckier in being fostered!!! And I couldn't have been luckier in bringing her into my life! She's a wonderful little girl, 7 years old, with the sweetest personality of any dog I've ever seen. I wonder if there's anyone who can give me tips on problems these puppy mill dogs may have after being rescued. I know they're not properly socialized (although she was fortunate to have 2 male Papillon brothers in her foster home & adored them). She doesn't seem to know how to play, and toys mean nothing to her. That's not a problem for me, just wondered if that's common. Any help will be appreciated! Thanks!!!

Rescued by a Pap

Dogs live in the moment, Time patience goes along way..

if you can get a harness, keep her on a leash it will help with house breaking and also help form a bond with you and your new little one. She will also learn the rules of the house.

Most mill dogs do get along well with other dogs. And you would be surpised on how fast they learn to love to snuggle and loved. Their former life will be long forgotten Thank you for choosing rescue.









We would love to see pictures

Congrats and thank you for adopting Tootsie.

I, myself haven't had much personal experience with mill dogs, but i've heard plenty of stories online and from other dog owners.

They're all individuals and each heal emotionally at their own rate. Sometimes they are a "normal" dog in only a few weeks, sometimes months or years, and sadly a few never do get over their turmoil.

It seems most the time that it helps to have a dog that has led a normal comfortable socialized life to teach the rescue dog about being a DOG. Easier to housetrain, easier to teach how to play, etc.

Those are the two biggest reoccurring themes i hear about with mill dogs. (Besides the fear; ) houstraining and teaching them to have fun.

Good luck! ...and don't be afraid to ask more questions :-)

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Please meet little Tonka 8lbs, and little Tanner6lbs.
Tonka was found as tiny puppy in back of a garage sale sitting in hot cardboard box full of flies, sickly, underweight,sad..fortunately his personal angel scooped him up and took him out of there! They nursed him, nurtured him, and got him healthy until at age 5 months he was put up for adoption. We were lucky enough to get him and bring him into our family having just lost our two best canine friends at ages 17 and 15 a year apart
TONKA is now 2,1/2 and doing great, he's my personal friend and we have a wonderful love between us. He was always a bit aloof and suspicious but is so much better now. I wouldn't like to spend a day without him! He's truly in his forever home.

Little Tanner is 7/8 yrs old, we call him 8yrs old and gave him his adoption date for his birthday )Oct. 17th,)since the neglective breeder ( hate the phrase puppy mill) wasn't even sure. He'd been bred until he was exhausted and sick. All his teeth were rotted and full of infection. He has a deformity of the spine and rear end. vet isn't sure why, perhaps congenital or from circumstances, but not repairable. Next Monday Oct 27th he gets his LAST two teeth surgically removed and infection removed . He's on antibiotics and will be for a while. NOW can you believe he's the most trustful, sweet little love ever and already acts like he adores us! He also is for sure in his forever home and like Tonka will go everywhere with us, even to Florida with us for the Winter as we do..we are seniors and have adopted before, this is a wonderful way to complete your family!

we feel there are NO throwaway animals! They are all on this earth for a reason, and every one of them counts just as we do!
We are done now , adopting , as we know our limits but if something happens to wither of them we will certainly go the same route and adopt again..thanks for reading our little story.