We just wanted to let everyone who helped with this project know that he found a terrific home. He is safe and loved and I thank you all and also his owner, who let him go to a place where he could have a yard and a better situation. That takes a lot of heart and courage.
My name is GIN and I like to climb. My aerobatics have landed me too many times in the neighbor’s yard and their dogs have not been kind to me. Now that I’m feeling better from all the surgeries, I want to show those dogs who’s boss, but I can’t go outside anymore. It’s just too dangerous. For my safety, my owner’s have to find me a new home. Please call Vecie at 251-649-4513 or email them firstname.lastname@example.org
Another Success Story,
Tabby brothers were placed in forever homes.
Imagine sitting at your computer or easel. The urge to create is building within you. But nothing comes out. If we could only be there, we could do our magical kitty business and soon the creative process would unblock and the good energy would flow. That’s the thing about us felines. We are full of mischief and fun, and that’s the best lure for creativity.
But we need a home pronto. Our foster mom can’t keep us any longer. There’s a family shift, and we can’t stay.
We are FIV negative, and we are current on our shots. All we need is you! Please call for us at “Lost Without You” Animal Rescue. Theodore, Alabama at 251-391-0959
Summer started out rough for the puppies, Mama Pug and me. We found shade under an abandoned camper, and some kind strangers filled a water bowl. Days went by and food was hard to find. One afternoon, I was returning from searching for food when I saw Mama Pug and the puppies coaxed into a car and driven away. My puppies and my mother were gone! Day turned into night, and I was still alone, waiting. Then I saw them! Mama Pug and Ellie Mae came trotting across the field. They hadn’t been taken far, and they smelled of a delicious meal! My little Jed was still cuddled up with the folks that had fed them, but Mama Pug was not about to leave me behind! She slipped off and my baby Ellie Mae followed her back to me.
The next afternoon the car came back and we jumped in! Jed was inside too, so we were all together again. The pups were afraid of people at first, but warmed up quickly. I was happy to feel kind hands and showed my appreciation with cuddles and curly tailed wags. We all feel better after a trip to the vet. I’m told I’m a pretty little Pug/Chihuahua mix and 2-3 years old. I’m healthy at 18 pounds and heartworm free, up to date on my shots. It was pretty obvious I’m not spayed with nursing young ‘uns trailing behind, but I’m willing to put my mothering days behind me! Jed is still with me at the foster farm, but he’s 11 weeks old and fully weaned. I’m playful and have proven myself to be friendly with other dogs, large and small. As for cats, I’m pleasant but indifferent and that seems to be fine with them. I gave of piece of my mind to that nosy horse, though!
I found a Home, thanks Misha for your help.
I found a Home! All I know is that my Grandma is a feisty little Pug that helped my mom, Reba take care of us. I would follow her around looking for food and water before we got a real home. I used to be afraid of people, but now I love to go where they go and play as long as they can. I’m ready to be some lucky person’s loyal companion. I’m 11 weeks old and full of puppy power! I’ve got a big crate I sleep in and yelp to go outside, so I’m told I’m a good boy. I’m growing up around big dogs, old dogs, tom cats and horses. They are all teaching me good manners, (I get growled at a lot). The vet says I’ll be little, and that I look like a Pug+Chihuahua mix. I’ve had my first shots, and I’m fully weaned. I enjoy dry food, rawhide bones, and playing tug of war with a stuffed toy. I’m pretty sure I would like walks on the beach or quiet evenings by the fire with my special person. I’ll bring the Joy of Living into your Day.
MAE’S SUCCESS STORY
Before I came to my new home, my life was terrible. I lived in a small pasture that was mostly mud, and I was slowly starving to death. I had a baby, a beautiful little filly named Dolly, and both of us were in a terrible situation. We never had enough to eat and Dolly didn’t grow, she became stunted.
A lady who’d taken another rescue horse heard about us and began trying to save us. Our owner refused to give us up, though. He said we were valuable, even though our hips were about to come through our skin.
But the lady didn’t give up. She and her husband bought us, because she knew we’d die if she didn’t.
For almost a year, we had plenty to eat and a good pasture to graze in. But the damage had been done to Dolly. She died last spring. Her heart had been damaged.
But my life today is good. I have a big oak shade tree and a pond and green grass and three horse friends to hang with. I have a family who plants rye grass in the winter and keeps the water tub full.
Sadie’s success story
My name is Sadie, and my story has a happy ending. I was a young horse when I lived in north Mobile County. A family bought me as a gift for their young daughter, and though she loved me, she was afraid of me. People don’t understand that it takes skill to ride even the most docile horse, and I was young and frisky. I didn’t mean to scare my young friend, but I did.
There was an even bigger problem. No one really knew how to take care of me. My family never expected how much grass I’d need or the expense of caring for my hooves and vaccinations and regular worming. The economy grew worse and money got tighter and tighter. I was hungry all the time and my belly became infested with worms.
Then one day a woman working for a home health agency heard about me and she came to see me. She had land with lots of grass and other horses. She offered to give me a new home.
And my family loved me enough to want the best thing for me—so they gave me to her.
My new owner and her friend came to pick me up one day, and I was whisked away to another part of the county. Even though I wanted to tear loose and jump into the lush grass, I couldn’t. Too much food too fast could have killed me.
So it was a long, long process of gradually increasing my food intake until I could eat normally.
Now I’m fat, sassy and the boss of the pasture.
Rosie got lost in Semmes and Carolyn found her. She is a great dog but didn’t play well with Carolyn’s Husky. Sarah adopted Rosie and now she’s living in Florida as the only dog in the family.