[rocketdog]

My dogs name is Dixie.Dixie and 6 other puppys were rescue from a kill shelter down in South Carolina.My mom went to Room For One More and was looking around and saw 5 husky puppys and a very small sheltie puppy and that was Dixie!She was only 6 weeks old!!!

[Renoman]

Buck was seen being dumped out of a car at a park. He was about 1 y.o. at the time.

Luckily he was scooped up and immediately taken to a Rescue. He was only in the rescue a week before I adopted him.

[Must Love Mutts]

My family rescued a Lab/Boxer mix 10 years ago. He was dropped off at a shelter along with his siblings when they were newborn puppies. The owner of the mother didn't want them because they weren't purebred. I'm just thankful they brought the puppies to a rescue instead of all of the horrible things I have heard about people doing to unwanted newborn animals.

[MegaMuttMom]

My dog was born in the wild. His mother was stray. She and the pups were brought to a kill shelter in Nashville TN. Of the pups, only Cherokee and his sister Cheyenne survived. A rescue based in Rhode Island rescued the mom and pups. Cherokee was brought to Massachusetts in a transport truck with lots of other dogs and was quarantened at a vets office and then went to a foster home. He was 7 months old when we met him at his foster home and we brought him home the next day. He was very well socialized with other dogs but not with people. He had a lot to learn about people and has come such a long way. People who meet him now can hardly believe he was ever timid

[Shaina]

Kim and her litter ended up in a ditch where they joined up with 3 adult dogs. When their rescuer got to them, Kim was the only puppy surviving (they were only like 10 weeks old and had been in the ditch for over a week), so the rescuer too Kim and the 3 adults to her house to care for them and find them homes).

Don't know much about Webster, other than that his owner was kicked out by his girlfriend and he moved out of state, deciding not to take Webster with him.

[TeddieXRuxpin]

Teddie was a stray in Illinois. He was picked up by a couple on their way back to Texas. He was on a busy street and almost got hit by a car so they took him in their car and here he came. They had him groomed since he was covered in mats and burrs in his feet.

I work with a rescue organization called A Different Breed and they came in and were pointed to me by a new volunteer. They let me know the bits and pieces of his story and asked if I knew what they could do with him. They told me there was no way they could keep him.

After already having four fosters come and go I thought one more wouldn't be to much.

I knew very little about his past history or health. And after a trip to PetSmart's little vet section to see if he had a microchip we were in luck; he had one! So I called the company and found out this was not the first time he had been a stray, but the third time. And this time he had come a long way. In Illinois they can't let a stray go home unless he's been microchipped, but they can't force the owner to put any information on it. So with all of the hope in the world we were still left in the dark. Really, I think it was for the best. If he'd been a stray three times there is no way I would have given him back any way.

Since that was a dead end I went back to trying to find a Shih Tzu rescue to take him so I could foster. I couldn't get him placed and I told myself I would just break down and come out of pocket. So I took him to the vet and got him neutered and all of his shots. I found out he had a major yeast infection and had to get medication for that too. I had him heartworm tested and he was negative, basically had everything tested and made sure he was healthy.

I found myself getting more and more attached to him by the day, even by the hour. Almost a year later he's a foster that has made this his forever home. After going through so much I couldn't imagine him any where else, but here asleep in my bed. There were many people willing to adopt him, but no one felt like the right home. No one I would be able to just let him go to.

He got along with everyone and all of the other dogs. Even my sister's ferrets; it's actually one of his favorite times. When he gets to go and play with the ferrets.

Buster and Duncan were both owner surrenders with their litter mates when they were just 8 weeks old. Buster we went looking for, Duncan not so much, but he fit so well.

Mahalo was taken from her owner along with her twin brother because their owner couldn't provide for them.

[Dobermom]

We got Lily , rat terrier from a pet store a long long time ago .

Kasper our female dane came from a BYB that was evil and was going to shoot her since she is deaf .

Samson and Diesel both came from Hand Me Down Dobes .

Ben came from a horrible man that beat him .

Goliath came from a dane rescue .

[Macky]

Tanner, my poodle/cocker spaniel mix was originally from an Amish breeder (not sure but sounds puppymillish to me). My neighbor bought him, kept him for a year and asked us if we wanted him since he and his girlfriend broke up. He's a sweet heart!

We are adopting a kitty from a no kill shelter. Rodman's been there for 11 years. We are going to "break him out" in a few days after he is over his 10 day antibiotic treatment for some dental work he had the other day.

[melgrj7]

Lloyd we got from the local humane society, Lollypop farm. His owners dropped him off and said they had gotten him from a farm, and they had pretty much kept him tied out back. He was almost 7 months old when they dropped him off. He was a wild boy. We went to look at dogs, and saw Lloyd, asked to see him. They wouldn't let us. We had to go 4 times before they would let us see him. Taught him how to sit in a few minutes, and got him to stop jumping by the time we were done playing with him (about 20 minutes). We asked to adopt him, they said yes. He got neutered later that day, and we took him home the next. They were considering putting him down because he was biting, jumping, scratching people. It took us awhile to get him in the car to go home. Once we got home it took awhile to get him up the stairs, he didn't know how to go up them. He bit me twice the first week we had him. He is now almost a year and a half and usually very well behaved. His name was Sparky, Lloyd suits him much better

Allie, her mom was a stray. Her mom was rescued and put in a foster home where she had her pups. 3 or 4 months later, my girlfriends sister and husband adopted her. Her name had been sweet pea, they renamed her Allie. Fast forward to her being 5 years old, amy and sean have an 8 month old baby, Allie did not like having a baby in the house, she was barely eating, very stressed and was starting to snap at the baby. We now have Allie.

[RBark]

Kobe came from a loving family who moved out of country and were not allowed to bring Kobe with them.

Ollie was abandoned and neglected. He ran away several times until it cost too much to pick him up from the shelter. So he was abandoned.

[Alygi]

Colbi was adopted from the SPCA at 2-months-old, 4 years ago this year (in November). She was abused and underweight, but so loving and excited to see us everytime we went to visit her. We were the only people she warmed up to. She chose us before we chose her. She was very head shy and extremely fearful of strangers. She came home with us after being spayed one week after we met her.

[LucyGoosy]

Lucy was found as a stray. She ran in front of the dog control officer's car as he was driving down the road. He almost hit her! He pulled over, opened his door and she hopped in. She was taken back to the shelter, not claimed after the required holding period, and then put on Petfinder.com, where I saw her. I left work early the same day to go see her and was able to bring her home that afternoon. She's been wonderful!

If she did belong to someone and was just wandering on a "joy run", I'm amazed that the owner didn't try to find her because I believe she was treated well and had a good experience whereever she came from. But, if they truly wanted her, they would have gone looking for her, right?? She is a wonderful dog--it's hard to believe anyone would be ok with letting her go.

Shortly after I adopted her, I had a couple of dreams (more like nightmares) that the owner came looking for her at the shelter, they had children that were crying because they missed their dog, and the shelter staff called me to see if I would bring her back so she could be reunited with her family. It felt horrible even in a dream context. Boy, was I glad when I woke up and realized it was just that--a dream!

[lovemygreys]

Our greyhounds all had variously successful (or not) racing careers before being retired and adopted by us.

Our staghound was a rescue from a BYB mill in Florida...placed as a puppy and returned years later when the owner re-married and Wuzho wanted to eat the new wife's cats (or so they said...he's perfectly cat safe with our cats). I stumbled on him on Petfinder.

One of our podengos was imported from Holland and bounced around a bit before she came to us. Her son is our first Podengo - we was born and raised by his breeder until he came to us after he finished his show career with her. Our third podengo is one that we fostered for a few months and she just decided not to leave

Our cur was found on the side of the road eating styrofoam with her puppies. The vet tech that found her took them all in, altered them all and placed them in homes.

[Max'sHuman]

Max was a stray and that's all they could find out about him from the shelter. I suspect he was abandoned because he was pretty skinny and unkempt and skittish around people. I think he can't have had a great home. But who knows? All I know is their loss was my gain.

[JustTess]

We had kept a friend's dog on and off for a few years until she finally rested two years ago. My younger son seemed to miss her the most and asked relentlessly for another dog. I thought it would pass after time. He researched for months looking at various breeds and then rearranged his room to accomodate a dog. We were just going to go to the shelter to look at dogs. I was hoping it might change his mind seeing how much effort is needed to care for them when I explained cleaning up, brushing them, exercising... etc... The terrier/mix just ran up to him and wouldn't let him out of her sight. She had a brother .... the husky. My older son wanted him. We talked for a day or two. I loved the husky and I knew to me he was high maintenance to properly keep him happy. We worked out a schedule of exercise, feeding, cleaning... etc. I'm amazed at how adopting these two dogs have litterally changed our lives. It has brought us closer as a family and my boys have been very good with responsibility. They haven't complained and I am amazed to see them learning about caring for another living thing compassionately. Another amazing thing is both dogs have helped me regain some memory. ... I have gaps in my long term memory due to an illness and without the help of this forum answering my really dumb questions, I couldn't imagine caring for them properly.

[Curbside Prophet]

Elsa was born in a puppy mill that was shut down by local authorities in Missouri (puppy mill capitol of the world). A local purebred rescue organization dispatched a caretaker (with connections) to drive across the country and retrieve her, where shortly there after she found her way into my home/heart. This after an exhausting search to find a mini, and even after being on a waiting list from a breeder (who got me in contact with this rescue in the first place).

I'm happy. I think she's happy...life is good.

[FilleBelle]

I am enjoying all these success stories!

Alvin was originally owned by a Beverly Hills family who thought it was all right to let him out in the neighborhood every morning as long as they fed him dinner when he came back at night. A neighbor became concerned for him and asked the owners if she could just take him. She didn't want to keep him, just wanted to get him out of there, so she gave him to the rescue group from which I got him.

[MyRescueCrew]

I have seven rescue dogs, though I ended up adopting one out to my mother after she fell completely in love with him.

I adopted Audubon, my 7 year old half english pointer/half dalmation from a local rescue when she was 9 weeks old. She had been abandoned by her previous owners.

I adopted Bob, the 9 year old Pomeranian that I adopted out to my mom, last year from a lady who was at animal control to euthanized him. I was there picking up some rabbits for a rescue I volunteered for, and overheard her saying she didn't want him and was there to have him put down. I ended up leaving with Bob, even though he had heartworms, a heart murmur, an enlarged heart, and crushed shoulder. He's now one happy, spoiled camper.

I adopted Katie, my 3 year old Beagle, last year from a local rescue. They were at Petsmart for an adoption day and I was there to buy dog food. I found Katie hunkered down in a crate at the end of the row of barking dogs. She looked up at me, wagged her tail, and it was love at first sniff. Later on, I received her history from the rescue -- she was heartworm positive (now treated), extremely people shy (but now much better) and had been found hanging from a tree before she was turned into a very high-kill shelter. From there the rescue took her in, and then I adopted her.

Bo, my 8 year old beagle, adopted me months ago when I nearly hit him going 60 around a curve on a busy highway. He was obviously an ex hunting dog, underweight and full of ticks and burs, and was never claimed. He was unneutered, unsocialized, and unhousebroken. All that has since been taken care of and he is now the most spoiled creature I have ever met.

I adopted Jake, my 10 year old shih tzu, from an old lady at my previous job (a vet clinic) last year when she decided that after 10 years, she had no time for him anymore because she wanted to go off and travel. I have to admit, however, that no matter how stupid I think her excuse was, Jake was actually taken very well care of and was very spoiled before I got him. I have to admit that.

Blue, my 10 year old pit bull, lived at my current job (another vet clinic) his entire life since he was a few weeks old. 10 years ago, he was brought in by a guy who said Blue had been stepped on. One side of his head, face, and jaw were crushed in. He was fixed up, but the 'owner' never came back for him. He has a huge indent in his head, and his tongue hangs out his mouth. He also can only open his mouth about an inch, so he licks his food up and swallows whole. He's one chunky monkey though. Anyways, he lived there for 10 years, he drools A LOT and his teeth were horrible which made his mouth smell God awful. So, no one messed with him much and Blue spent pretty much all his time in a cage. When I started working there a few months ago, I fell in love with him, and vise versa. I was allowed to adopt him, and afterwards I had some of his teeth pulled and he had a dental done, and he's now the happiest dog in the world, with a good smelling mouth!

Last, but definitely not least, is my new baby Callie. What a sweetie. Callie is a very petite (only 7 pounds) 3 year old long haired dachshund that I just adopted 5 days ago. She belonged to a horrible backyard breeder that bred her over and over and over again even though every litter was stillborn. When I received Callie, she was pregnant, again, her hair was beyond horrible due to thiness or no hair at all in some spots, and her teeth were rotting out of her mouth. She's partially blind and her shoulders are deformed preventing her from walking properly. Callie was spayed yesterday, and we don't know what bred with her, but the two puppies were stillborn already and they were gigantic in size. The vet said there was no way she would've been able to pass them. She also had a dental done and lost nearly all her teeth, close to 16 in all. Callie, however, is the sweetest dog I've ever met and only wants to sit in your lap and love on you.

That's the story of my guys!

[zimandtakandgrrandmimi]

we'll title this story "bolo's lucky day"


a byb dogfighting jack*** stole a beautiful registered pit bull from her owner's car. he took her to his grubby little yard and bred her to a scarred up dog pit champion(supposedly). when the pups were born, the littlest one, a brindled female runt, didn't quite have the look he wanted he decided to shoot her.

my man and his grandfather were driving around that very same day going from breeder to rescue to breeder to rescue looking for a suitable dog to be my man's first hunting pit bull. they had an appointment at one breeder out in the boonies. they got there a bit early to find a grubby redneck holding a pistol to a little brindled pup's head. my man got out and grabbed the dog and kicked the pistol out of the guy's hand. they took her and she was christened 'bolo' after a bolo machete because her mind was just that sharp. after we tipped off the police to the breeder's behavior they busted him holding a small dog fight on his property and arrested him. his dogs were seized. i'm told bolo's mama made back to her real family but there is nothing to support that...at least bolo escaped...

[Lyka_01]

my 2 dogs was given to me by my special friend as a gift....and they are so cute...but I think as lazy as the gift giver...lol...