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I understand a young woman had the idea for the adopt-athon and I couldn’t be happier.  I believe they had over 30 shelters and rescue groups in one place at one time, and more dogs than I could count.  (there was even a pony there!) 

I went to help Katie, but I did take the Chi’s from the hoarding case.  They were not exactly thrilled about the whole situation, but they were happy to be held even by strangers, as they were not to happy about being in the puppy pen.  lol  (They are just a bit spoiled now!) 

SooOOOOoo what do you do for your dogs at an adoption event with hundreds of other dogs there, to get them to stand out?  You get them Tutu’s of coarse.

And stood out they did!  The Tutu’s were a big hit with the other rescue people and for the dogs who didn’t mind them, they were walked with them on…….they were just fun and made everyone smile.

The event was a success, the Hope clinic who put it on said it will be an annual event and for me personally it was nothing short of a miracle because “Mama Dog”, my rescue from the abuse case last year was adopted.  She had been in Foster between me and Laura C, for a year.

The night before the event a neighbor knocked on Katie’s door, he had two puppies with him.  He had been driving down HWY 24 and saw the man in front of him slow down just enough to throw two dark objects out the window of a moving car.  He slowed to see what it was….

Some idiot had thrown them out like trash along a busy Highway.  (This is where I always say “I like my dogs better than most humans”, but you guys already know that.)  They survived and Katie took them to the event so maybe someone would meet them and fall in love with them.

They were a big hit with the little ones at the event, and soaked up all of the attention.  Even from the wee little ones who wanted to meet a puppy for the first time.

I’m so thankful for all of the people who work tirelessly to save “thrown away” animals lives, and thankful to the people who are open and willing to give a little furry creature a second chance at life.

 See you next year Hope!  🙂

 I spent last Saturday lurking around one of my favorite shelters.  A small, rural, poorly funded shelter……favorite because they almost NEVER put dogs down.  I donate my photography skills to help get dogs and cats adopted.  Nothing goes as planned when trying to photograph dog, cats and kittens……but sometimes you are able to catch a quiet moment of a purring cat…

I do my best to stay out of the way of the staff who are always so busy, however it’s hard.  I try to let the dogs and cats relax around me and snap a few photos…….I never know what I have ended up with until I get home.  I thought this was cute of the kittens.

This little lady didnt have a name yet at the time I shot this photo.  However now she has been given the name Pepper.  She was one of the hoarding dogs taken from the same place the three at my house were pulled from.  She spent her whole life outside, with only a blue barrel for shelter.  When she was pulled from the hoarders house, the tips of her ears were raw from fly bites.  Those open sores have healed.  She is fearful of humans and surprised me when she crawled over to me and semi-crawled into my lap.  (she won my heart at this very moment)  She is VERY bonded with the other elderly female dog she was house with her whole life.

This is her friend, and they are very, very bonded…..I am not sure how many years they spent in that pen, however what I do know, is those days are over.  She needs a good grooming and someone to love her.  She is a beautiful old dog, who deserves to spend the rest of her life curled up in someones house, on a soft fluffy bed.

The Shelter director said they would like to keep these two together and clearly understand that.  I know because of the fact they are not house trained and not yet good with people, the chance of them getting adopted is slim to none….So once I get these two Chi’s fixed and placed I am going to foster these two ladies.

I took photos of more dogs and cats on this day than I can post today, however here is a cat who was adopted after we posted my photos…..his name is “Patches” and he had been at the shelter for over a year.

I might not be able to take them ALL home, even when I want to…..but if taking these photos, and allowing the Shelter’s to use them, help get any animals adopted it is WELL worth my energy and time.

This little guy was dumped by his owner because of his “medical problems”, however his medical problems resulted from his human NOT giving him enough water.  They didnt want to give him water because they didnt want to clean up his accidents in the house. 

Sometimes you know the story behind how they ended up at the shelter, sometimes you dont.  This beautiful dog Oden was left at the Shelter by a man who clearly had loved him and taken good care of him, however he was headed to jail for a period of time.  He was very upset to leave him at the Shelter, but he was  adopted the week I posted these photos…..he was a GREAT dog and I knew someone would be thrilled to have him.


 So for now……when I visit the shelter and want to take them all home and cant…….I will just do some more Shelter Shots and pray that someone will look at the photos and find a forever friend they cant resist.

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It always starts with a phone call…….and because I had decided to lay low for a few months, I hadnt given my new number out to many people.  Didnt matter, cuz they knew how to get ahold of me anyway.  lol  I get a call, “They’ve got a hoarding case in -bleep- County and they need someone to help with some dogs.”  My only question is, “Are they big or little?”  Not that it matters but it is the only question that rolled out of my mouth.  She says “mainly little and I think they are in really bad shape, they have one that they think might not make it through the night.” 

My friend who calls me lives in a tiny town just outside of where I live.  I tell her I will head that way, and then we will drive together to another city about 40 minutes further South to meet Lindzy who not only was transporting the dogs to us, but she also was one of the people who went inside of the house when the dogs were pulled.

Once she arrived we got a tiny glimpse into the life of a hoarder….and it broke my heart.  Not only for the dogs, but my heart hurt for the man who seemed to have no clue what harm he was doing to these dogs.

 It was starting to grow dark, but it was clear that most of them were very thin and missing lots of fur…some missing all fur…some just seemed happy to be outta that hell hole, while others were too sick to do anything other than lay in the crate and look at  us.  This pull of dogs included 10 or so adult dogs and 4 tiny puppies.  They were going to try to go back the following day to removed 20 or so more.

Before they met us at transport, they had given them all a capstar because every one of them was overran with flea’s,(matter of fact the entire house was) and gave each one a medicated bath and trimmed nails. 

I had only planned on taking one…… fate would have it, I brought home 3.  An old soul who is nearly naked, who looks very much like my Franny and two tiny black Chi’s.


We are currently taking it one day at a time…..and they have been with me for a total of 5 days now.  All three are eating and doing better than day one.  Lindzy told us of the horrid conditions in the house, the hoarder himself is 85 and a former back yard breader.  She said the conditions of the house were just like you see hoarders houses on Animal Planet.  Bad, very very bad.   The man suffered a stroke and the dogs were found by family members after he went into the hospital.

The older, larger dog who reminded me so much of Franny is also deaf.  He has lost most of his hair and what is left, is like long peach fuz.

The dogs are all covered in sores.  I started counting the sores on the female Chi, and I just stopped counting at 30.

For now they are working on getting healthy, eating good food, drinking as much clean water as they want, rolling in the grass and learning about being a dog, in a normal house……..

They seem to enjoy the sun, fresh air and a drink of water more than I can explain.  It is a shame that they had to live so many years without it.

More often than not, rescue work makes me dislike humans even more; the ability some people have to dump and or harm animals never ceases to amaze me, not to mention hurt me to my core…….then again when I find really GOOD rescue people and or adopters, it helps remind me that there are still some good people left in the world.

I met my friend Katie well over a year ago.  She runs a “real” rescue along with her husband and children……everyone helps but she does the majority of the work.  I say “real” because they rescue tons of dogs from death row, and spend lots of time and money rehoming them all over the county.  Not that I am not a real rescue but my volume of furry souls that comes to my house is tiny in comparison.  One strong common rescue fiber we share is the fact we both pull the dogs in the worst shape…….the ones who are in horrible condition, the ones that not only adopters pass over but also the ones other rescue people walk past.  (Too much money to rehabilitate and rehome.)    Not to mention she rescues Pit Bulls, a breed that will always be near and dear to my heart.

She invited me over for Chili last night and to watch the kids set off fireworks.  To be honest I almost didn’t go, simply because it was SO d@mn HOT out (98 degrees) and I didn’t feel like doing anything other than stretching out on the couch and drinking a bottle of wine. (It’s been a long week)  Not to mention the fact, I normally prefer time with my animals over time with most humans.

BUT I said “yes” and went, I enjoyed the fireworks and good conversation……..not to mention the fact I got to meet the new rescue dogs.  I have met most of her current crew, even been with her when some of them were pulled from the shelters they originated in, however it has been months since I was there and she recently brought it several special needs dogs.  All of whom I wanted to meet.

  1. A puppy who has three legs after being caught in an illegal hunting trap….she had been dumped by his human and lived in the woods prior to his rescue.
  2. A bulldog who has severe skin issues.
  3. A small mix breed dog who came in with a broken jaw and a broken hip…OH and severely matted.
  4. A pit who had been tazed in the eye by a police officer during a house raid.
  5. A large male Great Dane who was really malnourished.

I am glad I went.  I had a really nice time with Katie and family…….met all of the new rescue dogs, enjoyed the kids fireworks along with Mother Natures own fireworks (several hours of the best heat lightning I have ever seen…. while sitting out in the country under a dark big sky) and some excellent Chili. 

Sitting there looking at each dog as she brought them out to meet me, hurt my heart.  It is similar to the feeling I get while at the shelter, however without the feeling of desperation I often feel from the dogs when at a shelter.  This sensation was more like, “How did these animals get here, in such sad shape.”  It really is heart breaking.  Take the dog who came in with the broken jaw and hip……after some treatment, antibiotics and a total shave down he was feeling SO much better……granted he still has lots of health issues, skin issues and a large sore on his back end but watching him move around the living room trying to charm all of us one by one, to scratch his rump… let me know clearly he had been someone’s house dog at one time………so in my mind, I cant get past….”How did he get here in such bad shape?” What happened?   It seriously breaks my heart.

Some dogs come and you can tell then have never know the love of a human, they have never spent time in a house, etc.  Others come and after a few days it’s clear someone loved them at one time and they know all about living life in a house with a family.  Take my little rescue “Bently” for instance. 

He was pulled by my friend Tara from a horrible shelter.  After a few days of adjusting here, it was evident he had been loved by someone, he knew about going “bye bye”, knew he wanted to sleep with his human at night, and after a few days of reminders he was right back on track with being house trained.  So what happened?  Why was he dumped at that God awful shelter, who could leave a dog there that ever actually loved it? 

I often think with the older dogs, “maybe his human passed and the family members didn’t want him”………..that was the case this past winter with a tiny red Chihuahua that I pulled from a rural shelter.  His owner was 94 and went into a nursing home.  His family after taking this gentleman to the nursing home, then promptly dropped this tiny, elderly dog with two cataracts off at this very rural shelter in the middle of winter.  (*&^%$ A-holes)

All of my animals have stories…… least partial stories. 

  • Bear was left at the shelter a second time (he was adopted as a puppy) after he grew too large (24 lbs) to live with his family in an apartment, they claim the landlord made them get rid of him.  He was at the shelter 6 months prior to me pulling him and spent most of his time in a tiny cage.  He was so depressed for months following rescue he would barely hold his head up to look at me, and wouldn’t make eye contact, he wouldn’t eat if anyone was in the room and he hid if you looked at him.
  • Oreo was a Bears friend at the shelter, he had been left in his crate prior to coming to the shelter for about 23 hours a day, this made him have issues with the tendons in his leggs.  He was a BBD (Big Black Dog) that no one wanted.  He and Bear were set to be put down the next day, had I not pulled them.
  • Fuzz was in such bad shape when I pulled her, she was matted horrible and was so terrified at the shelter that we literally had to throw a coat over her to get her because she bit anyone that came near her……she came malnourished and traumatized.  She had a thyroid issue that had never been treated.  She now goes everywhere with me, even to work with me on the weekends…
  • Winston also came to me in physically bad shape and the owners dropped him off at the shelter and told them that he had lived outdoors (for 11 years) because they couldn’t potty train him.  (He had to be sedated to be groomed, tried to bite anyone that came near him for months, needs daily eye drops……..and was house trained at my house within two weeks.  He learned to love me on his own terms and I adore him……….he is now a permanent resident because of his age, health issues and fact he would rather bite most people than look at them……oh yeah, and he’s blind. 
  • Franny, was an escape artist at her former house, she came FULL of every kind of worm she could possibly get and was picked up by animal control several times, until her owner simply surrendered her.  (They didn’t want to pay the $25 fine to get her out)  She more than doubled her weight within 30 days of being at our house and has never tried to escape my fence in the 8 years she has lived here.
  • And there is little Kiwi, the former Amish puppy mill dog.  He was in over all bad shape, had seizures and terrified when he came.  He had never know love of any sort and humans only meant harm to him… took him so long to love and trust.

I guess they all have stories…….but those stories, or lack thereof, never stop hurting my heart when I hear them… or I see them in that kennel at the shelter so broken mentally and physically. 

 Sometimes rescue work is so physically and financially draining on me, I often wonder how I can save another dog.   I often tell myself, “this is the last one, I just cant do it anymore”……….then I get that phone call from the shelter and I hear that next story……

I have a new soul in my care……an old soul named “Mama”.  I had a dream several days prior to her arival that I was calling a dog named “Mama”……….went to pick her up and Katie said “Her name is Daisy”.  We sat in her livingroom and discussed the neglect case surrounding her previous owners and I kept talking to her and calling her Daisy and she would never even look at me… soon as I said “Hey Mama, you ready to go?” she swung her head around and Katie said, “I guess Mama it is”…….
I have neglected to write about her for two reasons.  The largest one being I truly wasnt sure she would survive.  She was just THAT bad.
She is an elderly dog, severly malnourished, and has a severe upper respritory infection……..I simply didnt know if her broken body would be able to mend or if years of neglect and living outdoors without even adiquite shelter would take it’s toll.
 When I saw the photo taken of her at the shelter…… broke my heart.  I couldnt leave her there…..this elderly, gray faced. boney dog….. who would adopt her?  No one it seemed, so I had Katie pull her.  Here she would gain weight and get healthy….
She was taken along with two other dogs, a pony, a horse, chickens, and other various farm animals as a result of all of the animals on the farm being severly neglected.  For Mama it seemed, they got there just in time.  I dont know how much longer she would have lasted.
Batteling the Kennel Cough has proven to be difficult.  She is now on her second round of antibiotics and I’m giving her some over the counter stuff for her cough….it does seem to help.  She is slowly getting better….slowly.
She is gaining weight and at the Vets office last week they said she had gone from 39 lbs to 44!  🙂  Even at 44 she is still way under weight……but we are headed in the right direction.  ~ But to be honest, I imagine she should be about 60 lbs.  She is still thin but you can no longer see any ribs…..she is filling out.
I am finally writing about her because I feel like we have turned that corner……she is getting better, gaining weight…happy.  She is an awsome dog, who deserves a loving, forever home! 

JUST LOOK AT THAT FACE!!!  How cute can one little dog be???  OK, so he came home from the Vet’s office looking a little more like a little rat than a poodle, but they had to clip him all the way down to get the mats out………. now he just looks like all eyes………..and he is so darn tiny.

I will soon be trying to place him in a loving home where someone can dote on him.  He SO adores being held and spoiled…..I just need to find the right person who will love him for the rest of his days…..

He is SO darling, scared and tiny… could anyone dump him at the shelter?

Some days nothing goes as planned…….the last few days have been like that, and the day I took Kiwi to the Vet was no exception. 

Problem #1 is my Vet of 15 years is retiering…..well, he sort of is and in his place he has 4 or 5 vets who rotate in and out of his office to cover for him.  The fact he is almost never there, the staff that are left are often either rude or simply seem to have no clue what is happening; has made me look elsewhere for a regular Vet.  (Last week when I was there, they charged me for services that I didn’t receive and sent me home with a rabies certificate when I had a heart worm test done)  I have been dragging my feet on finding a new Vet for almost a year, but it is time. 

The visit PRIOR they claimed they didnt have me on the schedule at all, then when I went to buy flea meds for the dogs a week ago, the girl gave me the pills for the wrong weight sizes…….I had to drive back to get it squared away.  UGH

It has been a source of frustration and disappointment for me.  Watching his health deteriorate broke my heart, this was the Vet who would get right down on the floor with the dogs when they came in…..  I LOVE my old Vet, Dr Kerley.  I mean, I could call him at home if need be and he would have (and DID) come to my house in the middle of the night if needed.  They just dont make them like that any more…….Having him as my Vet and a friend for all of these years has been a blessing.

Now in his absence, I let them rotate me thru the various Vet’s covering for him and doing so, I found one I truly loved……..

Dr Kruse….she is by far my favorite of all of the Vets I have seen there……since meeting her she has helped me numerous times with my rescue dogs, giving me a deep discount or not charging me at all for office visits, just meds.  I appreciate her so much for this.  She truly loves the animals she cares for and she takes plenty of time to examine them and talk with the human.   (Not one of those rush you in and rush you out Vets.)  BUT the only problem is that she is only there a couple of times a month.  (that stinks.)  She books up way in advance so I seldom get to see her.

So…..She examined Little Kiwi last week within 24 hours of him coming home with me………we sort of set a plan of action up for him and as soon as I left the office I set the plan in motion……


I dropped Kiwi off the other day early in the morning for phase one of Kiwi’s new life and about 3 hours later I get a call from a Vet…….but not one of the Vet’s I was familiar with.

He was concerned about Kiwi, he had given him a brief examination prior to giving him a shot to sedate, him and heard a slight heart murmur.

The Vet explained that due to Kiwi’s age and health he would rather him only been knocked out once for ALL of his treatments he needs, that he would give me a discount on the neuter (charging the same cost of the low cost spay and neuter place I had an appointment at) and take care of all of his other problems at once………they however needed to do pre-surgery lab work, a heart worm test, etc PRIOR to surgery………$$  Cha-ching!!  $$

I said, “They already did a HW  test and it was negative”………..he says, “I have no record of that”……..

Grr….here we go again with the missing paperwork….ugh, those girls at the front desk……….!! (*%$&^%)


So now we have moved on to “Plan B”………..knock him out and take care of grooming, teeth cleaning and pulling and neuter all at once…… little guy is going to be a new man after Wednesday…, maybe a little “less” of a man….but he should feel lots better none the less!  🙂

Surgery is never easy, well for me it isn’t anyways….but this last one was a doozie. Seriously it knocked me for a loop. I knew shortly after my surgery a year ago that I had caused myself to have a surgical hernia, I had simply done too much too fast…..the reult was a “broken belly”; a big ole’ hernia. (yes, I really was out mowing the grass 2 weeks after surgery; when I had my belly cut wide open and a giant tumor removed…. and thought everything would be fine….Oy!….) 
I put off having another surgery as long as I could, then finally the discomfort became too bothersome. By the time I finally decided that maybe I would go talk to my Doctor about it, I scheduled an appointment ~ and I was having surgery just a few days later. 
I didn’t even have time to panic……No time to say, “Woah, wait a minute”….. 
Just like that….. Boom, bam, I was in the hospital in post opp with Sierah by my side (and we had Acacia there with us on Skype) just shy of a week after stepping into my Doctors office. 


Like most people, I really dislike hospitals…… so don’t you know those famous last words of my Doctor, “You’ll probably be home the same day” crap didn’t happen……… day turned into two, two turned into three, three turned into four…..  


You get the picture.   
Surgery didn’t go as expected, I stopped breathing during surgery, my oxygen levels wouldnt rise in the days following surgery, my blood pressure was too low and then the fever came….the pain following surgery was emense….worse than my “big” surgery a year prior. I woke up from surgery feeling like someone had torn the muscles away from the left side of my pelvis. (A subsequent trip to the ER 2 weeks after my release would show a seroma that was 6 inches in diameter. Let me tell you, it hurt like a Mother ~{bleep}~) er. …oh yeah, did I mention the kidney infection.  ~grr~  

I felt so damn broken. I just wanted to go home. I missed the dogs and my comfortable bed….that old house of mine was calling me.   

After the summer home, the girls were headed back to College that week. I was so disappointed in the fact that I was unable to help them go back to school, I couldn’t do for them what I had planned, they all had graciously juggled coming up to the hospital to stay with me and for the first time in my life I truly felt like a burden to my children.   

Broken AND a burden, neither are good to feel.   

Then Kathy called from the shelter……..”Laura, I’ve got a little dog I hope you’d take”……..I said, “Any idea what type of dog?”(not sure why I asked, as it never matters to me as long as they dont try to eat the cat!)………”I dont know, maybe a poodle mix, he was the worst matted dog I have ever seen, the Vet gave me something to knock him out with so I could try to get some of the mats out, he is tiny, and had so many fleas on him that the bath water ran red when I gave him a bath…..he’s really scared, but really sweat.  Do you think you can take him?”  

……..I paused and said, “Okay, I’ll be to get him”………  

So here he is!  Lil Kiwi.  


All 6.5 lbs of him.  Seen here with urine stained legs and still really matted on his lower half……..He is love!!  Is he not the cutest thing ever??  I love his tiny little face.    

He has been to the Vet, has been working on putting on some weight, dealing with bath after bath to get the urine out of his little legs and belly, suffered seizure after seizure till I switched his food and that has now subsided (thank goodness)…..and tomorrow will be knocked out at the Vet and be groomed.   

I cant wait to see him all fixed up!   I KNOW he’s gonna feel better!

People that do this to ANY dog just PISS ME OFF. 

She came to me broken…….physically and mentally.  Kathy from the shelter called and asked me if I would be interested in taking this little grey dog that was in bad shape.  She said that she thought she had “lost her eye”…….it was now a pocket of puss there.  (Please note the photo above, YES that is puss in her right eye.)

When I got there, she was perfectly still, stoic, maybe in shock, in pain…..I don’t know, but she was clearly “broken”…She didn’t want anyone to touch her or pick her up, aside from the puss filled eye, she was all bones, matted at the base of her hair and the mats created sores all over her body, nails that were growing out sideways……..she wanted nothing to do with ME or anyone else.  It was as if her mind had taken her to another place…a place far away from the pain and suffering she had endured before ending up at the shelter.


Once I got her home, she seemed uninterested in the dogs and certainly untrusting  AND uninterested in humans.  She just sort of sat back and watched me from afar.  She hid for days and then a few days later she followed me from room to room, however she didn’t actually come close to me on purpose for weeks and weeks. 

After a trip to the Vet the meds cleared up her horrible eye infection and her eye was actually came out unharmed, so we then focused on helping this little malnourished creature put on some weight…..A few days later the groomer tried grooming her and all of her hair started falling out.  That crazy hair fell out in large clumps, once she started cutting the mats out, everything just started coming out, clump after clump.  She was left with very little, really thin, strange hair, some totally naked parts of her freckled body showed through and then you could really tell she was a bag of bones….ribs, spine…everything showing now…….a trip back to the Vet proved she was malnourished, full of worms, had a thyroid condition that she would need to take medication for the rest of her life BUT on a good note was heartworm negative.   (So we had at least ONE good note!)

Nothing the Vet could give me, would help her regain her trust in humans, however I did everything in my power to show her love and help her to learn to trust again. 

As I would go about my daily business in the house, she finally drew closer and closer…..even learning how to go up and down the stairs to follow me.  She learned the sound of the treat jar lid opening meant a dog bone with peanut butter on it was waiting for her, she found rays of sun that landed on the wood floors to lay on, she quickly learned to be house trained, she decided at some point she was going to be the boss of the other dogs,  and then she decided at about week 3 that just maybe she might like to sleep on the bed with me.  (She no longer wanted to sleep on the fluffy blanket on the floor next to the bed.)  That day somehow seemed to be a turning point for us, she jumped up on the bed when I was half asleep, sniffed all around me face, made several turns, dug a little bit then laid down and let out this huge sigh……Maybe, just maybe at that moment she realized she was going to be okay.  (Or at least that’s how it “felt” to me)  She was healthy for the first time in God knows how long, had as much food as she could eat, she was clean and growing beautiful hair in placed of the freckled skin, she was living indoors and finally had a human who really loved her…….not much to ask for, but evidently more than the previous person EVER provided for her.

She was going from a blank, broken dog to a happy dog…..slowly


Weeks turned into months and she finally started trusting and loving me.  After several months she even decided she wanted to “play”……After months and months, she has grown into the most loving, loyal little dog ever.  She loves going anywhere I go…it doesn’t matter if it’s by car or by foot, she’s ready. (I’m coming with you Mom!)  I can’t leave the house without her slipping out the door with me and then spinning in circles of joy because she knows we are “going bye-bye”.   She has traveled to IU a couple of times, been camping…..on more road trips than I can recall and she is the perfect travel buddy.  I cant explain what a 360 this little lady has done, I really cant.


Recently I took her to the State Park to walk at the beach to soak up a beautiful sunny day we were having and see what she thought of the water….she LOVED IT……she was in pure bliss, she was zooming around, running in and out of the water and had this HUGE smile on her face the entire time we were there.  She LOVED it and seeing her little soul so happy made my spirit soar……..It seriously was one of the best days of my life.  I so clearly made such a difference in her world……..

Seeing her run and have so much fun that day, I couldn’t help but think back to the dog I picked up at the shelter that day defeated and broken…the dog who was vacant…she was certainly no longer that same broken dog…that dog is long, long gone.

So you see, this is why I do what I do……For the love of a dog…….she here I am, still trying to change lost dogs lives, one dog at a time.

I love you Fuzzy-wuzz…