MEET THE PETS
Bugsy. He showed up here
one day around the end of
1999, I think in September
or October, and came up to
me crying. He was full
grown. I tried to pet him and
get him to go on, but he
wouldn't, so he's still here
and it's been at least three
years. He is a sick baby
though, and has awful
seizures that he has to have
meds for every day. As long
as the med counts are good,
he goes months with no
trouble at all. The meds do
make him hungry all the
time, so he is a little -- well
a lot -- chunky. And a lot
spoiled since I get so up set
when he has one of his
really bad seizures and can
almost never leave him
unless there is someone
else to watch over him in
case he has a seizure..
one day around the end of
1999, I think in September
or October, and came up to
me crying. He was full
grown. I tried to pet him and
get him to go on, but he
wouldn't, so he's still here
and it's been at least three
years. He is a sick baby
though, and has awful
seizures that he has to have
meds for every day. As long
as the med counts are good,
he goes months with no
trouble at all. The meds do
make him hungry all the
time, so he is a little -- well
a lot -- chunky. And a lot
spoiled since I get so up set
when he has one of his
really bad seizures and can
almost never leave him
unless there is someone
else to watch over him in
case he has a seizure..
Lucky. He has been a
part of our family since
October 1995. We named
him Lucky because he
was lucky we found him
when we did. He was
bald and covered with
sores, starved until he
was pot bellied, and
probably about five
weeks old tops. It was
going to freeze that
night, and we found him
just before dark in my
mom's driveway. We
knew he would have
never made it through
the night if we hadn't
found him when we did.
part of our family since
October 1995. We named
him Lucky because he
was lucky we found him
when we did. He was
bald and covered with
sores, starved until he
was pot bellied, and
probably about five
weeks old tops. It was
going to freeze that
night, and we found him
just before dark in my
mom's driveway. We
knew he would have
never made it through
the night if we hadn't
found him when we did.
Ren. This was
another puppy we
found. I think around
2002, maybe 2001.
The poor baby had
been beaten so badly
that even though
we've had him for
more than two years,
he still flinches away
if you raise a hand
quickly or if any thing
makes a loud sound.
He also can't be
around strangers. So
if company comes, we
have to put Ren out
or in another room
because it scares and
upsets him so bad.
He also is fearful of
bags or boxes, or any
thing new he
suddenly finds in our
home.
another puppy we
found. I think around
2002, maybe 2001.
The poor baby had
been beaten so badly
that even though
we've had him for
more than two years,
he still flinches away
if you raise a hand
quickly or if any thing
makes a loud sound.
He also can't be
around strangers. So
if company comes, we
have to put Ren out
or in another room
because it scares and
upsets him so bad.
He also is fearful of
bags or boxes, or any
thing new he
suddenly finds in our
home.
Bingo. He has been
with us the longest.
I've lost count of the
years, but we've had
this little taco dog for
at least fourteen. My
mom's dog had
puppies, and Mom was
going to sell them, but
my daughter who was
maybe five at the time,
give or take a year,
begged for this one
until Mom stopped
listening to my no's
and gave him to her
any way. Of course he
thinks he's mine
instead of my
daughter's. The
daughter is in college
now, we lost Mom in
1995, but Bingo is still
here.
with us the longest.
I've lost count of the
years, but we've had
this little taco dog for
at least fourteen. My
mom's dog had
puppies, and Mom was
going to sell them, but
my daughter who was
maybe five at the time,
give or take a year,
begged for this one
until Mom stopped
listening to my no's
and gave him to her
any way. Of course he
thinks he's mine
instead of my
daughter's. The
daughter is in college
now, we lost Mom in
1995, but Bingo is still
here.
Tap. He is the second
newest member of the
family. The smallest too.
Even smaller than Bingo.
I think he is full grown
though. As you can see
by the picture, he is a
little thin, but doing so
much better even though
we've had him less than a
month. When I found him
on April 24th of 2005, he
was so starved you could
see every bone in his
little body. He was so
weak, that he couldn't
walk without falling
down. He does have a
hurt hind leg, but is on
his feet running and
playing like nothing ever
happened. And although
he probably weighs about
three pounds tops, he
thinks he is the boss
around here. (Smile)
newest member of the
family. The smallest too.
Even smaller than Bingo.
I think he is full grown
though. As you can see
by the picture, he is a
little thin, but doing so
much better even though
we've had him less than a
month. When I found him
on April 24th of 2005, he
was so starved you could
see every bone in his
little body. He was so
weak, that he couldn't
walk without falling
down. He does have a
hurt hind leg, but is on
his feet running and
playing like nothing ever
happened. And although
he probably weighs about
three pounds tops, he
thinks he is the boss
around here. (Smile)
Max. Our biggest dog.
Too bad he thinks he
should be a lap dog. All of
that long hair means we
have to keep him inside
under the AC all summer.
He belonged to my sister,
who lived up North at the
time. Max was born on
April 10th of 2000, and
was about five months old
when she called and told
me she would drive him all
the way down here if we
would take him. Seems he
liked to kill her chickens
and ducks, and to dig up
every flower she planted.
My daughter was having a
fit for a Siberian Husky at
the time, so I gave in.
We've had Max for four
years. He might be huge,
but he's a sweetheart.
Too bad he thinks he
should be a lap dog. All of
that long hair means we
have to keep him inside
under the AC all summer.
He belonged to my sister,
who lived up North at the
time. Max was born on
April 10th of 2000, and
was about five months old
when she called and told
me she would drive him all
the way down here if we
would take him. Seems he
liked to kill her chickens
and ducks, and to dig up
every flower she planted.
My daughter was having a
fit for a Siberian Husky at
the time, so I gave in.
We've had Max for four
years. He might be huge,
but he's a sweetheart.
Clover and Red. What a pair they are. They were friends on the street for months. Clover a
mixed Bull Dog and Red a mixed Chow. Red was old and wise. I had spotted him here and
there for at least a couple of years. Clover was still a pup, less than a year old, but full grown
mostly. Red took Clover under his paw, but even with the know how Red had, they weren't
doing very well. They were both thin, Red was matted badly. When I took them in Red had
been shot in the hip and Clover had been hit by a car. The local dog catcher had shot a dog in
front of my daughter only a couple of weeks before, and when I saw him riding around again, I
knew Red and Cover didn't have long left. I also knew they were big dogs, wild dogs, and that I
had too many dogs already. And yet I couldn't stand by and watch them be killed. So I opened
the back gate and after a lot of trying, I managed to tempt them in with food. When I shut the
gate behind them, Red went crazy, running into the fence, trying to escape. It took more than a
week before I could get close to him, a few more days before I could touch him. Lots longer
before my husband could. Clover was young enough that food and a good petting were too good
to pass up, so he was a push over. They are still in the yard together. Red can't be around
other dogs. But him and Clover love each other. They both love us, and as you can see, they
are doing great! They have even learned to sit on command, though to be honest, Red is better
at it than Clover, as you can see by the pictures above. So much for not being able to teach an
old dog new tricks. (Smile)
**On the evening of January 23rd, 2006, Red passed away. I can't tell you how bad it hurt my
heart. I only had him for a couple of years, and after the hard life he had lived before he came
here, I had hoped to give him so many more good years before his time was up. He was a
wonderful loving dog who spent too long waiting for someone to love and someone to love him.
Thankfully we hadn't lost a dog for years before him, and maybe it will be years before we lose
another.**
mixed Bull Dog and Red a mixed Chow. Red was old and wise. I had spotted him here and
there for at least a couple of years. Clover was still a pup, less than a year old, but full grown
mostly. Red took Clover under his paw, but even with the know how Red had, they weren't
doing very well. They were both thin, Red was matted badly. When I took them in Red had
been shot in the hip and Clover had been hit by a car. The local dog catcher had shot a dog in
front of my daughter only a couple of weeks before, and when I saw him riding around again, I
knew Red and Cover didn't have long left. I also knew they were big dogs, wild dogs, and that I
had too many dogs already. And yet I couldn't stand by and watch them be killed. So I opened
the back gate and after a lot of trying, I managed to tempt them in with food. When I shut the
gate behind them, Red went crazy, running into the fence, trying to escape. It took more than a
week before I could get close to him, a few more days before I could touch him. Lots longer
before my husband could. Clover was young enough that food and a good petting were too good
to pass up, so he was a push over. They are still in the yard together. Red can't be around
other dogs. But him and Clover love each other. They both love us, and as you can see, they
are doing great! They have even learned to sit on command, though to be honest, Red is better
at it than Clover, as you can see by the pictures above. So much for not being able to teach an
old dog new tricks. (Smile)
**On the evening of January 23rd, 2006, Red passed away. I can't tell you how bad it hurt my
heart. I only had him for a couple of years, and after the hard life he had lived before he came
here, I had hoped to give him so many more good years before his time was up. He was a
wonderful loving dog who spent too long waiting for someone to love and someone to love him.
Thankfully we hadn't lost a dog for years before him, and maybe it will be years before we lose
another.**
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Kane. When I lost my dog Red, I swore I wasn't going to get another dog. After all, we have
seven--SEVEN--so we didn't need eight again. The idea is to have less, not break even. (Smile)
I've seen strays, had people try to give me dogs, and even saw one stray that looked like Red
that really pulled my heart strings. Through it all, I stood strong. No more dogs! And then...
On August 19, 2006, my husband and I had gone to Wal-Mart to get some things, including
dog chews and dog food. We had two bags of dog food so one was in the buggy and the other
was under it. A stray dog, a puppy really, came up to us just outside the store and began to
follow us. I fastened my eyes straight ahead and refused to even look at the puppy. Before we
reached the truck he had got ahead of the buggy and was smelling the bag of dog food under
it. A few more steps and he was biting at the corner of the bag, trying to tear it open to get at
the food. We kept going. When we got to the truck he stopped too, then went to work whole-
heartenedly on the paper bag of kibble. I had those chews in the buggy, so I tore the bag open
and tossed the poor pup one. He grabbed it up happily while my husband--who could no doubt
see the danger of where this could go--rushed to get our stuff into the truck. The puppy only
gave the chew a few seconds before he decided correctly that it was a hide chew and not real
food. With determination he turned his attention back to the bag of dog food under the buggy.
With my heart breaking, I told my husband to open the bad and pour the puppy some food
out. Of course then I was afraid someone might hit him with a car if he were standing there in
the parking lot eating and maybe not moving because he didn’t want to leave the food, so we
decided against pouring out some food for the pup. My husband tried to put that last bag of
food into the truck and the puppy tried to follow it into the truck. I just couldn't stand it. To
make a long story short. We left with our stuff and one puppy. He keeps Clover, Red's friend,
company in the big back and side yard. He's eating a lot, loves to play, and I think is going to
be a huge dog in a very short time. Clover is so happy to have a playmate again, since the
other dogs are all inside dogs and he only spends time with them when they go out or I let
him in for a little while. Kane looks like he has a number of breeds in him, including maybe
some pit bull and boxer. I'm not so happy about having a puppy again. They chew on
everything. (Smile) And yet he already feels like part of the family.
seven--SEVEN--so we didn't need eight again. The idea is to have less, not break even. (Smile)
I've seen strays, had people try to give me dogs, and even saw one stray that looked like Red
that really pulled my heart strings. Through it all, I stood strong. No more dogs! And then...
On August 19, 2006, my husband and I had gone to Wal-Mart to get some things, including
dog chews and dog food. We had two bags of dog food so one was in the buggy and the other
was under it. A stray dog, a puppy really, came up to us just outside the store and began to
follow us. I fastened my eyes straight ahead and refused to even look at the puppy. Before we
reached the truck he had got ahead of the buggy and was smelling the bag of dog food under
it. A few more steps and he was biting at the corner of the bag, trying to tear it open to get at
the food. We kept going. When we got to the truck he stopped too, then went to work whole-
heartenedly on the paper bag of kibble. I had those chews in the buggy, so I tore the bag open
and tossed the poor pup one. He grabbed it up happily while my husband--who could no doubt
see the danger of where this could go--rushed to get our stuff into the truck. The puppy only
gave the chew a few seconds before he decided correctly that it was a hide chew and not real
food. With determination he turned his attention back to the bag of dog food under the buggy.
With my heart breaking, I told my husband to open the bad and pour the puppy some food
out. Of course then I was afraid someone might hit him with a car if he were standing there in
the parking lot eating and maybe not moving because he didn’t want to leave the food, so we
decided against pouring out some food for the pup. My husband tried to put that last bag of
food into the truck and the puppy tried to follow it into the truck. I just couldn't stand it. To
make a long story short. We left with our stuff and one puppy. He keeps Clover, Red's friend,
company in the big back and side yard. He's eating a lot, loves to play, and I think is going to
be a huge dog in a very short time. Clover is so happy to have a playmate again, since the
other dogs are all inside dogs and he only spends time with them when they go out or I let
him in for a little while. Kane looks like he has a number of breeds in him, including maybe
some pit bull and boxer. I'm not so happy about having a puppy again. They chew on
everything. (Smile) And yet he already feels like part of the family.
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Korin. Meet the newest member of my family. I
know, I know, I said no more! This one wasn't a
stray. Can you believe that? We actually got him
just because we really wanted him. We had two
other labs over the years. One, Sarge, way back
that someone gave us because he was sick. He
didn't make it. Years later we found a couple of
lab puppies on the street near our home. We
found someone to take one, but ended up stuck
with the other, Midnight. Well, it started as stuck,
but we so fell in love with the guy. Sadly we only
had him a few years. We've wanted another lab
ever since, and when we went to the farm supply
one day and saw this one in a cage with his
brothers and sister, to give away, he was just too
much to resist. We did resist though, and came
home without him. It was hard. He was like
looking at Midnight all over again. A little bit later
my husband and daughter drove back to the farm
supply just to get him. That was on March 2,
2007. They said he was around six weeks old at
the time. In this picture he's six months old and
so spoiled...but then all of our dogs are spoiled
rotten. He's too big for the kitchen chair, but
seems to not notice. He was trying to sleep in the
chair and kept putting his head on the table to try
and find more room. (smile)
know, I know, I said no more! This one wasn't a
stray. Can you believe that? We actually got him
just because we really wanted him. We had two
other labs over the years. One, Sarge, way back
that someone gave us because he was sick. He
didn't make it. Years later we found a couple of
lab puppies on the street near our home. We
found someone to take one, but ended up stuck
with the other, Midnight. Well, it started as stuck,
but we so fell in love with the guy. Sadly we only
had him a few years. We've wanted another lab
ever since, and when we went to the farm supply
one day and saw this one in a cage with his
brothers and sister, to give away, he was just too
much to resist. We did resist though, and came
home without him. It was hard. He was like
looking at Midnight all over again. A little bit later
my husband and daughter drove back to the farm
supply just to get him. That was on March 2,
2007. They said he was around six weeks old at
the time. In this picture he's six months old and
so spoiled...but then all of our dogs are spoiled
rotten. He's too big for the kitchen chair, but
seems to not notice. He was trying to sleep in the
chair and kept putting his head on the table to try
and find more room. (smile)