May 14th 2011 5:37 pm
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Our story began on April 30, 2009. Mommy was running errands and happened to spot two spunky little puppies playing under a truck in a parking lot. It was an unusually hot day, and we were just trying to keep cool. She spotted a basket on the front porch of a nail salon, along with a bowl of kibble that looked like it had been sitting there for a while. Immediately she went and scooped us up; we gave her lots of kisses. Our Mommy's mommy went into the nail salon and asked the lady if we belonged to her... she said that her son gave us to her, but "you can do what you want with them".
We didn't get put back down.
Now, 2 years later, we are happy, healthy, and filled with more spunk than Mommy can handle. She's threatened us with boarding school, but we know that she's only kidding. We have a wonderful home! We love our basset siblings! Best of all, we've taught Mommy what it's like to save the life of an animal. Mommy has always supported animal shelters and rescues, but now that we are around, she views them in a new light.
We think that rescuing a pet from an animal shelter or rescue is one of the greatest things a person can do! Their are lots great dogs, cats, rodents, and birds in shelters all over the world that deserve to have a great home just like us! Right this moment, there are hundreds of thousands of animals just waiting for someone to come and give them a forever home!
Here is a poem that we wrote in honor of the wonderful people who have supported shelters and rescues:
Thank You
Thank you for speaking for us,
when we can not defend ourselves.
Thank you for always being around
to offer food, love, shelter, and hope.
Thank you for fighting to protect us,
and working to give us a better life.
Thank you for treating us with compassion,
when we can no longer fight.
Thank you for fighting for justice
when someone treats us wrong,
and thank you for rescuing us,
from a life full of loneliness and pain.
April 25th 2010 3:55 pm
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I Knew You Were the One
From the moment I saw your deep soulful eyes
peering at me through the cage bars,
I knew you were the one.
From the moment my hand stroked your
warm glossy coat, I realized that I needed you
as much as you needed me.
The moment your paw gently touched my knee
a space in my heart was filled and
I knew you would be mine forever:
my companion, my friend, my dog.
From the moment I saw your face
smiling at me through my cage bars
I knew you were the one.
From the moment your hand
gently stroked my head, I learned
that humans can be kind, and that I need you.
The moment you opened that cage door and said,
"Let's go home boy!"
I knew you would be mine forever:
my companion, my savior, my human.
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Copper and Bailey came into my life on April 30, 2009. They did not come from a shelter, but they were on their way to one, or worse. It was an unusually hot day, and I was running errands. As I sat in the car waiting to go inside a store, I saw two tiny fur balls running underneath parked cars. I was shocked! They were only about 30 feet from an extremely busy street... during rush hour. I quickly ran over and scooped them up. I called my mother over and she went inside to see who they belonged to while I held them. She and the owner of a nail salon came out, and the lady explained that they were hers, but we could "do what you want with them". Without speaking a word my mother and I decided that we would take them with us, spay/neuter them, and find them a good home. So we told the lady that we would take them. She said "whatever". And we left. On the way home I looked into their precious eyes and my heart felt like it would melt. We had just rescued these poor little angels from a very hard life. I originally named the "Phil and Lil" because I didn't want to get too attached. I took them to the vet the next day and she said that they were malnourished and about 10 weeks old. I put up fliers at the vet and shelter. Three days later I received a phone call. It was a woman asking about the puppies. She said "Yes, I am calling about the puppies that are up for adoption". When I heard this a got a lump in my throat! I said, I think they have already found a home". Later that day my mom told me that she got a similar call but couldn't give them up so she told them they had the wrong number. I called the vet and shelter 10 minutes later and told them to please take down the fliers. I renamed them Copper and Bailey and the rest is history.
Rescue pups touch your heart in a way that no one else can. Knowing that without you they would most likely have suffered a terrible end, creates a bond that you cannot undo.
November 30th 2009 9:50 pm
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Dear Santa Paws,
This is our first Christmas and we think better start out with a few explanations. We know we probably haven't been the best behaved pups, but Santa Paws, we swear it hasn't all been our fault. We're sure you remember the time when Mommy took us to Petsmart and we spent the whole time barking at everybody in the store. You see, that wasn't really our fault, we were little pups and we just wanted to tell everyone that we had arrived. And of course you remember our "nippy" stage. Again, we're really sorry, but Mommy made such funny noises when we bited her that we thought she was having as much fun as we were. We are also sorry that we pick on our big brofurs and sisfurs. It's just that they are so much fun! They have big ears to tug on and long tails to hang onto.
Santa Paws, we know we have been bad... but mommy really did need some cheering up at times if that counts fur anything, and we did manage to do that for her. Pawlease don't leave us coal in our stockings. We really do need some new toys and treats if it is not too much trubble. And we pawmise, Mr. Santa Paws we will be good little pups and will be good from now until December 25.
Sending warm puppy kisses,
Copper and Bailey
PS: If you go into the backyard, please be careful of the holes. We have been dig... we mean doing a little project and wouldn't want you to trip.
Oh, and if you happen to hear a few barks when you come down the chimney... it was Hunter!
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