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Sadie



  • Sadie’s success storysadie

    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.

     

    Papillon



  • PapiAdopted! Papillon with his new owner

    Nearly five months ago, I found my way down a dead-end road to a long driveway shaded by cedar trees filled with bossy squirrels. I tried to stay out of everyone’s way, because I’d learned the hard way that human beings are not always kind or eager to meet a new friend. I’d spent a large portion of my life chained up, unable to run more than a few feet and left out in the weather–hot and cold.

    The thing about me is that I’m mostly beagle, which means I’ve got a nose that loves to follow a scent. It gets me and my fellow beagles into trouble sometimes. That and our loud, distinctive voice. We’re hounds and we love to cut loose with excitement when we hit a trail. Also, we don’t listen to anyone calling us when we’re following the scent of a deer or rabbit. It’s just our nature. But being chained up isn’t much of a solution, I can tell you that.

          As it happened one day, like in a fairy tale, I got free of the collar and chain that held me, and I hit a scent. I ran and ran until my feet were sore. When I realized how far I’d gone, I knew I was never going back to that place where I’d been a prisoner. So I just kept going. I tried to stop at a few places, but the humans were angry that I was there. They chased me, and I got attacked by several bigger dogs. Let’s just say that it could have been partly my fault, since I was a two-year-old male with all the impulses and desires that come with that “condition.”
          At last I stopped along this shady drive. I was exhausted, and I was beaten up and bleeding from a big dog that took exception to me. That’s when she found me. She brought me food and water, checked the wounds and doctored them, and told me that I should go home. Except I didn’t have a home to go to anymore. I couldn’t go back to the prison, and nowhere else along the way wanted me. So I hung around. For three days. Then, one day she was coming down the driveway and she stopped and picked me up. She took me to this strange place with many dogs and cats and people rushing around taking care of them. My first act was to pee on the wall. I mean I had to leave evidence that I had been there. It’s how we dogs communicate. Soon thereafter, we learned that I had heartworms. But first things first: I was scheduled to be altered, and then I was treated for the heartworms. It was a terrible ordeal, because I had to have medication and then say quiet for two whole months. That’s difficult for a beagle. I also got the other worms taken care of and got all my vaccinations so I won’t catch Parvo.
          My rescuer taught me to use the bathroom outside–even when it’s raining. Peeing on the wall is not a good thing in the world of humans. It makes their hair stand on end. She had to put up a electric fence because I was so think I could slip through the squares in the pasture fence she had around the yard. Let me just say, that I learned quickly to stay away from that fence. Yow! That made my ears stand on end. But I had my own doggie bed in her room, where I was always dry and warm and I could sleep in her lap when she read or watched television.
          Another good thing was my heartworms were gone and my heart muscle began to get stronger. I can feel it, pumping stronger and stronger each week. I gained weight. I lost the urge to pee on the wall and learned “manners.” And then I was taken to me my new rescuer, a wonderful lady with a big heart for beagles and horses. And now I have a great life. Some stories do have a happy ending. I’m living proof of that.

    Harley and Marley



  • cocacolakittiesSuccess story Harley & Marley were found in Grand Bay  and are now living in a cat loving home . Harley’s motor starts running when you pick him up. Marley is his sidekick, of course.  They try to keep each other out of trouble but it’s a hard job. They have been placed in a loving home.

    Gemini Twins



  • C & PTHE GEMINI TWINS

    Hi, we’re Pollux and Castor, better known as the Gemini twins. Not that we’re identical, but we are certainly heavenly. We talk in the plural, because, well, we’re like royalty. But nice royalty–the kind you’d invite in for a cup of coffee. We have impeccable house manners (We’ve been living with a writer. She’s a slob, but we are very particular about how we conduct ourselves.  We could give her some tips on housekeeping!)

    Our story is kind of sad, but we’re hoping for a happy ending. Our mom was a full-blooded Siamese, but when she got pregnant, her owner didn’t want her anymore. So they drove her down this long, twisty road in the middle of a wildlife management area and tossed her out. Starving and hungry, she went to the only house around. She wasn’t there more than a week before she had us, along with two other brothers. The nice lady who owned the house fed us everyday, but she is very sick. She kept trying to help us by setting up traps; we were too smart for that. Our mom taught us to be wary of humans, because they had hurt her so much.

    But the sick lady tried so hard every day, that she finally got us tame enough to put in a carrier so someone could help us, and here we are, looking for a permanent home. We’ve had our rabies shots and been neutered. And we were wormed, which was an awful experience. Just awful. But we’re feeling much better and in just a week have gained a whole lot of weight. We were pretty wormy, I guess you could say.

    If you’ll give us a permanent home, then Miss Carolyn can go back and get our brothers. While we know we may be separated, we’d sure love to stay together. We play well, but we aren’t destructive in the house. We’re loving and we purr like crazy when you hold us. And we get along with other cats. We don’t mind dogs as long as they don’t scare us too much. And just think, how many people can say they have a Zodiac sign living in their home.

    Please call 251-649-9456 if you’re interested in giving us a permanent home. We’re getting the rest of our vaccinations this week, so we are ready to move in and bring all our love to your house.

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    Good Fortune Farm RefugeP.O. Box 237 – Grand Bay, AL 36541.  

    From the PayPal  site you can either send the funds to goodfortunefarm@gmail.com or use the donate link above to use your credit card.

    We will gladly send you a thank you letter for your donation.

    Your donations may be tax deductible. Please check with your accountant. 

    Your donations will help pay for feed, vet bills and general care of the animals. 

    RESCUED FROM A SLITHERY SNAKE



  • kittensRESCUED FROM A SLITHERY SNAKE  Once upon a time, way back in the swamp, there was a mama cat who found herself in the family way. She tried very hard to find a loving home to have her babies in, but the swamp was too dangerous. Every time she set out to hunt for a better place to have her babies, she was met by a moccasin snake or she heard the rustle of an alligator swishing through the mud. And then the time came for us to be born and she could do nothing but have us. 

    Lucky for us, though, someone heard our cries and caught us. Now, we’re living in a foster situation but we each need a permanent home. Mom has been caught and spayed, but we need help. We had a rough beginning, but we are loving kitties, and we appreciate love and attention.  

    Please help us find a permanent home. We know how bad life can be, and we’d be grateful for a home where snakes don’t try to eat us and someone will love us. Please call Sherry at 251-391-0959