Thank you so much for helping to bring Mazzi to her forever home. We love her so much! She is the perfect match for us!  Thank you so much for all you and your organization do for animals!!

With Love,  Amy

Here are a few pics of Blitz making himself at home!  He is doing wonderful and is just a great boy. He loves to go on walks and we go about 3 miles a day.  Him and Piper pal around together and get along great. We are so lucky to have gotten him!
 

Take Care,
Sue

Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend.”

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.

I died today.

Love,

Your Puppy

Author Unknown

Wishing you a Merry Christmas,

Debbie & Ruger

How are you??? Hope everything is well with you!

I had company from Norway yesterday and he happened to be the No.1 German shepherd judge in the country of Norway.  He said that Buddy is an excellent specimen of the German shepherd working breed.  He has all the characteristics of the breed and he would give him  a 1st!!!! How about that????

He also showed us how to teach him to search and we are now implementing this.

Honestly, Judi, Buddy is the most loving dog.  We were sooooo lucky to get him!!!! I will be forever grateful to you.

Hugs, Christina

I thought you might like to see Miska doing a few tricks she has learned. This isn’t everything she has learned, I have a hard time remembering everything she has. She is always eager to learn new things, we have been having a lot of fun.

Click to View Miska Doing Tricks!
(The video was to large to put it on our page. The link will take you to Shawn’s Photobucket site to view the video. Use your browser’s back button to return to our site.)

Shawn

Some of the things dogs pick to chew on can be embarrassing (like when Fido decides to drag out your dirty underwear and snack on them in front of your guests!) some can be dangerous, expensive or just downright funny. Of course it’s always important to supervise your dog so that he doesn’t chew on anything dangerous, but we thought we’d hit on the lighter side of things dogs chew on … so here’s a little doggie chew toy humor for you:

The Cost of Dental Care Just Went Up!

I have an interesting little dog fact that cost me $400.00 to find out!  There is something in retainers that are attractive to dogs. My daughter always slipped her’s under her pillow so she wouldn’t forget to wear it at night. We both knew that Lilly was “interested” in it, but she’s very, very nosy and interested in most everything. I was vacuuming the other day and when I got to my daughter’s room the retainer case was all over the floor. Lilly broke into the plastic case and chewed on both the top and bottom retainers. When we got to the orthodontist’s office they told us that there was something in it that attracted dogs. (Nice of them to tell us!) Anyway, I wanted to pass this on to you in case you have an adoptive family and you see braces on their kids!

Contributed by: Lilly’s Adoptive Mom, Linda

Whas’at You Say?

My beloved male chewed up the hearing aid that was on the table next to the bed of my not so favorite ex-husband to the tune of $1,000.00. Dog stayed, husband went!

I learned that the world was not all that scary and cold.
That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold.
You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend.
You loved me and healed me and became my first friend.

And just when I thought you’d done all you do,
There came along not one new lesson, but two.
First you said, “Sweetheart, you’re ready to go.
I’ve done all I can, and you’ve learned all I know.”
Then you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss.
Along came a new family, they even have kids!
They took me to their home, forever to stay.

At first I thought you sent me away.
Then that second lesson became perfectly clear.
No matter how far, you will always be near.

And so, Foster Mom, you know I’ve moved on.
I have a new home, with toys and a lawn.
But I’ll never forget what I learned that first day.
You never really give your fosters away.
You gave me these thoughts to remember you by.

We may never meet again, and now I know why.
You’ll remember I lived with you for a time.
I may not be yours, but you’ll always be mine.

— Author Unknown

Years ago, I owned the very best dog in the world.

I was a child when we got her. She was a graceful brown hound, a foundling who taught me that our pets are not purchased, but ordained. She romped when I did and knew how to smile in that funny way that only some dogs have. She grew up with me, always there when I needed her. My grown hand still remembers the sleek bump on the top of her head and that gentle divot just past her nose that fit my index finger just perfectly.

She passed away during one of my college vacations. My heart broke then, and I knew that there would never be another dog like her, and there hasn’t been. I was sure that I could never love another dog as much as I’d loved her.

Fortunately, I was wrong about that part.

My next dog came into my life when I was married. My husband traveled for a living, and I was often lonely. This dog grew into a lumbering Wolfhound and Sheepdog mix who taught me patience. He was a large, grizzled sentry, that dog. He rarely left my side until the children were born, and then he became their guardian, too. I can still feel that swirl of fur along his back and the weight of his chin when it rested in my lap.

When he passed away, my heart broke. As much as I had loved that childhood dog, I had been wrong This was the very best dog in the world. There would never be another dog like him, and there hasn’ t been. I was sure I  would never love another dog as much as I’d loved him.

I was wrong again.

We got the next one, a loping black Lab-and-Terrier mix, when the children were little. He taught me the importance of adapting. He was everyone’s dog from the beginning, and that was just as it should be. When he played tug of war with the children, he dragged them across the kitchen floor as they shrieked with laughter. He always seemed to sleep in the room of the  child who needed his company the most. These days his face is expressively gray, and he spends more time with me since the almost-grown children aren’t around so much. The other day my oldest, home from college, played tug of war. We all laughed–just a little–as the dog was gently pulled across the kitchen floor.

He is, of course, the very best dog in the world. I will never forget that exquisitely soft tuft of fur behind his ears or the tickley feel when he nuzzles. There won’t be another dog like him.

And that’s okay, because we will never be at this point in our lives again.

Sometimes I’ve wondered why two species that get along so well should have such different life spans. It just doesn’t seem right. And then I wonder if that’s part of the lesson: To teach us that love itself has a spirit that returns again and again and never really dies.

It’s amazing, in a way, how they bring to our ev er-changing lives exactly what it is that we need at the moment. They make room for one another, this family of dogs who has never even met. And they fit–into our families, into our lives, into our memories, and into our hearts–because they always have been and always will be the best dogs in the world.

To the world you are a rescue person … To a rescued dog you are the world!!

Author: Unknown