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Lola- ♥ - Lab

Furry Angel

Barked: Sun Aug 20, '06 2:38pm PST


	I was rescued just last October 2005. My Mom rescued me from Labs4rescue.com! Thank goodness for them because I was in a kill shelter with 6 of my other sisters. We were very close to Huricane Katrina!! It was scary for sure. Labs4rescue pulled us out and found us foster homes. That's when I met my forever Mom. She just wanted to foster me but then... she fell in-love with me & just could imagine letting ME out of her heart. SO hear I am... A very happy rescued Lab! I can't wait to hear everones elses stories!! Have a great weekend everyone! x ♥ x ♥

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Daisy - R.I.P.

Good Morning- Beautiful.

Barked: Sun Aug 20, '06 9:59pm PST


	Hey there.. I was rescued by my mommy the day before I was to be killed....she didn't know at the time. I was beaten, starved and tied to a tree for the first 3 years of my life. We had a hurricane a few months before my mommy got me and where I lived, it was hit the hardest and longest.... my jailers left me outside in it with no shelter. I was only 45 lbs when mommy got me. The shelter where I came from got me up to that weight. I was suppose to be at least 80 lbs. I was really scared and because of that I was fear aggressive. Now my new family loves me so much...I am not afraid anymore and I am a very happy trucker queen who weighs a healthy 87 lbs. Life is WONDERFUL now.

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Rocky-Rehomed, we miss you!

#1 poopy eater

Barked: Mon Aug 21, '06 12:58am PST


	Great stories! We are all so luckybabies and parents! My name is Rocky. Some mean people left me outside of a shelter when I was less than a year old! No one knows why or who, but they did . Anyway, after that I was in foster care and placed in a few homes, but always returned back to the animal shelter. People made up excuses about having allergies and stuff, but I didn't like them anyway! After being tossed around for the past year from place to place, my foster mom brought me to meet my forever mommy and grandpa! I don't like anyone I meet at first, but the second that I saw my mommy I ran up to her and gave her lots of kisses. I just knew that I wanted her to be my mom! I was super skinny and mom started feeding me all of this awesome food because she said that I needed to fatten up! Since then, I have been really good, but I am still very mean to and scared of other people. Everytime my mommy's boyfriend touches her I try to bite him! Mommy thinks it's cute though because she loves me soooo much. I have a great sister too, now! I don't like it when she tries to eat my bones though! Doesn't she realize that all bones automatically belong to me? I am happy that my mom found me, I am a lucky guy.

Conrad

PLEASE DON'T- LEAVE ME!!!!!

Barked: Mon Aug 21, '06 8:25am PST


	Conrad was also rescued the day before he was slated to be put down at a high-volume municiple pound in Maryland. That was back in '02 and I can hardly believe that he's now reaching his middle age with us! Conrad was a victim of the "Oh Please Mommy and Daddy Can We Have a Puppy--We Promise To Take Care of Him!!!" Syndrome. He was surrendered by his former family to the pound, so we know some of his story from what they put on his forms when they brought him in. He was got as a puppy because the family's kids really wanted a dog and promised to care for him. As it turns out, Conrad grew to be quite a large dog (over 80 lbs. when we adopted him, now a healthy 95 lbs at his proper weight) and took more care than the kids were willing to give. The kids soon lost interest, and he was clearly abused and neglected by the parents. His forms said that he wasn't fully housetrained, but since we've had him he's never had an accident not due to illness, so we suspect that he was going in the house because he wasn't let out enough. Either that or he was a primarily-outside dog who never saw the inside of the house as his living quarters that shouldn't be pottied in. We think he was probably beaten for his accidents because he was very hand-shy and nervous when we first brought him home. Conrad also suffers from Seperation Anxiety--we're not sure whether this was a preexisting condition or a symptom of being abandoned by his first family or removed from his litter at too young of an age. His SA is now quite succesffully managed and is really hardly even an issue any more. But woah nelly, once upon a time.... Well, it was bad. Because of my experience with Conrad, I always make sure to take every opportunity to warn kids who really want dog to make sure that their parents want the dog too. I also am always ready to counsel people with SA dogs who might be at their wits end and ready to surrender or rehome. Been there, done that, had the panic attacks. Stay tuned for Conrad's brother Marlowe's story. It's a lot less exciting!

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Marlowe, CGC

BAH-ROO-ROO-ROOO- OO!!!

Barked: Mon Aug 21, '06 8:42am PST


	This is Conrad's brother, Marlowe. Marlowe was adopted this past April from the shelter I volunteer at in Pittsburgh. He was picked up as a stray by animal control in another, more rural, county (coonhounds are very rare in the city). The shelter in the county he was found in was full and couldn't take him, so he was brought to the shelter here. I was at the shelter the day he was brought in and we saw each other across a crowded room and fell instantly in love. When I met him the first time, he stood on his hind legs and wrapped his paws around me in a hug and stared deeply into my eyes. Which I know sounds like awful doggy behavior, but you really had to see how he did it to understand how gentle it was. Even now when he's really particularily scared or uncertain (which isn't often but the vet's office comes to mind!) he'll do that. Marlowe's backstory is sketchy because he was a stray. He's purebred and has tattoos in his ears which couldn't be traced, but he's also a little on the runty side for his breed and is not show quality due to his size. He was clearly a hunting dog and had been kept outside. When we brought him home he was totally clueless as to how to behave as a pet dog. We housetrained him and obedience trained him and his personality blossomed in the few weeks after he came to live with us. Marlowe has no behavior problems whatsoever and as a matter of fact is so even-tempered that we're becoming certified to do pet-assisted therapy together. He's a really wonderful, shining example of a shelter dog and I often bring him up to challenge those who would say that all shelter or rescue dogs are "damaged goods" in some way or all have behavior problems. Marlowe is just the light of my life. I really wish I could take both my boys everywhere with me! But they're both big, so that's generally frowned upon. HMPH!

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Ollie

Squeaks Must- Die!

Barked: Mon Aug 21, '06 11:22am PST


	Hi All. My sister, Wave, and I were busy with an agility trial this weekend, but have just posted our rescue stories (along with our fantastic results from this past weekend) on the group messages site. Rescues Rule!!

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Iggy

Kiss me...I'm- making up for- lost time!

Barked: Wed Aug 23, '06 8:59am PST


	I don't see any "damaged goods" in this group...just a bunch of sweet babies who didn't have the starts they deserved. We rescues may require a little more attention and patience sometimes, but we are 100% appreciative of the love we receive. Past is past...the present and future is what counts now! And don't forget belly rubs. I don't know about the rest of you, but I live for belly rubs! Sloppy Iggy Kisses to All~

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Oreo

One tough- cookie!

Barked: Sat Nov 4, '06 8:18pm PST


	When I was about a year old, my first owners dropped me off at the pound in Indianapolis claiming that they "didn't have time" for me. They didn't bother to tell the people at the shelter my name or anything about me. I was so matted that I couldn't see and I was covered in fleas. My owners had tried to "groom" me by shaving part of my back. I was so embarrassed. But you know what was even more embarrassing? I was a year old and I still went potty in the house. Don't go spreading that around though. I'm housebroken now and that's all the other dogs on this site need to hear about it. A rescue group finally came along and sprung me from doggie jail. Then I went to live with my foster mom for a month. While I was there, I had lots of little dog friends and cool toys to play with, and Miss T.J. worked on housebreaking and training me. Then, my Mom found me on Petfinder and I went to my forever home. By the time I got there I knew not to chew her stuff and to go potty outside, but the only command I knew was "No!" And if Mom said that word too loud I'd run and hide and try to bite her if she got too close. I finally realized that no matter how mad I make my Mom she isn't going to hit me, but now that I know she won't hit me, I keep trying to see if I can be in charge. I've gotten a lot of good bites in, but she still hasn't sent me back. But even though I bite her sometimes, I really, really, really love my Mom. I spend most of my day guarding the door to make sure no one breaks in and hurts her. I also go ballistic if I see anyone besides my Mom carrying something. I don't want them to hit me or my Mom with it. I'd do anything to keep my Mom safe. No one is going to take her away from me now. I have warmed up to some of my Mom's friends and family though. My great-grandparents are especially fun, and love to spoil me. As long as my Mom trusts people enough to sit down at their feet, they're ok by me. But I'll still be watching them, just to make sure they're on the up and up. When I first came to live with my Mom, I was also afraid to chew on my toys because I wasn't sure they were mine, but I got over that too, and now I can barely wait for Mom to get the tags off a new toy so I can chew it. I love my new home. I'm so glad my Mommy picked me. Thanks Mom!

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Wizzer D.- Couch

BALL, BALL,- FIZZIE, MOMMY,- BALL

Barked: Sun Nov 5, '06 11:16am PST


	Well, my story is one long long tail... But I will make it short though... I was in a burlap sack getting ready to be thrown in the river, and my daddy came along and took me away, he saved me from the doom of being drowned. What happened to lead up to the sack, well, I got really sick and kept pottying on the couch and all over the house, well, my owners just thought i was stupid and couldn't figure out how to potty outside, they tried everything to teach me, the hit me, kicked me, threw me around, yelled at me, but never thought to take me to the vet. Well, my new daddy took me home to my new mommy, she gave me this pink stuff that made my belly feel better and she to me took the vet, they said i had giardia and possibly parvo. they told her she should just put me down becuase i would never get better. Well, mommy wouldn't hear of it, she stayed up with me every night and held me and cuddled me. She took such good care of me that i got better, good and healthy! I even became a frisbee dog and learned how to swim and fish. It just goes to show that love can conquer anything! Thank goodness for my mommy!

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Jack

Neutered is- Cuter!!!!! (wink- wink)

Barked: Thu Nov 9, '06 5:20pm PST


	Hi there, I am new to this group. You all look like a fun bunch. My rescue story is on my dogster page, but I will add that in May 2005 someone saw my pic on the internet on a page that said "Please Save Josh". I was in a shelter that didn't have very much room. I was in a kennel with several other big dogs and I was only about 10 # then. So I learned to stay to myself and not make any trouble! A lady in Kansas got a phone call from the AC guy in that shelter because he thought I was cute and he did NOT want to 'put me down'. He told the lady I had only a couple days. The lady fostered dogs from this man before so he was hoping she would save Josh (that is what the man named me. I didn't have a name, I was picked up as a stray. Someone must have loved me once because I had my dewclaws done and tail docked..I was a purebred). Well, this lady couldn't have any more foster dogs as she was at her limit. So she did some emailing around and found another lady several states away in Michigan, and that lady said she would foster me. So Jill (the Kansas Angel) went and pulled me and got me to my foster mom. When my foster mom got her first look at me, I made sure I was extry cute. I wiggled and sat up and licked her hand. And it worked. She just couldn't let me go. She decided that night she would adopt me and that is how I found my Foreverandever Home. I had some accidents in the house for a long time because I was used to being outside but now I know better. I even peed all over the bottom shelf of the hall bookshelf and ruined many of Mom's books but she forgave me. I only hope that the other dogs in my shelter found nice families too. So that is why I think that Neutered is Cuter!!!

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