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 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
upset when he has one of his
really bad seizures. Plus I'm
with him almost every hour of
the day. He can only be left at
home alone for an hour or so,
just in case he has a seizure
and doesn't come out of it on
his own.
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 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
upset when he has one of his
really bad seizures. Plus I'm
with him almost every hour of
the day. He can only be left at
home alone for an hour or so,
just in case he has a seizure
and doesn't come out of it on
his own.
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. He is such a
sweetheart, though his
bad start in life did leave
him with some health
issues.
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. He is such a
sweetheart, though his
bad start in life did leave
him with some health
issues.
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 seven
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. He also
is fearful of bags or
boxes, or any thing
new he suddenly finds
in our home.
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 seven
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. 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 sixteen years.
We got him because my
mom's dog had puppies,
and Mom was going to sell
them, but my daughter who
was maybe four or five at
the time, 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. We lost Mom to
cancer in September of
1995. In 2008 my daughter
was in her third year of
college, and we still have
our little Bingo, even if his
age is catching up to him.
Update ** On June the
10th, 2009, we lost Bingo. I
can hardly remember him
not being a part of our
home or of our family. It
hurts too much to even
type this. **
us the longest. I've lost
count of the years, but
we've had this little taco dog
for at least sixteen years.
We got him because my
mom's dog had puppies,
and Mom was going to sell
them, but my daughter who
was maybe four or five at
the time, 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. We lost Mom to
cancer in September of
1995. In 2008 my daughter
was in her third year of
college, and we still have
our little Bingo, even if his
age is catching up to him.
Update ** On June the
10th, 2009, we lost Bingo. I
can hardly remember him
not being a part of our
home or of our family. It
hurts too much to even
type this. **
Tap. The smallest of our
large pack. 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 as I write this.
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)
large pack. 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 as I write this.
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. One of our biggest
dogs at seventy pounds.
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. He
is actually part Siberian
Husky and part Malamute.
We've had Max for eight
years. He might be huge,
but he's loving and good
with the other dogs.
dogs at seventy pounds.
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. He
is actually part Siberian
Husky and part Malamute.
We've had Max for eight
years. He might be huge,
but he's loving and good
with the other dogs.
Clover and Red. What a pair they are, and they are a pair. 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 knowhow
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 to my yard, 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)
Update ** 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.**
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 knowhow
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 to my yard, 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)
Update ** 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 can't tell you how hard it was when we had to leave after Katrina, to travel with that many
dogs! Since losing Red, 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 old 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 can't tell you how hard it was when we had to leave after Katrina, to travel with that many
dogs! Since losing Red, 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 old 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. The baby of the family. I've had other labs
over the years. One, Sarge, way back when my
kids were smaller. Someone had given him to us,
and come to find out he had heart worms when
we got him. We had him too short of a time. Years
later we found a couple of lab puppies on the
street near our home. We were able to find a
home for one of them, but when we couldn't find
a good home for the other, he became part of the
family. We named him Midnight. Sadly, we only
had him a few years. We've also wanted another
lab, then one day we saw this one in a cage with
his brothers and sister at a feed store. They were
free and looking for a good home. This little male
just pulled at us, but we left without him. We
already had too many dogs, and we tried to only
add to our family when we found a stray that we
couldn't find another home for. There was just
something about this dog though, we ended up
driving back later that day. He was still there, and
he came home with us. He was like looking at
Midnight or Sarge, all over again. 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) I think he was meant to be ours. It turns
out he has seizures. We already have two dogs
with them, so we are well trained in how to
handle them and the constant 24/7 supervision it
takes to keep them safe. As I write this his
seizures are still mild enough that he doesn't
need daily meds like Bugsy, but we know with the
kind of seizures he has, it's only a matter a time.
Thankfully our little dog Tap, has the kind of
seizures that will probably mean he never needs
meds. The bad thing is that the meds cost a
whole lot and the larger the dog, the more it cost.
I don't know how we ended up with three seizure
dogs in our home at the same time, but we love all
three of them.
over the years. One, Sarge, way back when my
kids were smaller. Someone had given him to us,
and come to find out he had heart worms when
we got him. We had him too short of a time. Years
later we found a couple of lab puppies on the
street near our home. We were able to find a
home for one of them, but when we couldn't find
a good home for the other, he became part of the
family. We named him Midnight. Sadly, we only
had him a few years. We've also wanted another
lab, then one day we saw this one in a cage with
his brothers and sister at a feed store. They were
free and looking for a good home. This little male
just pulled at us, but we left without him. We
already had too many dogs, and we tried to only
add to our family when we found a stray that we
couldn't find another home for. There was just
something about this dog though, we ended up
driving back later that day. He was still there, and
he came home with us. He was like looking at
Midnight or Sarge, all over again. 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) I think he was meant to be ours. It turns
out he has seizures. We already have two dogs
with them, so we are well trained in how to
handle them and the constant 24/7 supervision it
takes to keep them safe. As I write this his
seizures are still mild enough that he doesn't
need daily meds like Bugsy, but we know with the
kind of seizures he has, it's only a matter a time.
Thankfully our little dog Tap, has the kind of
seizures that will probably mean he never needs
meds. The bad thing is that the meds cost a
whole lot and the larger the dog, the more it cost.
I don't know how we ended up with three seizure
dogs in our home at the same time, but we love all
three of them.