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THE MIGHTY STRAY ARMY!(battle ready!)

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A STRAY ARMY in a silent war. We are a large group of stray,shelter,fostered and rescued animals who wish to participate in the war against needless suffering to ourselves and our animal friends. In shelters awaiting death, on the streets suffering and ignored.... We are tired of seeing half truths, justifications and hopeless faces... we are a matchless opponent triumphing good over evil. Our hearts the only weapon to fight with, our love is unstoppable. We will not cower in the face of adversity, or beg for our lives. We have integrity, and are worthy of human companionship. Justice will be ours. WE ARE THE STRAY ARMY!* JOIN US! THIS IS A WAR!

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SEND US YOUR STORIES AND PICS.... THE UNDERDOG WINS!The stories below are contributions from myspacians... who wish to share pics and stories of the animals they love. These animals are success stories, in a world where the odds are overwhelmingly against stray and shelter animals. Capable, loving and loyal, these animals speak through the love of their companions. They got their chance at life that they deserved....as many locked in shelters destined for death contain the same potential as these here... if only they were so lucky. If you have ever considered adopting, please read what these people have to say.-ShelThis is George. Beautiful Georgus.

My brother & I found him almost 7 years ago. I almost hit him with my car! he came out of the woods & was severely dehydrated & malnourished. We managed to catch him & clean him up. He is one of many strays that my brother & I have saved. Cats, dogs, lizards, snakes, rabbits... you get the idea. Anywho, I've been checking the Adopt Me! Philly page everyday... I'm currently going to school for vet tech w/a minor in biology. I plan on helping to conserve our wildlife friends & i will never stop helping our strays find homes, even if I take them in myself. Never is a promise.JESS Date: Jan 22, This is a picture of my newest addition Roxy. I actually found her through Myspace!!! She was living in a shelter in Harlem, New York. I got in contact with the women from the rescue and we began talking about her. I fell in love! I made the LONG trip to New York to adopt her. When i got to the clinic she was so excited!!!! She was so pitiful though with a swollen eye, a cut on her nose, and a huge gash on her tail. I have had her in the house with us for a week now and she is by far the best dog I have ever had in my life. She is loving, protective, playful, and sweet. Adopting her was the best thing i have ever done. I wouldn't change it for the world. I don't think she would either!Original Message From: Jammin' Lady
Date: Jan 9 2007 6:35 PM


I dragged myself groaning from my bed at 5:00 AM on a cold Saturday morning in February of 2005 to see what all the ruckus was about. The way the dogs were carrying on I was expecting to see anything from a wild hog to a masked murderer to (sigh) yet another stray dog.

There she was, lying against the front gate with her back to me. I sighed with relief that she wasn't mauled, chewed up, or dragging broken limbs, and went about winning her trust.

I did the usual - putting up photo posters at all the stores, running ads in two newspapers, and asking questions of everyone in the area. If anyone knew where she came from, no one would admit it. Several said they had seen her travelling through the fields, or the woods, or along the outskirts of their property. She was in fairly decent shape, having only a bad case of hookworms and whipworms and being somewhat underweight.

Her name now is the White Jammin' Lady. She is beautiful, athletic, and intelligent. She can run like a demon, jump like a kangaroo, and swim like an otter. She is easily taught, and everything she has been taught to do she does well. She pulls a scooter trained to directional commands, is an outstanding frisbee catcher, will hold a stay until the cows come home, knows all of her toys by name, and responds to complete sentence commands. While she is vigorous outdoors she is a calm couch potato in the house, and there is nothing better after an early morning hike than to take a nap on the couch with the White Lady's face on the pillow right next to mine.

As far as I am concerned, this little white dog no one wanted is everyone else's LOSS. I have to go now - Jammin' Lady is ready to go to work.

---------------------------------- Original Message ----------------- From: Winston♥Ellie Date: Jan 27, 2007 8:34 PMThis is the story of Diesel.Four years ago there was a dog in our neighborhood, rumor had it she was put out. She was very untrusting of humans. Me and my neighbor fed her but she wouldn't come near us. We named her Juliet.

Then Romeo started showing up with her. Rumor had it his family moved away and left him.

Juliet became pregnant and my neighbor bribed her with Mcdonalds cheeseburgers to get her in his fence. After her puppies were born, we contacted a local Rescue Org which helped with medical and to find homes for all of them. Both parents were heartworm positive.

Me and my husband kept one of the puppies. His name is Diesel. He has 6 back toes, a white tip on his tail and white spotted feet like his father. He is a snuggle baby and I wouldn't trade him or his other 9 animal brothers and sisters for anything in this world!Diesel at 8 mos on a play date w/sister Lucky

Diesel as a puppy

Diesel~now

Original Message ----------------- From: HangMan Date: Jan 27, 2007 3:14 PMHi You said you wanted stories I have a few for you. This one is about a lab/pitbull mik born in a shelter. His littermates and mom were all adopted but not him.My wife and I liked to go to the "shelter" to spend time with the less fortunate animals bring them food ,toys,and take them for walks. No one would take Morgan out cause he was not very good on a leash. When we met him he was 6 mos old. Well we went every weekend to train with him. After a few weeks he was doing wonderful!!!! I realy wanted to take him home but my rottie was 15 yrs old and very sickly. Then one saturday I walked in to take him out for training and I was told on the Q.T that if I didn't take him he would be destroyed on the following Tuesday! Well needless to say he cam home with me the next day!!! That was 2 years ago!! He's a big baby and a loverbiy but is afraid of almost anything new!!! Thanks for your time and I really appreciate what you do!!!!
----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: Compassionate Vegan Date: Jan 14, 2007 7:18 PMMy Preston was left in a cardboard box at a Chevron McDonald's gas station in King County CA of all places! The clerk actually told my sis that the poor little guy had been sitting in that box for about 24 hrs...with no food, or water. Preston was about 5 weeks old and severely anemic due to a massive flea infestation. His skin was literally crawling with fleas. Many were embedded around his eyes so they had to be pulled out. Now he spends his days snuggling with our kitties, running and skijoring with me, playing with my elderly Golden (herself a former stray we adopted from a shelter) and snacking, lots.Here he is with his friends...the two GSD's also from shelters have sadly passed in the past year from illnesses.
----------------- Original Message----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ♥Ska♥Ska♥ Date: 1/10/2007 This is a Picture of the love of my life, who is no longer with us do to someone who decided he didnt like him.His story is, he lived in a trailer park area, and the owners didnt want him so they stuck him in a black garbage bag, put him underneath the trailer, and left him there to die! The shelter got a call from one of the neighbors, they came and got him, rescued him, took care of him, 2 months later, we came and adopted him, when we got him home he was frightend of paper bags, of course, but we got it so he knew we where not gonna hurt him, so then he wasnt scared of paper bags anymore. I love this dog so so much, never thought i could love an animal as much as i love him, he was the best dog i have EVER had.... RIP BRITT! Tiffany Date: 1/11/2007 This is Damien. He was rescued from the side of the freeway the night before Thanksgiving. His Mommy was dead and it was freezing outside. He was literally starving to death, terrified, and would not leave her side. He cried because he did not want to leave her. He was so hungry, he tried to eat my boyfriend's ice cream cone when he got in the car. He had an upper respiratory infection, fleas and ear mites. He barely weighed 4oz. Now, he is over 2lbs. You can see the difference in his pictures. We never even considered finding him a home. He went with us to Thanksgiving dinner the following night. And, has been considered a member of our family ever since then. We already had 9 cats, but he fit right in. We love him dearly. If everyone would rescue an animal they see on the side of the road, they would all be rescued. Remember that. From: Jess
Date: Jan 6 2007 8:45 PM

I fostered a pregnant mom cat, Avery, from PAWS in Montclair, NJ. She gave birth to the kittens in our apartment.

Unfortunantly, Avery came in with a URI and the kittens were sick right away. Two of the smaller ones, the tabbies, stopped eating and we tube fed them, but we unfortunantly lost them.

Two of the kittens made it through the URI, they were named Arwyn and Aeries. Once they were 2 months old, Aeries was adopted. Arwyn and mommy Avery were adopted together. The adopter took my email address and sent me pictures of them in their new home. Unfortunantly, right after Arwyn was vaccinated, she started becoming constipated, and was vomiting. She was taken to the vet multiple times, and it was thought that Arwyn had megacolon. The adopter thought Arwyn would have a terrible life with the disease and told me she was going to put her to sleep.

I took Arwyn back, took her to a different vet, who believed that Arwyn may have something wrong with her, but since she was fine before she was vaccinated, maybe the vaccination lowered her immune system and brought out the disease. She gave Arwyn a remedy to boost up her immune system and Arwyn has not been constipated since. This all happened in September. Arwyn is a happy, healthy 5 month old kitten with a tremendous appetite and energy. She spends her time playing and cuddling with our 3 other cats, and is the sweetest, craziest little girl.

Arwyn is the little tortie in the pictures:

We're so happy we took her back. She's such a love.-------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Chris
Date: Dec 29 2006 9:45 PM

This is my Rottweiler Holly. She was hit by a car and found with her leg hanging off by Boston Animal Control. No one ever claimed her. After 4 surgerys she was allowed to leave the shelter and we adopted her. We've had her almost 2 years now.

-Chris

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From: ~Lovintigeress~
Date: Dec 29 2006 9:31 PM

My mama dog is a rescue. I rescued her over a year ago and since than she has learned to shake paws lol...roll over, sit pretty, lay and listens on command. She was extremely people aggressive but since living in my home she has come to love all shapes and sizes of people. We're still working on some manners but what do you expect from a rescue that was used as a breeding bitch and dog fighter. I had her recently spayed and she's doing great! Look at her now!!!

~hugs~

Kell and mama dog

Shes shaking my hand for a treat

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From: All Quacked Up Mini Farm & Sanctuary
Date: Dec 29 2006 8:34 PM




Ok here goes. I hope the pic doesn't come out huge but it may



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This is Devora, in my view more pics, was found by us after hurricane Rita tore through here last year. She was being chased down the street by some kids with sticks so we made them stop. We had been on our way to the store but my husband said if she was still around on our way back she could come home with us. Well she was gone when we got back, but the next day she showed up at our house and has been with us ever since. We have no idea where she came from and she had never been seen in that neighborhood before the hurricane, but she was definitely there after. Makes ya wonder if she blew in. Now she hangs out here at All Quacked Up Mini Farm & Sanctuary hoping that someday one of those ducks will get just a tad too close lol. She's an awesome dog and loves to play with our other rescued pooch, Gabby.
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From: Evilyn Angelone
Date: Jan 3 2007 9:54 PM




I just want to say that my husband and I stopped at the Ramona Animal Shelter one day out of the blue. It was the best thing we ever did! A beautiful shepard mix caught both our eyes. She jumped up to point to the tag on the cage with her information. I fell in love right away. When we got her home, we realized she was special! We gave her the name "Stickeen" named after the dog owned by the naturalist John Muir. Stickeen never barks unless she senses danger. In fact I have heard her bark only 3 times in the year and a half we have had her. She does, however, try to speak to us with silly sounds. I have never known a smarter dog. Of course Stickeen does have her quirks. She acts more like a giant cat than a dog. The way she stretches, the noises she makes sound like she's meowing, and she's so independant as a cat. Often she tries to crawl into our laps like a kitty would do. And she even cleans her paws like cats do. Stickeen is wonderful with our son. She watches over him carefully. All in all, she has brought so much love and joy to our family. I don't think we could've found a greater friend.

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From: Pam and Greg
Date: Jan 3 2007 9:59 PM




I have a rescue story for you and you said something about tatoo's, well I have a tatoo (posted on my pics) of this very dog that was my rescue.



Back in 1994, around my birthday (10/21) I was feeling lonely and depressed and decided that I was going to get a dog for myself for my birthday. At the time my ex had a dog but this dog was there before me and never took to me like I had tried to get it too. So I started my search. My first stop was at the Hamilton SPCA in NJ and as I walk around and looked at the dogs this one in cage 10 caught my eye. He was an all white with one black spot right above his left eye. He was scared and made no attempt to bark or even pay attention that I was looking at him. At that time I knew he was a pit bull and feared the breed due to all the news about them.



That night when I was home I couldn't get him off my mind so I decided the next day I would go and take a look at him again and again I got the same responce from him. Nothing. So I kept looking around but something in my heart just couldn't stop thinking about him so two days later on a Friday I went back again and this time was different. As soon as he saw me he came right up to the gate and was wagging his tail and licked my hand so I had to go in and ask about him. I was shocked to find out that he was found in a basement with duct tape around his mouth being used as a bait dog. My heart swelled and so did my eyes. As he did further checking on him come to find out he was supposed to be euthanized that morning but due to an emergency at the shelter he was saved. I knew at that moment he was supposed to be mine. SO I told the man I wanted him and started to fill out all the adoption paperwork. Then another animal control officer came in and said you don't want him he'll eat your kids, your dogs and any other living creatures you have. I told him that I would take the chance. My heart was scared but I knew I had to do it.



I got him home and first thing is I wanted to bath him and allthough I was somewhat scared of him, I had faith that he knew I was a good person and would never harm him. And he knew, and I put him in the bath. Next was to introduce him to the kids and then the other dog. NO problems at all. He was home and he knew it. That night I took him for a ride in the car in the front seat with me, just Pike and I, then as we drove he curled up next to me and laid his head on my lap. I knew then he was my new baby.



Over the years Pike had learned so much and taught me and my whole family so much. Most of my family now because of him have pit bulls. Old and young. I feel stupid now that I ever feared this breed. Pike was the best thing, aside my kids, to ever come into my life. He was my true best friend and got me through some of the hardest times of my life.



In 02/2003 he was diagnosed with conjestive heart failure and he had multiple tumors surrounding his heart. I felt as if I was dieing inside cause I knew it wouldn't be long. Before he died though he manage one last thing for me. In May of 2003 I had a pre-mature baby who after 2 weeks in the hospital was allowed to come home but with a heart and breathing monitor. It was difficult for me and everytime I woke up with my baby Pike was right by my side. He kept me going as if to say it was going to be ok.



In the last week of June my son was healthy enough to come off the monitor and I was so excited. I was filled with joy and Pike knew it. I pampered him with a new toy and treats cause he helped me do it. A week later on July 4th I woke up to blood and extreme coughing from Pike. He was dieing and I knew it and I thought I too was going to die with him. I didn't know how to live without him but I knew he was suffering and had to take him to put him down. I could not let him suffer. No matter how bad my heartache was. When we arrived at the vet he knew and I think he wanted me to feel peace with it. He comforted me the way he always did. I decided to be in the room with him when they put him down because I couldn't let him die without me by his side like he always was for me. A piece of me went with him that day.



I vowed to fight in his honor for all pit bulls. I do have another pit bull now and will forever continue to own this breed but he is the one who made the difference in me and I Love him for it.



So this is my story and I need to stop my tears cause even though it's been three years since his passing it still feels like yesterday. If you decide to use my story and need pictures they're on my pics and so is the tatoo I have of him.



Thanks for giving me the chance to tell about him. From: Smashouterysing
Date: Jan 4 2007 1:55 AM

The furry friend in my photo is my cat Finnegan. The wonderful tattoed woman in the photo is my best friend, Erica. She is his godmother and cuddlebuddy when I am out of town.
When Finn was 5 months old he was hit by a car. For weeks I slept on my bathroom floor next to his box. The vet told me that the best thing for him would either to euthanize him or stay with him until he died. I opted to stay with him by his side. Weeks turned into months, casts came off his legs, and his once burst bladder was now fully functioning.
His accident was over 3 years ago, he has a small patch of fur missing on his back, but that just makes me love him more.

Misty DeLeon
Monroe Louisiana

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From: +sizechihuahua ft. -sizetechno
Date: Jan 3 2007 7:32 PM

hope this is good enough for your collection... :)

yoko

This is Techno. She was a stray brought in to the Pennsylvania SPCA. I met her at an adoption event that I was volunteering at. No dogs were adopted at the event since we didn't have a kennel license. A lot of people were interested in her, but nobody ended up putting her on hold. We got so attached to each other that I couldn't stop thinking about her. The next day after work, I couldn't resist and ended up stopping by the shelter to see if she was adopted to a good home. They actually put her on hold for me, thinking that I was going to come back and adopt her. At this point, I couldn't resist, so I ended up taking her home. She was frightened of everything first, but she warmed up and is getting much better. She's been with her big sister (Chihuahua), me, my boyfriend, my roommate and her two cats since May 2006.

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From: Crazy Daisy
Date: Jan 3 2007 1:02 AM

I saw a bulletin that you are looking for rescue pics. Well, my human mama rescued me and here is the before and after...

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From: Puke On Cops
Date: Jan 3 2007 5:43 PM

This is Blossom. She is a 7 year old Rottie/Heeler. I adopted her 6 years ago from an animal sanctuary I worked at. Of the over 600 dogs I helped care for, her and I bonded instantly. She was rescued from a man who chained her in his backyard and starved her. Now she lives with 7 cats and 2 dogs. She loves chasing lawnmowers and bathing foster kittens.

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From: Jack The ManDog
Date: Jan 2 2007 10:50 PM

I went over to a friend's house. He was sitting on the couch eating barbecued ribs. I could hear a puppy crying. "What is that noise," I said. (Chew chew smack smack lick lick napkin) "It's a puppy I found down at the end of the road hiding in the ditch pipe." I gently retrieved the puppy from behind the couch. He was small and black, and didn't even look old enough to be weaned. He sat very still on my knee while I pulled 17 ticks off with tweezers and daubed a little antiseptic on each spot. Only then did he stop crying. We looked into one another's eyes. I experienced the oddest, fleeting sensation that I have never been able to describe, but have never forgotten, and I turned to my friend and said, "Can I take him with me?" I already had five dogs, and I sure didn't need another one, but from the moment I looked into his eyes I was determined to have him. He told me I could take him home, but that I had to bring him back. I got Jack a cardboard box, cut a hole in it, and placed it upside down in the house. Inside he had a little doggie bed and some toys. That was his cave. Well, I never took Jack back. He's right here, right now, and his cave is underneath my four poster bed. This year (2006) we celebrated his 10th birthday.

One day Jack and I walked about 2 1/2 miles around the power company lake dike and went down to where one of the spillways emptied and became a little creek which eventually empties into the Waccamaw River. While the grassy banks had been mowed by the power company, there were rushes a couple of feet high right at the edge of the water. Noting that Jack was particularly interested in a spot in the rushes, and just about to stick his head in, I scolded him away and went over to have a look myself, expecting it was probably a snake. I stopped about a foot away and bent over slightly so I could see, but I didn't see anything. When I turned to locate Jack, he was frozen in position, staring fixedly at a location very close to the position of my feet. Well, having been taught to never approach a snake, Jack points them. He points a snake until you see it and run it away. One afternoon he pointed the little evergreen bush at the front door, and after several attempts to get him to come on and let's go, I finally decided to prove to him that there was no snake in the evergreen bush. Boy was I surprised when I peered into the top of the little bush and a six foot rat snake peered back at me. Anyway, I followed Jack's gaze to the spot he was fixated on, trying not to move anything but my eyes, and it was worse than I ever expected. While I was peeping down into the weeds, a huge cottonmouth water moccasin had crawled out, apparently a couple of feet down from the spot I had been looking in, and was lying in an s curve right in front of my feet. Worse than that, he had his head drawn back and his mouth open. Before I could even take all this in, much less decide how to get out of the predicament, there was a black blur and the snake was gone. I will never forget looking at this enormous snake in Jack's jaws. There was snake writhing everywhere out of both sides of his mouth, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. Apparently that startled Jack, and he slung the snake straight up into the air. If I hadn't moved it would have landed, I believe, around my neck. I jumped so fast, tried to run at the same time, and succeeded in running my legs right out from under me. I hit the ground like a rock and when I rolled over Jack was right there, his black face peering in concern at mine. I clutched his fur and we watched the big black monster make good time back to the water.

The thing is, any one of my eight dogs, some abused and all discarded like trash by the side of the road, probably would have acted as Jack did in the same situation. That is the nature of the dog. And that is why I really dislike it when people say to me, "Oh really, it's only a dog." No, I say, he is a very special being who would lay down his life for me, my best friend, and an honored member of my family. That's who Jack is.

I love you Jack.

Jo



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From: DaPinkDvL
Date: Jan 6 2007 9:02 PM




This story is about several animals we have rescued just in the past year...it is quite long, so please bear with me...




My 4 year old son Taylor, and 7 year old son Jonathan, rescued a long haired hamster out of a garbage can, about 6 months ago... A family was evicted out of a house (down the street), and they litterally threw out this poor hamster IN this aquarium, type housing, with no food or water... It was baking hot outside, and when they found this poor little guy (we named him Hamlet) he was nothing but skin and bones... The neighborhood cats were trying to get him... We thought he was going to die...



My husband ran to the pet store to get him a decent cage, with a wheel and water bottle... It took him about a month and a half to recover, but he is a great little guy now.



At the time, we already had a hamster (named Hamlton), we knew we could not house them together because they were both males, and not from the same family..... He has recovered very well, from his ordeal.



We also have several outdoor cats, that were all neighborhood strays... Due to our youngest sons allergies to cats, we are unable to keep them inside... They have all been spayed and neutered and are very fat and happy... Their names are, Jenny (queen mum as I call her), Tinkerbelle (the snoot), Polly (the Pollydactyl) and Fred the fluffball.



We also have one rescued guinea pig... He was left outside in the heat of the summer, was only fed about every 3 or 4 days... He was also fed cat food... His water bottle had tons of alge growing in it... He had litterally chewed a hole in the bottom of his rusted out cage, trying to escape... We took him, bathed him, because he was living in his own urine and feces, bought him a new house... He had probably never had timothy hay before, or fruit... He is a very happy BIG guy now... Our neighbors offered us their cavie (male as well) so they could be friends... The two live in harmony now inside of our house... Their names are Ben and Jerry now.



We also have a Chihuahua named Bruiser. He is not a rescue though... We bought him from someone, because no one else wanted this cute little guy., he was a 5 month old "deerhead" Chi that no one wanted, I guess because he was a deerhead...



Most recently, we added a female kitten to our household known as the Zoo... She was found on the side of the road by my oldest son Jonathan... At the time, she was having cunvulsions,.. She was also skin and bone... She looked as if she was straved to death... She also had a worm in her neck... We took her to our vet, and they cleaned her up, gave her antibiotics, and her shots, and worm medicine... She was found to have, hook, tape, and round worms at the age of 4 weeks... She is doing wonderfully as well now... I always say, she used up half of her 9 lives by the time she was 4 weeks old..... My son named her "Baby" she will always be his baby.



Thats our story... People think we are nuts... I am sure our vet loves us, because we have a huge heart for animals... Especially mistreated, starved, abused animals... He has made a small fortune off of us, lol..


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From: Insanecatlady
Date: Jan 7 2007 3:04 AM

My cat was a rescue, i was at a bedsit place in reading and got invited to this couples room for a drink. I was sat there for a while and heard this weawing coming from their set of draws. I asked what it was and to my disgust was told its a kitten. Which they had been keeping in the draw and blowing dope smoke in the draw for their entertainment. I got into a blazing row with the couple took the kitten out of the draw and took him home. He fit in the palm of my hand. He was terrified of everything which i soon got him over. Unfortunately i was given a choice by the council about housing five years later and had to let him go as my daughter was only a few months old and we needed housing desperately but he went to a farm in Scotland were he ended up ruling the roost the house the lot. But it broke my heart to let him go.
A few years later i was working in a pub were i met this German shepherd she was under wieght and very neglected another row and then words, i threatened to report the landlord for the state of the dog. Low and behold they gave her to me. It took alot to sort her out she was under wieght scared of everything and every one she hated men too. But i slowly sorted her out after a while and some visits from the RSPCA. Someone reported me for neglect. I took some advice of them and
just gave Abby lots of love. She was brilliant with my daughter and i feel she was my soul mate. She died aged 18. Before she left i heard about another shepherd, that had been dumped at a hotel again very bad condition but i had to make sure Abby would except him. OHH boy did she she practically pushed him in the car The first thing i had to do with him was get him to the vet. His mouth was in a terrible state poor dog couldnt eat he was in so much pain with a rotten mouth the vet told me
the dog would not live past 8 he was 4 then. As he is the runt of the litter with bad skin, dissplaciar, deformed front legs and bad teeth, He is also retarded and has fits
that dog, my saber is now 16 and still with me. He is the gentlest soul you could ever meet. His best friend is a young cat i have who loves him to pieces they play cuddle and the cat will sit with dog if he has a fit till he comes out of it. How sweet is that.
this is abby after 2 years of us being together

this is saber now the gentlest dog in the world

and this is his best pal, Dusty
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From: Ali Mothafukin xSweetlovex $R$
Date: Jan 7 2007 5:36 PM

About 3 years ago when I was 17, I was coming home from a night out with my friends. I pulled up to my house and my mom was sitting on our porch with something in her hands. It wasn't our current chi mutt, and it defiantly wasn't our dalmatian. I got up closer and it was a very fat black and tan chihuahua. I immediately took her out of my mom's arms and asked her for a kiss, and she did. My mom got so mad because for 2 hours she was sitting on the porch with this dog and she wouldn't give her a kiss. My mom said nobody had come looking for their dog in the 3 hours she was outside. Right away I noticed the dog smelled funny and she had a weird pattern on the skin of her belly. So I told her right then and there her new name was Stinky.

I brought her in and gave her a bath but that didn't do anything, and since I worked at a vet hospital for 2 years before that I knew something was wrong. She slept next to me all night. I took her to the vet that week and we learned a whole bunch about Stinky.
1. she has an extremely bad heart murmer
2. she was about 11-14 years old.
3. she had no knee caps (which made her walk very funny, it was cute)
4. she had a severe bacterial skin infection (thus being stinky)
5. she was over weight about 3 lbs...which is a lot for a chi.
6. she was extremely hand shy.

She got sent home with prescription shampoo, truly earning her name. After learning about all of her conditions, I decided it was best not to look for her previous owner. I knew she wasn't a stray from her weight and age, but where ever she came from wasn't the best place for her. So I went out and bought a spike collar, and being the gutter punk I was, I put even bigger spikes on it.
She was my best friend, when I went out on my porch to smoke, she came with, she either layed on the porch or walked down on to the front lawn to lay in the sun. Plus I think she really enjoyed chasing kids on thier bikes. She'd chase them down the block til she got to the corner then walk back. I think she loved to hear people scream. She attacked anyone who tried to touch me, she once chased my friend down because she hit me on the back of the head. And its pretty entertaining to see a 5lb. chi with no knees chase down something 6 times her size. I would skip my last class of the day to go pick her up so after school when my friends and I would hang out on the corner, she could be there walking around.
I don't think I ever once put a leash on her, she just never needed it. She never minded our other 3 dogs either, they ignored her and she ignored them, it was strange. She was never playful, she never played with the toys I bought her and never played with me. I guess she was all business. The only thing that made her happy was being on my lap or by my side, that's all she ever cared about.When she was on my lap she would look up at me and the look in her eyes was so sincere, she knew how much I loved her, and the look just said "nothing else matters but you". Stinky helped me get through a very tough time in my life, she was the most amazing animal I will ever have.
After about 9 months she started to slow down, 3 weeks before she passed I told my mom she was about done, I could just tell. At 2 in the morning I was going to bed, I went into my parents room where she was sleeping and picked her up to take her to my room. I layed her on my bed and noticed she was convulsing, she started to have a heart attack. I yelled to my parents and we watched her for a bit, I didn't know what to do. She defecated on my bed and I started to panic, we picked her up and started to drive to the 24 hour hospital. I gave her CPR the whole way there, bringing her back momentarily each time. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot I felt her leave. We ran into the lobby the whole time I was saying "she's gone", I looked at the nurse and just said "she's gone". They took her and tried to revive her but came out and confirmed it. I fell to the floor and told them to give her back to me. Because I worked at a vet hospital I knew that all there was left for them to do was put her in a bag and put her in the freezer, and I really wanted my hospital to do that. So I took her home and cried all night with her in my arms. When my hospital opened at 7 that morning we took her down. I requested a certain nurse, Sue take her...and I even made Sue cry, I was so emotionless. I had no more, I had spent all the emotions I had.

I was an empty shell without Stinky. I contemplated killing myself days after that, I just had no will to live after my best friend died in my arms. The next week I went on a scheduled trip to Miami, I think that helped me get over it faster. I got a new chi when I got home, I needed another best friend and I found it in my new little guy. But I will never forget the love that Stinky and I shared, it will never be matched with another pet.
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From: Shanda
Date: Jan 7 2007 5:10 PM

Ok, here goes (my tattoo is in progress, so I'll have to send it to you once complete). Let me know if the pic doesn't come through, or if you'd prefer this sent in a different format

Tonka came into my life at a time when I did NOT want another dog. I had a 9 month old APBT who was still very much in his teenage phase, and a 2 1/2 year old Catahoula who was very ill with an unusual disease. I was working two jobs to pay for her medication, and we were all just miserable.

I got a call from a ranch owned by a distant step-relative...they had a litter of Catahoula mix pups, four weeks old, and they didn't want them on the ranch any more. They were the product of their champion NALC penning dog's tryst with one of the Australian Cattle dogs. These people think mutts are useless, and that if a female is bred with a dog of another breed, she is "ruined". Ass-backwards rednecks to say the least.

I was told if I didn't want the pups they'd "take care of them." This, for those of you who haven't figured it out already, means they'd kill them. Usually by gunshot, although drowning was an option, too.
I immediately agreed to take the pups, not knowing how many, boys or girls, whatever. It didn't matter. I offered to take the momma, too, as the babies were only four weeks and I had the sneaking suspicion that mom's time would be up soon.
They sent a ranch hand out to me with five very frightened babies. Four girls, one boy. It was their first time out from under the porch of the main house, and they were frozen stiff with fear. Mama was not included.
I plunked the little mutli-colored balls of fuzz into a basket and told the ranch hand that if they changed their minds about the bitch, to call me back and I'd come out for her. He left without a word.

I spent all of my free time for the next week and half socializing the babies, who turned out to be very bright and filled with personality once they got the hang of things. Ruadh, my APBT, was delighted with all the company, and made it his personal mission to herd the litter around and monitor their every move.

I found homes for all the pups, pretty quickly, too. One was adopted by a friend and is very spoiled, and the others are fat and happy (literally for two of them) in their respective homes. Only the boy didn't remain in his original home, and I was able to handle his second adoption, as well. Not bad for someone fairly new to rescue.
The biggest girl had these sparkling blues eyes, and my mother was quite taken with her. She was the most serious puppy I'd ever encountered. My APBT was the one thing she'd wag her little tail about. I kept her simply because I was so busy dealing with Juno's illness that my big pup was bored senseless. I also knew, on some level, that Juno would be gone soon. I figured that the baby could keep Ruadh content while we all adjusted, and that my mom would adopt her down the road.
Sadly, I was right, and when the pup was only six weeks old, Juno passed. Almost simultaneously I got a call from the ranch, asking if I'd take the mother dog. I said yes, but that afternoon when I made 120 mile drive, I arrived too late. The mottled coat of the pups' mom was lying in the grass by the barn, swarmed with flies. There was a single bullet hole in her head. Unfortunately, because of the animal control ordinances in the area, animals are just property and her "disposal" didn't break any laws, as the ranch stated she had "milk-fever" and was in pain. (My ass.)
The pup grew, and as she did her bond with Ruadh did as well. I looked up one day and realized that they were inseperable. I myself still had little interest in the baby, as I was grieving for Juno. Slowly but surely, though, the serious little blue eyes began to grow on me, and now seven and half years later Tonka is as much a part of me as my right arm. She, Ruadh, and I are a sort of triumverate, you'll rarely encounter one of us without the other two right nearby. Her personality and character have developed, albeit slowly, into that of the most intelligent and perceptive canine I have ever encountered; to balance out my obvious bias, many people have commented the same thing only moments after meeting her. She is truly a most special creature, and I am so lucky to have her in my life. ~S.

----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: Paqari, Dreaming of changing the world Date: Feb 12, 2007 1:41 PMHi, I was wondering if you'd like to add some of my adopted strays to your page?? I live in Chile & feed all the neighborhood strays plus adopt all the ones that are special needs & strange things. I thought I'd see if you'd like to put some of them on your page.This is Angelito. When he came he was just a tiny kitten & very sick. He was diagnosed with FIV (feline aids). Since he was born with it his immune system is really screwed up & his brain was a little bit affected so he can be pretty crazy at times but he's really sweet.This is Paqari. He was dumped & I found him crying for help in the street when he was about 5 weeks old. He's deaf , has hip displacia & FHS, a syndrome that makes it painful for him to be touched. He's a really sweet gentle guy & loves to help me with the stray kittens I bring in.This is Esperanza, my great success story. Some neighborhood girls found him dumped in the garbage when he was one day old & brought him to me. The reason I think of him as a success story isn't simply because he survived being bottle fed & orphaned as much as the fact that somebody found him & bothered with trying to save him. Since one of the things I do here is try to get people to see animals as something other than "just a thing with no feelings" it meant a lot to me that when somebody found him needing help they did something other than just walk past, leaving him to die in a garbage can.So those are some of my little ex strays!----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: Andrea Date: Feb 12, 2007 10:25 AMIn 2002, I was living with my father in OK. One of the neighbors had packed up quickly and left. A few days later my father was sitting out on the porch and could see movement down the road. After getting his binoculars he realized there were cats milling around in the middle of the road. He tried calling to them but no reaction. In that area there is a lot of coyote activity so dad was worried they would be eaten. We made a bed out of a cardboard box and used old clothes for bedding and put it out on the porch along with food and water. We left the porch lights on because they seem to keep the coyotes at bay. During the night we checked out the window and they were all squeezed into the box and one's little stubby tail hung over the side. The next morning we were able to grab one of the kittens and bring him inside. The others had wandered off and left him sleeping in the box. He ran into the garage and holed up in the wheel well for a long time. My dad was able to coax him out by sitting there and talking to him. After a while the other two showed up for more food. We had put an extra bowl out by the ridge and they didn't run when I went outside. I was able to pick them both up at the same time without a problem. Only problem was when my dad opened the door to let me back in did they flip out. But once they saw the other kitten they relaxed. The two kittens eventually relaxed enough to play while the mother cat climbed up into the boxes in the garage and slept for the rest of the day. We were worried for a while but it was only from sheer exhaustion. Dad surmised that they had taken to hiding in the trees to avoid predators and the mama cat had probably stayed awake during most of the time they had been left outside.The cats are Mama Kitty, Bob and Toes. They are spoiled rotten now and still living with my dad.ToesBobMama Kitty----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: Winston♥'sEllie Date: Feb 11, 2007 11:47 PMHi, I have a second rescue story for you.I was on the way to the vet with my oldest Rotty. He gets a Adequan shot each month for his arthritis. We're going down a 60 mph 4 lane highway. Up ahead I see a car pulling off. Then I see this little black thing. I stop and it's a little puppy. She was running down the highway trying to follow whoever just put her out. [The car was to far ahead for me to get the plate]She turned around and ran to my car. So I get out and pick her up. Now having 9 animals I'm not looking for another. I took her to our local animal shelter [telling them if she didn't get adopted I'd pick her back up]So now my rotty Winston is mad because he fell in love with her. So a week later she isn't adopted and I go get her. I'm going to find her a home...as soon as I walk in the door with her she runs to Winston. I knew then I couldn't let her go. She has been very good for Winston, she keeps him active. We named her Savannah West. She is very sweet and loves everybody. I hate to think what would have happened if we hadn't came along that morning.a href='http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.v iewprofile&friendid=101174381&MyToken=4a6bd9f0-98b1- 4bc7-9857-262fa56a5091'{

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