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Loving Dogs From My Past |
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These dogs either came through my life and went on to their forever homes or a few stayed on to live out their lives with me. They were all special and taught me lots! Sadly, keep in mind, these are just a special few of the many I've taken in and helped. Not to mention the one's that have yet to find me! |
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This is Kali. My only foster dog who in finding a home for I ended up taking in my next dog in trade. Was a great decision and both her and her new family are doing wonderful! I wish all dogs ended up in families like this! |
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Talk about adorable. These two came into my life just two DAYS after I had back surgery... If you need motivation to move, I'd suggest a couple of the cutest cottonball pups you'll ever see who want to play, destroy things, not to mention go out a billion times a day. There was no need for physical therapy for me... |
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This is Cozmo. He came to me at 8 years old from another rescue with horrible ear infections, a coat you couldn't brush through, he wouldn't let you brush him anyhow, was terrified of anyone, and as it turned out about 50# underweight once I got him shaved and oh yea, no one had noticed he was completely deaf! How awful. People had been scaring them to death every time they touched him forever. I wasn't sure I could help him but had to try. My best ali was Chloe the cat who I'd rescued at just under a pound and just couldn't stay away from him. Needless to say the first time she nuzzled up to him he jumped to the ceiling. The millionth maybe only a foot. The billionth he finally just looked at her. In the short year he lived with me he did learn to trust, follow hand signals, enjoy running at the bark park, playing with the cat then letting her sleep on his back, and did let me brush, pet, and even lean on him to watch tv. He died of a hip problem from living nonstop on concrete but I feel good that he got one year of being a happy, loved dog before he went! |
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Ah my Calvin. I rescued him from a pet store. He had been treated for "kennel cough" 4x in three weeks and when I saw him the last time you could hear the liquid in the lungs. It ran out of his nose when he leaned over. I always took him out of his fishtank cage when I was at the mall since he was already touching the top of the cage and figured he could use the room to run and play even just for a bit. I felt so bad to see him so sick. I asked to see his health records. I asked when the vet was coming back, they said not till after the weekend since it was a holiday. I couldn't stand it. I asked the worker to call the owner and to ask how much she'd sell a almost 3 month old pup who was too big for any of their "cages" for who needed to see a vet today? It took some working but I finally talked to the owner on the phone and we made a deal. She was loosing money on the sick dog. I paid too much but he was safe. He spent the afternoon at my vet with IV antibiotics and fluids. Was on meds for a long time to get better. Had a wonderful life but thanks to puppy mill breeding and a bad spine I sadly had to put him down two weeks after his 4th birthday. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat! |
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My Colonel man. He came to me at 5 years at 82# almost dead. My vet had never seen a grown dog with every kind of mite and puppy mite and heart murmur and that thin and still be alive. I honestly believe he'd rather be dead at that point than have to deal with people. He was terrified of coming out of his crate. He was terrified of me. He was scared if he saw you look at him from another room of the house. Talk about a project. He came around ever so slowly. Finally decided he liked the dogs at the dog park but not the owners. Finally learned to run around and ignore the owners. Finally learned just to have fun and ran like the wind, something I've never seen a 7 and 8 and 9 year old great dane do! He looked so happy. Colonel passed away last summer in '06 at somewhere around 11 1/2 weighing 145# and was a registered therapy dog who got more attention at the nursing homes than his pushy little sister. I miss him to death. He was truely a special being and I hope to find another who touches my heart like he did...I miss him dearly! |
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Jessie was my first great dane rescue. Unfortunately she was so excitable she wanted to greet you at full speed and at face level. It took more than a little training and work to tone her down and teach her "indoor manners" but she learned. She went to live with a wonderful family where she had a paramedic to jog with every morning and every night and had another very active dog to race around the house with so that helped keep her mellow as well. I believe she actually learned to NAP after about a week... |
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This page wouldn't be complete without a spot devoted to Chloe my rescued cat and the other rescued cats that came before and will come after her. These cats do wonders at teaching my dogs, my new dogs and my foster dogs, and even the dogs I dog sit the proper way to greet and treat a feline. Part of that comes because Chloe grew up from less than a pound with two giant St Bernards for company and still to this day believes she is by FAR the biggest dog in the house and won't take anything from anyone smaller than her. She has been one of my best training assests I could ever have asked for! Couldn't leave her out. Hope to always have one like her. Makes life interesting and makes new dogs fun to watch when they go to chase a cat who chases them first! Sadly I had to put Chloe down a couple days ago (9/22/07) due to age related kidney problems. She's already greatly missed by all! |
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Another thank you has to go to MY dogs. The ones who put up with foster dogs coming in and out of the house. Keeping in mind most of them don't come in with good attitudes or manners and need a lot of my time and attention. They adapt and end up comforting scared dogs and puppies even though they aren't thrilled they're here. They play with the grown ones and play softer with the injured. They share my attention with everything that walks through my door and know they aren't allowed to do anything about it but pout (which does get a few extra treats). They've had to show completely neglected dogs how to run, and how to just be dogs. When to be worried and when I'm just saying hi when I get home from work. I believe without them my work would take a whole lot longer and the dogs wouldn't find comfort nearly as quickly. Who else can tell you that a crate isn't a torture box while I'm gone all day at work? I've heard Cheyenne whimper quietly to soothe an upset dog... and it usually works even after everything I can come up with hasn't... I can't take credit for everything... |
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This is Otto. He is a happy purebred German Shepherd who was just in the wrong home. He's a good reminder that you should NEVER give a puppy or a dog as a present! He and his owner just had different personalities. I'm happy to say his former owners now owns Kali (see above) and Otto is owned by a great young family who just thinks he's amazing and is willing to work on the troubles he's already had with elbow dysplasia (thank bad breeding and genetics) and any other health issues that may come up. In turn they have a wonderful, loving dog for them and their 2 year old to enjoy for years to come! Great Ending on All Sides! |
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Ever so sadly I can't possibly have a page about rescues without my little girl who I brought home at 5 weeks old. Yep, the beautiful girl on the homepage is a rescue as well. I hope to never find another dog who needs my help but I know better. I already know of hundreds who would benefit from one on one training and living in a home with it's rules and attention... Maybe someday ...Click on Cheyenne's Photo to get back to our Home Page |
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