THIS IS THE STORY OF A WONDERFUL FAMILY OF DOGS
A LITTLE BIT ABOUT EACH ONE
AND THEIR MOM & DAD
THERE IS NOTHING MORE SPECIAL
AND REWARDING THAN
THE LOVE OF
worry, we will find a home soon....
HERE WE GO ... STARTING WITH "THE BOSS"
I AM ABSOLUTELY
My Name is
I was the one that got this whole family to grow.
Before me, my Mom only had two dogs, Jesse and Gypsy. Then she began to
work for the local Humane Society. It was really hard for her not to bring
home all the dogs. One day, My Mom was with a group of Humane Society and
Animal control people that were taking me and my dog family from an abusive
home. When my former owners opened the door, I ran out and straight to
my Mom's arms. I knew she would take me home with her. I was sick with
a fever, sarcoptic mange, and I was covered with fleas. My Mom nursed me
back to health, and did I know how to play her. I am so spoiled, and know
how to get my way, and I am the boss in our house. I only weigh ten pounds,
but I am Mom's favorite, and I know it, and so do the other fur babies
in our house. Wait till you see how many. My Mom's friends call her Dog
MAJESTY, THE QUEEN
My Name is Queenie
My Mom got me as a seven week old puppy. She always
wanted a white American Bull Dog, as she once had on that is now at the
Rainbow Bridge. I look almost exactly like her, and I even have her name.
I was a terror of a pup. I ate anything I could get in my mouth, and I
was very hard to potty train. I pottied so much on my Mom's rugs, she had
to take them up and tile the house. I am very good now, and always do my
business outside. When I was only seven months old, I was diagnosed with
severe hip dysplasia. My Mom was very sad because I was in a lot of pain.
I had surgery on both hips, and now I can run and jump and I don't hurt
anymore. I am a very big girl, but I love all my little fur baby friends
that live with me, especially Teddy and Chance. You will see them soon...Aren't
I beautiful, my Mom says I am and she calls me her Puppy Girl.
THE SWEETEST LITTLE GIRL
My name is Little Annie
One day, after my Mom no longer worked at the
Humane Society, she visited the Shelter as she often did. Her heart ached
as she looked at all the fur babies begging to go home with her. That day,
I was the lucky one. I was skin and bone, had sarcoptic mange and severe
heart worms. If my Mom didn't take me home that day, I would have been
put to sleep. I smelled so bad, my Mom almost got sick in the van on the
way to the vet to get not one, but three baths to kill all the fleas and
make me smell better. I was treated for the mange and when that got better,
I was spayed as I went into heat. When I recovered from the surgery, my
heart worm treatment was started. On the fourth day after treatment, I
threw an emboli, which is like a blood clot in the lung, but its a piece
of heart worm stuck there, so its hard to get rid of. I was so sick, I
was having a hard time breathing, and I was coughing up blood. My Mom thought
I would go to the Rainbow Bridge I was so sick. Well, she asked my vet
if I was suffering and he said no, but I was very uncomfortable. He wanted
to keep me there, but she said if I was going to die, I would die in her
arms, not at the hospital alone. She brought me home with an IV in my arm,
I had high doses of several medications, including something to stop my
cough and let me rest. My vet called the next day, and was surprised to
see that I was still alive. My Mom didn't sleep much for four days, as
she held me in her arms and comforted me while I was so sick. On the fifth
day, the clot must have passed, as I was feeling a little better and even
ate a little food. My Mom knew I had to be immobile for a few more weeks,
so she didn't let me do anything. A week or so later she took me to see
my vet. He was so surprised to see me walk in the door, I am a very lucky
girl, and now I am even a little chunky, but I am so cute, even with my
under bite, and My Mom loves me so much.
Name is Bubbles
I also was adopted from the Humane Society. I
was about three months old when my Mom got me. In was very hot, in July,
and my humans moved away and left me and my birth mother behind, tied up
together. We had no food or water and when the animal control offices came
to get us a week later, my dog Mom was dead from the heat and no water.
I was very sad, but I was young and when my Mom saw me in the kennel, shaking
and scared, that was my lucky day. My new Mom picked me up and hugged me
and told me she loved me, and I wasn't scared anymore. She took me to my
vet, gave me a bath, got me my shots and took me home. Wow, I had so much
fun. There were lots of fur babies to play with, and lots of good food
and fresh water. I even got to sleep in my Mom's bed with her, my Dad,
and my other doggy sisters and brothers. The bed is real big, so we had
lots of room, that is until lots more fur babies came to live with us.
Next you will see more of them, and our stories will continue. Hope you
are enjoying them.
IS THE LONER,
My name is Gypsy
My Mom was again visiting the shelter one day,
and someone had dropped off a box with twelve two week old puppies in it.
They were very short on staff, and had no one to care for them. My Mom
reached in the box with her eyes closed and picked me up. She decided to
take me home and bottle feed me until I was big enough to eat by myself.
She didn't know what she was in for. I weighed ten ounces, fit in the palm
of her hand, and every three hours or so I screamed so loud as I was hungry.
She couldn't understand how something so small could make so much noise.
Well, needless to say, Mom didn't sleep much for a couple of weeks. When
I was four weeks old I started to eat soft canned food for baby pups. Then
my belly stayed full longer, and Mom got to sleep a little more. When I
was six weeks, I was still very small, and I chased all the bigger dogs
all over the house. I am six years old now, and I love to be outside as
we live in the country in the woods, have a big fenced in yard, and I love
to chase all the little critters. I wouldn't hurt them, I just love the
chase. Here I am resting on Dad's recliner while he is at work. I love
my Mom and Dad and I am spoiled along with the rest of them.
OUR BIG GIRL, A REAL SWEETHEART
MY NAME IS JESSE
I am the oldest at seven years old. I was Mom's
first pup. I was eight weeks old when she got me. Mom says I get a little
grumpy now and then, as the little ones drive me crazy sometimes. When
Mom got me she decided that I would be happier if I had another dog to
play with, and then they just kept coming. I have gotten so used to all
these furry bundles arriving, especially since Mom does foster care and
adoption, I just learned to handle it. I never now what she will be bringing
home from day to day, and now that she is working full time for our vet,
she is always bringing something home to care for. We have all learned
to get along, most of the time, and to accept that there will always be
one or two visiting until Mom can find them a home. I guess its not so
bad, as Mom has enough love to go around for all of us.
WHAT CAN I SAY, JUST A PERFECT ANGEL
My Name is Angel
My story is a very sad one with a happy ending.
My Mom was still working at the Humane Society when the animal control
officers brought me in. My paperwork said my owner just didn't want me
anymore. I had been tied up in his back yard for years on a short rope
lucky to get table scraps and a drink of water once in a while. I appeared
to be dark brown, and I was so dirty and my hair was so matted, I had to
be shaved almost to the skin. My Mom rushed me to my vet where my groomer
and my Mom spend hours shaving me while I cried in pain. They knew they
weren't hurting me, and couldn't understand why I was so painful. Well
they found out when they got down to my feet. When they cut away all the
mats, they saw that my nails had never been cut and had grown into the
pads of my feet. I could hardly walk. The nails were cut with a special
cutter and gently pulled out. I was bathed in a warm bath to soak my sore
feet. They were medicated and wrapped in soft bandages, and my Mom took
me home. In a few days my feet stopped hurting, and I discovered how much
fun it was to walk and run again. I had severe heart worms also, but I
didn't move around a lot, so I had no bad effects from the treatment. I
am pretty much a loaner, can't be bothered with the other dogs, but I sure
love to sit by my Mom and get my belly rubs, and I get to sleep close to
her at night. Don't I have the most beautiful eyes. I am looking at my
Mom here, and showing her how much I love her. Sadly
Angel passed away on July 26, 1999. She died of heart failure, her
lungs filled with fluid and her heart became enlarged. The vet did
all he could do, but she chose to go on to the Rainbow Bridge, where she
knows we will meet her when our time comes. Until then she and Foxy
will run and play.
ONE SWEET LITTLE GUY
Name is Teddy
Some nice people found me and brought me to my
vets office to see if he could find me a home. I was very thin and had
sarcoptic mange which is very contagious to other dogs. My eye was already
surgically removed when I was found. My vet tried to find my owners, thinking
I was lost, but from the condition I was in, figured I was just a throw
away. My Mom brought one of my fur baby sisters in for a check-up and the
office manager told her about me. She came to my kennel to see me and said
if I needed a home, I had one with her. It took a few weeks for me to get
healthy, and then I got neutered and went home with my Mom. Boy am I having
fun now. My best buddy is Queenie, and she is so big and she takes care
of me. Chance is my best little boy buddy, and we are Queenie's favorites.
I have no idea what breed mix I am, but I am very small, about eight pounds,
and everyone that sees my picture thinks I am so cute.
WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE, LOOK
AT THAT FACE.....
Name is Chance
I came from a puppy mill in Missouri. My Mom found
me through her friend Poochini on the Min. Schnauzer rescue board. She
fell in love with me at first sight. I was just four months old then. My
Mom was in Mississippi, so it was difficult getting me to her. She contacted
my foster Mom in Missouri, and my adoption was approved to come home to
my Mom. Transportation was arranged and I was finally going home. I have
some birth defects, probably from bad breeding at the puppy mill, and I
have had three surgeries so far. My front left leg was deformed along with
my paw. I am much better now, but will need more surgery in the future.
I am a holy terror, love to tear up toilet paper and anything shredable,
and sometimes I am just so bad. I love to play in the rain and get all
muddy, but even when I am doing all kinds of crazy things, my Mom can't
help laughing at me. Do I know how to get away with everything or what?
My buddy Queenie helps me get into all kinds of mischief, and we have so
THE HUNTER, LOVES TO RUN
THE WOODS WITH DAD...
NAME IS FOXY
I am a sweet little girl who my Mom adopted from
the Humane Society several years ago. I came in with a puppy, my last one,
and she got adopted right away. My Mom tried to find me a home, since I
was so sweet, and Mom already had lots of fur babies, she wanted someone
else to have a chance to get a small dog. After a week, when no one adopted
me, my Mom was already attached to me and I became the next lucky on to
join this big happy family. My Dad says I am his favorite, and I like that
a lot. When my Dad is home, I am always with him. I love to ride the four
wheeler through the woods with him. He made a special basket with lots
of padding so I will be safe on the rides. All these little boy pups drive
me nuts sometimes, so I usually find a place to sleep, like under Mom's
bed, when they are terrorizing the house and Mom. I still love them all,
but like to be alone sometimes. On August
5, 1999 Foxy was killed protecting me from a rattlesnake in the front yard
of our home. Foxy was very very brave to the very end. She
saved my life....Thank you Foxy, I will meet you at the Bridge when my
time comes.. Remember, until I get there, Mom and Dad love you very
HE IS THE CUTEST BABY IN
THE FAMILY, THE ONLY BABY...
NAME IS HUGGY
I was the last one to arrive, so far..I came to
my Mom in Mississippi all the way from Missouri. I was rescued from a puppy
mill by my foster Mom in Missouri. That is where my brother Chance came
from also, and we had the same foster Mom. My foster Mom wanted my new
Mom to have me, as I had some problems, as did Chance, and she knew my
new Mom would be able to take care of me. I had demodectic mange, which
is now gone, and my fur is growing back nicely. I have a growth plate injury
to one of my back legs, that makes me look bowlegged, and my hips are not
good either, but my vet says as long as I am not hurting, we will let me
finish growing and xray the hips again as hopefully I will grow out of
it. I love all my new brothers and sisters, especially Queenie. She is
so big, but she takes really good care of me and she is so gentle with
me. My Mom says I am a little devil cause I sneak up on the other dogs
and nip playfully at them and then I run and jump on her lap so they can't
get me. She says I am only a baby at seven months, but I think I
am a big boy. I guess because I am the youngest, Mom calls me her baby.
Aren't I just about the cutest little guy you ever saw.
MY NAME IS GRETTA
I was adopted from the Humane
Society also. I have been with my family for about two years. I also had
heart worms and could not find a family to adopt me, until Mom came along.
I am now healthy except for a slight thyroid problem, but that is taken
care of my medicine. I love all my brothers and sisters, and though I am
a little overweight, I can still keep up with them...
WHAT A DAD....THE BEST THERE IS...
Mom says the story wouldn't be complete with our
telling you all what a wonderful Dad we have. He is so patient with us,
and sometimes we are so rowdy. Here is Dad with some of us on the
bed while Mom is playing on the computer. Mom came in to see what was going
on, and grabbed the camera to get this picture. Dad had just dosed off
watching television, and Mom snapped this shot. This is not all of
us, as you can see. Queenie, Jesse and Gypsy are too big for the bed, and
they sleep in the living room on the couch and chairs...There is a big
padded bench at the bottom of the bed, and when Mom comes to bed, some
of us sleep there so Mom has room to sleep on the bed. This is one of Mom's
IS MOM & DAD WITH QUEENIE & LITTLE BIT
This is a picture of our Mom and Dad. Lots of
folks think they are a little crazy for having so many dogs, but us dogs
think its pretty neat. Some of Mom's friends say that when they pass on,
they want to come back as one of her dogs, as her dogs live better than
a lot of people. We sure do, we live in a big house in the country, have
a big fenced yard with doggy doors to come and go as we please. We are
like Mom and Dad's kids now, as the human kids are grown and live far away
with families of their own. We love our Mom and Dad very much, and hope
to spend many, many years with them...
ABOUT MOM AND DAD
Our Mom & Dad and all of us
fur kids live in S. Mississippi. We live in the country as that's the only
way we would be aloud to be such a big family. Out in the country there
is no limit on the number of pets you can have. Dad works in Mobile, Alabama
as a stone fabricator (marble & granite) and he comes home on the weekend.
He has a big travel trailer that he lives in all week, as its too far to
drive back and forth. Mom works for our vet so she knows how to take good
care of us and what to do when we are not feeling well. Mom and Dad have
two human kids and three human grand kids, and they all live pretty far
away, and Mom doesn't get to see them all too often. That's how we all
came to be. Dad was always out of town, and Mom was lonely, so she decided
to get "A" dog. Yea right, look at her now. There are eleven of us at home
at the moment, and there are always fosters to be adopted out to the perfect
homes. Mom is very fussy as to who gets them. She has placed pups all over
Mom also writes poems for folks
who have lost their fur babies. We see her typing away at her computer
all the time, with tears in her eyes, as she tries to comfort others with
words in a poem, written as thought the pet was talking to the family.
Some of these poems are published on web pages all over the country, and
Mom is very proud of that.