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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.
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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
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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!!!!
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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.
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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:
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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..