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For the Love of Ivy

>> Friday, July 8, 2011


This is Ivy. I named her myself. Ivy deserved a name. She showed up at the barn where I board my horses in early spring. Someone probably dumped her there. Ivy wasn't like the other barn cats. She was sweet, gentle, and friendly. From the very beginning it was clear that Ivy liked people more than hunting. Her loud purring resonated around the horse-filled stalls. By late spring it was obvious that Ivy was pregnant. A kitten having kittens, I thought to myself. Ivy isn't more than eight months old herself. As sad as I was I turned a blind eye. I already have three dogs and as most of you know, we kept our last foster...an 18-month-old-145 pound Newfoundland.
About a week ago, Ivy disappeared. Everyone assumed she had gone off to have her kittens somewhere. We were wrong. She returned still pregnant and dragging her right back leg behind her.
I couldn't leave her at the barn. I just couldn't. I took Ivy home with me and put her in a large crate in my office. My husband wasn't happy and neither were my three dogs. On Tuesday I took Ivy to my vet, Dr. Kelli French. She took x-rays and came back with the bad news. "Ivy's femur is so badly broken she is going to need to have her leg amputated," Dr. French told me. I asked if there were other options and Dr. French told me yes, but surgery to put in pins and plates would cost thousands of dollars. "Cats do very
well on three legs," she told me.
Dr. French sent me home with Ivy. "Let her have her kittens. In five weeks, we'll take off her leg and she'll be ab
le to walk and stand so much better." I took Ivy home.
Normally I can handle my rescues on my own. This time I can't. I need help. The surgery to amputate Ivy's leg is going to cost around $800 dollars. Dr. French has set up a fund at Beechwold Vet Hospital for Ivy. If you can help me, please send a check to Beechwold Vet Hospital, C/O Dr. Kelli French 4590 Indianola Avenue, Columbus, Ohio 43214. Put "For Ivy Mader's surgery" in the memo line. Ivy and I will be eternally grateful. Also, if you could share this post through a link on your blog that would help too. Animal people help animal people.
Ivy delivered her four beautiful kittens on Tuesday night - shattered femur and all. When Ivy is well and her kittens are weaned I'll find wonderful homes for all of them. For now, that's the least of my problems.

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What Kind of a Person Does This?

>> Friday, March 4, 2011

Ivy is so sweet and woud be the perfect family pet. In fact she was. Then HER family gave her up because they were moving. The fall leaves hadn't even begun to change when Ivy was dropped off at the animal shelter. It was September then. Ivy's been in a cage ever since. She went from living the life of a family dog to living in a cage in an institution and in my opinion that sucks.

No one wants to adopt Ivy. Why? Because Ivy is eight-years-old. Age doesn't mean anything though. Ivy is still very playful and probably has five or six more years of life left in her. She's no different than me. Most people my age don't do what I do. Thank God no one took me away from my comfy home and locked me up! They didn't tell me I couldn't gallop my horse across a field either. Poor Ivy.

Ivy is house-trained. She gets along with other dogs and older children. She does well in doggy playgroups and is well behaved. She's not overly nervous either.

Ivy's been at the shelter way too long. She is really in need of a good home. If you live near Columbus, Ohio (or want to transport) or know anyone who would give Ivy a loving home please contact Jen at 614-415-6243. You can also email chaanimalshelter.org

The only thing that makes me feel better about situations like this is to do something. My house is full right now but I can still network with all of you. Thanks for letting me bend your ears.


"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."

Clearly Ivy's owners weren't worthy of her devotion.


P.S. I was just reading some of the comments that have been left and someone I consider to be a total dog expert thinks that Ivy could live to be 16 or so!

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Can You Guess What It Is?

>> Friday, October 29, 2010

Are you wondering what this is on my shoulder?

Can you tell yet?


It's my summer rescue! My sister Julie and I rescued a teeny tiny toothless raccoon this summer. It was just released back into its natural habitat.
A wildlife center raised it after 30 touch-and-go hours
with Julie and me. Nothing could be better than a successful rescue and a sister to share it with!

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Sammy Sammy Sammy

>> Wednesday, May 12, 2010


Meet Sammy! He's our foster Newfoundland. If you look very closely you'll see little tiny Annabelle on the couch behind him. The girls are adjusting just fine. I'll have them tell you about Sammy with their own words later this week.


Sammy Newfoundland Sammy came to us on Friday. He'd been a couple places before he got here. One place had called him Mongo. The other Sampson. I tried both names on him and he didn't respond much to either. Since I preferred Sampson we stuck closely with that.

Why did we agree to foster such an enormous dog? Because we love Newfoundlands and frankly, I signed up with a Newfoundland rescue group to do what I love...have a Newfoundland in my life. I've told you all about Bud, our last Newfie. He lived to be 11-years-old and was just about the greatest dog on earth. Sammy isn't a traditional color. In fact he isn't recognized by the AKC. But Sammy is a traditional Newfoundland. Gentle, kind, clumsy, messy, and funny. Sammy's already won our hearts...all 100 * pounds of him.

Does he have any issues? Yes a few. He's really young (a year) so he came with no manners. He's already doing better. Sammy doesn't like it much when we leave. I have a feeling he's been left once too many times. We're going to work with Sammy to make him as confident as he can be. Then we're going to work hard to make ourselves let him go when the time comes.

By the way, my sister-in-law just visited a wonderful winery where she was greeted by MIRA, a Newfoundland. Go see her post and photos!

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Our Walks Might Never Be the Same....

>> Sunday, May 9, 2010


We're making the photos small so we don't shock you too much.
But we have one thing to say:




She wants us to be all hugs and kisses on Mother's Day but EEEEEGADS! Look who's moving in with us for an undetermined amount of time! She's gone and lost her mind!

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Divine Intervention?

>> Monday, May 3, 2010

I honestly believe that sometimes things happen for a reason. About a month ago, my sister Julia, lost her beloved Georgia. Georgia was a beautiful Great Pyrenees with a heart as big as Texas...where my sister lives.

Julia was devastated, as we all are when we lose one of our family members. "I probably won't get another dog," Julia said to me. "There will never be another Georgia and cats are easier to take care of anyway."

Julia's cats are terrific. Each of them as their own distinct personality. And honestly Julia was/is right. There will NEVER be another Georgia. Never.

I wanted to help Julia through her grief but I know from my own experiences that you never really get over losing a dog (or cat) that is in your life. Somehow, you resume your normal life but it seems empty for awhile, no matter how full your house is with people or other pets.

After Georgia's death, Julia went to work as usual. I'm not certain of the timeline on this, but it wasn't long after Georgia's death that Julia began to notice a dog that would come into the parking bays where she worked. Julia took Georgia's food to work with her and began to feed and water the stray on a daily basis.

She even went back on weekends and when she couldn't go, she asked someone who worked weekends to cover for her.

It gets better. Julia noticed that the dog was flea infested. She took in the proper medication and applied it to the dog that now greeted her on a daily basis. "She's an odd looking girl," Julia said to me. "Her one ear flops down kind of funny."

"Are you taking her home?" I asked Julia.

"I'm gong to try to find her a home," was Julia's response on a Monday. "Well, maybe I'll take her home on Friday when I get the fleas under control," she went on to say.

On Thursday her story was different when she called. "I brought the dog home with me tonight," Julia said matter of factly.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked. "I thought you weren't going to take her home until you got the fleas under control?"

"She ran after my car when I started to leave last night," Julia said, "What could I do? I brought her home and put her in the tub and gave her a really good flea bath. She's a nice distraction," Julia told me.

I smiled to myself. My sister's nice distraction was not a dog she would have chosen. It was a dog that chose her. Sometimes life's simple that way.

Meet Isabella! She's a happy girl. Isabella is smiling with me!

My sister is terrific, don't you think?

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She's Boring...Very Boring!

>> Friday, March 26, 2010


Quite frankly, she's been boring us to death. As you can see, I'm half asleep and Maddie's about to fall over.
All she talks about is meeting her deadlines for magazine articles (which aren't even about us), horses, trail rides, and rescue dogs! Good grief!!
When was the last time you heard one word from us?
Well, we've decided it's time to get her attention. She needs to know that we've noticed what she's been doing. Spring has sprung and we're going to spruce up her blog while she babbles about other things in her life.
The first thing we did was to move her GUEST BOOK to the top of the page. She loves to look at all her friends when they leave pictures, but we thought she'd take more notice if it was the first thing she saw when she opened her blog.
Once upon a time it was her goal to fill her GUEST BOOK with cute little animal faces from all around the world. She wants all kinds of animals even though we tried to convince her to stick to dogs. She's hard headed that woman! Just ask our dad if you don't believe us!
So, as a favor to us, (if you haven't already) would you please sign her GUEST BOOK and leave a picture. And if you don't have a picture, just leave one of yourself! She's hard headed, but not picky! She just wants to know who you are.
AND...as much as we hate to say this, if you're a rescue dog or horse, would you please mention that when you sign THE book? I'm sure she'll take us for extra walks when she sees what we've done!!!

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Sweet Sara

>> Monday, March 8, 2010

Sweet Sara arrived on Saturday night. After dinner, a few tail wags, and a walk around the block, Sara was pooped. So was Annabelle, she never moved from the couch.

It didn't take long for Sara to feel pretty cozy. She drifted off to sleep while I watched her remembering why I love Newfoundlands so much.


Maddie seemed to think that Sara needed a friend for the evening. She made sure to give Sara a good welcome sniff or two. Sara just sighed. I'm sure she was thinking, "What's up with this little yapper?!"


Before the night was over, Maddie gave up her usual place on the couch for a spot next to her new BFF, Sara. Annabelle didn't notice. She was down for the call. What good girls they all are. We'll share some more photos of Sara with you soon.



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Great News!

>> Sunday, February 7, 2010

It was a happy day and a sad day for Alexa.


My granddaughter got attached to Tipper very quickly.

Networking surely pays off! Today Tipper went home with a family who has one calm child and a fenced yard. Thanks to all of you who helped to spread the word for me and wished us good luck.
Better yet...there are three other families waiting in line if Tipper doesn't work out for the first family. One of the families wants me to email them all the dog postings that come through my email. What an awesome thing to have loving people waiting for homeless dogs. Having Tipper with us was good in more ways than one.
I'm smiling from ear to ear. Three cheers for Tipper!
P.S. I had Tipper's new owners sign a contract stating that they would provide a loving home and vet care. In addition, if it doesn't work out with them, the contract states that Tipper will come back here. I don't want Tipper to ever be in the sad situation that she was before. Do you think I'm obsessed?












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The Right Thing to Do

>> Sunday, January 24, 2010

It isn't always easy to do the right thing, especially if you're me, but this week I ran across two examples that I just had to share with you.

One day last week, while driving to my barn, I spotted a horrifically smashed black cat on the side of the country road. I glanced at the cat and then stared straight ahead. I sure hope that's not our barn cat, I thought to myself.

I got to the barn, tacked up Tango, and had a very nice ride. When I was done riding and Tango was in cross ties, Craig (one of the boarders) came in. Have you seen our black cat today? he asked Jeremiah (a terrific barn worker).

Jeremiah answered that he had indeed seen the cat just moments earlier. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then Craig said, Well when you get done here, let's go bury that cat on the road.

That's really nice of you, I told Craig.
Craig's response was simple. If it was my cat I would hope someone would bury it, he said.

I was humbled. It had never occurred to me to do such a thing and it should have.

And then yesterday, I ran into my neighbor Kelly. She was out walking her beautiful dog. We had rather traumatic morning, she said. I was about to let the dog out back when I noticed a squirrel lying on it's back but still alive. Mary Beth and I think it fell out of the tree.

What'd you do? I asked.

Kelly paused. It was so hard, she said, but it was clearly paralysed and suffering. I got a shovel and hit it in the head. I sobbed and sobbed while I did it, she said.

Now the normal me would have been freaked out about killing a squirrel with a shovel. But somehow this act was no different than Craig burying a cat he didn't know. Kelly's act was an act of kindness.

I guess loving kindness doesn't always mean just rescuing, finding homes, or even enjoying our own dear animals. Sometimes it means doing something very difficult that no one else wants to do.

I hope the next time that I encounter a situation like Craig or Kelly I am able to push my horror away and take action. Somehow I doubt it, but at least their examples will remind me of the right thing to do.

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Regardless of How You Feel About Coyotees.....

>> Saturday, November 28, 2009


The following story came to me by email and I had to share......

Meet the wiliest of all coyotes: Hit by a car at 75mph, embedded in the fender, road for 600 miles - and SURVIVED!
When a brother and sister struck a coyote at 75mph they assumed they had killed the animal and drove on. They didn't realize this was the toughest creature ever to survive a hit-and-run. Eight hours, two fuel stops, and 600 miles later they found the wild animal embedded in their front fender - and very much alive. Daniel and Tevyn East were driving at night along Interstate 80 near the Nevada-Utah border when they noticed a pack of coyotes near the roadside on October 12. When one of the animals ran in front of the car, the impact sounded fatal so the siblings thought there no point in stopping. 'Right off the bat, we knew it was bad,' Daniel explained. 'We thought the story was over.' After the incident around 1am, they continued their 600 mile drive to North San Juan - even stopping for fuel at least twice. But it was only when they finally reached their destination at 9am did they take time to examine what damage they may have sustained. At first it looked as though it was going to be quite gruesome. '[Daniel] saw fur and the body inside the grill,' Tevyn East said. 'I was trying to keep some distance. Our assumption was it was part of the coyote - it didn't register it was the whole animal.' Daniel East got a broom to try and pry the remains out of the bumper and got the shock of his life. 'It flinched,' Tevyn East said. 'It was a huge surprise - he got a little freaked out.' 'We knew it was bad': Tevyn East, who was in the car when it hit the coyote, bends down to take a look at the fur poking through the fender




The owner of the car inspected the damage to his car and the body of the coyote was poking out through the radiator


The animal's head can be seen as rescuers took apart the front fender to save it after it was struck by the car at 75mph

As the animal struggled, wildlife protection officials put a loop around its neck to prevent it from further injuring itself The front of the car is completely taken apart as the coyote begins to wriggle free.





The coyote rests in a cage after its ordeal - which it survived with just some scrapes to its paw.
NOW WE NEED THE REST OF THE STORY!


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Bella's Story

>> Saturday, November 21, 2009

I had so much fun the past few days learning more about your guys and how they were named. Every comment I read was like an "ah ha" moment for me. Thanks so much for sharing more about the loves of your lives.


Today I want to let a guest author tell you a story about a cat who changed her life. I've introduced you to Jaydee before. It's an honor to know Jaydee and the work she is doing.




Scraggly Bella at Her First Week With Us!


Bella’s Story 
 
This is the story of how one special kitten named Bella changed our home.
 
Jim and I moved into our house in east/central Cincinnati in February 2008.  It wasn’t long before we noticed our front porch chairs had become sleeping spots for a pair of homeless cats.  I would often watch them snatch food from trash bins and dart into a neighbor’s shed in the cold.  After a heavy snow that winter, only one of the cats emerged.  How terribly sad.  I took notice, and occasionally saw other cats around the street, but didn’t know what to do to help them. 
 
In June that year I was taking a walk in the neighborhood with my husband, my sister, her husband, and a puppy they had found.  And there she sat – tiny little scrawny mess of a stray kitten – practically waiting for death to come.  My brother in law said "well, hello…" and we scooped her up.  My sister and I laughed and cried at the same time watching her dive into a dish of food.  Bella was only 5 weeks old, starving, dirty, spotted from ringworm, covered in fleas, and happy as ever to have a bed and food and someone to play with.  We kept the little grey and white kitty in her own room until she grew healthy, and although we were crazy about her, our two older cats were not thrilled at all.  In spite of them she still made her way into our home and hearts, teaching us about the joy of seeing a sick helpless creature recover and thrive.  She found her forever home in September when she was adopted by a family member. I was really sad to see her go.
 
Around the same time that Bella was adopted, the black and white cat that had survived the previous winter presented 5 scrawny little kittens.  I discovered them playing under the neighbor’s bushes and started to sneak food dishes over to them.  I wanted to catch them but had no idea how to do that.  They ran away every time I brought food.  I spent days on the phone, calling shelters and vet offices and pet stores, and no one could help me.  I had coaxed the mom with food and often found her nursing the babies in the backyard, but they were all still so skinny.  I don’t think that poor mom had much to give them.  Some days she’d show up with a leftover chicken piece to share with them and they would all fight over it.  I wish I had known how to help them.  The day after the big wind storm last fall was the last time I saw the kittens.  After that the mom sat in our driveway and cried loudly for about two weeks.  It broke my heart.  Then we never saw her again.  I have no idea what happened to those scrawny kittens and their mom.  
But I was determined to not let that happen again.
 
Sure enough, 3 grey kittens and their friendly stray mom made their way to our back porch.  I made a bed in a box and planned to just carry the box in with the kittens inside, but the day I was ready to do that they disappeared.  Eventually I saw them again, playing across the street.  I did some research and found out that kittens could be trapped….so Jim and I set out one evening with a borrowed trap and some twine to pull the door shut from a distance.  It was cold and drizzly and we hid behind a tree while the sweet mom hung around our feet.  With her so close to us, the kittens soon got brave and came out to check out the canned food treats we left in the trap.  One ventured in, and Jim pulled the door shut.  We had one!  I felt so bad taking it away from the mom but what a good feeling knowing we were saving that kitten from such an awful life.  The next week we got another, and we thought the last one was gone until a few weeks later.  He was snuggled up in the early winter snow one evening with his mom on our front porch chair.  I knew my husband was supportive of all of this when he said "that’s not right"…and snuck out to the chair and grabbed the baby.
 
I looked up how to tame feral kittens and by Christmas had found homes for all three grey kittens.  We found a home for the sweet friendly mom, too.  By then we had caught another starving little one, whom we decided to keep.  He is a beautiful and affectionate russian blue who happens to be terrified of everyone but us.  Yet while he is terrified of most people he happily greets each shy cat or kitten that comes into our home and helps them to adjust.
 
All winter long there were cats that showed up near our house, since by this time I just left food dishes by the porch all the time.  Most of them were feral and most of them had bite marks and frost bitten ears.  Such harsh lives.  And I still didn’t know how I was going to stop the kittens from coming in the spring.  I just knew I couldn’t handle seeing so much suffering.  I had found cats hit by cars, and a few of the cats never came around after the winter.  It was heart-breaking to think about them dying alone in the cold.
 
In January of  '09 I finally got in touch with a local cat rescue and learned that I was not alone.  I got connected with a woman doing some trapping on the west side, and she told me about SCOOP’s voucher program.  It is a program designed to assist people like me.  Just in time, since spring was right around the corner!  One of the cats we had seen for awhile, a grey bobtail, showed up with a bad limp.  I was so happy when I caught him on the first try.  I felt so hopeful that things on our street could change for the cats.
 
I continued to use SCOOP vouchers and OAR’s low cost spay/neuter clinic, and could never have done this without the support and encouragement that I found in Barb Wehman of SCOOP and the volunteer staff at OAR.  One of them would often have just the right idea or tip to keep me going. 
 
There were still kittens this summer, and some didn’t survive.  But I was able to trap or find homes for over 40 cats over the last year.  10 of them were kittens who got a fresh start as family pets.  Some were friendly strays that found great new homes, and some were ferals that are now fixed, vaccinated and returned.  A couple of them are part of our family now because we couldn’t let them go.  ALL are special and beautiful and have their own stories. 
 
Things are different on our street now.  Last summer I was literally checking under my car for kittens each time I left the driveway.  Now, there are only three feral cats that feed by my house every day.  They are healthy and have warm beds and best of all they won’t re-populate the street.  It’s sad to think about the ones that suffered but such a good feeling knowing the ones that have better lives now.  I always knew that one person could make a difference….but the real difference is made when we work together toward a common goal.  I have since found others in the neighborhood that care enough to provide food and have needed help and encouragement to start TNR.  I love being a part of the compassionate solution and knowing that we can stop the suffering, one cat at a time.
 
I still miss little Bella squealing around our house…..but what a difference she made

when she taught us that change was possible for the cats in the neighborhood.


Bella Settled In!



Please visit two of Jaydee's favorite rescue groups!

http://www.theanimalrescue.com/http://
http://www.scoopcat.org/

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The Life of Freedom

>> Friday, November 13, 2009

Many of you wrote me to ask about how Freedom is doing now (story from my last post). I emailed the Farm Sanctuary and got the response below. Please watch the slideshow and read the rest of Freedom's story. Cry with me as you celebrate Freedom's amazing life and the wonderful people who loved her.

Hi Jan,

Thank you for your email. Unfortunately, we lost Freedom earlier this year to spinal cancer. We memorialized her passing in the story and slideshow below.

http://www.farmsanctuary.org/rescue/memory/cincinnati.html

You are welcome to reference this memorial in your blog. Many people loved and admired her, and she is greatly missed at our sanctuary.

Thank you for writing about her rescue and for all that you do for animals.

Sincerely,

Tricia Barry
Communications Director
Farm Sanctuary
P.O. Box 150, Watkins Glen, NY 14891
Office: 607-583-2225 ext. 233
Mobile:607-342-5744

Learn about our shelter residents and take action on their behalf -- sign up for our alerts and online newsletter today!
http://www.farmsanctuary.org/member/

Farm Sanctuary
Rescue, Education, Advocacy
www.farmsanctuary.org
A compassionate world begins with you.

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Three Dog (not mine) Day...Really!

>> Sunday, August 30, 2009

I really need to carry a camera in my pocket. The story I'm about to tell you is true, but without photos it might be a little hard to believe (unless you've known me for a very long time).

Last week I left my friend's barn and headed to the barn where I board Tango. The day was as hot as it could possibly be and the scorching sun was literally baking the pavement on the country road. As if that wasn't bad enough, the humidity had to be at least 90 percent. It was awful.


Anyway, I hadn't traveled far when I noticed two large dogs in the middle of the road between two cornfields. One dog was a husky. Both of the dogs looked confused and exhausted.

Out of the window of my car I could clearly see collars on both dogs...and tags. "Good!" I thought to myself. "I'll get the phone number off their tags and find their owner."

I pulled to the side of the road, put on my hazard lights, and got out of my jeep. I called to the dogs. The husky was a little shy, but the other dog wasn't. He saw my open car door and smelled the air conditioning. Quick as a flash, the big muddy dog was panting in my backseat.

Next came the husky, who had clearly encountered a skunk along the way. I took a deep breath, got in the car, and managed to get the phone number off the big dog's tag...I tried (HA!) to stay clear of the skunky husky. The owner of the dogs answered his phone almost immediately. "I've been looking for them everywhere," he said. "Give me directions to where you are and I'll come and get them."

I gave the man directions to my barn and edged back onto the road towards my barn and Tango. Before I could make the first turn, the husky was in my lap...yes he was. It gets better. Now a dump truck was behind me and he wasn't happy. The driver kept laying on his horn urging me to move faster.

I COULDN'T! Not with a husky in my lap. So it went on that way until I pulled into the parking lot of my barn. Nothing is ever subtle in my life and this was no exception. Since all of the people at the barn heard the dump truck's blaring horn, they assumed horses had gotten loose and were on the highway. People came running from all directions. They were thankful that the horses were safe and amused that I couldn't get out of the car for reasons I've already told you.

Long story short (at least this story), the dogs' owner came and got them. My car smelled like skunk, dogs, and mud but I had a nice ride on Tango anyway.

After I rode Tango, I decided to go to a store that carries horse supplies to pick up some fly spray. The store is located about five miles from my barn...of course easily accessible by country roads. I hadn't gone far when I noticed a pit bull dog IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.

I closed my eyes and drove around the dog. Really I did. "No more dogs today... I just can't," I told myself.

I made it to Horse World, chatted with the owners, got my fly spray and headed back to the barn. I had actually forgotten about the pit until I SAW HER AGAIN. This time, I couldn't drive by. She was clearly being attacked by horse flies and I know how bad they are right now.

Once again I put on my hazard lights, opened my car door, and got out. The pit was friendly enough. In fact, she even let me slap the flies on her back (which gave me great satisfaction). It was then that I noticed she had on one of those shock collars that keep dogs inside electric fences. "Poor thing," I thought to myself.

I called the pit to my car and was going to drive up and down the road to find out where she lived. The fly-bitten-pit didn't want to get in my car and I wasn't going to argue with her so.....I locked my car, left the pit where she was and went walking up and down the road, knocking on doors until I found where she lived.

In the end, I was a dirty mess, my car smelled, and my husband wasn't happy. But I considered it a fine day. Why? Because three big lost dogs went home. Am I a sap or what?

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She Knows What Being a Mother is All About

>> Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The dog in the photo is Maggie. She belongs to Jeff and Rae. Remember? I told you all about her when I shared our rescue puppy story. Maggie is the mother dog who so bravely took care of her litter of puppies under the deck of the abandoned house. She's the mother who will be in all the photos at our puppy reunion!
The kittens in the photo are from a litter that I rescued last summer.
Rae knows how time consuming and difficult having a litter of newborn kittens can be. Every weekend last summer, Rae took the kittens to her house to give me a break. Guess who helped Rae? You've got it, Mother Maggie.

No, Maggie didn't have any milk. What she did have was a huge heart and the natural instinct to be a mother. We named the kittens Luke and Ruth. They suckled and nuzzled and cuddled with Maggie every weekend.

All the rescue stories I share with you involve so many people. My childhood friend, Joan came over every morning at 6:00 AM to help me feed and potty our little babies. These kittens were the only kittens I have ever had that were constipated...yes constipated. We tried everything and eventually had to take them to the vet where they received FREE vet enemas. I know that sounds horrible, but it was necessary.

My son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren took the babies when we left for a week's vacation.

Yes, rescuing is challenging but it is also rewarding. The two babies in the photo above went to a good home...together. It was hard (as usual) to give them up. It was glorious that they have known (and will continue to know) so much love.

I'm just waiting for another litter this summer. This year, I know where the babies will go. Can you guess?

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Young Heroines

>> Wednesday, July 8, 2009


You've been reading about Tango, Annabelle, and Maddie. I want to switch gears and share a rescue story that my childhood friend, Linda, left in the comment section a few weeks ago. She titled her comment, "Young Heroines," and rightly so.

We'll get back to my guys later. On Saturday, I'm attending the rescue puppies reunion and you can be sure I'll have some handsome dog photos and a heartwarming story to share then! For now, read Linda's story and share the joy that Linda felt when she witnessed a wonderful rescue.

Linda wrote:

Today I witnessed a wonderful rescue of a mother duck and 3 baby ducklings. I was taking my usual evening walk near an apartment complex that has a stream running by. This year I've seen several mother ducks and their babies living near the stream. As I was walking by, I saw two young ladies with a big pool net...it looked like they were trying to catch baby ducklings...so I asked them what was going on. It turns out the mother duck had a broken wing! They had a big plastic bin with a lid and had rescued the mother duck...their mother was going to take them to the Wildlife Center. Now they were trying to catch all eight baby ducklings to take with the mother. The plan was to return the mother and babies to the stream, once the mother was healed. The girls were using the pool net to guide the ducklings toward a wire cage they had propped between two rocks in the stream. One girl explained that they couldn't use the net to catch the ducklings because it would injure them. The girls were cousins and they worked together as a team. I was so impressed by their determination and inventiveness in trying to carefully trap the ducklings. They worked for at least an hour or more...jumping on rocks and getting into the stream at times. In the end, they caught three ducklings. It was getting late and their mother wanted them to stop because she wanted to get the mother duck to the Wildlife Center before it closed. A friend of mine who lives there, told us he thought the rest of the ducklings would be OK because they are about three weeks old. In previous years, he's seen ducklings left alone when their mother was killed...and he said they're usually able to manage. The cousins reminded me so much of Jan, my sister, our friend Ronnie, and myself when we were girls...and how much we cared about animals. It was wonderful to see young people who were learning about the natural world and doing their best to make the world a better place!

It is indeed wonderful to see young people learn about the natural world, Linda. Hopefully the cousins can share a friendship like ours. What a great childhood we had together. Loving relationships make for caring poeple who do make the world a better place.

Do you have a follow up to this rescue story? I'm sure we'd all like to know more!



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Good Rescue - Good Friends

>> Sunday, June 21, 2009


They looked like baked potatoes when we pried up the plank from the deck of a vacant house and pulled out seven puppies...one at a time. From the beginning, I called them jumbo puppies. These puppies (and others like them) are the reason I always know summer is going to be busy...very busy.

It started like this: A good friend of mine (you remember Anita from my Raining Squirrels post?) lived next door to a vacant house. For several weeks, a vicious looking dog would run from the backyard of the house and scare the beejeebers out of anyone who came near...including me! Trust me, I didn't go too close, but I tried to put a dish of water and food in the backyard more than once. The dog let me know I was unwelcome.

Anyway, this went on and on. The seemingly vicious dog got more aggressive. She tried to jump the fence and come into Anita's backyard more than once. Since Anita had an elderly dog of her own and children too, she was getting more than just a little nervous. The situation was getting bad.

One night my husband and I were over at Anita's for dinner.

"I had to call the animal warden," Anita told us. "I can't take a chance of that dog hurting Savannah (her dog) or Emily (her youngest daughter)."

I was sad but I understood. It was scary.

We ate dinner. As evening turned to night my husband fell asleep in front of Anita's televison. I fretted. About 11:00, Anita and I went out to see if the dog had been trapped. It had indeed. It only took a moment for me to see that this lactating dog had only been trying to protect its pups.

"We've got to get the mom out of this trap," I told Anita. "If the animal warden comes this dog doesn't stand a chance and I know she has puppies somewhere. She needs to be able to nurse them."

This story could go on and on but through the efforts of my husband (and a few other friends) we went into the very dark backyard of the vacant house. And yes, I had to wake up my poor husband. We needed as much help as we could muster at that late hour.

With flashlight in hand, we looked under bushes and in a shed. Finally, it dawned on one of us that the puppies were probably under the deck where they would be hard to reach. Of course, that's right where they were.

As soon as we started pulling the puppies out from under the deck, we transferred them to another large crate which we placed right beside the mother dog. We left that crate opened and untrapped the mom. She immediately ran into the crate with her pups. Now she didn't look so ferocious. In fact she looked downright grateful.

The next morning we went back to the vacant yard to make sure we hadn't missed any puppies. It broke my heart to find empty McDonald's bags and various other trash that the mother had obviously been eating just to survive. What maternal insincts she had.

Ten weeks and I can't tell you how many bottles of formula later, we placed all the puppies in good homes. Most of them went in twos, which made all of us very happy. The mother found a good home with one of my friends who helped to care for the pups all summer. Her name is Rae. In addition to taking the mother dog, Rae did puppy laundry, feedings, and just about everything she could do to help with the puppies.

In the end, it was a very successful rescue. A patient at my vet's office had formed a foundation to honor her dog. It paid for every single shot the puppies and their mother received. Can you think of a better end to a rescue story?

Oh! I can think of one way. There's going to be a puppy reunion in July. I'll take lots of pictures to share with all of you.

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Should I Rescue a Cat?

>> Sunday, June 14, 2009

Here's the question. Should I or shouldn't I? Up until Kelly came, I always had cats. I love anything with fur and kittens are no exception. My cat, Sophie (18) had just died when I rescued Kelly. Kelly is/was the only dog I have ever had that chased cats. Of course Kelly chased anything that moved (with the exception of the other dogs). So, since I was fearful of what might happen with a cat, I got Maddie then rescued Annabelle. Our house was more than full. Now it seems quiet and slightly empty. So....do I or don't I? That's the question of the day. Help!

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Annabelle - What a difference a year makes...

>> Tuesday, April 28, 2009


Annabelle came to us a year ago last October. She was our most challenging rescue because the unknown abuse she must have suffered led to incredible fear and distrust...especially of men.

All I know about Annabelle's past is that her previous owner went to prison for twenty-five years (for a child related offense). I called my rescue friend who had placed Annabelle with us and said, "Find out when he's due to get out on parole, because he's never getting this dog back."

Her response was chilling, "He hung himself," she said.

Annabelle is blond. He hair is curly and wiry...much like a terrier. Her body is long and her lets are short...much like a dachshund. Annabelle resembles the dog in the story of the Grinch.

At any rate, I let our other two dogs (Maddie and Kelly) take care of Annabelle when she first arrived. She put herself in the middle of the pack and that's how they roamed the house and the yard. After a week or so, she would let me touch her slowly and gently, but I was the only one.

My advice to my husband and sons was: "Don't look at her. Don't touch her and don't talk to her." With the exception of my middle son, the advice worked and after several months Annabelle warmed up them.

My middle son was another story. He must have somehow reminded Annabelle of her past. When Jeff came over (all my sons are grown and married) Annabelle would charge him. Kelly (who knew and loved everyone) would join her. They would pin Jeff to the back of the basement door and bark ferociously.

Needless to say, this didn't go over well. Thankfully, instead of being furious at the situation, Jeff tried to figure out how to gain Annabelle's trust. First of all, I felt that I knew Annabelle well enough to say, "Quit allowing her to back you in a corner. Hold your head high and walk by her as though she isn't there."

I know it was intimidating to Jeff, but he did just that. Then one day, just as Jeff and my daughter-in-law Eileen were getting ready to leave, Jeff took off his T shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked as everyone else looked and wondered.

"I'm going to put my shirt on the couch for Annabelle to smell all week," Jeff answered.

Annabelle did indeed smell Jeff's shirt. His scent became familiar to Annabelle. Eventually, she even slept on top of the cotton-soft shirt.

I'm not sure if Jeff's act of kindness was because he really wanted Annabelle to trust him or if it was because he was bound and determined not to be defeted by a dog, but in any case, the left-behind T-shirt worked.

Annabelle quit barking at Jeff. She even began to let him pet her. A year after the fact, Annabelle greets Jeff with a wagging tail. She's still cautious of men, but Annabelle trusts us enough to let her know she's safe.

She's a good girl.

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