Taco, Detroit, MI

Whassssssup Turds! It’s me, Taco!

I am the biggest diva of the #367 survivors, and am on a mission to show the world that you don’t need no braces to look sexy 😉

See, what happened was, in August of 2013, 367 dogs were saved from the second largest dogfighting raid in US history.

Among those? Yours truly.

I prefer to believe mine was a gold chain, not those dingy rusted metal ones like everyone else’s. While at the HSUS shelter, I preferred to shout expletives at everyone until they cleaned up my poop, and, clearly, preferred to be in my own space…far away from those servants, like my mom, caring for me. 

And then the worst thing happened. While I was awaiting my knight in shining armor to give me the home I always deserved, one of my poop cleaners put a thunder shirt and freedom harness on me, put me in a crate with a gosh awful homemade fleece (FLEECE) blanket, at took me to freezing cold Michigan. 

From then on out, I have endured kibble almost every day of my life (yeah yeah yeah…bully sticks, too). Only when new lowly folk are in my presence do I receive the nectar of the gods…spray cheese.

I’ve put on a few pounds and developed seasonal alopecia, probably because I was forced to move where there is, like, no sun half of the year. And I’ve gotten a lot braver since I discovered how sexy I truly am. Confidence is key, people. 

My one hope is to ensure that dogs that came from my same background make it into a home, unlike mine, where they receive the steak they deserve daily. Where their blankets are made of nothing but cashmere. And that they never, EVER, are forced to potty in the snow.

And also, for everyone to know, it’s not less sexy to go out in public in a stroller, ok?

And for all my doggie homies, if you pretend like you are too scared to walk outside, someone will literally push you around like the royalty that you are.

You are welcome. 
Taco

Parent: Kelly

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About #BarkNation & #TeamZomo:

On February 23, 2014, two of the Bark Nation board members set out on a journey to transport three of the most fearful survivors from the #367 Multi-State Dogfighting case to Michigan. They had spent countless weeks volunteering at the HSUS temporary shelter for these amazing survivors over the 6 months that our boys resided there — reading to them, singing to them, attempting to calm their fearful trembling, and promising them that there was a very real place in this big world for three fearful guys that had made no wrong choices in their lives.

These boys would become known as #TeamZomo [Zander, Homer and Taco], and would pave the way for many cruelty survivors to find reprieve with Bark Nation.

To say these three have surpassed any expectation is an understatement. They learned to trust quickly, found reprieve in playing with each other (and others), found their courage (man, did they become brave), learned how to demand bark and counter surf with the best of ’em. And snuggle! They love to snuggle!

They go on walks without low-crawling, play with toys, go belly-up and even potty outside [most of the time … yes, they are talking about this guy, Taco 🙂 ]. In a society where Bark Nation cannot save them all, these three stand as a pillar of hope and strength that we are capable of more than we think.

In two short years, #TeamZomo quickly expanded and Bark Nation have collaborated with dozens of shelters to provide enrichment opportunities and hosted free spay/neuter and wellness clinics in the city of Detroit.

Bark Nation also partners with colleagues from across the nation to form a rescue team to offer reprieve to hundreds, if not thousands, of survivors of contract level dogfighting; and rescue many beautiful, amazing souls still tethered to their heavy chains, 55 gallon drums and dirt circles.

For every dogfighting survivors, we celebrate the first time they…
put their feet on grass,
walked through a threshold,
climbed those pesky stairs,
played with each other,
took treats from a human’s hands,
asked for affection…
And every single kiss and tail wag since.

#EndDogFighting

Tigger, Waco, TX

Howdy…

I’m Tigger Marie Morris…aka…Grandmaw Tigg, MawMaw, Tigga Lou and various other silly nicknames my human mom and boy call me.

I live in Texas. I am an American Pitbull Terrier. I just recently celebrated my 22nd birthday which means… I’m VERY wise! (Mom says to say “and spoiled”)

Many years ago, a family member and her sons rescued me. I was four years old. I’m pretty smart and knew I needed a change of scenery so I escaped the place where I was chained. 

I was found wandering thru an apartment complex parking lot. I had a heavy tractor chain around my neck and dragging down past my feet. I still have a faint scar where the chain had rubbed into my skin.

Mom’s family asked if she would help find me a home and she agreed. At first, she was very concerned because she did not have much information about “pitbulls.” She only heard negative things about them on TV. 

She decided to ask a trainer and then read up about how AMAZING, MAFNIFICENT, GOOFY and PERFECT pitbulls are. 🙂

The trainer said I was perfect… (lol of course, I could have told her that) and mom decided to keep me. The very night i came home, I crawled up the stairs of my boys bunkbed to sleep with him…my sneaky plan to make sure mom knew I need to stay ♥♥

It worked!!! I’ve had my mommy and boy for 18 years. I also have countless human friends and family.

There are two MOST FAVORITE things I am SUPER passionate about: low cost spay and neuter AND Bully Breed shelter adoptions. All dogs like me should have the chance to be owned by a loving family and being altered keeps us SUPER-DUPER HEALTHY!

My VERY most favorite thing was to be a foster grandmaw dog for dogs that were in transition…dogs who were waiting for their own family.

Since I’m older now, mom, my boy and human friends and family let me sleep, ride around in the truck and eat anything I want (Pizza and tomatoes are THE BEST).

I’m slowing down and the days with my people are becoming less and less. My humans struggle with knowing that. I do my best every day cause they give me extra love these days ♥ I am brave for them because I know they know things are changing.

So I want to close by saying give pitbulls a chance… cause I paw promise they will fill your heart with wiggles and unconditional love.

I’m inherently GOOD ♥ ♥ ♥

PAW my LOVE,
Tigger girl from Texas

p.s. Come say hi to me on Facebook: Tigger’s Adventure

Parent: Julie

Photo credit: Crazy M Photography, Waco Town Photography

Cora, Garner, NC

Hello Everypawdy!! I am Cora, also known as “Pizza”, “Pitbulina”, and “Moo Moo Chicken” among others. 🙂

I am 12 years old now. My momma rescued me from a bad man, a backyard breeder who had sold all my brothers to be “fighting” dogs and was selling me and my sisters for “bait”. When my momma and her sister found us, the bad man would not let them rescue all of us, but only one a piece. So momma rescued me and auntie rescued my sister Olivia, and they notified someone called an Animal Control Officer to go and rescue the rest of my sisters.

I was 10 weeks old and only weighed 8 pounds. I was very, very skinny! I was also extremely anemic, wormy, and covered from nose to tail in fleas and ticks. Momma, Auntie and a friend of theirs took 3 whole hours just to pick the ticks off me. 🙁

I earned my CGC and TD titles by my first birthday. My motto: “I represent my peeps!” I really enjoyed my visits to the patients at Dorothea Dix Hospital. I think I made them feel so much better. 🙂

But…. then… at around 18 months momma noticed that I was having trouble walking sometimes. She thought I had hurt my leg, and that is when the doctor’s visits started. First, my regular vet… then the orthopedist… finally the neurologist at the Veterinary School at North Carolina State University who diagnosed me with Wobbler’s Disease. He said I have a relatively mild case, which I guess is a good thing, but it is progressive so over the years, my symptoms have gotten more obvious.

An unfortunate side effect of all the diagnosing, was that I developed a severe anxiety disorder and now I do not like going anywhere (I always assume it is going to be to the vet to be poked and prodded), and everything scares me… EXCEPT other dogs. I LOVE dogs!!

My fur-family consists of 1 fur-brother named Juan Chihuahua and 2 fur-sisters Little Kita the Dachshund with EPI and our forever foster Molly the Maltese with Mr. Mo Project — all of whom are also rescues and all of whom I love love LOVE so much. 🙂

And of course the never ending parade of foster fur-brothers and fur-sisters that pass through our doors on their way to their own forever home. If I am out in public, I will always gravitate to other dogs and submissively lick their faces to make myself feel better. It seems to work for me.

I have been an official Helper Elf to the Famous Laila Ali for the past 3 years with the I’m Not A Monster organization, and am humbled and honored to have been asked by Laila herself to become an official Not a Monster myself.

I hope I can still represent my peeps in showing the world not only how amazing “Pit Bull” type dogs are, but how “differently abled” or “aged” doesn’t detract in the least from the quality of love and heart that we have!!

♥ Lub,
Cora the Wobbly Pittie Girl

Parent: Andrea

Jasmine, Battle Creek, MI

Hi, there! I’m Jasmine AKA Jazzy AKA JazzyBoBazzy. My mom thinks I’m around 6 years old and when she adopted me they told her I was a pibble/bulldog mix. Who knows, really?! But I sure am a special girl – Mom tells me that alllll the time!

I started my life out in a shelter at 3 months old with my best friend at the time, and the only other dog I knew, Keala, a Shepherd mix. We were both adopted together and ended up spending the first 3 years of our life together outside, on cement. I had calluses on my chest and feet from laying on the cement for so long.

One day, the person who adopted us returned both of us back to the shelter and told them that we “just didn’t work out.” 🙁

We were both once again back in a kennel at a shelter, not knowing what happened or why we were here. The really nice people at the shelter wanted us to be adopted together as a “bonded pair” because I relied on Keala so much!

I guess a lot of people didn’t really want two full-grown dogs and for some reason, nobody wanted me, just Keala. After a couple months of really trying, the shelter decided to separate us and the next thing I knew, Keala was gone. Some family came and adopted her immediately!

I instantly became so lost and afraid without my Keala. I didn’t know what to do or how to act without her. I was so depressed, devastated and scared — I would just hide and would shake at the back of my kennel. 🙁

The people at the shelter were so nice and really tried working with me. Even though I was a staff favorite, I was just so scared of everything and didn’t know how to be a dog without Keala. I didn’t really get any interest in the next few months – my behavior in the shelter was turning people away from adopting me despite the staff and volunteers working really hard to help me feel comfortable. So they tried to put in me in a home setting to see if my fear subsided in a home setting.

That was my last chance.

A really nice volunteer lady named Stephanie who fell in love with me since day one, decided to take me home and see how I liked it!! And I loved it!! 🙂

There I met new friends Nana and Zyra, and I became attached to them!! I really enjoyed sitting on them actually, that was my favorite thing to do next to cuddling with them. After a couple days they decided to foster me so I didn’t have to go back to being alone in a shelter.

My foster mama was amazing. I really loved her and she said I perked right up as soon as I had another dog to sit on and guide me! Foster mama Stephanie said, “There was just something about her! Like she needed just one person to push for her. And I knew, just like you do, that she just needed some extra love and guidance and structure to blossom and gain confidence!”

My new foster sister Nana the Earless Pibble had quite the following on social media so she decided to use her platform to help get me adopted! I just loved Nana, she showed me so many things and taught me that things were going to be ok.

I didn’t meet my real mom for a little while yet but I was told she fell instantly for me and my gorgeous eyes the very first time she saw me on Nana’s page. She felt connected in such an unexplainable way that although she wasn’t even looking to adopt another dog, the second she saw me, she said, “I will hop in the next plane to California and adopt her!”

From there foster mama Stephanie and my soon-to-be Mom started talking about her flying from Michigan to visit me in California and adopting me. Unfortunately, as per the shelter rules, I was not able to be adopted out of state!

I did get adopted by a family that lived in California, but they returned me to foster mama Stephanie after just a few days because I didn’t work out with their other dog. I don’t think it liked me very much.

The next thing I knew I was being pulled by a rescue! The amazing rescue, A Purposeful Rescue, specializes in the harder-to-adopt dogs, like me, or seniors and special needs dogs. And they even let me stay with my foster family!!!

At that point, foster mama Stephanie had talked to the founder of the rescue, Hillary, and told her all about my soon-to-be mom and her family in Michigan. Stephanie asked my mom to fill out the adoption application and email it directly to Hillary. Hillary fell in love with my mom’s application and they started going through the out-of-state adoption process which requires a home visit first.

Add in another twist: in the midst of all of this, another very potential adopter put in an application for my adoption. Since she lived in CA and was a dog trainer, she became a better adoption option for me, compared to an out-of-state adoption. So I had a meet and greet with this lady and her dog. They really liked me but they ended up passing me by because I was too energetic for her and her dog. So then the adoption option came back to my mom!

We were back to figuring out how to get me to my mom. Foster mama Stephanie was talking to this amazing pibble advocate Rebecca Corry about my mom’s interest in me and how it would be a perfect fit and situation for me. That I would have someone to guide me and rely on, like with my Keala and Nana, because my new family has 3 dogs and one was another pibble name Lola.

Knowing how hard it is to adopt out of state, Rebecca’s non-profit, Stand Up For Pits Foundation, offered to pay for all of my travel and transportation from California to Michigan. My mom was planning on flying out to California to meet me and then go from there, but Rebecca and Stephanie decided my mom didn’t need to come out to California at all. Instead, foster mama Stephanie packed me up in a car and we were off!! She drove me all the way from California to Michigan!! She did a home check for the rescue and I had finally found my forever home!

When I got to my new home in Michigan, I was still quite fearful of new places and things. My mom says it’s so amazing to see me come out of my shell more and more each and every day. I’m learning so many new things about life and about having a home, living in a house and sleeping in a comfy bed. Now I live the life of a queen! I have so many big comfy orthopedic beds on the floor just for me and I get to sleep in bed with my family every single night.

I’m attached to my mom. She calls me her shadow! I love to go everywhere with her and I always get lots of attention wherever we go, my favorites are the puppacinos when Mom gets coffee!!

I love me some scratches and I get lots of them every single day, especially head and butt scratches (those are my favorite)!! My favorite things are playing with my ropes/jolly ball and playing with my sister and going on walks. I now have a big backyard and I just love it!! I love to just wander around it! I don’t get zoomies often but when I do, watch out world!!

Did you remember in the beginning of my story I wrote that I’m a special girl? Well, that wasn’t just something my Mom says because she loves me so much. My foster mom & mom think I have special needs similar to a mix of Down Syndrome and Autism in dogs. This is why I was so reliant on Keala, then Nana, and now Lola. I need guidance and someone to support me. Even though I’m coming out of my shell more and more every day, I’m still 100% more comfortable having Lola with me 24/7. My foster mom had a full neurological workup done on me and it came back clear.

My 3rd eyelids are always up and come up really high on my eyeballs, so I have very limited vision – I can’t see anything below my nose. So my mom & Dad have to help me up onto the bed and into the car and with stairs (but we are working on stairs and I’m becoming more comfortable with them everyday!!). I’ve finally mastered getting up on the couch by myself but it took me a good 6 months to trust myself to get up, and occasionally I will struggle.

I don’t have much peripheral vision either, so I scan back and forth, left to right a lot to see my surroundings. I get a little nervous of small spaces, so when I walk into a narrow room, I generally feel more comfortable backing out of the room rather than turning around, kind of like, I know that’s how I got in and I know that’s how I can get out. All of this makes my eyes end up looking a little crossed-eye which also makes it look like I’m not looking right you. I’ve had several eye tests done to check for disease or injury and all came back with normal ranges.

Mom says there might be a slight possibility that I may be a little hard of hearing. I mean I definitely can hear, but sometimes it seems a little sensitive, and sometimes I don’t always respond right away. And that being said, I often can be easily startled or spooked with loud noises, like motorcycle, truck, a sneeze or a cough.

I still am generally nervous around new people so when a new person try to touch me, I duck my head a little, crouch, and stick my tongue out. My mom & dad have worked so hard on this with me and I’m getting better!! When I’m nervous around new people, I like to lick them incessantly and then I try to sit on them. I loves licking – it’s my favorite hobby! – it’s kind of like how I get to know you.

I have an extraordinarily long tongue, for some reason it just doesn’t al fit in my mouth and so it always hangs out. 🙂

I have an amazing family now with the best parents and my super cool sister Lola (I love to do everything she does!), two older little brothers, the best grand dog-parents any dog could ask for. You can follow my antics on my Facebook page – Life with Lola & Jazzy – or on Instagram.

My happy ending is possible because of so many amazing people, from the best foster mom (Stephanie) and foster sisters (Nana & Zyra) who are constantly a part of our life, to an incredible foundation (Stand Up for Pits Foundation) and the amazing Rebecca Corry, to the incredible group of people who were part of my success and adoption at the Agoura Animal Care Center, Healthcare for Homeless Animals, and A Purposeful Rescue.

I am Jazzy, and yes, I am a very special girl!

♥
Jazzy

Parent: Natalie

Finn, Las Vegas, NV

Hi, I’m Finn (aka Finn the Adorable) and I adopted my humans after they fostered me through a rescue group, The Churchill Foundation, a year ago, when I was a couple months old.

Mom fell in love with me at first sight, when Lara posted a picture on Facebook. Her and Dad had adopted my “sister” Cinder (aka Cinder the Wonder Dog), a pit/lab mix, from a local shelter, but they were smitten (can you blame them? I was a pretty cute pup!) and really hoped I’d choose them.

When they first met me, they brought Cinder and we played in the yard for awhile and I just knew. I knew they would love me unconditionally and that Cinder would be a great big sister to me. She was playful, but caring and is still protective of me. I follow her everywhere! If she sniffs a patch of grass, I sniff it. If she barks, I run to her and bark, too. Mom & Dad spoil us, but they say that’s the way it should be.

Mom & Dad knew I was born with a “chicken wing” left front leg, due to inbreeding, but that didn’t make any difference to them. I had a surgery to remove the “wing” because the vet was afraid I’d hurt myself, as it sometimes got caught on the doggie door; I had also started to chew on it, like a toy. (Hey, I taste delicious, what can I say?!)

I’ve healed nicely and get around just fine. Cinder and I race all the time and I keep up really well! Sometimes people feel sorry for me, but Mom & Dad explain that it doesn’t stop me from doing almost everything any other dog does. I just may do it slower, differently or with a bit of help.

One of my favorite things is when we go to the swimming hole by our home, and Cinder and I get to run around and swim. I just wear my life jacket and then I can swim with her! We also go camping, take road trips and go off-roading with Mom & Dad.

People who have known us, aren’t afraid of us, but when we meet people who don’t know us, some people are worried that I’m not friendly. Many people think I lost my leg in a dog fight, just because I’m a pittie. Mom & Dad do the talking, and I turn on the charm and win them over, showing them how friendly, happy and good I am. We have taught many people not to be afraid of dogs, just because they’re a certain breed.

I love people, all dogs, taking naps and ice cubes. I am loved a lot; Mom gives me great massages and makes us homemade treats (she calls them Tail Waggers), which is pretty much the best thing ever. I have a great sense of humor and even if I do something I’m not really supposed to (like dig; yes, I am quite the digging doggie), I just give them “the look” and tilt my head, wag my tail and Mom & Dad just can’t be mad. I chase my sister around the house and love to do zoomies from the hall to the couch, bounce off and run back down the hall. This makes everyone laugh, which is awesome! 🙂

All 5 of Mom & Dad’s grandkids adore me, especially when I kiss their faces! I hope when we post pictures of me & Cinder with them, it helps to dispel misinformation about my breed. I hope that other people who meet me, realize how much love my fellow pitties have. I hope they realize we are just dogs. We have so much love to give…and we are really funny!

Mom has been an advocate for pitties for about 10 years, since she was adopted by a “bait dog” pup, named Chance. She learned a lot about BSL and dog fighting with him, and she says he saved her, and taught her to be a better human, after her Mom & Grandma passed away. He passed over the rainbow bridge in August 2014, and my family will always advocate for pitties and take the opportunity to educate people about adopting, pittie love and fighting BSL.

Mom & Dad say that because I’m a black pittie, with a medical issue, I probably wouldn’t be alive if I had been surrendered to a shelter. That’s why we support The Churchill Foundation; they rescue the dogs that others overlook.

I think people can be afraid to adopt a dog with a medical issue, but Mom & Dad tell everyone it’s not a big deal. Yes, there are some things I can’t do (hike up big hills or long walks) but that’s okay; we work around it. Mom & Dad say that what they get from me (love, laughs and more kisses than you can imagine) far outweighs any special accommodations they have to make for me. I’m really happy that Lara rescued me, so that I’d have this wonderful life!

I hope you’ve enjoyed getting to know a little about me. If you are looking for a loving companion, consider adopting a pittie — especially a black one, since they’re harder to place. And if they have a medical issue, please don’t automatically dismiss them. They can still bring you much love, loyalty and laughs.

Love,
Finn the Adorable

Parent: Lisa

Nelson, Nijlen, Belgium

My name is Nelson. I am my human’s second bull-breed dog.

Before me, my human had a pit bull named Tyson. Tyson was a very good dog who loved kids. He went along to drop off and pick up his human sibling from school every day, until the school decided that he wasn’t allowed near the school childeren anymore. He was too “dangerous”.

Tyson was puzzled because all he did was eat the leftover sandwiches he got and give kisses to the kids that petted him. 🙁

My human was glad when she moved out of the city because she hoped there was less prejudice there and that Tyson was welcome again at the school gate (which he was).

When Tyson died of old age, he left a huge hole in my human’s heart so she remained dogless for 2 years. She saw me on a photo that her sister-in-law sent to her via Facebook.

My human’s sister-in-law lives with my sister. I was originally going to be adopted by other humans but my sister’s human talked to the man that put me up for adoption and finally he said my human could come and see if I was ok for her.

This man (my mom’s human) was very good to us, even if we were not really expected (my mom had a little accident while playing with my dad, and the result was me and my 7 brothers and sisters). My mom’s human kept reports of our growth, weight and how we responded to our shots. My human received a sheet with my data when she took me home and the man cried when he saw me leave.

I have not been an easy dog: I am very stubborn, and have tested my human’s nerves several times. I’m lucky to have my human, because she always says if I lived somewhere else they would have abandoned me because of my behavior. 🙂

But my human is stubborn as well. She went to school with me and plays with me every day. She also cuddles me a lot, and allows me to sleep with my human sibling, who is now a teenager. Even though she socialized me well, I am still afraid of certain things, children and people in the dark being some of them.

Yesterday we went for a walk, and I played with one of my doggy friends while my human spoke with the other human. Another person came by and asked the other human to keep my friend with her. The friend’s owner told my human that we would see each other at another time.

The person walking by said she did not like bull-breeds. My human answered that we were good dogs, the person laughed and said: “that’s what they all say.” in a tone my human did not like. She answered “don’t judge what you don’t know” and I felt she was very angry and hurting inside, because even outside of the city, there still was prejudice about our beautiful breed.

We went back home and she cuddled me tight and said she would never ever let anybody call me a bad or dangerous dog.

Thank goodness for humans that don’t judge our blocky heads and strong bodies; they are the ones that keep us alive and out of the shelters. I know my human will defend me against people who don’t take time to get to know me and tell people with small children to keep their distance because they make me nervous.

I have a responsible owner and I am thankful to have her.

Nelson

Parent: Liz

Butters, Shakopee, MN

Oh hai! Mine name is Butters. I was rescued as a young pup — just 7 weeks old!

My momma picked me up & was only supposed to foster me but we formed an incredible bond & she knew I was supposed to be hers forever.

She decided that I was going to help her change the perception of pit bulls by showcasing that I am just an ordinary dog — who just happens to have an abnormally large head.

Shortly after I was adopted she started my facebook page and she continues to stalk me like paparazzi and share my life with the public.

I don’t mind though, I get lots of treats 🙂

Other than being a complete stud muffin, I also happen to be a certified Canine Good Citizen. I absolutely LOVE meeting new people (and giving kisses).

I have done a handful of modeling gigs (including a photo shoot for Target) and have my cute self in 2 books that are sold in Barnes & Noble and a handful of other stores across the country (Target, airport book stores, etc).

I am on the cover of Sit! Stay! Speak! by Annie England Noblin (which is an amazing book I may add) and I am in Dog Face by Barbara O’Brien.

Momma’s goal is to get my face everywhere. 🙂

I live in Shakopee, MN, with my mom and dad, my 2 sisters — Bella is a red lab and Lilly (or as I call her, Sister Bossy Pants) is an english jack russell. Lilly terrifies me. She is a real bossy old lady. I also have a feline sibling, Miles Davis.

Please stop on by my facebook page, AllAboutButters, for a smile — or sometimes even a little squeal. I am also on Instagram — @DisButters.

zOoMiEs!
Butters

Parent: Emily

Photo credit: Karin Newstrom Photography

Kaida & Kabuki, Falls Church, VA

Hello interwebs!

My name is Kaida and I was adopted in May 2009 from a pit bull rescue in Culpepper, VA. Mom named me Kaida, because it means ‘gentle’ in Japanese. But she calls me her little sweet angel.

When I was at the foster farm, Mom made the 2-hour drive to come out at meet me. My foster family introduced Mom to a few dogs, until they got to me. I immediately snuggled with Mom and started to give her kisses. We then went for a walk outside, I followed mom off leash all over the farm. All the humans started saying, “She’s the one.” Whatever that meant.

A couple weeks later, I went with my foster dad to a house and I saw Mom again! We hung out at the house while my foster dad walked around the house and back yard, I followed mommy and him the whole time. Afterwards, my foster dad gave me a big hug and kiss and left me with my new mom. 🙂

After a couple weeks, mom started taking me out and about; I went to a lot of outdoor festivals, and doggie events. And mom started dressing me up in costumes and clothes. A lot of the time I matched her! Mom baked me treats, and snuggled with me everyday.

Mom introduced me to her family; I met so many new aunties and uncles. At first, everyone was afraid of me. But eventually, they saw how sweet I was and now they love having me visit. Mom even says that my uncle Nick and La adopted a pit bull because of me!

In 2010, after some training my mom decided I was ready for the Canine Good Citizen (CGC) test. While at my test, the evaluator suggested to Mom that I was a good candidate for therapy work. Then in 2011, Mom took me for my Therapy Dog International evaluation and I passed! From there, I went to nursing homes, and libraries to meet with senior citizens and read with kids.

Mom and her friends say I was an instrumental tool at Camp Fusion, a leadership, and self-esteem building camp for minority kids, organized by Females United for Self Esteem Development (FUSED). At Camp Fusion, counselors used me to help kids open up, and feel more comfortable during activities and one on one time. All the kids loved me, especially the really shy ones, so a counselor would borrow me, and ask the shy kids to take a walk. During the walk, I was a really good listener, and made the kids feel more comfortable to open up and talk to the counselors so that they could help the shy kids engage in the activities and games. I helped the kids open up more, and feel more comfortable participating with the other kids. Some kids even asked me to dance on stage with them and play some of their games!

In 2012, Mom met the folks of Jasmine’s House Rescue at the Super Pet Expo, and they told her of a program they were starting called Project Mickey. This program teaches Baltimore City elementary school children build positive attitudes towards animals. The program focuses on empathy and responsible ownership, through hands on visits, from dogs, cats, and rescue and shelter professionals.

The Project Mickey folks invite me to meet with the classes and they talk about pit bull stereotypes, training, and animal abuse. At the end of the lesson, the kids get to visit with me and pet me and I get to give kisses!

I was invited to visit the first year, and have been a fixture in the program ever since. So Mom makes the hour-long drive every few weeks during the school year so I can visit with my classes. We used to go to just one elementary school, but since the first year’s success, we have been visiting a number of more schools in Baltimore City.

I absolutely love visiting with the kids, and have helped change many of the views of the kids and their parents. I am especially effective with working with the kids who are fearful of dogs, because of my calm and loving demeanor. Many kids who are fearful of dogs, or have never been around a dog will pet me, often for the first time ever! I’m really good at staying calm and patient while the fearful kids work up the courage to pet me. When they do, it’s such a reward, because I usually get a lot of pets! 🙂

Mom volunteers for a rescue called Ambassador Pit Bull Alliance (APBA), whose focus is to support and foster responsible ownership, breed awareness, and advocacy. I go with Mom to all their events as a breed ambassador, I love meeting all the people and dogs. The APBA family like having me around, and tell people that even though I’m a pit bull, I am a therapy dog, and I do a lot of volunteering, especially with kids. People are always so shocked to hear about all that I do.

I have also been invited to join a public speaking project for an APBA volunteer about BSL and breed discrimination at George Mason University. It’s such hard work to sit front of a class and let people see how awesome pit bulls are!

In 2013, Mommy brought home an 8-week-old foster puppy, and we named her Kabuki, because it means “mask” in Japanese, and she had an all black face. A rescue friend of Mom’s had come across a homeless woman in Springfield, VA, with a small brindle puppy. After approaching the woman about the puppy, she had told the rescuer that some teenage boys had asked her to watch their puppy while they went to the library and never returned. 🙁

The rescuer asked if the homeless woman was capable of caring for the puppy, to which the homeless woman said no. The puppy was taken into APBA to be cared for.

We fostered Kabuki for a little over a month, when our small family fell in love with the puppy, and within a short amount of time she was a foster fail. 🙂

I love this goofy little girl, we like to play tug-of-war and chase squirrels in the yard. Kabuki is a lot of energy and love. She keeps me active and on my toes. Mom even has an ongoing series of her on our Facebook Page called “Guess What Kabuki Did.” She’s so loving, she gives everyone kisses, even me! She’s Mom and my snuggle buddy.

Kabuki joined Mom and I at Project Mickey as a puppy and has been invited back every year. Kabuki loves giving kisses to the kids and snuggles. After Kabuki turned 1, to remain a Project Mickey ambassador, she had to pass her CGC. In May of 2014, at one and a half, Mom took her and she passed! She is now an official Project Mickey dog, and loves spending time with the students.

Mom calls us the Brindle Babes, we go to all APBA events and lots of other events around the DC area as breed ambassadors, changing the minds of all who meet us.

Parent: Phuong

Photo credit: Dirty Paw Photography

Destiny, Bartlesville, OK

The day my Mama found me, my name was “Unknown.”

Once upon a time, I belonged to somebody. And that somebody didn’t want me no more, so they dumped me. Somehow I ended up over 50 miles away from where I used to live and was caught stumbling down a busy street as a stray.

I was only 39 pounds, dehydrated, and so skinny, all the muscles in my head were gone and made me look kinda funny.

I was sitting in my kennel, number 251A, when this nice lady and a beautiful 8-year-old girl named Destiny walked up and saw me.

The sweet angel looked at the nice lady and said, “What’s wrong with her?”

The lady said, ”Well, sweetheart, looks like someone didn’t feed her or take care of her.”

The little girl looked up and said, “Why would somebody do that?”

The lady looked sad, like she wanted to cry. Finally she said, ”I really don’t know, baby, there’s a lot of bad people in the world.”

Then the little angel spoke up and said, ”We can just feed her and she’ll get better, right?”

Those ten simple words saved my life.

The nice lady, she went home that night and couldn’t sleep, haunted by the look in my eyes. I was afraid, hungry, defeated. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw mine. She knew in a shelter full of healthy, friendly dogs, I wouldn’t make it.

She knew she had to do something.

So the next day, she came back to the shelter and got into the kennel with me, sitting on the cold concrete. I was very scared and tried to warn her, ”Please, lady, I’m afraid. Don’t push me!” I said with my growls.

The lady listened. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t try to pet me. She just tossed treats my way. And oh, my, did they ever smell good! I wanted them so badly, but I just knew if I went near them she might try to grab me or something.

The nice lady just kept tossing treats my way. Eventually, I just couldn’t stand it and I started eating them.

That lady, she was sneaky. She started tossing them closer and closer to her until I realized I was standing right next to her. I almost bolted, but still she didn’t try to touch me or anything, so I stayed.

Finally, she held out a treat and it was in her hand. This time I looked up at her and she looked at me, then looked at the treat. I took the treat, then sniffed her hand, and closed my eyes as she gently touched my cheek.

Her touch was so gentle, all I could do was sigh.

I looked up at the nice lady and she had water running down her face. I stood up really close to her and then put my paws on her legs and stood on her. I heard her say, ”You beautiful baby girl,” and I knew something special was about to happen.

After a while, I was tired, so I went over to my bed and blankie and laid down. The lady watched me the whole time, then gently touched my cheek and said, ”I love you, baby girl.”

I think that’s the moment she knew I was coming home with her.

That night, the lady went home and wrote my story. In her story, she said,”I truly believe it was meant for us to walk back to the kennels that Friday after our photo shoot. I truly believe it was meant for us to see the dog named ’Unknown’ in kennel 251A.

“And it was absolutely meant for an eight-year-old to say ten simple words to change the course of this dog’s life and mine. So no longer will this sweet dog be known as ’Unknown.’ Her name is Destiny. Because it was meant to be.”

My Mama (that’s what I call her now) took me home to a house full of love. No longer am I cold. No longer am I hungry. I’m not scared anymore.

I have special blankies I cover up with. I have a Pibble Posse I love more than anything in this world that I write to every day on Facebook! I have my own bed. I have sisters (five of them!). But most of all, I have love.

Love,
Destiny the Pibble

Parent: Sherry

Ziggy, Ogden, UT

Hi! My name is Ziggy and I’m eight years old.

I have known nothing but love my entire life. When I was about one year old, my first mom had to find me a new home due to breed restrictions where we lived.

My new family thought they were just going to foster me until she found us a home to live in together. It turned out to be harder then she thought. She was unable to find any housing that would take me.

So here I am now, a foster failure living with my amazing new family for the past seven years. Moving from house to house, couch to couch, trailer to trailer, state to state, just so we can all live together.

My family has dealt with a lot of BSL but no matter what I know I will always have a home and a family to call my own! I have lived a very happy and very loved life.

I have a brother, Hercules, who was rescued from doggie jail days before he was to be killed. He has not been loved his whole life. As soon as my family brought him home, we were best friends forever and I have been teaching him ever since.

We also rescued a kitten who we named Marley because me and her are inseparable! She loves sleeping on my back or laying on my head and I will just lay there sitting very still until she wakes up on her own.

I love everybody, every animal, every object, everything! I have never in my life growled or even nipped at anything. We had our house broken into one time. Me and my dad were sleeping on the couch when someone opened our door, dressed in a ski mask with a back pack. As my dad chased the criminal outside, I peacefully went back to sleep. 🙂

We have a joke around here that I will lick a burglar to death or for a treat I might help them carry the TV to their car. And they are very right! I couldn’t hurt a fly!

I also love to spend time with my mom volunteering. She is currently helping people and their animals who don’t have homes right now. The group For the Love of Paws goes out every Sunday to provide the necessary items for animals to survive — food, toys, treats, booties, sweaters, etc.

It is very important to help these people especially in the winter because the temperature drops drastically. I may be lucky enough to sleep in a warm bed every night but some are not as lucky as me.

This is very close to my heart because these people give up the warmth and comfort of a shelter just to keep their animal companion with them. Just as my mom has done for me my entire life.

It is very touching and we will continue to help in any way we can!

♥ Ziggy

Parent: Nicole

Simon, Mankato, MN

Hello! My name is Simon.

I know what you’re thinking, and I’ll answer that question right away. Yes, they’re real. I was born with these eyebrows. 🙂

I’m often asked if my name is Groucho, but I’m really not a grouch! There’s a lot more to my story than just a great pair of eyebrows, so let’s get started.

I was born at the Minneapolis Animal Care and Control facility in August, 2011. I’m one of a litter of 13!

At that time, Minneapolis Animal Care and Control (MACC) only released dogs like me (pit bulls, pit bull mixes) to rescue organizations. When my entire litter was just six weeks old, we were scheduled to be euthanized. 🙁

A wonderful twin cities-based rescue group, Secondhand Hounds, found out about us and they were given 30 minutes to bail us out of this facility!

Some incredible people showed up with one crate in the back of a minivan. Our mom went in the crate, and all 13 pups were placed on the lap of a volunteer.

There was a catch to getting out of MACC — we had to be named. So, these volunteers were able to come up with some names. They named us after cheese!

My name was Swiss. My siblings had names like Colby, Jack, Romano, Gouda, etc. We all went to foster homes and were adopted. Some of us kept our cheese names, and some of us got new names.

I was adopted, but after around one year, my first family returned me to Secondhand Hounds since they were no longer able to keep me.

Mom and her friend saw me on the Secondhand Hounds website and decided to co-foster me. Mom’s friend had me for a weekend, and Mom has had me ever since!

I have three wonderful adopted siblings: Lili, Rufus and Kane. Mom has done a lot of work to help me learn manners, and I teach her that life is supposed to be fun and exciting all the time!

My life has been a wonderful adventure. I’ve been in magazines, I was on the front page of a newspaper, and I’m learning the fun sport of dock diving.

Lots of people are very curious about these eyebrows, and my eyebrows seem to start conversations about certain types of dogs. Lots of people’s perceptions have changed once they get to know my personality. I love people! 🙂

My human mom has lots of big plans for me for the coming year. I’ll be swimming more, and hopefully dock diving in a few more competitions.

And with a little more obedience training, I might get my Canine Good Citizen certification. I guess you could say I’ve got some big plans on the horizon.

Follow my adventure at Simon The Pit Bull/Boxer!

🙂
Simon

Parent: Stephanie

Georgia & Jasmine, Van Buren, AR

Hello! We’re bully sisters. I’m Georgia, an American Bulldog, and my sister Jasmine is an English Bulldog.

My story is not much different from many of my abandoned bully brothers and sisters. I’m a beautiful girl and my owner knew I would have beautiful babies — to sell. I was what my newly adopted parents say, overbred.

I had many puppies in a short amount of time. My milk bottles were hanging and I was thin.

One day my owner took me to the dog park near Carrollton, TX, and left me there.

A nice lady found me after I was at the part for over 2 hours. She was kind enough to wait at the park to see if my owner would come back for me. When they didn’t show up, she loaded all 75 lbs. of me into her car and drove me to the rescue.

I’d like to think that she wanted to adopt me but she had other dogs and they might be jealous of me, taking all the hugs and kisses…and treats.

This was right about Thanksgiving time. I was thankful alright, to be alive. I was abandoned yet I was one of the lucky ones because it could have been a much worse circumstance.

The nice lady reached out to Operation Kindness, a no-kill rescue, and they took me in. The humans at Operation Kindness were so kind to me. Every day I got to eat canned dog food mixed in with dry food. There were many volunteers who took the canines out for daily walks — I wiggled and jiggled with excitement when it was my turn to get outside of the kennel and run!

But I didn’t feel too well. I was heart-worm positive. Even I knew that it was going to be difficult for someone to adopt me because that the treatments were expensive…and painful too. 🙁

Christmas came…and went. Yep, I spent my Christmas in the rescue. But on December 28, the friendly rescue volunteer gave me an extra good bath. She wiped the eye stain off of my white fur too. She told me a lady saw my picture on the bulldog network online and that her husband wanted to see me.

He drove 5 hours to see me…to see ME! Well, I was nervous and excited, although I tried to contain myself — it was difficult. I warmed right up to this nice stranger.

He took me outside for a short walk. I was taught to ‘sit’ and ‘stay’ during my 5 weeks of incarceration. Of course, I had to show off how well behaved I was. I leaned on his leg and wouldn’t leave his side. I had this feeling, you know, that special sense that canines have, they can tell a good guy from a bad guy.

Well, this man was a good guy. He took a picture of me on his phone and sent it to his wife. She said to bring me home with him! 🙂

My parents took me to the doctor and they got me started on the heart-worm treatments. It hurt me very much and my mom cried when she saw how much pain I was in. But it was only one of the treatments that was the worst.

It was just a matter of time that I was rid of heartworms. My parents noticed how much faster I could run. And I began to eat more and gained 10 lbs. in just a few weeks.

About 7 months later, my parents decided to adopt a bully sister for me. They found a place in Oklahoma City, a group of volunteers who foster bulldogs — Tornado Alley Bulldog Rescue.

My mom talked to Amber — my mom calls her an Angel. Amber takes in bulldogs that nobody wants or can afford medical care or are taken away because they weren’t treated very well. Amber works with these bullies to get them to not be afraid. She gives them medicine to make their skin better — some of the bulldogs come there without fur. Some of them have bladder problems and other issues from staying inside a kennel for hours on end.

My sister was owner surrendered to TABR but she was lucky too. Because of this rescue, people can bring their unwanted bulldogs and Amber will take them in, love them, feed them, care for them and fix them.

I got into the truck with my mom and dad, and we set out to get my new sister, Jasmine (Sassy). Jasmine was very shy but she didn’t seem sad when we put her in the truck with us to take her home. We think she’s about the same age as me.

And she was a former baby mama too. Her spine is curved because of the weight of having multiple litters of puppies. She has an eye condition and my mom has to put ointment on it every day but she never complains and Jasmine doesn’t mind either.

I continue to get canned dog food mixed in with dry food and so does my sister. Both my sister and I are lucky that there are rescues out there for bullies like us.

I hope you’ll join me in the Christmas drive to give new toys, collars, treats, warm blankets, towels and other wonderful things to help cheer up my bully brothers and sisters at Tornado Alley Bulldog Rescue while they wait for their new home.

Love,
Georgia & Jasmine

Parent: Pam

Titus & Hailey, Islip Terrace, NY

Hi, My name is Titus and my girl is Hailey. We were both rescued from shelters as pups. I was rescued from a NYC shelter and Hailey was rescued from one in Virginia.

Mommy and Daddy had always talked about adopting a Pit Bull and finally made the decision to in 2008. They saw Hailey’s pic on Petfinder and were soon on their way to Virginia to pick her up.

Once they got her home to their other 3 dogs, they realized that everything they have ever heard about pit bulls were all myths. They had never met a sweeter, lovable more submissive dog in their lives.

Mommy knew Hailey was special. She started taking her to Therapy Dog classes that she passed with flying colors. Unfortunately, she did not pass the test due to her barking at the photographer when his flash went off and lens shot out. 🙁

That didn’t matter because Mommy knew what she wanted to prove all along, Pit Bulls make awesome therapy dogs!

Flash forward to 2011. Mommy was scrolling through Facebook and saw a ugly lil pup needing a foster home; ME. I was found on the streets of the Bronx with mange and a broken femur in my back leg (guess that made me easy to catch).

I sat in the shelter watching people just walk right by me. Who really wanted a mangy lil ugly pup? My time was almost up before someone noticed my inner beauty and rescued me. I had my leg fixed and began treatment for my mange. I needed crate rest due to surgery on my broken leg so I sat in boarding.

Hailey had just finished 3 months of crate rest after ACL surgery and Mommy still had the crate upstairs. Mommy always wanted to help us rescued/homeless animals in some way and figured fostering would be a great start.

In April, she began fostering me and training me so I would be perfect for my new family. She had the perfect home lined up for me, only a block away.

Unfortunately that home fell through and Mommy realized that she could not let me go. I had fallen head-over-heels in love with Hailey and Mommy could not bear the thought of tearing me away from her.

Once Mommy decided that she was keeping me she knew that she had to make me my own Facebook page. She said she just had to share my pawsome personality with the world.

What turned out to be a fun little page has turned into so much more. With Mommy’s help it seems that I have become quite the celebrity. I have made several TV appearances — News 12 Long Island, Newsday — featured in a few magazines and newspapers, freelance for American Pet Magazine, and each morning I do a daily weather report which it seems some can no longer live without. 🙂

Mommy started volunteering for rescue and eventually started her own rescue with some of my Facebook Aunts. Hailey and I are now Ambassadogs for our rescue, Peace Love –N- Rescue Angels.

We help Mommy fundraise by setting up kissing booths at fundraisers and holding auctions on our Facebook page. We have been able to help so many rescues and homeless furbabies and the feeling that comes from it is immeasurable.

Hailey and I were married in a backyard ceremony, on July 14th, 2013, where we were able to raise over $5,000 for rescue. We were joined by over 100 of our Facebook friends and family and it is what I call, The Best Day Ever!

Of course it was not a “real” wedding as they do not offer dog marriage licenses but Mommy knew that I just love Hailey so much that she thought it would be a great way to raise money for rescue. And because we are spayed and neutered and do not believe in breeding, we may adopt a puppy in the future.

We work very hard to dispel the myths that have been brought upon our breed and have been successful in changing many people’s minds about Pit Bulls. We have had a few people start fostering pit bulls, only to foster fail, because they realized what we knew all along, we are that awesome.

We know that everything we have been able to do would not be possible without all of our fans so we would like to thank each and every one of you.

We will continue to be advocates for our breed and raise awareness for shelter and homeless animals and those with no voice. We will also continue to work tirelessly to raise awareness for abused and neglected animals.

We were 2 of the lucky dogs that found their happy furever but we will not be totally happy till we can do the same for all the other homeless, lonely animals out there.

Please join us on our journey to help as many as we can; visit us at Titus and His Girl Hailey.

~Titus

Parent: Laura

Admiral, Herndon, VA

My name is Admiral and I’m a tripod.

In January of 2013 I was found tied to a tree, underweight, with a broken leg. Some nice people found me, untied me from the tree, and took me to the Montgomery County (MD) Humane Society.

The humane society people were really nice to me and got me vet care to try to fix my leg. My femoral head (the ball part of the ball and socket joint) was broken off of my femoral neck. The shelter vet did an FHO surgery in an attempt to save my leg, but it would be a long time before we would find out if it was successful.

See, my leg had been broken for a long time. The surgeon guessed it had been that way for at least four months, judging by the amount of muscle atrophy, and that I had probably been hit by a car. I had a lot of work to do to build up some muscle tone so that I could try to move my leg. Before my surgery all it would do was dangle. 🙁

I went back to the humane society and became a staff favorite. Volunteers would sit with me and staff would let me hang out with them in their offices, but they knew they couldn’t provide the level of care I needed in the shelter. They put out a plea to rescues to take me in. That’s when I was pulled by Ambassador Pit Bull Alliance.

The night that I arrived in my foster home was the beginning of a new journey. My foster mom took me to APBA’s vet and we discovered that, in addition to being really skinny, I had a major infection deep in my pelvic bones.

My new x-rays showed that my bones were full of little holes where the infection was eating through them. I started on strong antibiotics (two different ones at the same time!) and stayed on them for four months.

I went to the vet once a month for pain management medication, x-rays to check the progress of my infection, and to check on how well my muscles were building back up. I did actually manage to build up muscle tone and start walking on my leg, but I was always in pain. I never cried or whimpered, but people said they could tell by the look in my eyes. I never really wanted to walk very far, and when I would go to adoption events, I got tired really fast.

Still, I was always nice to everyone, because you never know who your next family might be!

After my infection finally cleared up and I had muscles I could use in my leg, it was discovered that my hock would hyper-extend. The vet said it would always cause me problems, and after all that work, fighting to save my leg, it was decided that the best course of action for my quality of life would be to amputate.

APBA raised the money for my surgery, and my foster mom took me all the way down to Richmond, VA, where my surgery was done at Helping Hands Veterinary Surgery and Dental Care. My foster mom said it was an adventure because I got to go on a long car ride and sleep at a hotel!

Surgery went well, but recovery was hard. My foster mom took a week off of work to stay home with me. She made sure I had enough pain medicine, that my bandages got changed regularly, and that my incision stayed clean. She also made sure I got up and walked around to keep my circulation going.

A few weeks later, I met a nice family who adopted me! There was a mom, a dad, a sister dog, and three kids! I was excited, but also sad, because I really loved my foster mom, but she said from the beginning that I would find a family to adopt me. I moved in with them and tried hard to be the good dog they expected me to be.

I lived with that family for two months, but it just didn’t work out, and they called my foster mom to come get me.

I was so excited to see her! I ran around like a puppy and barked and bounced around, I sat in her lap and gave her lots of kisses! She brought me home, and then she told me that she missed me too, and that she was my real mom now! I was home forever! 🙂

These days my favorite thing to do is volunteer with my Mom and APBA. We go to lots of pet friendly events where I get to meet people and tell my story. My mission is to spread the message that “Not all good dogs are good because of the way they are raised. Many are good despite it” and “it’s much more likely that a pit bull will be harmed by a human than the other way around.”

My hope is that by meeting me, more people will choose to meet and adopt shelter pit bulls, and that they will join me in my mission to make the world a better place for dogs like us.

You can follow me on Facebook at Admiral’s Pit Bull Advocacy and Education.

~ Admiral

Parent: Kristie

Bobbie Sue, Chico, CA

My name is Bobbie Sue and this is my story.

On July 8, 2009, my mommy, while pregnant with me, was rescued in the largest dog fighting bust in U.S. History, the “Missouri 500”. Many arrests were made in 8 states and over 500 dogs and puppies were rescued.

I was born in a shelter in St. Louis, MO, in September 2009.

There were so many dogs to take care of that we lived in warehouse shelters. Missouri asked for help and luckily some great rescue organizations were there for us. They found us new places to live and transportation to get there.

In November 2009, I boarded a semi trailer truck with some of my friends and travelled 1,600 miles from St. Louis to Sacramento, CA. It was scary, since I was just little, but having some of my friends made it a bit easier. Also, the people who drove us and took care of us on the trip, Best Friends Animal Society, were really nice to us.

When we reached Sacramento, 11 of us were picked up and driven 90 miles north to Butte Humane Society in Chico, CA.

I lived at Butte Humane for about 4 months. The people were nice, but the shelter was crowded, so I had to share an outdoor kennel with a couple of other dogs. I was beginning to think this was my forever home.

Lots of people looked at me, but no one took me home because I was a pitbull, a black pitbull at that (I learned about black dog syndrome in the shelter) and also a “bust” dog. My family had a fighting dog reputation. Many things were against me.

In March 2010, a man came to the shelter looking for his missing dog. His dog wasn’t there, but he walked around and talked to us dogs anyway. He looked really sad, so I played with him. It made him smile when he saw how nice and smart I was.

The man’s wife said they should take me home and foster me. I got real excited when I heard her, but my hopes were dashed when the man said it might not work out if his missing dog came home. I had just hung my head in sadness when the man said, “I guess we can take her home with us for a few days so she’ll be warm”. It had been really cold at night.

I perked up and told myself the man would not be sorry. I would be the best dog ever.

My foster parents, Ken and Teri, were really nice. I got lots of attention, treats and toys. My foster Dad taught me how to fetch the morning paper, and to retrieve firewood for the woodstove. 🙂 This made him happy, and I enjoy working. They knew I was very smart.

I loved my foster parents and felt they loved me, but I was certain I’d have to return to the shelter one day soon.

After a couple of months, that day came. We got into the car and drove to the shelter. I was scared, however I showed the shelter staff how well I was doing and how much I loved my foster parents.

Then it happened! They said the “A” word and everyone agreed I should stay with this family FOREVER. 🙂

My adoption was granted that day and I officially became Bobbie Sue Morgan. Turns out my parents had wanted to adopt me for a while, but there was a fostering requirement for us dogs from Missouri due to our rough beginnings.

I have lived with my human mom and dad for about 5 ½ years now. I still get the paper for my Dad every morning and in the winter I bring in wood so we all stay warm. My family loves me very much and have taught me manners and how to earn positive respect from people who may not like me because of my breed.

My Dad says my biggest accomplishments are not tricks or chores I do, but rather, being a great ambassador for pitbulls. My parents take me everywhere with them and we travel a lot. I have swam in rivers, lakes, and played on beaches in many different states. I love the water!

I meet lots of people and what makes me most proud is knowing I’ve changed a lot of peoples’ attitudes about my breed. My dream is that other pitbulls get the same opportunities I have had, because if given that chance I know they won’t disappoint.

Thank you for reading my story. Don’t forget to check the links to my videos above so you can see me in action, and I hope they put a smile on your face. 🙂

Love,
Bobbie Sue

p.s. I am not a monster.

Parents: Ken & Teri

Puddin’, Anderson, IN

Hello, I’m Puddin’ Pops, or as my friends know me, Puddin’. Today, October 14th, 2015, marks the one-year anniversary of passing to the Rainbow Bridge from Cancer. The “Lady” at Puddin’s Pittie Palace said it’s time I tell everyone my story.

The first 10 years of my life weren’t so great, in fact, from what the pictures show, and what the Lady/AD (Activities Director) was told it was pretty much hell. I was involved in dog fighting with a corrupt “Dogman” who kept very good records, fought me, and then used me for stud. This person kept 200 dogs, chickens, cockroaches, snakes, wild boar, and all sorts of drugs, and guns hidden out in the booneys of Ohio.

It was not a Palace.

In August of 2010, some brave people (local humane societies and the HSUS shout out to Janette Reever!!) showed up to the “Dogman’s” home and finally discovered my family, friends, and best of all: ME!

I was officially Evidence Dog #93 of the 200 dogs (the raid is known as OH200 — in the video, at 1:42, you’ll see me). A nice person put all of us up in a horse barn because there were so many of us. After a lot of work, we were sent to various rescues across the country, like Hello Bully and Measle’s Animal Haven.

Most of us made it out with good temperaments and clean health and were put up for adoption. I made my way to be fostered by Robin Rock’s family from Measle’s Animal Haven and there I began to learn what it meant to be a dog, and got my first name, “Rockstar!”

I had quite a few health issues that had to be dealt with when I first got to Robin’s house and I also had to be neutered. Then after learning what it was like to live in a house, I was placed for adoption.

The AD loves Elderbulls and loves Petfinder. One night she was doing an Elderbull search in the area and saw an Elderbull named “Rockstar” in OH. The AD and the Palace are in IN. She had NO idea that Rockstar was an ex-fighting dog.

A little about the “Palace.” It’s home to a group of working dogs, Elderbulls or foster dogs. Most of the dogs are chosen to be therapy dogs and work in the local community mental health center where the AD works. When the AD sees a dog that “grabs” her, it is always their eyes, and what she usually sees is the potential for them to be a Therapy Dog.

And that is what the AD says she saw in ME! An ex-fighting dog — a dog that was born to be a Therapy Dog even though I was already more than 10 years old.

So…I move to IN, and the AD, while she liked the name Rockstar, thought I was a little too laid back for that name. See, I’m a slow-roll kinda dog. I’m super sweet but I also can get myself into some sticky situations at times…just like Pudding. 🙂 So my name became Puddin’ Pops.

A piece of trivia: I’m the ONLY Palace dog who does not have the last name of Pants. And that’s because I’m the only Palace dog to ever be a Papa… that we know of.

But everyone just called me Puddin’ and life was good. I had a home with pitties, kitties and chickens.

The AD and I got serious about making me a working dog. I passed the Canine Good Citizen Certification even though I ‘sorta’ almost touched the hot dog… and then I got my Therapy Dog Certification. 🙂

Everyone LOVED me. Especially people who had come out of dark pasts like me. It’s like we knew we had both seen Hell on Earth and I like to think when they petted me, they got a little of my strength to help them on their own journey of healing.

The AD always said I wasn’t the most dynamic Therapy Dog she’d ever had, but I was the most zen of the pack. I was like the diffuser in the room. Sometimes, I’d just lie in the corner, especially as I got older, but the room would be calmer. I don’t know what that means, but I think it’s a good thing.

I still struggled with some of my own past though. Squeaky toys terrified me. And I didn’t like it if it was bedtime and everyone got too riled up and wanted to rough house. Sometimes I’d lose my temper if I was asleep and the AD would have to remind me I was safe. Old ways die hard sometimes. 🙁

I also didn’t like it when dogs sassed me too much. I had a lot of patience, A LOT of patience. But eventually if a dog pushed me too hard, well, let’s just say, I sometimes showed my past. I didn’t like to fight, but I knew how to fight. But the AD knew this and managed it.

My friends say I had a sublime sense of humor. I loved to sit and play with door stoppers. The boinnng boinnng sound of the spring going back and forth was heaven to me, especially if I could get it to come out of the wall.

I also liked the taste of electronics and would quietly consume them when no one was looking. And seatbelts… Who doesn’t enjoy the taste of a seatbelt? (Yum yum!) I didn’t really like my toys traditional, unless they were sticks. I liked the more avant garde… Phone cord (yes, please), cat poop (oh def!) and scrub brushes. 🙂

But my favorite thing? To roll in the grass. When I was back at the Dogman’s I had no grass. Just a circle with a post in the middle. And dirt. The AD knew how much I loved grass. Sometimes on our walk from the car to the office building a 3-minute walk would take almost 10 because I would literally roll my way there. Kicking my legs up and smiling. This is what brought me true joy.

We had good times. Wading in local rivers. Going to dog events. Doing normal stuff. I got to be a dog with a job. I was happy. I was home. I was the muse for a Facebook Page called Puddin’s Pittie Palace. All was good.

One day, my foster sister Jazzy and I had a scuffle. The AD took us to the vet to make sure we were fine. The vet noticed an odd lump on my paw. It hadn’t been there a few days earlier. The AD knew this because I wore boots all winter. Surgery Time… Spindlecell Carcinoma. But… we got it all!

And a wonderful group of people from FB helped arrange an auction to help with the cost of the surgery and with ongoing medical care for me, as well as Stubbydog.org. Then we got the news that I also had Hemangiosarcoma and 3 months to live. BUT, I wasn’t done with life yet.

During this time, you see, the AD was like damnit — Puddin’s doing a bucket list. So she started entering me in all these contests and we started going on fun outings. Because I wasn’t going down easily. I’m a fighter, a peaceful warrior.

So during the last 9 months of my life, I continued to work as much as I was able to at the Mental Health Center, and attended events as an Ambassabull. I even had a special Ther-a-Pit wheelbarrow I rode in and later my own stroller to ride in when I got too weak to walk far.

The AD entered me in the 2015 Pinups for Pit Bull’s Calendar Contest, and guess what! I was selected to be one of the calendar dogs, and in addition was a featured dog in the Pinups for Pit Bull’s book along with my sister Thelma Sparklepants.

My Aunties Lacey and C. Ann and the AD took a trip to the photo shoot and I had a blast. My brother Walter Monkeypants and I were also selected to be in the Rufus Strong, Rufus the Cancer Pitty’s 2015 Calendarl.

But probably the best thing of the year? Meeting Auntie Bea and going on a Gondola ride with a group of friends. My motto was “Fuck Cancer” and I proudly wore a charm on my collar that said that as I also tried to live it.

During the time I was sick, my Auntie Lacey and Uncle James made sure I had a lot of fun. They would come and take me on convertible rides and get hamburgers. Those are some of my happiest memories.

I didn’t want to eat much. Hemangio does that to a lot of dogs — it robs them of their appetites. It also makes sleeping difficult sometimes. I’d wake up to find the AD staring at me and she’d be telling me how much she loved me. We spent a lot of nights that way, just looking at each other.

Despite being sick, I always wanted to work. I’m didn’t want to stay home, so the AD would bundle me up in skeleton PJs and a sweater because I was so thin and off to work we’d go.

I worked up till the Friday before I passed. I couldn’t make the walk from the parking lot to the building so she’d carry me. But once we got to the building, I was “Rockstar” again, and would go around greeting people as if I didn’t have a care in the world. A Therapy Dog doesn’t let people know when they don’t feel well.

The AD always called me her soul dog. Before I passed, we had a weekend party with friends coming in from out of town. I finally got to meet my Auntie Bea. Auntie Bea had literally kept me going with her special treats she sent me when my appetite faded as the cancer grew.

At the party I realized it was OK to go…I’d defeated the cancer for 9 months. Several people noticed there was a change. And the spark in my eyes the AD had seen in the Petfinder photo? It had dimmed. I was tired.

I’d had my meal with Auntie Bea. And on Oct 14, 2014, the AD, Auntie Bea, and I made our last road trip and I passed peacefully to the Bridge knowing I was loved.

But the cool thing is, on that very day, my rescuer Janette Reever of the HSUS was in the middle of conducting a raid on another Dogman in Sevierville, TN, out in the middle of the country. She dubbed it “the Puddin’ raid” in my honor.

That I hope will be my legacy: to show the world that an ex-fighting dog can just be a dog, with his own quirks and funny ways, but a happy dog regardless of his past. And inspire others.

Peace and Light,
Puddin’

Parent: Kay

Brodie, Lomita, CA

Hi, my name is Brodie! I found my home in 2009.

I was found by a nice lady in Compton, CA. She saw me wandering around and got me so I wouldn’t get hurt on the streets. She looked for my owners but came up empty.

The nice lady put me in her car and drove to find her friend at work, but he wasn’t there. She went next door and met a couple of nice men — Dan and Sean. They talked — she needed to find her friend or I would have to go to the pound.

I was so scared. Dan kept looking at me and when the nice lady mentioned “pound” he stepped up and said he would take me. The nice lady and Dan (who is now my dad) worked it out so that his girlfriend would pick me up after she got off of work.

I sat in the nice lady’s house waiting for something to happen! And then it did. Another nice lady came to the front door and was looking for me! She introduced herself as Dan’s girlfriend, Jessica (who is now my mom). This was it — I was going somewhere else, somewhere new.

But I was still so scared because I didn’t know what was going on. When Jessica came to get me from the couch, I peed all over it. The nice lady told Jessica that I did that in her car too but she looked at me and said everything was going to be okay. I let Jessica pick me up and take me to her home.

We got to what was going to be my home and it was big! There was a yard and another dog already there. My mom and dad had a roommate and he was really nice too.

She took a good look at me once we got settled and realized I was in bad shape. My ribs were showing and my ears were scarred from bites. I have a tear on one side of my ear as well. I was dirty and scared.

My back was the worst though: there was a nasty gash from the top of my tail to the middle of my back. It was open and infected. I don’t really remember what happened or how I got it.

My mom went inside the house and came out with a warm rag and a medical kit. She shaved my back and got as much of the caked and scabbed infection off of my back. I was given fresh water and food, but I wasn’t hungry.

For this first time ever, I was brought to a bed and got to sleep on it! I got really sick my first night home and Mochi, my new sister, slept right next to me and never left my side.

The next day my mom took me to see the vet. They looked me over and said I was about 6 months old. When told about my back, the infection, and how I was sick, the vet said I most likely spiked a fever but that I should be okay now.

I was given a clean bill of health (aside from my healing back). When we got home, I felt much better and finally got to play with Mochi!

While living with my new family, I started to show quirks (as my mom likes to call them) in my personality. We found out that hoodies, when they are on someone’s head, scare me a lot. So do construction or steel toed boots. My tail goes between my legs and I try to hide somewhere.

So we have a routine in the house so I don’t get scared anymore: hoodies cannot be on and construction boots stay outside. Mom says everything is okay and that I will always be safe.

Six years later, I am as happy as can be. I have a new brother, Sonnie, and the three of us are now a pack – the Knuckleheads as mom likes to call us! 🙂

I am slowly working on not being scared. Mom and I go to training sessions and visit Robin from Zoom Room in Redondo Beach, CA. She is really nice. I am working up to get my Canine Good Citizen test.

Mom says I might be a good therapy dog but nothing big and crazy. I like intimate environments – big crowds and loud noises also scare me. But, one day at a time and one paw forward!

I am always learning new things and helping mom out with activities and education. My mom has joined the Pinups for Pitbulls, Inc. mission and I am an honorary four-legged advocate. Most of the time I don’t get to go to events but that’s okay — I help out in spirit.

When we are out on a walk or at the dog park, I get to show everyone who I am and that second chances do happen. I am a good boy and am on a mission to show that we are always wanted, not trash that can be tossed away!

Thank you for reading my story!

Sincerely,
Brodie

Parents: Jessica & Dan

Grimm, Kansas City, MO

My name is Grimm. I’m almost 11 years old.

I’ve been with my mommy and daddy my whole life. I feel blessed that my life has been perfect since I was 8 weeks old. Except when I lived under breed specific legislation.

I lived with my daddy and his family until I was 2 years old. Then the town I lived in, Independence, MO, passed breed ban. When the laws passed, I moved in with my mommy and her family because my daddy’s family couldn’t obtain the strict and expensive requirements of those laws.

When I first arrived at mommy’s, her family was scared of me, but they knew I’d die if they didn’t let me move in with them. The first night, grandma was worried. She asked mommy where I was going to sleep. When mommy said I’d sleep in her bed, grandma was worried she wouldn’t be safe.

But within 2 days, I won them all over. 🙂 They love me dearly and learned pit bulls aren’t what the media says about them.

I lived under BSL for 6 years. I was a prisoner, confined to my home and it was illegal for me to go anywhere but the vet. Although I was grandfathered, my mommy kept me hidden.

She was so afraid something would happened to me, or we were deemed to have broken a new rule she wasn’t aware of…she heard stories of harassment and she didn’t want me taken away from her.

I couldn’t go anywhere or even play outside. 🙁

Because my mommy’s house didn’t have a 6-ft tall fence that is 2-ft deep in the ground, I needed two 4-ft leashes, one attached to a normal collar and one on a choke chain with a basket or heavy leather muzzle, just to go potty.

In addition, my family also had to take out a $300,000 home owners insurance, plus pay a $100 yearly fee to animal control. Yeah, BSL sucks!

Thankfully, two years ago we moved to Kansas City so no more hiding me in the house! Oh and I can go on car rides! I LOVE riding shotgun!

Mommy and daddy started fostering pit bulls in need. I’ve helped all 10 fosters learn manners and gain confidence while they were here.

When I grew attached to one of them, mommy adopted her for me. 🙂 That’s how we got our precious Adira, who had her paw amputated after being caught in a hunting trap.

I love everyone I meet. I’ve never met a dog, cat or person I didn’t give a big smooch to. Mommy says I’m a great big foster brother because of my wonderful temperament. Other rescue people mommy has worked with even say I’m perfect for it because I’m so even tempered.

I’ve never raised my lip or growled at any other dogs, even when they do it to me. I trust my mommy and daddy will protect me so I let them take care of those situations.

One time, I met a Pomeranian that tried to attack me. Mommy was in shock when all I did was run away.

When I got my own Facebook page, I decided I wanted to have it promote pit bulls that needed furever homes and to raise money for the rescues that save them. I’ve done a couple auctions in which I’ve raised over $5,000 for rescues. My grandma even paid for shipping so all the money raised went straight to the rescues.

Over the last few years, I’ve also become mommy’s nurse. She has chronic migraines and I can read her like a book. I let her know when she needs to stop and take it easy. And I know when she needs me to lick her face to distract her from her migraine.

I am very loved, and I’m proud I inspired my mommy to rescue and foster pit bulls less fortunate than me.

Thanks for reading my story and I’d love to see you on my Facebook page: Sir Grimm the Elderbull and Lady Adira the Diva Princess.

Grimm.

Parent: Lori

Puppet, Sterling, VA

Let me introduce myself. My name is Puppet and I am a three-legged miniature bull terrier.

I am almost 1 year old and I was born with a birth defect: my front left leg had a deformity that my mommy called my little “chicken wing”.

At 4 weeks old, I was surrendered by a breeder to a rescue that my mom was in, Terabithia Animal Advocacy Group, Inc. I never use my deformed leg so I’ve been walking on three legs since birth.

My mom is awesome! She taught me how to balance myself, how to drink out of a water bowl and how to eat my food without falling over.

Mom said that a lot of people fell in love with me through the rescue and wanted to help me with my surgery so money was raised so that I could have my chicken wing taken off.

The surgery was really hard and it didn’t make me feel very good. It made my mom upset a lot too but now she said it is like it never even happened and I’ve turned into her little tripod pistol.

I love people, I love dogs and I love every other kind of animal. Everywhere I go, it’s my special purpose to make friends with everybody. Mommy said I’m so good at it that she’s decided that I am going to be a therapy dog!

I do an awesome job at showing people that missing a leg doesn’t matter so I’m going to be a therapy dog for veteran amputees and help them understand just because you’re missing a leg or an arm doesn’t mean that you can’t be #bullystrong like me.

And because I’m very well behaved and gentle, mom hopes one day I can go see the kids at the hospital and help them as well. Woohoo! I love kids! They are my favorite!

I also get to go on special adventures with my mom to help other dogs with problems that they might have such as not trusting other dogs, being scared of humans or just showing them that I make a really good “BFF”!

I’m really lucky because I get to go to work with my mom every day. She has a dog wash so I get to make new friends on a daily basis. The people that come in love me. They say that I put a smile on their face and I inspire them. Some even come by just to see me.

I think that’s awesome because not a lot of people have seen a dog like me. Mom says that some people out there don’t think bully breed dogs like me are good and that we are not nice but I’m trying to show everyone everyday what the meaning of true bully love is!

I am an ambassadors for my breed and TRIPODS RULE!

XO,
Puppet

p.s. Follow my adventures on Facebook, The Plucky Puppet: A Three Legged Bull Terrier!

Parent: Sandi

Photo Credit:
Kathy Kupka Photography
Virgil Ocampo Photography

Petunia, Houston, TX

Hi! My name is Petunia. In December of 2014, I was surrendered to BARC, Houston’s city shelter.

I was estimated to be 9 weeks old, although it is estimated later I was probably only 4 to 6 weeks old. I had an infected, extended eyeball. 🙁

A rescue, Houston Street Dogs, saved me and the next day I had my eye removed. After surgery I was picked up by my foster mom. Foster mom picked me up and said, “Oh my! A chocolate pit puppy with puppy’s breath!!”

I heard her say that I was sent by Pig; I didn’t understand yet what that meant. We got home and I had a nice, comfy, warm bed in a crate. There were big dogs there too.

Foster mom said she wanted me to learn to sleep in a crate for my new family and she said she didn’t want the big dogs to step on me.

The next day foster mom told me my name would be Petunia Pig, Petunia for short. I was named after the dog named Pig that foster mom had lost just a week earlier. I heard foster mom talk about missing him and she even cried. I snuggled with her.

Pretty soon after coming home, I started not feeling good. Foster mom got me back to the doctor because it was almost Christmas. Foster mom learned I had parvo and she was worried. 🙁

She told me to be strong and we would get through this. She told me Angel Pig would help.

Christmas came and went and foster mom stayed with me. I didn’t like the needle under my skin very much. I even nip at her. She told me even when I don’t feel good, biting is not the solution.

Pretty soon I felt good and started sneaking naps in the bed with the big dogs and foster mom. I was told I was a pint-sized trooper for making it through surgery and parvo.

I got my stitches out of my eye and things were going well. Then…I got a cherry eye. Foster mom said I couldn’t catch a break!

Surgery was scheduled and I was spayed and had my cherry eye removed. My health was excellent and mom started teaching me obedience. She said that because I am a pit bull I will have to act and behave better than all other dogs. It doesn’t make sense because I’m already a nice pup.

Mom explained that some humans are confused and that we were going to change minds. So, we went to a local walk for a pit bull at a dog park with some other friends and my foster sister Bug. It was my first walk on leash. Mom was so proud of me! 🙂

Mom took me everywhere and everyone really loved me. Well, those who took the time to know me. Some people ran from me and called me a pit bull like it was bad. I was doing my sit and stay. Those are the people mom warned me about. So, I wagged my tail.

I am now 10 months old and I’m adopted! Foster mom adopted me on the anniversary date she lost Pig.

I am learning to swim so I can dock dive. I just earned my Canine Good Citizen certification and I am on mom’s team, The Ambassabull Project, where I am changing minds one heart at a time.

I am a good girl and I am going to prove how strong I am and all those like me are. I would love to represent Houston like Super “Monster” Jagger!

I will work in the honor of all the pit bulls that have come before me so the ones that come after me have it better. “Changing minds one heart at a time!”

Thank you for reading my story.

~ Petunia

Parent: Stacey Lea

Credit: Theheartnose ~ photo by Kelly Labrie Ferguson

Bubba G., Kanab, UT

My name is Bubba G. People ask my mom what the G stands for, and sometimes she says “goof”. 🙂

I am generally a very good natured, exuberant puppy of a dog. I am a klutz. I am an athlete. I am a cuddler. And I am a clown.

I am NOT a monster.

In March of 2015 I was found laying beside a dumpster in an alley in Denver. I was covered in wounds that were “consistent with dog-fighting”. Some were old, some were new, some were infected.

The newest and worst wound was on top of my head, where my entire scalp and ears had been torn from my skull.

Denver Animal Control picked me up and rushed me to the vet. It took more than 5 surgeries to try and repair the damage I had sustained.

Some of the surgeries were minor…removing an infected dew claw. But some were extremely major. Thank goodness they were able to save one of my ear canals, or else I wouldn’t be able to hear at all.

After two months of medical care and healing, I was ready to find a home of my own. Because of a long standing breed ban, Denver Animal Control is unable to adopt out pit bull terrier type dogs. A rescue group has to “pull” a dog. There were a lot of groups that wanted to take me. But ultimately it was decided that I would go to Coloradogs.

Coloradogs is a small private rescue. They are primarily foster based, but two lucky dogs at a time get to stay at Nancy’s house in the “rad pad”. Nancy has done work with Bad Rap, and she based the rad pad on Bad Rap’s barn. I got to move in and enjoy all the benefits of living in a warm, happy, enriching, safe place.

While I was staying at Nancy’s, a very nice lady came to see me and take me on outings. Her name was Rachel, and she told me all about her dog: Oscar the Vicktory Dog. Rachel even took me to her office, so she could see how I’d do in an environment like that.

Right around the same time I was making myself at home at the Rad Pad, a family in Arizona was trying to deal with the grief of losing a very special family member.

Ray the Vicktory Dog was a little brown dog with a huge personality. He was also a former “Monster.” He had died unexpectedly and his parents, Kevin and Jacque, were having a hard time trying to get over his loss.

One day Jacque decided that she couldn’t bear the silence of her office every day. She wasn’t walking any more. She didn’t have anyone to cuddle.

The other family dog, McCaela the Turtle, was 100% Kevin’s dog. She liked Jacque, but not enough to spend every day in her office. She much preferred staying home and sleeping on the couch.

So Jacque started looking on-line at dogs needing a home. None of them seemed exactly right. She was looking for a dog who was friendly and who had good dog skills. She wanted a dog who wasn’t a puppy, but who wasn’t too old. She wanted a dog who liked to train and was good with all sorts of people.

Jacque knew her friend Rachel had been volunteering at Coloradogs and had even done some fundraising for them. So she decided to take a chance and emailed Nancy.

Nancy emailed her back right away and told her:

“We actually have a great boy here named Bubba G we are searching for the perfect home for. He was found in Denver terribly wounded and with his ears completely removed. He spent 2 months at the Denver shelter getting fixed up and we pulled him a week ago.

He is so so sweet, loves being out around town, has done great with large dogs but can be a bit dicey around small ones. He is most likely a no cat boy but is super soft in temperament and so responds really week to correction.

He has shown zero tendency to be destructive at all or to go to the bathroom inside the Rad Pad. Rachel hung out with him yesterday so she can give you a great run down.”

Jacque emailed Rachel and asked what she thought. Then Kevin and Jacque had lots of talks about taking on another dog so soon. But it didn’t take long for them to decide I was the right dog for them.

A wonderful volunteer named Deanne offered to drive me halfway home. She even rented a car to help get me there. My mom and I met her at a gas station just past the Colorado/Utah border. Mom took one look at me in Deanne’s car and called dad to say “we need to buy more dog food”.

I guess I’m a little bigger than she expected! 🙂

Now I have a room of my own with tons of toys. Every weekday I go with my mom to work. We take lots of walks and I get to meet new people every day. Mom works at an animal sanctuary, so everyone here is happy to stop and pet me.

I go to class with mom several times a week so that I can become something called a “therapy dog”. I think that just means I will have even more people to love on me.

Every morning and every evening my mom or dad and I play “ball”. I have about 20 identical balls that I love more than anything. I even carry one in my mouth when I go for a walk.

Turtle and I are becoming good friends. It took awhile, but now we even play together. Every night we go for a walk together with mom and dad.

My life started out a bit rough. People tried hard to make me a monster. But I’m not and will never be one.

I am Bubba G and I am a very good dog.

~ Bubba G

Parents: Jacque & Kevin

Meatball, Cleveland, OH

Hi! My name is Meatball. My story started in the first dog park in the city of Cleveland, Tremont’s Clark Fields.

Soon after the park was opened, a group of people came to use the park with their dogs and found a small, probably 6-week-old puppy tied to the fence. That was me. One of them, who had two male German Shepherds, said she would take me home with her. She named me Clark. That should be my happy ending, right?

Sadly, as I got a little older, her dogs—who were unaltered—started attacking me and she let them. This continued for a couple of months with me, requiring frequent vet care. The vet at Gateway Animal Hospital suggested she have me neutered, which she did, but the attacks didn’t stop.

The vet then suggested that if she wanted to keep me alive, she should have her other male dogs neutered. She had one neutered and then decided—after another attack that nearly killed me—that she wanted me euthanized because I was “too expensive and costing too much money.” She asked the vet to do it.

The vet, having seen the abuse I suffered for the past year and knowing what a good boy I am, asked my owner to sign me over to the vet clinic and covered the costs of that day’s treatment, which were substantial. She signed me over and a vet tech went into the waiting room where the president of a rescue was waiting for her personal dog to be seen by a vet, and asked if she could take me into her program.

She fell in love with me and not only took me into her rescue, but fostered me at her home. I also got a new name: Meatball. 🙂

Right around the time all of this was happening, there is a woman named Sandy whose dog Ted was dying of cancer. Ted was an amazing pit bull—socialized, Canine Good Citizen Certified, a neighborhood celebrity. After he passed away, the vet tech—who is Sandy’s friend—started sending her photos of me.

She told Sandy that I am an amazing dog with green eyes who she claimed was “just like Ted.” Sandy wasn’t ready.

Meanwhile, the trainer who certified Ted as CGC contacted her and said Ted was the first pit bull dog she had certified and she wanted to do a special fundraiser in Ted’s honor for his rescue. It would be a CGC workshop and certification test for “monster” breeds—bullies, Rotties, Dobermans…—to show how wonderful they are. All proceeds would go to Ted’s rescue. Sandy didn’t know it at the time, but I participated in that fundraiser and received my CGC.

Sandy’s friend the vet tech once again started sending her photos and videos, and tagging her on my photos on Facebook. Sandy knew she wasn’t ready for another dog and that no dog could replace Ted. But to shut her friend up, she agreed to meet me four months after she started sending her photos.

I went home from the meet-and-greet with Sandy and we’ve been together for five years. 🙂

My mom says I’m a clown, a goofball, a dog who has changed hundreds of people’s minds about what a pit bull dog is “supposed” to be. I have helped her foster half a dozen dogs, including “Monster” Bonzai, who was afraid of every dog until he met me. I showed Bonzai how to have fun. Mom says I am a therapy dog for dogs…

One time, a play session between Bonzai and I turned rough. And that one time was enough for Bonzai to infect me with Babesia Gibsoni, a bloodborne autoimmune disease that generally is not treated until a dog shows symptoms (treating an asymptomatic dog can cause the disease to flare up and can be fatal).

Twice now, I have overcome bouts of Babesia, which cause my red blood cells to mutate and my white blood cells to attack them. We’ve been fortunate in that when I begin to break with the disease, I show symptoms early on like lethargy and lack of appetite. Bonzai showed no symptoms—although my family knew he had it—until the day he died; and at that point, his internal organs were shutting down. 🙁

So now, through my Facebook page, I helps educate people about Babesia Gibsoni, which can be spread by dog fights and by kenneling dogs in close quarters. Whenever I become ill, our friends (and strangers) rally around us.

The first time I became ill, the medicine to treat me cost $1,700 at a traditional pharmacy or from the vet. The Cleveland MetroParks Zoo uses the same medicine to treat kangaroos and had a bottle on hand that recently had expired and could no longer be used for zoo animals. The vet at the zoo donated it to me at the request of a friend of my mom who used to work there.

The second time I became ill, my parents’ friends researched alternative sources for the medicine and one found a compounding vet pharmacy that would make it for 1/10th of the price of a regular pharmacy. My parents been able to share that info with other dog owners who have dogs with Babesia Gibsoni.

Along with that medicine, I have to take steroids and antibiotics and have frequent bloodwork done, which can add up to hundreds of dollars. Friends have held fundraisers for me and the last time, so much money was raised that much of it was donated to other families with dogs in need of veterinary care.

My mom says that I am such a meathead/goofball that no one can look at me and be “afraid” of pit bull dogs. I am a clown who play bows to every dog I meet and who gators on my back to get attention from humans.

I’ve won kissing contests and when asked to “wiggle my butt,” I flip around in a circle and presents my wiggling, wagging tail end to my audience.

I’m very grateful to Ted. Mom says Ted’s journey took him away from this world, which made room in her heart and home for me. I know I didn’t replace him, but mom says in my own right, I am irreplaceable.

XO,
Meatball

Parent: Sandy

Buddy, Madison Heights, MI

Hi, my name is Buddy. My past is not one of being adopted and living happily ever after. Here is my story.

My soon-to-be foster mom got a call about a dog living in a junkyard. That’s me. I was found living in a junkyard by a wonderful group of people volunteering with Pound Buddies. Back then I was known as Sparky.

My new foster mom goes down to the county pound, to the locked down pit bull ward. Any dog — puppy, anything pit bull-looking — in the pit bull ward is going to the gas chamber, unless they get “special” permission from the county’s main office, an approved foster and to adopt us into another county other than Muskegon County, Michigan.

Then I was brought out to meet Stacie, I was so happy, so full of energy. I was not the cleanest of dogs, didn’t have the best manners, but I was happy.

My foster mom was also told I had people interested in meeting me, wanting to give me a forever home. So the potential adopters come, meet me at the pound, and decided “yes, he is THE ONE.” They were concerned about my dandruff, as the woman was a vet tech, but they decided they wanted to adopt me.

I was vetted and checked over and neutered before heading out to my new home. A week later I was returned. The vet tech that said she wanted to be my new mom insisted I had mange. Tests were done and I did not have mange. Sadly it didn’t change her mind. 🙁

So, happy-go-lucky me has nowhere to go, as the adoption didn’t work out and if I go back to the pound, it’s back into the possible gas chamber system if the volunteers can’t find a place to go.

It was decided I would go to my foster mom Stacie’s house, where she would foster me. My name was changed to Meatball as I officially became a foster dog. Stacie lived in the next county so I was safe from BSL.

Me and foster mom Stacie work on my manners, set up obstacle courses. I get to do agility. My energy is high and I am loving the challenges.

Everything in my life is good now. I never meet a stranger, I just love being with people, big ones and little ones.

It’s been awhile now that I have been in foster care, more than a year. My foster mom and I go to adoption
events, and promote me anywhere we can. Not a person who meets me doesn’t leave with a smile, but yet…I still don’t have my own home.

Black, Pit bull, cropped ears, bans in nearby towns, people are not lining up to adopt me.

Finally, someone sees my write up on Petfinder. I am finally off to a meet-and-greet in Lansing. We give them time after the meeting to really think about it and make sure I am the right fit for their family.

They call and excitedly state “He’s the ONE.” My foster mom did some training and work with my new people, me and their other dog — a mixed-breed, happy dog.

They adopt me with a two-week trial in place, then extended to a month just to make sure things are going smoothly. My new family signs up to take training classes with me and the other resident dog, I am going on bike runs, things continue to go well.

My foster mom Stacie drives to Lansing to make sure things are still going well and to make sure I was doing OK. I was happy, healthy and was enjoying my new life. My new parents told foster mom Stacie a new 2-legged addition would be joining our family soon.

Two years later they call foster mom Stacie and say they are returning me. They tell her that I leak urine, and they put me on medicine. They tell her I was diagnosed with chronic diarrhea and have to take pills for that. They tell her me and the other dog have been arguing, and that I had been banished from certain areas of the house. The other dog has been theirs longer, so I had to go. 🙁

Foster mom calls the director of the shelter on “what to do.” The director says they will put me back up for
adoption, don’t worry. But it’s not long after that I completely rips out my ACL on my back leg. Foster mom asks “what to do again?” to our director, fearing that this is the end of me and it might be suggested I be put to sleep.

The director says I am worth it and I am going to have my ACL surgery. But first I have to get all this extra weight off me. It is not easy thing to do with me already having an injury, but we did it and I go in for the surgery and I start rehab.

Months later, I am doing very well. I’m off the leaking urine medicine and I didn’t have one accident. I stopped taking my diarrhea medicine, and other than one little minor incident, I had no problem here either. This tells foster mom that I was probably living under much stress and duress that may have caused these issues.

Now it’s another year… no applications.

I am now considered a Senior dog, with medical possibilities of more injuries as I age…not the best chance to go against cute young fuzzy faces out there.

I have many followers in the pit bull world. And a friend of foster moms says she has a friend who was thinking of adopting me!

She lives a bit from me, but they drive half way to come and meet me. Foster mom talks of introduction times for the dogs, they go over my health and medical problems that may come up in my future. Foster mom encourages them to go home and really think about this. I have been failed and she doesn’t want this to happen to me again.

The family calls and say they want to add me to their family. They know about potential health concerns. They know they have to go slow with me and resident dogs meeting and getting to know each other. I am going into my new home on a two-week trial period.

Then 2 days later, everything changed. I was attacked by the resident dog. I could hear my potential new mom talking to foster mom Stacie begging her to come get me. The new man kicked me and it really hurt. My face hurt from the resident dog attacking me. The new man said he was going to drag me out and shoot me. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was feeling the anger and I was scared.

Foster mom was frantic and gathered up some friends to go and get me. A friend of hers is closer and can quickly get me out of that house. We do not trust that man and I just want to be away from him.

I go back to the vet for treatments and antibiotics for the wounds. There are no broken bones or ribs, just soon to be scars and a very sore dog.

It’s back to rehab time with me and foster mom. As time goes on, I am back to my happy, confidant self.
It’s time again, promoting, adoption events, something that I have always done great at! So what’s the problem? Now I am an elder dog, medical problems, scars, cropped ears, black pit bull (oh yea, there’s
that)…

But there’s a light, someone who has followed me from the start…someone who understands bullies, special need bullies and how hard it is for elder dogs of any breed to be adopted…

On December 31, 2011, I travel to meet what I have hoped and dreamed of. A forever family that will love me, unconditionally. I found them!

Bob and Julie could not resist the Meatball charm. I played with them, had my big silly grin going the whole time. Then I heard those words once again, we want to adopt him. I was happy, scared, so many emotions going. Could this really be my forever family?

Julie sensed me being nervous on our ride home. She looked me right in the eyes and said, “There is nothing you can do to make us give you back, you are going home.”

It has been almost 3 years and they have kept their promise. They love me, they really love me. Not a day goes by without me hearing what a good boy I am. Bob and Julie have changed my name to Buddy. New start, new name, leave all the bad stuff in the past where it belongs.

I have had another ACL repair and now daily thyroid medication. I also share my home with a toy poodle and a terrier mix. I also have 3 kitty sisters that were living on the streets.

As I look back on my life, all those “bumps in the road” I endured, never broke my beautiful spirit and my passion for people.

The biggest thing I want people to take away from my story is pets are a lifetime commitment. We are not disposable, when things go wrong to just toss us away. Think things through long and hard before committing to adding a new animal to your life.

I am one of the lucky ones. I finally got to find out what having a loving family is all about.

Sincerely,
Buddy
xoxo

p.s. Come visit me on Facebook, Buddy: Never stop dreaming

Parent: Julie & Bob

Gabriel, Nashville, TN

Hi there! My name is Gabriel and everyone says I’ve had a hard life but you wouldn’t know if you met me!

I was found in a ditch on Thanksgiving Day in 2012. This nice lady who was on her way to work saw me laying a ditch and thought I may have been dead but decided to make sure I wasn’t alive. I tried to stand up when I saw her and I wagged my tail like crazy.

She took me to the local no kill animal shelter, Community Animal Rescue & Adoption in Jackson, MS. I am so thankful for that!

When I arrived at the shelter, a little boy with his grandmother who volunteers at the shelter greeted me there. It was the happiest I’d ever been. A little kid was rubbing my belly since I couldn’t even stand up on my own. I think this is why I love kids so much! 🙂

I lived there for almost two years and everyone loved me! I was definitely a shelter favorite throughout the volunteers and workers. But for some reason, no one wanted to make me a part of their family.

On October 5th, 2014, my family finally came. My mom was a volunteer at the shelter who moved to Nashville. When she and dad moved, they lived in a house that wouldn’t allow pit bulls. 🙁

When they decided she wanted to bring me home, they sought tirelessly for a house that would allow me to live with them. They finally found that and October 5th, 2014, they made the six-hour trip to pick me up!

I couldn’t believe it, and all of the shelter workers told mom that I knew it was happening. I was so ready to go! I was so ready to join my new family where I would have a sister and a brother!

But with every great triumph, comes a downfall. The night before I was to be adopted, we found out that I have these things in my heart called heart worms. Mom says they’re bad! But of course, this did not make mom not want me anymore. We just knew this would have to be one thing we would overcome as a family.

So, with the support of our friends, family and loved ones, we raised enough money to pay for the heart worm treatment I needed for my stage 3 heartworms. Mom says it costs a lot of money!

I was on kennel rest for two months, which I was not a fan of. 🙁 I just really wanted to play with my siblings!

Finally, after two months of vet visits and kennel rest, on December 15th, 2014, the vet gave me the all clear and said those awful heart worms were gone and that I could play! YAY!!

I now a heartworm-free, worry-free life filled tons of play time (especially since mom works at a doggy daycare and I get to go everyday), treats, and toys!

You can now follow me on my Instagram, @pittiesintenn, to keep up with my adventures and journey to becoming a therapy dog to help kids!

I am so thankful for everyone on my journey to where I am now. Now we have a mission to change the ideas of pit bulls and tell everyone how much love I have to give!

Thanks for reading! An I’m so excited to join the “Monster” Movement!

Love and kisses,
Gabriel

Parent: Sarah

Hazel, Sinking Spring, PA

Hi, everybody! My name is Hazel and I am almost 7 years old.

The first five years of my life were pretty ruff!! I was used as a breeder dog; every 6 months I would keep having babies. I would have loved to see them better but I had eutropia in my eyes that irritated them and made it very hard to see. 🙁

My back leg also hurt me but this was all I knew so I always thought that I must be loved. Boy, was I wrong!

I remember going for a car ride. I loved it! I thought I was going to a dog park or a pet store to maybe get a toy or even a bone because I know I was a good girl. After all, I took very good care of all of my puppies. Maybe this was my owners way of showing how much they loved me!

We pulled up to a building and I heard other dogs barking! Surly this was a dog park! I had always heard about them but had never been to one this was going to be awesome! But, as I listened to the barking, the dogs sounded scared and lonely. This couldn’t be a dog park. What is this place?

My owner walked me to the building and before I knew what was happening threw me into a pen and slammed the door! I barked and cried and tried to get out of the cage but it was no use! Between my eyes and my leg I was stuck inside this cage. I was scared and alone…

Three weeks went by. By now, I knew that I was in a shelter. Although I would rather have a home, the people that work here were nice! I got food, water, warm blankets to sleep on and I got petted and even told that I was a good girl.

I even got a Kennel Companion named Kim. She took me for a walk, and gave me hugs and told me what a good girl I was! On the second day that Kim visited me I didn’t feel too well. I had a bad cough so Kim didn’t take me far on our walk today. 🙁

I heard one of the shelter workers tell Kim that I had Kennel Cough and that there was no room in the sick area for me. I heard them say something about euthanasia… That sounds scary.

I heard Kim ask about taking me to her house to give me medicine to help me feel better. The next day I met her dogs, Roscoe and Cody, and I liked them!

Kim took me home to “foster” me until I get better. I sid goodbye to the people at the shelter who took care of me and I was on my way to a home! Even though it was only temporary, I loved it already!

From the first moment I came into Kim’s home, I was grateful! I tried my best to be on my best behavior. I wanted to stay with Kim and Roscoe and Cody!

I got both of my eyes fixed (sutured open for three weeks). I also had my leg fixed (I heard it is something called ACL surgery). Kim said I was a champ with both procedures. I wagged my tail and gave kisses every time I needed cream in my eyes or needed to go for a short walk.

Kim continued to put out a plea for my furever home. Little did I know that I had already found it! On September 13, 2013, just 7 weeks after fostering me, Kim told me that she had become a failure… a foster failure!! I got to stay with her forever!! 🙂

A month later, on October 13, 2013, I earned my Canine Good Citizenship and three months later, in January 2014, I became a Certified Therapy dog!

I LOVE going to the hospital to see the staff, patients and anyone else I can say hello to! I also visit nursing homes, rehabilitation centers, schools and different civic organizations.

I’ve been through a lot but my tail never stops wagging, my kisses are a constant and I just love with all of my heart. I shower everyone with Joy, Love, and Pitty Kisses wherever I go and I even give out a dose of education about Pit Bulls in the process. 🙂

Check out my pawsome life (and outfit!) on Facebook, Hazel: Therapy Dog Extraodinaire.

p.s. My mom never had the pleasure of being owned by a Pit Bull before me and she told me she is forever grateful that I chose her to be my mom. And that I rescued her. Silly Mom — she’s the one who rescued me! I guess you can say we rescued each other, and I’m so glad we did.

Much love,
Hazel

Parent: Kim

Towpath, Washington, D.C.

My name is Towpath. I am a happy dog.

When I am out walking with my family persons, other persons sometimes look at me and they smile. They smile because I wiggle a lot when I meet them, and I lick their faces when they lean over.

They look at my pink and brown markings that are all over my belly and my side and my bottom. Some persons think they are nice and pretty. They say, ‘Those are pretty markings. What kind of markings are they?’ And my family persons tell them, ‘They are burns.’

Sometimes the other persons get angry. They say they would like to hurt the persons who did that to me. But then they stop being angry. They say ‘He sure seems like a happy dog.’

They say that because I am always wiggling my bottom and shaking my little tail. I used to have a bigger tail. It was long and pointed. Then it got burned. So my doctor persons cut it off. It was cut off when I was four months old, when I was little.

That was almost three years ago. I like my new little tail. And I like my new family persons. I am a happy dog.

I used to be sad. I was sad after I was burned, and then I was all by myself on a strange road near the woods. I didn’t have any friends and I didn’t know where to go.

I walked through the woods. I was thirsty. There was a big river really close, but I couldn’t walk any more. My burns hurt too much.

Then a person came running up to me. He didn’t kick me or yell at me. He looked at me and said nice things to me and picked me up.

He carried me through the woods and made a bed for me in the grass beside the road. He sat with me and said more nice things to me. The flies wanted to bite my sores, but he wouldn’t let them.

Then a car came. The person who found me lifted me up and we got inside. There was another person inside. She said nice things to me too. I wanted them to be my new family persons.

We went to a place where it was cool inside. There were dogs and cats and other persons there. Some of the dogs and cats looked sad and afraid. It was a dog and cat hospital. We went into a little room, and the persons who lived in the hospital came and said more nice things to me.

They put me on a table and looked at my belly and my sides and my bottom. That’s where my burns were. They looked in my eyes and my ears. They listened to my heart. They put a needle in my leg and took out some of my blood. After they looked at my blood, they told my new family persons that I was dying.

My new persons were sad. They hugged me. They said more nice things to me. But they were sad. And then they left.

That night the persons who lived in the hospital put more needles in me, and it stopped hurting so bad. And then they put me in a cage, and they left. I was afraid. But then I fell asleep.

In the morning the persons who put me in the cage came and opened my cage. They were surprised and happy. I was not dead.

They brought me out of the cage and put some pills in my mouth and I felt better again. They put a bowl around my neck so I could not lick my sores. And then my new family persons came back. They were happy too.

They called me Towpath. That is where they found me when I was all alone. They carried me to their car, and we all went to their home.

When we got there they put me on a soft bed. They said it was my own special bed. They put some pills in my mouth, and I went to sleep. When I woke up, my new family persons were still there.

They sat by my bed all the time. They gave me water and food. They gave me pills when I could not stop crying.

I could not walk very far so when I had to go to the bathroom they had to carry me to the bathroom. I could not walk very far because my burns hurt too much. I wanted to lick my sores, but I couldn’t because there was a bowl around my neck.

Each day they sat next to my bed. Sometimes when I did not want any more water or food, they would just look at me and talk to me. And then they would hug me.

After a few days, my burns did not get better. They started hurting more. My red marks got bigger. My new family persons took me back to the hospital. The hospital persons were afraid when they saw how big my sores were. They said some of my skin was dying, and if they did not cut it off, the rest of me would die too.

My family persons were really afraid. They hugged me. They said, ‘Don’t worry, Towpath, we will come back.’ The hospital persons gave me a shot, and I went to sleep.

My family persons went home and they were sad. They didn’t know what to do.

So they told all their friends about me, and showed them my picture, and asked them to think nice things about me. All their friends told all their other friends. And pretty soon there was a whole lot of persons who liked me and wanted to be my friend.

When I woke up I had a big blue bandage around my whole body. And my tail was really short. I was really sleepy. But when I stopped being sleepy, my burns started to hurt again. So the persons at the hospital made me sleepy again.

Almost every day I had to come back to the hospital to get another bandage. The burns hurt a lot. I couldn’t help it. I cried.

My family persons tried to make me feel better. They hugged me and gave me more pills, but the pills didn’t work any more. When I was crying and couldn’t sleep, they lay down next to me and held me. Sometimes they held me all night until it was morning.

They were worried that I would never get better. They were afraid because my burns hurt so much, and they could not stop them from hurting.

I thought they might leave me alone like my old family persons did. But my new persons did not leave me. Some of my new friends came to visit me and gave me new toys to chew on. And some of my other new friends who lived far away sent me letters. They said they hoped I got better.

The hugs and the toys and the letters started to make me feel happy again.

And I started getting better! At first I started walking in the garden. Sometimes I bumped into things and fell down. But I didn’t care. I liked walking in the garden and smelling all the flowers, and smelling the places where the deer were.

At first I was afraid to walk down the stairs, but then one day I tried it, and even though I was afraid and I cried and it took a long time, I did it! And my persons were so happy.

After a while my burns stopped hurting and I did not need bandages any more. I met lots of new dog friends who liked to play with me. Some of my person friends liked me so much they took pictures of me and put them on magazines where lots of other persons could see me and like me.

Then some of my other person friends took another picture of me and my family persons, and put the picture on posters in a big city where everybody could see them, and then everybody could see how nice we are, so they would not hurt their dogs and leave them all alone like me.

I am all better now. My person who found me takes me for long walks along the river where he found me. I like to splash in the water and run as fast as I can in the sand! We meet lots of other persons who want to meet me too. Some of them even know my name! They say, ‘Is that Towpath?’ 🙂

Some of them don’t know me. They ask about my markings. And my person tells them about my markings. And then they are sad. But then I wiggle my bottom and lick their faces when they lean over. And then they are happy.

I am a happy dog.

—Towpath

Parent: Will

Pretty & Lily, San Diego, CA

Hiyaz I’m Pretty! My mom says she didn’t give me that name but everywhere I go people say “what a pretty girl!” so she think it fits.

I love to give pibble nibbles and butt hugs to my human friends, especially momma. My little sister Lily is a Staffie/Boxer mix who is actually bigger than me, and our older sister Roo is a three-legged Chihuahua, but momma calls her a pocket pittie.

We are all rescues who live together representing doggies everywhere just like us: Rescues, Pit Bulls, Chihuahuas, Seniors, Cancer Survivors, and Dogs with Special Needs. People call us the Unlikely Trio!

Momma rescued me in 2009 from a mean man. She didn’t know I was a pit bull, just a dog who was broken and abused and needed her help. She took me to my first vet visit ever, and even though I was scared, momma held my paw and I knew things would be okay.

I was covered in fleas and ticks, I was super skinny, and I had a double ear infection that left me mostly deaf. 🙁

I turn 10 years old this year so I guess that means I’m an elderbull, and momma says she’s so proud of me because I’m a Canine Cancer Survivor. I had a bump on my paw pad that mom said looked funny — so we went to see this really nice vet lady who discovered I had a rare form of cancer called Plasmacytoma.

Momma says we were lucky because we caught it early and now that it’s been removed, I’m cancer free! 🙂

Lily is my goofy little sister who loves to give kisses to everyone she meets. Even though she’s bigger than me, I’m always the big spoon when we cuddle. Lily was rescued as a puppy in 2011; momma says she’s lucky because she’ll never know what it’s like to be yelled at or be afraid, so she’s the baby of the house.

She’s super sweet, even if she does get into trouble sometimes — like the time she ate a whole box of crayons and pooped out rainbows for a week! Or how she gnaws off one half of the toilet paper without unraveling the whole roll.

But Lily always makes us laugh, and she taught me it’s okay to like other dogs and to snuggle and play and not be so serious all the time. Lily is a Canine Ambassador with the San Diego Humane Society and helps children and adults learn the positive side of pit bulls. Check out this video of her getting ready for her first gig. She was so excited! 🙂

Momma helps lots of rescue groups in the area; she’s a foster mom so she brings home new doggies all the time. None of them stay too long because they eventually go to their own forever homes. In the meantime, Lily, Roo and I teach them how to be around other dogs and help them with training, so we are pretty much foster sister pros!

Momma takes me and Lily everywhere, she calls us Pit Bull Ambassadors because everywhere we go, people tell her how well-behaved and gentle we are. You may already know our best friends, “Angel” Rocky and Manders (and their little brother Hercules) who are also “Monster” Elves.

Our moms started a group called San Diego Pittie Parents where we get to go out and meet new pittie friends all the time at Pack Walks, Yappy Hours, Fundraisers, Training Events and more.

When we’re at home we can get really silly… we run zoomies after our baths, and do tricks for carrots, and give butt hugs when we lean in for a scratch. But me and Lily take our job as Pit Bull Ambassadors very seriously. We may come from different backgrounds or be different shapes and sizes, and we may have disabilities, but we are luv-a-bull, hug-a-bull wonder-bulls who are deserving of love like all dogs.

We can’t wait to officially be Monster Elves so we can share our story with pittie friends all over the world!

XOXO,
Pretty & Lily

Parent: Kristin

Oscar, Greeley, CO

I don’t know where I was born, nor when. Maybe someone knows, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter: that is the past. I don’t dwell on the past.

My early years were spent in a clearing surrounded by trees. It sounds pretty when you put it like that. But it wasn’t. A heavy chain connected my collar to an axle buried in the hard ground, limiting me to a small patch of bare earth. There were other dogs in my clearing, all with a chain, axle, and bare patch of ground of their own. They are my family, but we were not allowed to interact or play; the heavy chains kept us rooted to our spot.

Every now and again a man would come and take me off my chain. He would take me to a dark building that smelled of blood and fear. There were men there, and other dogs. Sometimes a dog from my clearing. But we were not allowed to play. No, those men wanted us to fight.

I have scars from those fights: scars on my body, scars on my soul. I don’t know how often I went to that dark place, nor how many dogs I had to fight. Maybe someone knows, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter: that is the past. I don’t dwell on the past.

On April 25, 2007, my world changed forever, thanks in part to a police dog named Troy. Nine days earlier, Troy alerted the officers with him that there were drugs in a parked car. A search of the car yielded three ounces of marijuana. The owner of the car, Davon Boddie, was arrested and charged with possession with intent to sell. He listed his address as 1915 Moonlight Road, a house owned by his cousin, NFL star Michael Vick.

A search of the property at Moonlight Road revealed a dog fighting operation known as Bad Newz Kennels, owned and operated by Michael Vick, Quanis Phillips, and Tony Taylor. Most of you know this part of the story. It was national news.

This is where I left my chain, axle, and bare patch of ground, where I left behind hunger and abuse. This is when I started down the long, and sometimes scary, road to a new life.

A lot happened in the next eight months. I was taken to the City of Suffolk Animal Control building, along with 4 others, where we would spend the following months. We were no longer on chains in the hot sun. We had food and water. But we were still isolated. Most of the time, we waited. Alone. I did not like being alone.

Then came the people who cared for us. I do not know all of their names, but I know some: Tim, Donna, Rebecca, Nicole, John, Jeff… They cared about us more than I knew. They cared so much that I was given a name. In October 2007, Tim chose my name — he said that I seemed like an accomplished fighter, but also, a genuinely nice guy, much like the boxer Oscar De La Hoya.

My name is Oscar.

The days passed. Weeks turned into months. We waited. Then, on December 6, 2007, the next phase of my life began. A judge said that all the people who cared about us were right: we were not innately vicious, aggressive, mean dogs without value. We deserved a chance at more. A chance to live off the chain and away from the dark place that smelled of fear. A chance at life. A chance to be loved.

Late one night in early January 2008, I arrived in Kanab, Utah, along with 21 of the dogs I call my family. We were told that nothing bad would ever happen to us again, that we would be loved and cherished, and that we could stay as long as we needed at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary. We were collectively given the name Vicktory Dogs.

I didn’t really know what it meant to be loved.

In the eight months between being taken to Suffolk and then going to Best Friends, I changed. I’d once been confident and sure, but I lost that. All the change was overwhelming. People brought change, and that scared me. I grew wary of people. I became withdrawn. Instead of facing what scared me, I’d just detach from the world, check out and go into my happy place.

I found comfort in my forever girlfriend, Squeaker. She also survived Bad News Kennels and came to Best Friends. Squeaker was much more confident around people than I, so I let her take the lead and I hung back. We shacked up. We played together. We got into a scuffle or two, usually over stuffies. I discovered the joy of disemboweling them. 🙂

A special lady named Annick, who works at Best Friends, fell in love with Squeaker and me. She started spending lots of time with us, and gained my trust. She took us on golf cart rides, and hikes, and all sorts of adventures. She took us to get hamburgers at the drive through. She knew that in order for me and Squeaker to ever go to homes of our own, we had to pass the Canine Good Citizenship (CGC) test, so she enlisted (Uncle) Kevin to help her work with us every day at lunch.

Eventually, Squeaker and I moved away from DogTown and over to Parrot Garden to be the first office dogs in the land of very noisy birds. I did not like moving: the place was unfamiliar, full of new people and shrieking birds. Squeaker had to have ACL surgery, so she went to stay at the clinic. I was alone again to face my fears. I’d find the smallest space between the desk and the wall, squeezed my way in, closed my eyes, and checked out. Other times, I would stare at the door, wanting it to open so I could go anywhere but where I was.

I didn’t really know it at first, but I was still surrounded by people who cared about me. Virginia, from Wild Friends, would sneak me meatballs in the morning, trying to cheer me up. Annick would come by to see me. And, of course, Uncle Kevin was there along with Aunt Jacque, whose office I was living in. I made Aunt Jacque cry the first time I came out of hiding to nudge her hand for a little attention.

Slowly, very slowly, I started to trust my new caregivers. I no longer had Squeaker to hide behind, so I had to face my fears on my own.

Kevin, Jacque, Annick and the amazing trainer Pat all kept working with me, building my confidence, with the goal of passing the CGC in mind. Little did any of us know that my Mom was searching for me…

On April 10, 2012, my Mom sent in an adoption application to Best Friends. On the application she wrote: I’m interested in adopting a Pit Bull. Many of my friends have Pits, and they are just the greatest dogs. I want an adult dog who is good with other dogs and people. One that can go for walks, hikes, fun-time at the dog park. I’m specifically drawn to Oscar.

On April 13, 2012, after a few calls and follow up emails, she was told, “Looks like all is a possible ‘go’ for Oscar with you 🙂 ” She would have to complete some additional court-mandated requirements, including a background check and a home inspection. But the biggest hurdle was mine. In order to have a home of my own, I would have to pass the CGC.

And I did! On April 27, 2012, I passed the CGC. I got lots of praise and treats. What I didn’t know was that this meant more change. I don’t like change.

The lady that would be my Mom came to meet me on May 29, 2012. She took me for a walk with Uncle Kevin and sat in the office with me and Aunt Jacque. We went for a car ride. I love car rides; nothing bad has ever happened to me in a car. It was a long drive. Then we stopped.

I did not know where we were or why. I did not know where Kevin, Jacque, Annick or Squeaker were. I did not understand that this was my home, that I was safe, that I was staying here. I was scared.

Mom let me find a safe spot and brought my bed over too it. I squeezed myself into a corner and checked out. I did this for days. For weeks.

Mom was worried about me. She wanted to comfort me, but I did not want to be comforted. I would not eat if she was in the room. I did not want treats, not even the really good kinds. I stared out the door, wanting to be anywhere but there.

Slowly, very slowly, I began to trust Mom. It took two months for me to trust her enough to come over to her seeking a butt scratch. I became comfortable in my home. I killed stuffies, ate treats, and discovered the joy of the couch. Mom took me for car rides and out on adventures in the desert. Over time, I started exploring the rest of the house. I eventually discovered Mom’s walk-in closet and quickly adopted it as my closet.

Then, an amazing thing happened. I had a visitor: Mel. He too had survived Bad Newz Kennels and became a Vicktory Dog. He had been adopted not long after arriving at Best Friends. We quickly became pals, hanging out whenever he was in town. He even stayed over at my house for a week and hung out in the closet with me.

I made other dog friends, too: Brody and Chopper were great pals to go walking with. Brody would come over to the house and play while our moms were in the other room. I’ve always been more comfortable with dogs than with people. I think this surprises some people, given my past, but what you have to remember that I was never the one who wanted to fight: those people wanted us fight each other, it wasn’t our choice.

I think that became even clearer when in March 2013 I got together with 5 other survivors and their families. Halle, Handsome Dan, Cherry Garcia, Little Red, Mel and I were brought back together in Utah for the first ever Vicktory Dog Reunion. We all stayed in one lodge and got to hang out; our people tried to reintroduce us slowly, but we were having none of that! Cherry promptly went and laid atop Mel, and they stayed that way for hours. Little and Dan wasted no time getting reacquainted; they lived together at Best Friends. The last thing any of us wanted to do was fight each other.

Since the Reunion, I have helped Mom raise awareness of both the good and bad things happening in terms of dog fighting and breed discrimination via my very own Facebook page. Together, we have found a voice to educate and promote change. Granted, I let Mom do most of the work, but I have lent my paw to many fundraisers, most of them aimed at raising funds for dogs that came from situations similar to mine.

Mom and I recently left Las Vegas and moved to Northern Colorado. While the State of Colorado does not allow for breed discrimination, there several are municipalities (including the city and county of Denver) who claim home rule and have breed bans in place. We are getting to know the local organizations whose aims are similar to ours, helping abuse victims and ending BSL, and are becoming actively involved in our new home state.

The Vicktory Dog Reunion clearly showed that all who advocated for us so strongly were right. Six years after our rescue, our bodies healed, our souls comforted…we are just dogs. We are not inherently vicious, aggressive, or mean.

I have scars on my body, scars on my soul — I will never be fully healed from the abuse I suffered, but given the choice, I choose to spend my life holding down the couch, taking car rides, destroying stuffies, and hanging out with my dogs friends.

I was a Victim, but that is the past. I don’t dwell on the past.
I am Victorious.
I am Oscar.

Parent: Rachel

Starbuck, Washington, DC

My name is Starbuck now. I don’t remember much from when I was a tiny baby, but I remember a couple things.

I remember they took me away from my Mommy, some people came and took me away from her. The next thing I remember? Well we went for a car ride. I was sitting on the person’s lap I thought was my family. Then they grabbed me.

It all happened so very fast and I don’t know what I did to make them do this to me. I remember them grabbing me and things getting really blurry and a WOOSH. Then I was on the ground. What happened? We were going for a car ride, and now I am tumbling across the ground?

It hurt so bad. There was lots of blood coming from me and the ground was so cold. I tried to get up to get out of the road — I didn’t want another car to come by — but I couldn’t walk. My back leg was twisted and mangled. it hurt so bad. I figured this was it. 🙁

I saw a bright light. But I am just 3 months old! I am not ready for this!

The lights came fast at first. I wanted them to go away so bad, I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see them anymore. It slowed down… I think it’s working!! The light got bigger and brighter and it got really close to me, then it stopped!!

Oh I was so happy I thought I was done for!! Then I saw a person! Oh the lights were another car! They saw me and stopped for me! The person had a really nice uniform, and now I know that it was a Police Officer!

They scooped me up and told me I was safe now. They brought me to some rescue people who immediately took me to the Vet. The Doc told me everything would be okay and I can take a nap now, he gave me some medicines to help me sleep.

When I woke up there was some new people from Lotsa Love Pet Rescue & Adoptions. They paid my doctor bills and came over and said that they would help me learn to walk again. What are they talking about? I didn’t forget to walk! Maybe this medicine is confusing me. I’m gonna nap some more.

I woke up in a totally new place, and there was A LOT of dogs. Dogs of all kinds, and cats and some other animals! I thought maybe I was in heaven but then the people from before were there!

They checked on my owies. I looked too. Where did my leg go? I thought Doc was supposed to fix me not take away my whole leg! I need that!! I was sad, but I was alive, and the people said they would help me. They were so kind so I will listen to them.

I am so glad I did! Over the next month they helped me crawl, then walk, then run!! All my cuts and scrapes had healed into scars, some of those even cleared up a little! I got noms every day, and other animals to play with! Then one day they took me and some other puppies in the car. Oh no, here we go again! 🙁

Well I not sure where we went, but it was awesome. 🙂 We got to this place that had lots of other animals from other rescues. My rescue parents put us in the pen, and one of the older more wiser doggies from another group said we were at an adoption fair! They said this is how we can maybe find our forever home!

But I liked the family at the rescue. Then she told me that they can’t save other doggies if I am eating all the food! So I was hesitant but they are probably right. My rescue Momma came and scooped me up, and took me away from the fair. Ummm, where are we going? All the other doggies are in there; why are we going outside?

Then it happened. I saw this lady, and she saw me. She started tearing up and she looked so pathetic, I didn’t want her to be pathetic alone so I put on this pitiful face. Rescue Momma handed me to this crazy person, who held me and hugged me so hard. But it was so nice! I relaxed and I really like hugs! Okay I guess I like this lady too. She gives good hugs.

So I hanging out with her and she and rescue Momma kept saying Foster? Okay so this is a Foster Mom? I meeting a lot of people and living a lot of places. When will I get a family?

Foster Mom had her furkids, 2 labs in the car. It was a truck and there was no backseat, so we all cuddled together the bench seat. Scout — the younger yellow lab — stood over me and I wasn’t scared cause if she’s protecting me I can’t get thrown outta the car again. Bubba —the older black lab — let me rest my head on him while I took a nap.

She started calling me Starbuck. Apparently in her favorite TV show there is someone named Starbuck that is tough, rough around the edges, but still really cute. She went through something that should have killed her, but instead came back, as an angel and lead the human race to their new home.

Over the next week we went on lots of adventures, I went to Foster Moms work, to the retirement home to visit with the residents (WHICH I LOVED), I went shopping and I met so many people. I kept thinking “is that my new family?” But I really liked it at Foster Mom’s house. They have other dogs for me to play with, and noms, and I get to sleep in the bed, and Foster Mom even cuddles with me! I didn’t wanna leave…

And I didn’t have to!! About a week later Foster Mom got an e-mail that said “of course we can adopt her”! 🙂

I got a big hug and Foster Mom, well Mum. She started crying. She says I have a Daddy too but he’s out to sea. I’ll meet him in a couple months.

My new family is great! We moved away from our old house, but we still a family! And I get to go to work with Mum in a Daycare, we have a big yard for Zoomies, and we are working on my training to be a therapy dog.

My dream is to show the world that we are sweet dogs, that people hurt us and we are still sweet dogs. I also want to help people who have lost a limb like I have.

Oh ya about that! I am doing great, I can run and swim and even hike!! I forget about it most time time! And most all of my scars have healed, although the hair came in white instead of black? Mum said it’s character, and I have lots of it! 🙂

Thank you for taking the time to read my story!

All my love,
Starbuck!

Parent: Allison

Lita, Carmel, IN

Hi! I’m Lita! My life began on October 1st, 2012, when I was only 2-3 months old.

Castaway Pit Bull Rescue (CPBR) pulled me from a local shelter right before I was set to be euthanized. This photo saved my life.

Manya, who pulled me, fostered me with her own dogs & cats. I was socialized in no time! But within a few weeks, I got very sick. 🙁 Manya took me to the vet and they thought I had Distemper! After multiple tests and IV’s they found out I just had a severe respiratory infection.

Soon after, I formed a lump on my side from where the IV fluid didn’t disperse properly, so I had to have surgery to have that removed. I still have the scar but Mom says it adds to my uniqueness and beauty.

Before I was set to have surgery, my foster mom took me to her best friend Kelsey’s house who has ALWAYS wanted a white female pittie but since Kelsey lived with her parents, and had a senior Yorkie of her own, she didn’t think she could ever have one. Well since I was so cute and sweet asleep in my foster mom’s arms, Kelsey’s mom just said they could adopt me without Kelsey even asking!

Kelsey’s mom was terrified of me before I came home. As soon as she told Kelsey that she could adopt me she started freaking out about what she just did. The first question she asked my new mom was “now if I correct her, will she turn around and bite me?!”

Obviously, that wasn’t the case.

After I healed from my surgery, I went to my forever home. Mom’s Yorkie was a crabby old man who liked to bark at other dogs but run the opposite way, but for some reason he loved me!

Sadly a week after I got into my new home, he passed on. He was very ill with diabetes and had his second kidney stone, and with my brother already being diabetic, he most likely wouldn’t of survived surgery. I was a good little sister and cuddled with him during his last two days.

It was perfect timing that they got me when they did. Mom was a huge mess but I helped make her feel better! I picked up on potty training fairly quickly, and knew sit, shake, and down thanks to Mom’s coworkers working with me when they were dead at work!

I still was a little shy around tall men, but Mom took me to volunteer with her at the CPBR table during events and I warmed up in no time. It especially helped that my foster brothers were always there with me and showed me that not all people are scary.

My mom struggles with social anxiety, so when I first came to live with her she still didn’t have her drivers license and she was 23! She started driving around with me in the car and eventually got the courage to go take the driver’s test and passed! I usually go anywhere possible with mom, because when her anxiety starts acting up I give her courage.

My mom’s parents fell so much in love with me that they decided they wanted one of their own, and that’s when we adopted my brother Stache. Grandpa found him on PetFinder.com at a shelter in Sidney, Ohio. We sent in our application, and it was approved within the hour!

That same day, Grandma, Mom & I drove all the way to Ohio to go pick up little Stache. As soon as we arrived and walked in through the doors, we got the stare down…

Grandma quickly explained they weren’t dropping me off, but instead we were there to take a dog off their hands, we just wanted to make sure my brother and I would get along.

Phew! The shelter staff took big sighs of relief and went back to get my brother. When he came around the corner, he looked like a little ferret because he was wiggling back and forth so much.

As soon as we got close enough, I jumped all over him and played like we were the best of friends. It was official, Stache was my brother.

And as soon as they put Stache and I in the car, Stache decides he needs to poop. Grandma said she already knew he was gonna be her little sh*t after that one. Haha. After that, the whole car ride home we barked and kept punching each other; it was true love! 🙂

I was an awesome big sister and taught Stache the rules of the house, and well…how to get what you want from the humans. He’s way more outgoing than me, and loved everyone & everything already when we brought him home from the shelter. So if neighbors come to my fence, I let Stache go up there first and once I realize they’re not mean, I’ll run up to them for attention as well.

Our neighbors love us; the other dog parents always bring us treats if they’re out doing yard work and we’re out as well.

Now I’m just enjoying my life being a normal dog, with an annoying little brother who I love very much. I go to events all dressed up and pose for photos with my brother for our social media pages to hopefully inspire others to adopt a Pit Bull, or a shelter dog period, and maybe change some peoples perspectives of my breed.

I didn’t mean to be born as a dog that’s feared by society; I was just born this way, and I’m definitely not a monster!

~ Lita

p.s. We have a new brother, Jax. He was being rehomed on Craigslist the week before Thanksgiving. When mom saw the post, she knew she had to save Jax!

He is another white pup, a Dogo Argentino, and even though he was only 5 months old when we got him, he was already so much bigger than me. He’s the biggest baby who throws whining tantrums whenever Stache or I don’t want to play with him, but we love the big goof! 🙂

p.p.s. Don’t forget to follow our adventure on Instagram @thewhitestpupsyouknow and Facebook, The Whitest Pups You Know!

Parent: Kelsey

Lady, Whittier, CA

My name is Lady. I’m a very fashionable diva….but my life wasn’t always mani pedis and being the center of attention…

My previous owners were most likely breeders. My ears are horribly cropped and uneven, I have scars on my face and legs but it never affected my personality and the love I give.

My sister Tanka and I were abandoned at a high kill shelter. She got adopted right away because of how pretty she was…but I just waited and waited. 🙁

One day I finally got my chance! It just so happened that a rescue organization, ROMP Rescue, had heard about me and on my scheduled Kill day… and I was free!

I was taken to a boarding kennel where I stayed for OVER A YEAR. But they were all so nice to me. I went to adoption events and always had a blast!

One day while I was out for my social time at the kennel, a little blonde woman showed up and was saying how beautiful I was. I immediately knew she was going to be mine! I didnt know how but it was going to happen.

The little blonde lady was on her very first day at work at that kennel, so I saw a lot of her. She would even come in on her days off to take me for walks and play with me. She became very close with my rescue.

During the time I was in boarding, I started having really painful knee problems. 🙁

As it turned out, I needed to lose weight (85lbs!! I was a BIG girl) and I was suffering from luxating patella which was very painful and expensive.

ROMP Rescue worked so hard to raise the money for my vet bills, but then this little blonde girl surprised me when she also started raising money for little ol’ me. She cared for me at the kennel when I had my first surgery…it was hard lugging around 85lbs on 3 legs!

But what I didn’t know is that my mama was struggling to find an apartment that would let her have a dog, let alone one that looked like me. 🙁

It took lots of phone calls, hours searching online and lots of patience. People even cursed at her and hung up on her as soon as she told them my breed. But just by chance my mom and dad had found a beautiful apartment with the most amazing landlord who fell in love with me!

We moved in shortly after with no furniture other than two beds, one for me and one for them. I could not believe that I wasn’t at the kennel! I have a family now!

My mom and dad were so poor because I was still in need of my second surgery. Thanks to more amazing donations, I was able to recover in MY OWN HOUSE. It was a painful recovery, but I didn’t care because I was HOME.

Today I am 65lbs, active, stylish and spoiled! I even have my own Instagram! @ladythepitbull 🙂

It started because my mama is always taking pictures of me, so together we try to change peoples perception of dogs with cropped ears. And it’s also great for getting connected with other dogs and people who also fight breed discrimination.

I have a big beautiful red bow on my collar and bright red painted nails. Mama says it helps people see that I’m not scary or dangerous….I’m FABULOUS!

I really think it works! 🙂

Lady

Parent: Gabriela

Murdock, Wantagh, NY

Hi! My name is Murdock and my story hasn’t found its happy ending quite yet, but I am still hopeful!

I arrived at the Town of Hempstead Animal Shelter back in July of 2014. My “owner” was arrested for numerous crimes, including dog fighting. When I first arrived my face and body was covered in countless fresh wounds and old scars, a severely injured eye (I’m blind in my left eye) a torn ear, and worn down teeth. This is my “before” photo.

Some said that I was one of the fighting dogs, while others thought that after getting too old to be a fighter, I was used as a bait dog. Either way it’s a past that I don’t like to look back at.

Since I was part of an ongoing court case I was not allowed to be taken out for walks or quality time by the volunteers. Although I was not allowed to be taken out, that didn’t stop numerous staff and volunteers from visiting me and giving me lots of love, attention and treats!

I had to sit in my kennel and wait for the courts to determine my fate. Time dragged as the court case reached several hurtles (the slow wheels of justice).

After eight very long months of isolation my owner pleaded guilty to dog fighting and I was turned over to the custody of the Town of Hempstead Animal Shelter. At first many were concerned that due to what I had been through I might be a dangerous. Sometimes the trauma from years of abuse is too much for a dog to handle and they are never able to acclimate into society.

Although I bear the scars from years of abuse, you could never tell from my personality! After spending time and behavioral testing with me, the staff found me to beyond sweet and wanting nothing more than human affection. When approached by a person I push my head and body up against them — I guess you could say I like to cuddle — it’s something I have not received nearly enough of in my lifetime.

So here is where I am now, at the Town of Hempstead Animal Shelter, waiting for my future family to come adopt me. I have already become a staff and volunteer favorite due to my lovable personality and warm-hearted disposition. As much as I love all the attention from the staff and volunteers, I’m ready for a family and a home to call my own.

If you are looking to save a dog desperately in need, I’m your boy! Here is some more info on me:

• I’m a male dog estimated at 6 ½ years old
• I am neutered, microchipped and up-to-date on all of my vaccinations.
• I am great with people, but am not comfortable with other dogs. I can walk past a dog with no problem, but need to be the only dog in my home
• I love to chase balls and other toys, but will readily give it up when asked
• I LOVE lying in the sun, being lazy and getting my ears, neck, chest and belly scratched. This is a new luxurious experience for me. I certainly loves being outside.

If you are interested in providing a forever home for me, please contact the Hempstead Town Animal Shelter. Tell them I sent you! 🙂

Thanks for reading my story. You can follow my adventure on Facebook, Adopt Murdock, and I hope to see you soon!

~ Murdock

p.s. Town of Hempstead Animal Shelter is located at 3320 Beltagh Avenue, Wantagh, NY 11793. Call (516) 785-5220 and ask to speak with an Adoptions Counselor. Thank you.

Update: After waiting more than 400 days in a shelter and traveling 2,500 miles, Murdock finally found his forever home. Read his journey home.

Cashmere, Noblesville, IN

Attention Dog Lovers: I am seeking a very special person to call my own because I am a very special girl.

My name is Cashmere. My story is sadly a familiar one. I was surrendered to Humane Society for Hamilton County on January 4th, 2010, because my owner could no longer afford to keep me.

I was a sweet tempered, friendly one-year-old girl with a desire to please and a love of people. I passed all of my temperament testing with A’s. I was adopted in April of 2010. Everyone was so happy until I was surrendered back to the shelter on January 21, 2011. 🙁

Nobody knows what happened to me in those 8 months, but I became a frightened and mistrustful girl. I was truly brokenhearted to find myself back at the shelter. I don’t think I will ever be happy again.

Thankfully HSHC assigned a dedicated volunteer to work with me for 2 months and she reported that I am incredibly smart! The professional trainer, Julie Case, taught me to sit in 8 minutes!

I now know lots of command, from“down” and “up” to sit and stay seated in my kennel on approach as well as leave it take it and lead pulling. I also learned to take treats gently (I admit I’m a bit of a pig but I know how to take my treats so softly 🙂 ).

I am loving with my own people, but I am not quick to trust new people. My guardians think I may have been abused in the past because I am very hand-shy. It is as if I try to duck out of the way when someone’s hand comes toward me.

It breaks my guardian’s heart to see a young dog like me cringe in fear of a human’s touch.

But all it will take is consistently kind treatment, patience and a gentle touch to teach me that I needn’t worry about being beaten ever again.

I hold the 2nd longest record for being a shelter dog at HSHC. Living in the shelter is just too stressful for me. I hated being behind bars like I was a criminal. 🙁 Once outside the kennel, I became the happy girl I was meant to be. 

Thankfully, I have been living with a wonderful foster mom who has taught me so much about being a good dog. If she did not already have her own dogs I would have been hers long ago.

Despite my girly sounding name, I am a true Nature’s Child. I love the woods and swimming in ponds and sniffing everything I can find. But I can still carry off wearing a rose on my collar!

What you need to know about me:

• I am now almost 6 years old, but still a real beauty with a light brown brindle and white coat, hazel eyes and a winning smile
• I still have loads of energy and enthusiasm
• I am sharp as a tack
• I am very well trained in obedience and other skills
• I do not want to share my affection with other 4-legged pets so I need to be the only dog in my owner’s heart and home
• I also need an owner who is patient, understanding and knows how to give positive reinforcement to good behavior. A harsh, strict disciplinarian will only make me tense and afraid. Hey, I may be an out-door-lover but I am still sensitive!
• I am an American Pit Bull Terrier mix, so you must be 21 to adopt me
• I will be best suited to an active family with kids 13 and up. Remember: I love people but need some time to warm up and trust

My foster mom will miss me terribly and I, her. But we both know that I am a wonderful girl and I deserve to spend the rest of my life with someone who appreciates my intelligence and loving heart.

I have been waiting for 5 long years. Please help me find that very special person.

♥
Cashmere

p.s. If you’d like to meet me, please email hshc@hamiltonhumane.com. Thank you.

Editor’s Note: On September 9, 2015, after waiting 1,692 days, Cashmere found her forever family!!

Theo, Guilderland, NY

Hi! I’m Theo!

I was found as a stray on the side of the road when I was only 9 weeks old. While it is common to find stray dogs, this was particularly sad because not only was I little, I also was unable to walk.

I was brought to the shelter in Utica, NY. At first the people there thought I had been hit by a car but they soon realized that wasn’t the case. In an effort to get me the care and diagnosis I would require, they asked Out Of The Pits to take me.

Since coming into the rescue, I have had an MRI and extensive bloodwork. The results showed that my cerebellum was partially missing, likely not completely formed while in the womb. The cerebellum controls motor function. This is why I’m bright, alert and every bit a puppy, but I have no ability to control the movement of my legs.

Check out my first video after I was rescued. I couldn’t do much back then, although my tail wagged pretty good. 🙂

So off to Eddie’s Wheels we went, and I was fitted with a cart. My current cart has 4 wheels and I get along in it very well. But when out of it I don’t have any motor control so I flop around or do the army crawl trying to move myself along. I received my adult cart and I’m adjusting nicely to my new wheels.

When my foster parents first started fostering me, I couldn’t walk or even sit up on my own, but now I’m really strong in the front end and can sit up without a problem. I can even walk up to 10 steps on my own, but I don’t know how to stop myself so I kind of do a drop and roll. 🙂

I’m up for adoption through Out of the Pits. Here’s my stats:

• I am currently 14 months old and about 56 lbs
• I’m happy, playful and incredibly sweet-natured
• I’m basically housebroken but need to stick to a schedule
• I’m crate-trained and hold it all night and then all day while my fosters are at work
• I LOVE all people and animals, but I would be best in a home without small children because of my inability to control my movements
• I recently stayed in a home with two cats while my foster parents were on vacation and I loved them!
• I will always be disabled and require a considerable amount of care; my future family will have to be OK with lifting me into my cart as I grow

I am a lot of work, but I’m worth the reward. 🙂 Check out my TV debut in Pet Connection with Steve Caporizzo!

Everyday I deal with not being able to stand or balance on my own, but with my cart, I am ready to achieve anything. I have a physical condition, but it doesn’t hinder my ability to love and be loved. Against all odds I have progressed and thrived, making the world realize I deserve to be a part of it. I really do make it a better place!

Help me find a home that can allow me to thrive, grow and enjoy the life that I have fought to live. I deserve to be a part of a family and I will continue to wait for my perfect match.

XOXO,
Theo AKA “Nugget”

p.s. If you’d like to open your home to me, please fill out the application. Thank you!

Editor’s Note: On August 17, 2015, Theo is officially adopted!! From his page:

“I’m happy to announce that I FINALLY found a FOREVER family of my own. No longer a New Yorker, I’m now a Jersey boy & hope to see less snow then last year 🙂 I’ve been living w/my forever family for a little over a month now & before posting the big news we wanted to make sure all went well & I adjusted to my new family. I love my parents Heylin & George & as you can see I have some siblings as well, Scout, Luke, Mia, Charlotte & Jordie. Don’t worry, you’ll still be getting updates from time to time because my foster ‘rents (AKA my godparents/forever woof-sitters) will be staying in touch with us & updating my page.

I want to thank the Stevens Swan Humane Society for taking me in & contacting Out of the Pits for bringing me into their rescue & giving me the second chance at life. I also want to thank everyone who follows my page & everyone who has helped me along the way to help with my rehabilitation and helping me find my forever family. Enjoy the rest of your summer….

XOXO, Theo”

JoJo, Linneus, ME

Hi everybody! I’m JoJo.

I wish I could tell you my history, but it’s really not all that clear to me. Mom thinks I blocked it out, although it doesn’t seem to have been traumatic, just sad, because someone walked me into a Clarksville, TN, shelter one day when I was around two years old and left me there.

I was house-broken, pretty much obedient and a calm soul. Who would throw someone like me away? 🙁

I was in there for a while, I couldn’t count at the time, but the word was I was ‘out of time’ and they took me from the room where people came in and chose pups to go home with them. I thought, wait a minute, if you take me out of here, how are people going to see me and take me home?!

But away I went. Scary, scary. The room I went into lead to the Rainbow Bridge before I was naturally ready to cross it. Downright scary!

Meanwhile, all the way in Maine, “Monster” Emma the Sidekick — who was adopted the previous year — was lonely without another dog in the house, so her Mom went searching online and lo & behold(!) she found another brindle pup like Emma at the same shelter where I was!

No, she didn’t find me — I didn’t have that kind of luck. But this is where it gets interesting.

Emma’s Mom & Dad drove down from northern Maine, as they had for Emma (she also came from this shelter, but she had been pulled and fostered by the local humane society). They brought Emma with them to make sure she and the pup would work out.

It didn’t. The female pup and Emma had too much raging female hormones going on. Like a diva reality show. And Emma’s Mom felt real bad having to deny that pup a home.

Oh, did I mention, despite the situation I was in, this shelter is filled with guardian angels? Yes indeed. And mine’s name is Vanessa! Vanessa tried hard to find the ‘right fit’ for Emma, but no one was working out, then she came and got me! And zoinks! It was like Emma & I were littermates!

We hit it off right away and home to Maine I went, just days before I was scheduled to cross the Bridge without being loved by anyone but those guardian angels! Talk about “just in the nick of time”! 🙂

I can tell you, I know I am loved. Even though I’m a guy, I was named in honor of Mom’s beloved sister who crossed the Bridge herself twenty years ago to be with her own beloved pets. They also call me JoJo Ears, like I some kinda wiseguy hooligan pup! BOL! Yup, I have some kinda ears!

Since coming home to Maine, I have become a Therapy Dog with Silent Sidekicks, following in the pawsteps of my little big sister Emma! Together we’re making it plain and clear that bully breed dogs not only need love, they know how to give it!

The residents and staff at our local health care facility love us and enjoy our visits! As soon as we walk in the door, it’s like a scene from Cheers! Everybody knows my name! And they all reach out to love on me. Life cannot get any better than this.

Please follow this remarkable life journey with me through my Facebook page: JoJo the Sidekick.

Thanks for reading my story!
JoJo

Parent: Darlene

Layla “Bean”, Scottsdale, AZ

My name is Layla. My story starts much like the stories of the other dogs who Michael Vick and his cohorts victimized in the cruelest and most terrifying ways at Bad Newz Kennels in Virginia.

I think I was born there…I can’t remember being anywhere else before that bad place. We were all forced to live our own nightmares. I was a frightened fighting machine.

When I was around 4 years old, we were rescued from the bad people and 18 of us went to the Sussex County Shelter, where I became Sussex 2609. It was so hard for me to be close to other dogs that I couldn’t relax. I always barked and circled and felt so wound up that I wanted to jump out of my skin! You see, up until then, something bad always happened when I was this close to another dog. (Even after all these years, I’ve never been able to unlearn that.)

Well, after a long time, I finally went on an airplane to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary with 21 other Vick dogs and we became the Vicktory Dogs! Oh, and someone nice along the way, who happened to be a boxing fan, named me Layla (after Laila Ali, Muhammad Ali’s daughter). Goodbye Bad Newz, goodbye Sussex 2609, hello hope and relief!

My life got so much better at Best Friends. I was surrounded by really nice people who kept me safe, warm and well fed. They let me live in my very own run, since living with other dogs is really not “my thing”. They treated my wounds, repaired my torn ACL, gave me hydrotherapy and pain relief for my arthritis, loved me, taught me manners and believed in me. I had caregivers who massaged me, played music for me, trained me, and spent their precious time to help me recover.

I eventually got to go live in Jacque’s office, who manages Parrot Garden (She became my Jacque-Mom), so I could get far away from other dogs and could think calmly enough to stop barking and fencing and circling.

While I was living with the birds and my Jacque-Mom, she let me be an ambassador for ex-fighting dogs for the many tour buses that came through the sanctuary. Jacque-Mom would bring me out to say hello and she would tell my story and I would receive all the butt-scratches and baby-talk the visitors could dish out! I felt so good being cared for by Jacque-Mom and Papa Kevin (my brother Ray’s mom and dad) that I was able to pass my CGC test, which I was court-ordered to pass before I could go to my forever home.

Now, after almost 6 years of kindness and patience from my caregivers, I was up for adoption! If I did get adopted, I was going to miss the things I loved at Best Friends: long, long walks with Papa Kevin, Jacque-Mom’s attention and encouragement and both of their help in my training to know how to live outside of Best Friends.

Papa Kevin started to call me “Bean” and now it’s one my names! I hoped there would be car rides, and boiled chicken, and snugly blankets, and golf cart rides, and people who would teach me and keep me calm and call me “Bean” wherever I went next!

My lucky day came at the Vicktory Dog Reunion honoring 6 of the adopted Vicktory Dogs and their new families: Halle, Handsome Dan, Cherry, Little Red, Mel and Oscar; and reuniting them with their wonderful caregivers and with each other. Lots of people came to hear the stories of their new lives.

Jacque-Mom and Papa Kevin brought me there to announce that I had passed my CGC and was now ready to leave Best Friends. I was so excited that day that I sat and trembled with anticipation. Maybe I would finally find my forever family too!

A nice lady wanted to sit and meet me, and while she was petting me, a nice man came up to us. The nice lady said to the nice man “meet your new daughter”! They became my new mom and dad. 🙂

It turns out, my new mom was starting an internship at Best Friends, so I got to see her every day for 5 weeks before I went home forever with her. This helped me a lot, because I had never had a real home before and I was going to be scared enough in a strange place with strange things, maybe with new rules and for sure with new noises (hopefully no loud bangs).

I started to get used to my new mom and I decided in those 5 weeks that I liked her, so I would sing when she came up the walk at Parrot Gardens to let her know I was ready for our walk and our time together! That made her smile. 🙂

The day came for me to go home and everyone treated me extra special. Virginia made me boiled chicken, I got to have a bath and I got a special necklace with a GPS device, Jacque-Mom and Papa Kevin and my good friend Justyne were there to kiss me goodbye and then I got in the car and came home!

I slept the whole way and when I got home, it was nice but weird! There were new things everywhere and I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to sleep, or potty, or relax, or find my food and water. But my new mom and dad helped me learn all of that and I learned how to be in my own family after almost 10 years of life!

Now I have some new friends that are helping me try to learn about keeping calm when I pass dogs on my walks, and are preparing me for another test so I can be a therapy dog. The only hard part is that some dogs make me so nervous that I lunge and whine and can’t think calmly!

Jacque-Mom always thought that my calling was in therapy work, and my new mom and dad think I’m a natural at enthusiastically meeting people in my community and showing them that I’m not a monster. And I’m NOT! I’m just a regular dog with some special circumstances and some special needs.

My mom and dad always keep me safe and only let nice people be with me. I got a treat from a little girl wearing butterfly wings at Home Depot the other day; I got to go meet a group of teenagers at AAWL (Arizona Animal Welfare League) and tell my story; I got to kiss a really tiny little girl on her finger and on her forehead at the park…and my mom never has her camera ready when it happens! C’mon mom…I’m making history here!

Life is really good now. Since I live in Scottsdale which isn’t too far from Best Friends, I sometimes get to go back and see my old friends. In my new life, I get to meet all kinds of people. Some love animals, some want to say hi to me, some stay far away from me, some are a lot smaller than the people I’m used to seeing, some ignore me, some want to hear my story and some want to help me.

I have 4 older brothers and sisters, I have a nice grandma, new friends and neighbors…and I get to be an only dog, just like I always wanted! 🙂 And that’s my story.

~ Layla “Bean”

Parent: Tess

Astro, Huntington, WV

My name is Astro! I lived in a very high kill shelter in NY from the time I was a puppy and stayed there for FOUR whole years.

In the shelter they used a rough prong collar on me because I am such a big boy (a whole 87lbs!) and I became so cage crazy and nervous that I began eating the wall beside my kennel and spinning in circles in my cage. 🙁

The staff was nice to me, but they weren’t my family. Thankfully, my Auntie Nichole from Road to Home Rescue Support whisked me away to get me the help that I needed and the family that I wanted so badly.

After my Auntie Nichole got me out of the shelter, I was taken to a boarding facility at a vets office where I was out on doggy Prozac for my anxiety and wall-eating skills. I finally went to the first family that I thought was mine…but they returned me within about a week. They said that I was crazy and dog aggressive. I also supposedly ate a couch or something.

I then went back to boarding for a while…where somehow my medication got mixed up and they ended up giving me double the dosage of Prozac that I was supposed to receive. That caused even more problems with my behavior.

I went to a second family in Chicago this time…but was returned again, and then a third family in Virginia…but…that one didn’t work out either. 🙁

The boarding facility forgot to send my medication with me to the last family and so I went from being on double the dose of Prozac to no Prozac at all which really messed me up. Those two families claimed that I was a bad dog… Yet again that I was dog aggressive, destructive, would try to bite and mouth, that I had issues that couldn’t be fixed and that no one could handle me.

Auntie Nichole then reached out to my good friend Lilly the Hero Pit Bull and her Auntie Lindsay and dad David decided to post me on her Facebook page to try to find me another home.

Auntie Lindsay was then contacted by my (now) mom Desiree, the director of Pitiful Paws Rescue. Auntie Lindsay was friends with mom already and knew that it would be a good fit, so she put mom in contact with Auntie Nicole!

Mom said that her rescue would take me in and try to place me locally. At this point I was still in VA and WV is much closer than sending me all the way back to NY.

So, mom and my Uncle Brad met my previous parents a few days later and brought me home! After just a week or two, mom decided that I wouldn’t be adopted out because she wanted to adopt me herself! 🙂

On July 7th, 2014, I officially became part of my forever family. Mom says that those other families told lies on me or they just didn’t know how to handle me. I am not dog aggressive (I have a ton of friends now), I am not destructive (although I will carry around your shoes for you), and I am not a bad dog.

I am a good dog that needed someone to love me. I am a good dog that is now off of Prozac completely and have been for over a month now.

I am a smart dog that graduated obedience training from Petco. I have a loving family, a best friend pibble named Ember, I have over 1,000 friends on my Facebook page and I love my family as much as they love me.

I’m glad that those other families didn’t work out because now I am right where I belong.

Thanks for reading my story!
Astro

Parent: Desiree

Bulletproof, Hummelstown, PA

Hi! My name is Bulletproof, but everybody calls me Bully. This is my story.

Before I came to live with my Mom and Dad, my name was just “Bullet” and I lived with another family. They decided to give me up because they could no longer care for me. I was going to be brought to the local shelter to be surrendered, but before that could happen, I escaped from my fenced yard.

I didn’t end up having as much fun running free as I thought I would. Some people got nervous when they heard there was a Pit Bull loose…and one of them shot me in the right side of my face. 🙁

I made it back to my old house. When the dog warden picked me up to bring me to the Harrisburg Humane Society, she said she was amazed because even though I was bleeding and had to be in pain, my tail never stopped wagging.

When I arrived at the shelter, I had to have surgery to clean my wound and remove the birdshot that was still in my cheek. Despite my severe injuries, I was so happy to meet all my new friends at the shelter. 🙂 They were all amazed by how friendly and outgoing I seemed despite what I had been through.

The first time Mom saw me, she was volunteering at the shelter. I had been there almost a week. Mom watched me happily playing with my ball even though it kept falling out of my mouth because of my injuries.

Mom knew right away that I was special, and she convinced Dad (the shelter kennel manager) to let me come live with them as a medical foster.

I was so happy to have a family, but I still had a lot of healing to do. My new brother and sister, Pardee and Mya (also Pit Bull mixes), love to run around and play rough. At first, I was afraid to play with them and hurt my face, but they were patient with me.

After a few months, the swelling in my face went down, & my wounds didn’t hurt as much. I was able to play with my brother and sister without being scared, and Mom and Dad knew i was meant to be part of their family.

In November of 2011, Mom and Dad adopted me. They changed my name from Bullet to Bulletproof, because they say it’s more fitting. 🙂

After my adoption, I had to have another surgery to try to fix the damage done to my face. But that’s OK because my vet is one of my favorite people in the world! She extracted my broken teeth and cleaned out what she could of the remaining birdshot. When she was done, she stitched up most of the hole in my face.

Since my last surgery, the hole in my face has healed, and now it’s only about the width of a pencil. Even though Mom and Dad love me no matter what I look like, they’re happy that I’m not in pain anymore.

In October 2013, Mom decided that I should have the chance to bring the same joy to others that I’ve brought to her and Dad. I took my Canine Good Citizen test, as well as my certification test for Therapy Dog International, and passed both tests with flying colors! While I’m still very new to therapy dog work, Mom and Dad know I’m going to be great at it.

Even though I have a family that adores me and LOTS of new friends who know how great I am, I still sometimes encounter people who are afraid of me because of how I look. Sometimes they cross the street when they see me coming. Some even whisper about how I was probably used for dog fighting because of how my face looks. 🙁

I don’t understand why they’re so nervous around me, but Mom says that’s why it’s so important for her to advocate for me and others like me. I don’t really know what a breed ambassador is, but that’s what she says I am!

Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. I don’t want people to feel sorry for me when they read it, because I have a great home now, with a family who is going to love me forever.

I do want to encourage people to give dogs like me a chance; just because we don’t come from the best situations doesn’t mean we’re not great dogs.

Please visit your local shelter and consider giving another special dog a second chance!

~ Bulletproof  the Therapy Dog

Parent: Elysa

Polar, Mentor, OH

My name is Polar but my mom and dad call me “Princess Polar Bean the Beauty Queen” or just “Bean” for short. I like that they gave me this little nickname because for me, it meant a new start and a promise at a new life.

You see, my life wasn’t always so great. I was bred to breed. I was chained to a post in a backyard in Arkansas. Whenever I had puppies, the people from the house took them away and sold them.

One day, I tried to escape so the people put a makeshift fence around me and my puppies to keep us confined. I accidentally got my foot caught in the fencing and since no one helped me, I had to chew my foot off in order to free myself.

The people in the house didn’t take me to the vet after this; instead they put me in a pig pen to heal. 🙁 My pen mate was a 400 pound pig!

When the people from the house weren’t home, a neighbor would sneak over to pet me and give me food. She was a nice lady and wanted to help me but she couldn’t take me home with her. She resorted to this thing that they call the internet and found some people in Ohio who said they would help me.

The people said they would pay my airfare (I had never been on an airplane before!) and that they’d give the people from the house some money too. All of this was for ME?!?!

I spent the day traveling to Ohio and when I landed, I was greeted by my new family. They were so excited and my mom started to cry when she saw me. I’m sure it’s because I didn’t look so great.

I was very thin and had some wounds on my head and neck. I was also very weak and had a hard time getting into their car but my dad is a big guy and he gently picked me up and put me in the backseat. I couldn’t help but kiss his face for that!

They immediately took me to see the vet because they were concerned for my health and for the health of my big brother who was waiting patiently for my arrival. Yes, I was going to have a sibling!!!

After several trips to the vet, several rounds of medication and lots of food and TLC, I was finally healthy! Within weeks, I had gotten my strength back and I was able to go up and down the steps on my own.

I was no longer chained to a post; I had my own yard to run in. I also had my own bed to sleep in, my own toys and, most importantly, my own family to love me! 🙂

These days, I can usually be found sun bathing on the deck or acting as the “Fun Police” while my sister and brother play tug in the backyard. I sometimes go into schools with my mom and teach the kids about safe interactions with dogs and some of the kids read me books.

Some people say that I’m a little bit spoiled but my mom and dad say that I deserve it. 🙂

Thanks for reading my story!

~ Polar

p.s. I’m featured in “Lost Souls: Found!” Pit Bull book and the Disabilities books! 🙂 And when you purchase it, don’t forget to list my mom’s rescue, For the Love of Pits, as the recipient of the author’s donation! Thank you!

Parent: Marlo

T-Bone, Albuquerque, NM

Hi! My name is T-Bone!

My first home was very bad. My “dad” would hit me and kick me if I didn’t do what he said. I wasn’t allowed inside the house. I was only 3 months old when the lady of the house brought me to animal control so that the man of the house didn’t hurt me anymore. 🙁

I went to 2 other foster homes before ending up at in Idaho where I was fostered by Rocky Mountain Great Dane Rescue. That’s where my parents found me, on the rescue’s website. I was listed as Great Dane Pit mix, whatever that means.

My Mom and Dad told me they picked me because I had one of the saddest faces. Huh? 🙂

Luckily my first “dad” didn’t get to break my spirit. I love my new parents and pretty much everyone I meet.  They brought me home to New Mexico in March of 2009 when I was 5 months old.

I could tell my parents never had a dog before. I was a crazy puppy. I was very excited to be able to live in the house with my new parents. My mom and dad worked very hard at training me. I didn’t always listen and I could tell that they would get frustrated and didn’t know what to do with me. However they never hit me.

I love my new parents. My mom worked even harder since I was part pit bull? Not sure what that has to do with anything; I am just a dog!

When I was 1 1/2, mom brought me to some classes to get me certified to be a therapy dog. Imagine me a therapy dog. My dad said I would never pass.

My mom took me to the testing and it was very rigorous. We had to go for 2 weekends in a row on a Saturday and Sunday. Well we proved daddy wrong: we passed with flying colors! 🙂

We still had a lot of training to do. My mom would take me to a special class every Wednesday with a bunch of other dogs and we would work on everything from sits to stays and also our special tricks. My trick is pretty cool.

Fast forward: My mom takes me to hospitals, nursing homes and the Albuquerque 911 call center. Our favorite place to go is the call center. The people there sure do seem to like it when we go visiting there. All the ladies fuss over me and give me treats. What a fun job!

I even do my favorite trick for them. Here, watch the video! They all think it’s so amazing that I know the word! 🙂

My mom continues to train me and my new sister. We are currently attending training at our local Animal Humane New Mexico with the “505 Pit Crew.” It’s a youth-oriented program aimed at addressing illegal dog-fighting, most often pit bulls, for illegal gambling or gang-related purposes.

The people at the program are calling us ambassadors for our breed. Not sure what all the fuss is about cause I am just a dog. We are learning some really cool things.

I love my mom. She works so hard to advocate for our breed.

In the end I am just a dog. When we are not training or visiting the call center, I get to go to my mom and dad’s office and hang out with the staff and meet all kinds of new people. My dad does something with bones. He told me he’s called a Chiropractor. My mom helps people too. She works in a room in the office and makes people exercise.

I am happy that my parents found me and love me so much. We run in the foothills every morning. It feels so good to run free. When we are done with our run, we get to go to the park for more running.

My favorite thing to do there is yup you guessed it fetch the ball. Oh yeah, I also love cuddling with my sister Madeline.

So that’s my story and thanks for reading!

~ T-Bone

p.s. I am definitely not a monster!

Parent: Karen

Puddin, Alameda, CA

My name is Puddin. I am nine years old. Here is my story:

I was dropped off in the night drop box at the Berkeley shelter. I was probably no older than eight months old. I had had puppies, but they were not with me. I also had a uterine infection that they discovered when I was spayed.

I spent three months at the shelter. I’m not sure why nobody wanted to adopt me. But when Sarah Joe and Judi came to the shelter to meet another dog, they remembered seeing me on the Home At Last Rescue website (a rescue that works with the shelter). They were looking for a companion for their dog, Po, a pit bull/lab mix. They were planning on fostering, with the hopes to adopt a compatible friend.

“What about the one with the big ears? Can we meet her?”

We all went for a walk. I liked Po and he liked me. They agreed to come pick me up after my spay procedure.

Po and I were besties and did everything together until he sadly passed on in 2009. He had been diagnosed with cancer and fought a good fight. I missed him so much and was very lonely.

A few months later, my moms adopted a senior Shepherd named Smokey. He was a great friend as well, and I like to think I made his last few years on earth very happy ones.

Last year, Murray came to live with us, by way of Berkeley Humane. He had also been in the shelter for a few months. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I love him so much. We wrestle and play for hours on end — pretty good for an older lady such as myself.

Everywhere I go, I hear “look at those ears!” — which is a great segue into talking about how I am a pit bull, and what a loving, special dog I am. I have never met a person I haven’t liked. I have many friends — one of my best friends is an animal cop and another one is a 3-year-old child. I love kids, a lot.

I also have a cat friend named Russell. We cuddle sometimes. Don’t tell anyone. 🙂

I have a pretty good life. I now live on an island and take walks to the ocean all the time.

I am now nine years old. Though my legs are turning gray, you would never know I am now a senior — most people think I’m a young dog.

Thank you for reading my story! You can see more of me and my good life here on Tumblr: Fritopaws.

♥ Puddin’

Parents: Sarah Joe & Judi

Star, Lincoln, NE

Hi everybody! My name is Star! And until August 13, 2012, I lived a life of obscurity.

I was regularly seen around a certain spot with my homeless human in one of the busiest, most pedestrian cities in the world: New York City. But no one paid much attention to us; homeless people with their homeless dogs are much too plentiful.

There was nothing that wasn’t “normal” about the two of us; we were virtually invisible in plain sight. But we had each other.

On that fateful day, my human had a seizure right on a curb near Union Square. I was so confused and scared for him! I stood guard by him and I barked and barked. I needed to protect him and keep him safe! People don’t understand us dogs too well and may have thought I was going after them, but I was just protecting my human!

Then the police arrived…and they just stood there!

They seemed scared of me. They didn’t realize I was scared too! There were a lot of people gathering. If I wanted to be vicious, there were plenty of people I could have bitten. But I didn’t; all I wanted to do is keep my human safe.

One woman came close to us and I charged at her to keep her away. I ran back to my human and stood guard by him again. And then all hell broke loose.

I saw the policeman coming close so I ran to him to keep him away, and he shot me! Not far from the head of my human! He could have hit my seizing human!

But omigosh, I was in sudden pain! So much pain. The life blood was draining from my head, I couldn’t see. Like my human, I was laying on a NYC street and the police didn’t care. I was even pepper-sprayed while I writhed in pain.

Someone took a video of the whole incident, and it was seen by millions. The video was graphic and it made a lot of people mad at the police officers, and sad for me.

My life seemed to end; the world turned dark as I worried about my human.

Miraculously, I survived the point-blank shot. I wasn’t expected to live; the NYC Police said I didn’t, although the Gothamist updated that I survived!

I woke in a kennel at NYC Animal Care & Control. I had surgeries, I lost my eye and my hearing was messed up. But my human could not come for me. He knew he couldn’t take care of me anymore and was trying to do the right thing by me. But NYC authority was being very secretive.

The Lexus Project — which advocated for me after the video gained widespread attention — said I had left New York, bound for a rehabilitation facility “where she can rest and be pampered on until she goes for her behavior assessment. From there, she will be placed into her forever home.”

I actually went to a greyhound rescue in PA, of all places. The Mayor’s Alliance for NYC’s Animals said that I wasn’t yet ready to be adopted, although they did say that was their plan after I recovered. Besides that, everything about me was very hush hush.

So I spent months in that hidden spot, not knowing what would happen to me.

What I didn’t know was I had an honest-to-goodness Guardian Angel! Someone who saw the video of my being shot while trying to get help for my human. A kind man many, many miles away — in 1,500 miles to be exact, in Lincoln, Nebraska — who couldn’t get the image of my body and blood on that NYC street out of his mind.

He immediately began a Facebook page for me. I’m not the only dog to be shot by what can only be considered scared men in uniforms with guns but that video hit home to many. A lot of people quickly found my page and were up in arms about my shooting and voiced this on the page threads.

But to my Guardian Angel, my story touched the deepest part of his heart. He admitted that he was traumatized. He was not faint at heart but the video of me being shot just rocked him.

So he began the search to find out where I was so he could bring me home to live with him!

He is not a man easily dissuaded or ignored. He went through all the channels and then some to find me. And he found me!

After jumping through countless hoops and red tape with Animal Care & Control, he finally got some results. The Mayor’s Alliance set up a date between him and me at the National Greyhound Adoption Program in Pennsylvania.

The meeting happened in December of 2012. My Dad said it was surreal as he would go through several doors, a long corridor and a steel door along with a gate. The lights were dim. He was a guest in this facility which treats animals with care, the way that all animals should live. It was quiet with classical music being played.

And then he entered my large 20 x 20 room and saw me. And he said, “Hey Star Girl. It’s me, Charlie.”

And I sat up and gave him that look with a wide smile – he called it my trademark look. The lights were turned on for us and he hugged me for what seemed like an eternity. He told me that he hugged me for not just him but the whole world.

He then talked to me and hugged me over and over again. And I was filled with the most love.

The next day he came back, and we just hung out. There were lots of belly rubs, hugs and kisses. Oh, I loved it!! I love him!! And then it was time for him to leave. He hugged me and walked away.

I didn’t know if he was going to come back. I also didn’t know that he cried inside because saying good bye to me was one of the hardest things that he had to do.

And he vowed to make me a part of his life.

It took months for him to convince the authorities to let him adopt me. And that finally happened in April 2013! My dad rented a minivan — the first time in his life — and drove all the way from Nebraska to Philadelphia and picked up me. And we became family.

Oh and boy, do I love my life! I love to travel by car, I love to give hugs, and I’m always happy — you can see that I have the biggest tongue. 🙂 And I love making friends wherever I go!

I am the same Star who was a loyal companion to my homeless human, the happy dog who loves everyone — humans and dogs alike.

What happened to me on that August day two years ago is a scary wake-up call. And if that happened to me, then there could be other dogs suffering this same deal because most likely nothing was done about my trigger-happy uniformed shooter!

Was I shot because I’m a pitbull mix? If I were a fluffy dog, would I have been met with a bullet from a cop if they were in my situation? And about that pepper-spray: it wasn’t pleasant, but why didn’t that officer use it instead of shooting me in the head in the first place?

With Dad by my side, I am a Voice against police shooting dogs just because they can. But it’s not only a voice! I have an Army! Yes! Star’s Army, and we Crusade Against Puppycide! It has to stop!

Join us at Star – The New York Pit Bull Shot By Police.

And thank you for reading my story!
~ Star

p.s. My Dad did reach out to my first human, Lech, wanting to help but the stress of the ordeal on that NYC street was too much for him. He is a private person who was filmed for 10 minutes having a seizure on the sidewalk. He just wanted to return home to Poland and leave what happened to both of us in his past.

I was his love and he was heartbroken for me, but he went home knowing I was a true survivor, that I am safe and I have someone who love me as much as he does.

Parent: Charlie

Pretzel, Baltimore, MD

Hi! My name is Pretzel! I’m a beautiful, loving and loyal dog that was given a second chance at life, proving pit bulls are born inherently good and they are NOT monsters.

You may not realize it just from looking at me, but I came so close to crossing the Rainbow Bridge and in such a horrible way, it was scary!

On October 6, 2010, the terrible, nasty man who once ‘owned’ me took a knife and slit my throat from ear to ear. He then repeatedly stabbed me in the chest,  threw me in my kennel and covered me up to let me die.

He may have thought he had a reason to do so, but no one ever deserves such punishment or malice directed at them.

I was so scared and confused, I was in pain and couldn’t help but cry out through this whole ordeal and the man’s mother had the good sense to call the police.

The Animal Control and police found me in a pool of my own blood, so much of my blood seeping out of my body. They brought me to the local shelter, Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) and I was rushed to the vet. Despite my bloody neck and chest, I gave lots of kisses to the shelter intake vet.

It was going to be costly to save me, but a wonderful fund called “The Frankie Fund” had been set up to help animals like me survive.

I was patched up real good but my neck was all sutures and drains…. 🙁 I was not pretty at all.

After surgery, I returned to BARCS to begin my journey of healing and hopefully finding a forever home!

I fell in love with a volunteer there. When she walked into the room where I was secluded (to help with my healing because I had so many stitches), I wagged my tail so hard, she thought I was going to flip the kennel. But I was just trying to tell her, “You’re mine! You’re mine! Let’s go home!”

She once had another pit bull, a big boy named Diesel. I know she missed him very much and hoped she would love me, too. And she did!

She fell right in love with me, although she told others, and tried to tell herself, she was only going to foster me until I healed more and the stitches came out. Foster Fail, Mom! 🙂 She admitted to me afterwards that I had her the second I came into the house. And that we were meant to meet that day in the shelter.

We are best friends! She’s proud that I have proven myself to be a positive and strong representative for pit bulls with  super sweet and forgiving nature. Wherever I meet people, I change perception of dogs like me and show discriminatory stereotype myths are just that: myths!

And I am very proud of Mom! Together we stood tall and proud at the Million Pibble March in Washington, D.C., this year! Mom was one of the speakers and I made my debut as an international role model for Pibbles on the west lawn of the U.S. Capitol!

Mom made a passionate speech about animal abuse and their psychopatic abusers. She encountered many abused animals on her job. As a Baltimore City Police Officer for almost two  decades, Mom has seen countless instances of animal abuse, and all have broken her heart. That’s why she works very hard to catch bad guys and help abused animals like me.

I don’t know what happened to that knife-happy, pathetic little man in my past. He was arrested on the scene but we don’t know if he ever served time for what he did to me. But in case he’s out there, this is all I have to say to him:

“I matter. 

I am doing good. I am helping educate society about dogs and the human-animal bond and in doing so will help save more lives.

No one but you will ever know why you once called me a cute little name like Coco, then hurt me and made me suffer.

And it really doesn’t matter.

In this life I now live full of joy, love and comfort, it’s you that’s does not matter to me. You do not define me. Your actions do not define me.

With my loving Mom’s help, I have proven myself to be the dog I am.”

My life is really great. I’m safe and loved. I have a couple doggie BFFs and Mom’s friends love to love on and spoil me. My mom loves to dress me up — we’re both fashionistas! And we love shoes!! 🙂

Oh, and we’re in a calendar called “The Roles in Rescue — Saving Baltimore’s Dogs” representing beautiful, compassionate and powerful women in Baltimore with their rescued pit bulls. Her role: The Protector. I think we look awesome. 🙂

Rescuing animals and being a voice for those who are unable to speak has been Mom’s passion. It is her hope that her hard work as a police officer and shelter volunteer will help other families add affectionate, faithful and amazing pets, like me, to their families.

What more can a girl ask for? Just that all other dogs experience this kind of love.

I’m not a monster. I am Love. Just ask Mom.

XOXO,
Pretzel

p.s. Bet you wondered how I got my name Pretzel? Mom says it’s from my color and my twistiness! She says if a pretzel had a personality, I am it! Fun, light & twirly! BOL! Yes, that I am!

It took Mom three months to come up with the name but as soon as she said it, I popped up and told her: It’s a perfect name! 🙂

Parent: Kelly

Photo Credit:
Stand Up For Pits photo by Virgil Ocampo Photography
The Protector by tPoz Photography

Tyrion, Pittsburgh, PA

Oh Hai, Tyrion Pittister here!

I am a sweet, snuggly, goofy little boy who was rescued on April 30, 2014, after the Georgia Bureau of Investigation, USDA, ATF, Albany PD and other enforcement agencies raided a brutal dogfighting operation in Tift County, GA.

There were 42 of us dogs; we are the lucky ones because the ones no longer useful for the men — to be fought, bred or sold — were exterminated with inhumane methods. Tifton-Tift County Animal Shelter took us in and the staff there were the first humans that showed us kindness and love. They are my first friends. 🙂

The Humane Society of United States took a handful of us to one of HSUS’ emergency shelters in June. Thanks to the HSUS Dogfighting Rescue Coalition, I made my way here to Hello Bully in early August!

I bare a lot of scars on my face from my past, but please do not fear, I am in no pain and I am totally ready to snuggle with a family.

They give me all kinds of fun stuff here at Hello Bully Halfway House to play with and learn! I love to chew on my nylabones, do enrichment activities, eat pupsicles, and most important, snuggle with all my volunteers. Plus, I’m perfectly-sized for snuggling. I love being picked up and craddled like a baby! 🙂

I am puppy-like when I get excited, and love to run around in the play yard with tennis balls, and don’t laugh, but I kind of snort when I do it!

And my Hello Bully friends always ensure I am well-socialized; I constantly go on outings and social events. And I will be spending the Thanksgiving with Hello Bully’s founder Daisy and her boyfriend. How cool, right?

I love everyone! My all-time favorite thing is lounging on the couch or big fluffy dog beds with my people. Aside from a long list of human BFFs, I have a budding romance with Hello Bully Spokesbull/Alumni/Dogfighting Survivor, Princess Pear Bear. 🙂

I am working on my polite ways with other canines and furry creatures, so please check in with my guardian Ashley to see how my progress is doing!

In January, I will have a surgery to help me breathe better. Once my medical issues are behind me, I will be looking for a forever family.

I wish I could meet each one of you. Though my face is a map to my past, that’s where I have left my trauma. I adore everyone and have nothing but love, snuggles, and kisses to give.

I’m a survivor of dogfighting. And I’m also an all around awesome dog. 🙂

Thank you, hope to hear from you soon! Drop by my page and say #HelloTyrion!

♥
Tyrion

If interested in adopting Tyrion, please submit your application at hellobully.org/adopt or email ashley@hellobully.com for more information.

Rocky, Land O Lakes, FL

Hey there!!! My name is Rocky, but that wasn’t always my name – that’s because I am adopted.

People always ask if I am a mean dog or if I bite, Mom says “The only part of me that is “vicious” is my wiggly whip of a tail and wiggly behind!”  When I get excited you better watch out I don’t accidentally knock you over with pure excitement.

My story begins just like a lot of other rescue dogs… I was unwanted.

On Christmas Eve 2011, I was dumped in a cardboard box with my littermates on the side of a very busy 6 lane interstate highway. Luckily, Rugaz Rescue found us. Gosh only knows what could of happened to all of us if a bad person instead of a rescue got to us first. Or worse yet, we could have been squished by traffic.

For the next several weeks I was fostered with my littermates in a home with other dogs and cats. One by one, everyone was adopted but me. Mom says it because a higher power wanted us to be together. You see, I am Mom’s soul mate dog!!!!

In February 2012, I meet my adopted parents for the very first time & it was true LOVE at first sight. My wiggly behind and big sloppy kisses were just what Mom needed. She stayed for hours and played with me, rubbed my belly, gave me treats and even “tried” to take me for a walk. (I say “tried” because I wasn’t so smart back then and I didn’t know how to walk on leash at all. I just plopped my butt down and wouldn’t move. Teehee!)

When I got to my new FURever home I felt comfortable right away. They had lots of toys, soft beds and best of all treats!!

From the beginning, I was very disruptive and rambunctious… Mom knew that I was going to be a handful. So she set out to curb my enthusiasm and wear my butt out – because everyone knows “A tired dog is a good dog.”

In addition to giving me lots of physical exercise, I was also enrolled in agility class, tricks class & obedience classes in order to stimulate my mind. All that hard work sure paid off in the long run. I am now a well-adjusted young fur man!

Shortly after getting me, Mom fell in love not only with me but with the breed. She hates that us bully’s get a bad rap and are discriminated against. She always says “get to know me, before you judge me.” She says that goes for people as well for all dogs.

Around this time, Mom also decided she wanted to do more to help the breed… So she started an online pet supply business that donates the profits to local pit bull rescues. I LOVE being the expert tester for all the new toys, and especially the treats!! Our spare room is like a toy store for dogs. BOL!

Fast forward 2.5 years… I am a Canine Good Citizen (CGC), A Therapy Dog with Pet Partners, an Emotional Support Dog, and a blood donor with Blue Pearl. I also enjoy agility, lure coursing, going for walks & getting belly rubs. 🙂

Ohhh… and I also hold an advanced tricks title from Do More with your Dog!  I love doing tricks like “say my prayers” and “wipe my feet” when I do my therapy visits at the Hillsborough Juvenile Detention Center. Mom just loves showing everyone how smart I am as well as busting the myth that pit bulls are “bad dogs.”

In July 2014, my older sister Tasha, a German Shepherd mix, passed away and Mom & Dad brought a 7-week-old foster puppy home. Her name is Bella. She was from another unwanted pregnancy (seems to be a common theme down here in Tampa). Shortly after birth Bella was brought to the shelter to be euthanized. Again Rugaz Rescue stepped up and saved 3 seven-week-old puppies.

I LOVE my new sister and we are inseparable. After just a couple of days we all knew Bella had found her FURever home too. Bella is now 4.5 months old and had already earned her AKC S.T.A.R puppy certificate. She is smart like me!

You can follow our adventures on our business page on Facebook at HappyTailPetSupply. We are on a mission to change hearts and minds, one paw at a time. We do this by educating, being polite in public and showing everyone what good breed ambassadors we are.

Thanks for reading my story!
Rocky

Rocky’s Timeline & Accomplishments:
Nov, 2011 Born
Dec, 2011 Found by Rugaz Rescue
Feb, 2012 Adopted
March, 2012 Graduated Puppy Basic Obedience
May, 2012 Graduated Advanced Obedience
Mar, 2013 Canine Good Citizen
Oct, 2013 Blood Donor at Blue Pearl
Dec, 2013 Pet Partners Therapy Dog
March, 2014 Novice Tricks Title from Do More with your Dog!
March, 2104 Intermediate Tricks Title from Do More with your Dog!
July, 2014 Advanced Tricks Title from Do More with your Dog!
Sept, 2014 Emotional Support Dog

Bella’s Timeline & Accomplishments:
June, 2014 Born
Aug, 2104 Rescued by Rugaz Rescue
Aug, 2014 Adopted
Oct, 2014 Graduated Puppy Obedience & received AKC Puppy S.T.A.R Certificate

Parents: Monica & Gary

Sunshine, La Habra, CA

My name is Sunshine. I want people to know dogs with fear issues are NOT monsters. We can give lots of love to the right person or family, if given the chance.

On December 23rd, 2011, Downey Shelter picked me up as a stray. I was estimated to be between 2 to 2-1/2 years old. They labelled me “dog and human aggressive”. The shelter even said I was a former “bait dog”. They must have thought that because I was so beat up, frightened and had a rope around my neck.

It doesn’t matter if I was or not, because I live for today, not yesterday.

My rescue didn’t care about the “label” — they saved me on January 5, 2012. My rescue had a foster home ready for me. However, after my foster family met me they decided I was too much of a risk because of my fear issues.

The rescue tried and tried to find me another foster, but the word was out: “Sunshine is a bad dog.” I was actually referred to by a couple people in the rescue as “the dog from Hell.” 🙁

I was sent to a training/boarding facility for 30 days, in hopes that would help me overcome my fear issues. After my 30 days, still no one wanted to take a chance on me so I ended up “living” in a kennel facility for 18 VERY long months. At one point a man took me home, but I was afraid of kids, so back to the kennel I went.

A complete stranger saw my pretty picture on Facebook in May of 2013. The description stated I was a former bait dog and needed a strong leader. My kennel humans told me this stranger wanted to meet me. I knew if I ever wanted to leave the kennel life I had to be on my BEST behavior.

OMDog, I gave lots of kisses, never growled or anything. I was perfect. I had forgotten ALL my training at this point because it wasn’t reinforced daily. The stranger, saw something in me that no one else did: HOPE.

She actually wanted to see me every weekend to prepare me for a forever home. We went to parks, stores, and training for 7 weeks straight weekends. I even stayed the night at her apartment on the weekends. There were three Chihuahuas living with her.

Some dogs run away from their fears, not me. I always want to attack anything I am afraid of. This was something new for the stranger. But, she wasn’t going to give up on me. She knew I had it in me to be good, and she was determined to seek out the proper help and guidance.

We found the perfect team to help: Los Angeles Responsible Pit Bull Owners (LARPBO). The first month we worked with the founder, Troy Smith. I was afraid of him, so I went into attack mode. He never backed down or allowed me to have my way. Then came my new trainer from LARPBO, Sadot Aldaco. He’s been my group and personal trainer since June of 2013.

After 7 weeks of bonding, the stranger decided she was not going to give me away, so she adopted me. This decision came with major changes for her, and challenges for me and her existing pack. Now, mom had to move out of her apartment and into a house with a yard. PLUS, she had to integrate me with my new siblings.

After 18 months, on August 1, 2013 I took my final walk out of the kennel. I was about to start a life with my very own family, FINALLY. 🙂

The first two weeks at home I had to wear a muzzle. This was a must because of my fear issues and the safety of my three siblings. It wasn’t until my chi brother Sarge passed away that I was allowed to be alone with my siblings. This was because of Sarge being blind, and he scared easily.

Fast forward to July 29, 2014. Mom brings a 6 week old foster puppy home. She came from a backyard breeder. Her name is Juniper, she is part Lab/Shepherd/Border Collie. She has no use of the lower portion of her body. This puppy would be the real test on how far I’ve progressed.

The little thing scared me like crazy.

But for the first time, I reacted different to my fear. Every time the puppy made a noise I would run and hide under the bed. This lasted for about two weeks. Mom let me go at my own pace, I slowly came out for short amounts of time.

We have become best buddies and you will rarely find us apart. I talked mom into allowing me to keep the puppy. Now, I have my very own puppy who plays tuggy, wrestles and chases me.

I will always need a muzzle when I’m in public. Why? Simply because I was tossed in a kennel for 18 longs months without proper socialization. Most dogs in that situation will end up with fear and trust issues, it has nothing to do with me being a Pit Bull type dog.

I have a long road ahead of me to get over my fears, but mom tells me I am making progress every day. I’m in my forever home because Troy and my personal trainer Sadot gave mom the guidance, tools and confidence to manage me. Mom and Sadot are helping me live happily ever after.

You can follow my progress on Facebook at “Sunshine, Pack and Friends.”

—Sunshine

Parent: Rose

Aladdin, Haddonfield, NJ

My name is Aladdin and I am a pitbull.

I was found in a small town in South Jersey almost two years ago. I was severely emaciated and someone had broken both of my back legs and my tail. I had many open wounds and I was missing twelve teeth. I was also so emaciated that I could no longer control my bowels.

A nice man, Mark Peters of Camden County Animal, called someone to come get me because I was going to be euthanized at the shelter due to my condition. This person fosters emaciated pitbulls for Lilo’s Promise Animal Rescue and they have agreed to take me on.

I remember that day. I was waiting out front, and when I saw her I wagged my tail so she would know that I was a good boy. That’s the day that love found me.

My new foster Mom took me to the beach. I don’t think that she thought I was going to live so she wanted me to be in a peaceful place. I was carried over to the edge of the water and I just stood there with my eyes closed and my face raised up to the sun, sniffing all the glorious beach smells. Mom supported me so I wouldn’t fall.

Little by little, I grew stronger.

When Mom took me to the vet, they said that I had the back and hips of a fourteen-year-old dog but I was only 1 or 2. I was on lots of medicines and had to eat a lot of small meals. I started to gain weight but then a month after I came to live with Mom, I got sick. She had to rush me to the nearest vet, Ocean View Veterinary Hospital. They didn’t know Mom or I but they took great care of me.

I had a very high fever and wouldn’t eat for four days. For four days it was touch and go. Again, Mom thought I was going to die but I couldn’t leave her.

Finally, I ate some yogurt. Dr. Ira and the amazing staff did an incredible job nursing me back to health. Slowly, I got better and they let Mom take me home.

I had lost all of the weight I gained so we had to start my recovery all over again. Once I was healthy enough I started therapy with Dr. Howe-Smith to makes my legs stronger. We did water therapy, laser therapy and dry needling so I could walk without pain. It was a lot of hard work. And I’m so thankful for Lilo’s Promise for taking care of all of my medical bills.

Along the way I figured out that everyone wasn’t bad. I learned to stop jumping when people touched me and to stop dropping to the ground belly up when I got scared thinking someone was going to hurt me. Mom kept saying I was safe and no one would ever hurt me again.

I was now part of a family, I had three human brothers and three bully brothers (from left to right: Parker, Brady, me & Bully). My foster family had become my furever family. 🙂

I love to swim — that is my favorite exercise. I love to play with my brothers, both fur and human, but my favorite thing is snuggling! Mom says I do that very well!!

Despite what someone had done to me, I still loved people — cautiously at first but my little tail was always wagging. Mom said that I made each day better so she decided to let me share my love.

I got certified as a therapy dog with Therapy Dogs, Inc. and I started visiting nursing homes. Everyone loved me as much as I loved them. I got to visit kids and go to schools. I even got to be a model for a nationwide animal abuse campaign called Show Your Soft Side with Jon Dorenbos of the Philadelphia Eagles.

A local hospital asked Mom if I could come and join their therapy team. However, after Mom completed the paperwork, they said that I couldn’t be part of their therapy dog team because I was a Pitbull. 🙁

This made many people mad. Mom says breed specific legislation is wrong. I’m not sure what all of this means but I do know that I love making people happy. When Mom says it’s time to go to work I get super excited.

There are lots of people who need a little Laddylove to help them through the day. People in the hospital relate to me because I too am disabled. My back legs make it hard for me to walk far and they are kind of shriveled, like Tiny Tim legs. When people look at me they know that I understand their pain because I’ve felt it too.

Only now, I feel loved and I want to share that love with everyone.

So that’s my story. I’m Aladdin. I’m a loving family member, therapy dog, Soft Side model and spokesdog for Lilo’s Promise. And you can join my adventure at Aladdin Nation.

Love,
Laddy

Parent: Michele

Photo Credits:

• Superhero and Christmas photos by Valerie Bruder Photography
• Show Your Soft Side photo by Leo Howard Lubow of Lubow Photography

Oakley, Raleigh, NC

Hi I’m Oakley, a paralyzed dog with a positive attitude that’s ready to make a difference!

The beginning of my life wasn’t good, but I’m ok with it because if those things wouldn’t have happened I wouldn’t be where I am today. 🙂

I’m one strong little boy that is making a Stand against Animal Abuse. I also want to inspire other animals and humans that are different to Never Give Up! Nothing’s going to keep me down so you don’t need to let anything keep you down either.

I was an owner surrender to a local shelter in NC at the age of 8 weeks, and they were told I was born paralyzed in my back legs. Thank goodness I wasn’t there long. The shelter was a scary place. I was rescued by Friends FUR Life K-9 Rescue, and taken to the vet immediately.

I had worms, fleas, bad urine burns, and scrapes on my body. The vet did an X-ray and discovered a bullet near my spine! It was confirmed that the bullet caused my paralysis.

I was treated for everything and had a referral to go to a physical therapist. I saw the physical therapist next and was told that there is poor prognosis of me ever being able to walk again. They suggested some physical therapy to help with my flexibility, and to get me stronger to be able to get a wheelchair.

I stayed at my current foster home for a few days. Then my current foster mom said we are taking a ride to the park because there is someone very interested in meeting me. I was excited because when I meet new people treats always seem to be involved.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I was on my way to meet my forever mom!

It was love at first site for both of us. My mom has fostered before and experienced a situation with a dog that was very jealous over Jasper who is now one of my brothers. Regardless of how much she worked with this dog it didn’t get better. He had to be moved to another foster home. It’s not the dog’s fault, unfortunately he wasn’t trained correctly from the beginning and as we all know old habits are hard to break. 🙁

That is why mom wanted to take me in as a foster only first. My mom says a foster to adopt program is the best for a disabled animals, well she thinks it’s best for any animal. You never know how they are going to react to the new environment.

Mom says I’m a handful, but a handful in a good way. I’m not sure what that means, but she usually gives me a grin after it so it must be good. 🙂 Mom also tells me that everything is going to be ok, and I believe her. It didn’t take me long to win my mom over. We adopted each other after a short period of time! 🙂

I now have a family that consists of mom, two brothers and a sister. Jasper and Kya didn’t like me at first — they thought I was odd because I didn’t walk on all fours like them. Instead I hopped on my bum! I’m pretty fast at it also so it can be quite shocking to see at first. I wasn’t able to walk so figured out how to get around any way I could. See how fast I can zoomie!

Ollie didn’t seem to see any difference and accepted me immediately. We have a special bond. He looks after me, and teaches me all kinds of things. I think that his acceptance made it easier for the others to do the same after a short period of time.

My mom bought me a wheelchair and that was a big adjustment. I conquered that though, and I’m really fast in it also. I’m just really fast in everything! 🙂

I’m growing fast so I will need to upgrade to a bigger one real soon. Once I’m full grown, the plan is to get me a customized one to fit my specific needs. I will probably have to go through three wheelchairs before I’m full grown. The ones that are adjustable are the best for me at this time so I can make them bigger as I get bigger.

I’m a victim of animal abuse, but I’m also a survivor. I want to make a difference for others so they don’t have to endure neglect, or going without because of something they couldn’t control.

My mom had no idea how much animal abuse there was until I came into her life and opened her world to it. She’s a huge animal lover, and if she didn’t know about it then there are so many others that don’t. We are going to let everyone know about it so they know what to do when they see it. It has to stop and mom is going to be my voice so we can make a difference together.

Mom and I were meant to find each other. We make a great team! We are determined to make a difference. We know that we can’t change it for all, but we will definitely change it for some.

I want you to be a part of my team! The more people that we can get to be a part of this the bigger impact we will have. Please come like my Facebook page, Bulletproof Oakley, to follow my journey and be a part of making a difference.

♥
Oakley

Parent: Kristie

Professional photos by InBetween the Blinks Photography

Penny, Annandale, NJ

Hi there everyone, my name is Penny The Pit Bull!

My story is not a heartbreaking one but rather one that has become all too common. See, my mommy was bred to give birth to those gorgeous blue nose pit bulls. When she gave birth to me and my little brothers and sisters, one of my sisters and I came out black instead.

The human daddy didn’t like that very much because he didn’t think he could make something called money from us so he packed up my sister and I and brought us to a very scary place called a ‘shelter.’ 🙁 Thankfully some nice ladies from a rescue came and got us out of there.

Then along came this nice lady who was looking for a playmate for her dog Bernie. She came to an adoption event to see a different puppy but it didn’t work out. She was just about to leave when the rescue lady said, “Hey can you wait a few minutes, we are bringing two 4 month old sisters in.”

Of course my mommy said OK. Shortly afterm my sister and I arrived. We were let out of the crate, we came in and I crawled right into this lady’s lap and went to sleep. It was an instant match.

This lady was so torn because she had heard all these bad things about pit bulls but just thought how could this little face be mean? So she took me home. I felt so bad for my sister being left there without me but my new mommy just couldn’t bring home both of us. The rescue lady assured my new mommy that my sister was safe and would find a great home.

My new mommy started to research pit bulls and black dogs and began to wonder what we could do to help other dogs that were like me. The statistics were devastating.

She had to put all her research on hold for a little while because I had to have surgery. See, when the bad man that used my doggie mommy for breeding didn’t care who he bred her with so I was destined to have many problems. In my first year and a half of life, I had two surgeries on my knees for what was called luxated patellas. Then we found out I also have hip dysplasia.

We began to help a local rescue and started fostering pit bulls in need. This is the part that makes everything so worth it.

Mommy would come home with a pit bull that was in need of a home; some were found on the streets and some were in a shelter that would have otherwise been euthanized. We would love them and take care of them until their forever home was found. They were scared, didn’t know what it was like to be loved but each and every one was part of our family and learned quickly that not everyone was bad.

Last August we even adopted one of our fosters and I have a sister who is named Nala Bone. She is a goofball! 🙂

Mommy and I took it a step further. We became very active in the communities helping dogs, raising funds for rescues and spreading the word that pit bulls are misunderstood. We created a Facebook page for me to help advocate for not only the most misunderstood breed in the world but also for the often overlooked black dog.

My page is often filled with amazing photos shot by our favorite photographer, Valerie Bruder. She has helped us find great homes for our fosters.

I have also been featured in American Dog Magazine, was a model for NJ Aid For Animals were I am on a billboard with Super Bowl Champ Barrett Brooks and have done some amazing work with Miss Philadelphia, Jamie Devine. 🙂

I have been very fortunate to have a great home and a great family that pulls together to speak out for pit bulls and all dogs in need. I use my page to have fun, showcase dogs in need, help raise funds and even have a contest here and there to bring some enjoyment.

Sometimes you will even see my crazy sister Nala Bone take over my page and post funny things because she is just that type of dog!

Saving pit bulls just like me — thats my super power!

With Love,
Penny The Pit Bull

Parent: Beth

Lily, The Woodlands, TX

Hi! My name is Lily.

My litter was born around January 2011 somewhere in/near Montgomery County, Texas. After just a couple of months, we were surrendered to a local kill shelter by our breeder because he didn’t like our markings. 🙁

Fortunately, there were some kind-hearted people at the shelter that gave us a second chance and turned us over to a rescue group. I guess you can say I’ve received a couple of second chances because I contracted Parvo while in foster care, but I received the care I needed and beat the odds a second time!! I was super lucky to find my forever family just a couple of months later in June of 2011.

In addition to my human mom (the “Momager” because she’s my mom and manager 🙂 ) and dad and two girls, ages 7 and 10, my forever family had two female dogs, a Boxer named Camy (3 yrs old at the time) and a pit bull named Nike (13 yrs old at the time).

Nike, by the way, was not named after that company that supports convicted dog fighters — she was named after the Greek Goddess of Winged Triumph! Nike’s story is really important to me because it helped determine my mission and purpose, so it’s important that I share her story too.

Nike belonged to a friend that really just didn’t have a place to keep her. As a little puppy, she was passed from person to person, kept in bathrooms, dorm rooms and sometimes left tied to a tree for the day in random empty lots. Nike’s owner asked the Momager to pet sit her for a semester while he left to go study abroad.

A semester turned into over two years. During that time, my family never heard from Nike’s owner. Although he left her bed and some toys, he never answered any emails about her care: what vaccinations she needed and whether she should be spayed (she did get spayed).

Before Nike, my family was always a “Boxer” family. When Nike came into their lives my family didn’t know anything about pit bulls. They didn’t know about their history or reputation and were not “experienced” owners, as some rescues require. They only knew that Nike needed a home, a loving family and a safe environment.

Nike taught my family that pit bulls are just like any other dog – that we just want a family to love us and be a part of! We have huge hearts, are loyal, quick learners, gentle, funny, athletic, great snugglers and love to give kisses!

Nike also exposed my family to some of the unfortunate aspects of pit bull ownership including the harsh stares and judgmental comments. At the time, they lived in Mexico, where blood sports (bull fighting, cock fighting and dog fighting) are widely accepted and enjoyed. The Momager received offers to fight Nike and breed her and always worried about her — that Nike would be stolen when left in the yard or poisoned by neighbors that said she was “evil” because of her breed. 🙁

More than two years later, Nike’s owner finally came back to claim her. Just a handwritten note on a scrap of paper that was left under the door one day. “I came for my dog” it said. The Momager refused — Nike quickly became part of the family and the Momager wasn’t going to give her up! Fortunately, Nike’s owner easily conceded.

When my family moved back to the U.S., positive comments from more neutral observers were more frequent, although generally cloaked as exceptions. People would tell the Momager, “She’s good with your kids because she knows them” and things like that. During the next 13 years up until when I came into the picture, the Momager noticed that being a good dog just wasn’t good enough –– not when you’re a pit bull.

When I was adopted, Nike had already been diagnosed with cancer and had a lot of tumors, including one in her eye, that was removed. Our vet said that because of her age, it would be risky to put her under anesthesia to remove all of them and that we should just do our best to make her life as comfortable as possible.

Nike crossed over the rainbow bridge on Christmas Eve of 2012. She was a beloved member of our family for a month short of 15 years. I only spent about a year and a half with Nike, but from the first day I came home, she welcomed me and took me under her wing. We miss our sweet, gentle giant with all our hearts and a day doesn’t go by that we don’t stop and think about her. She changed our lives and hearts forever and for that, we are eternally grateful. My family is now a “Pit bull family” and always will be!

After I was adopted and came to my forever home, the Momager and I had a serious heart-to-heart talk. She confessed that she wasn’t sure if she would ever have another pit bull after Nike. “It was a big responsibility…it’s emotionally taxing,” she said, “carrying the burden of an undeserved reputation and everything that went along with it.” The heartache and frustration of knowing the truth about us and dealing with the ignorance, close mindedness and even hatred of others.

But then she told me that when she saw me — saw my markings, markings almost identical to Nike’s (look at our side-by-side walking photo!) — she immediately changed her mind. She thought about Nike and everything that she taught them, the unconditional love she always gave, the happy smiles, Nike’s unwavering loyalty and devotion, and all the awesome times. She remembered how Nike always protected our family, even when she was old and weak, partially blind and deaf and dying of the cancers. She remembered how important Nike was as a beloved family member.

Deep down, she knew that she owed it to Nike and to all the other dogs out there just like her — just like me — to give one of us a second chance and to continue to try to change people’s minds about pit bulls.

My calm and loving temperament convinced the Momager that I would be a great therapy dog and ambassador for pit bulls and that this would be my mission: to carry Nike’s torch in a way that would touch many lives and to show others that “good” pit bulls are not the exception — that we’re the general rule! I was destined to join the ranks of the many, many other “working” pit bulls out there making a positive difference!

In the spring of 2012, I passed the Pet Partners evaluation and became a registered therapy dog! I was ready to test right around turning 10 months old, but Pet Partners requires dogs to be at least a year old, so I had to wait. With almost 40 years in the business and thousands of teams around the world, Pet Partners is by and large, considered the “gold standard” among animal assisted therapy organizations. The fact that Pet Partners does not discriminate against any breed of dog is a testament to the notion that any dog — that dogs of all breeds — have the capacity to bring happiness, comfort and joy to others! It is an organization with very high standards — for people and pets — and it’s such a huge honor to be a registered Pet Partner therapy dog!

A couple of months later, I became a certified Reading Education Assistance Dog through Intermountain Therapy Animals of Utah, another top-notch organization with a 15 year history that is also represented by many therapy animal teams around the world — including pit bulls!

I am registered with the American Kennel Club (AKC) as an “American Shelter Dog” and received the AKC Therapy Dog (THD) title in September of 2013 after completing my first 50 therapy visits. My official name is “Lily, Pit Bull Ambassador & Therapy Dog.” My name is very important to me because it represents my promise to Nike and commitment to other dogs like us to always put my best paw forward.

Some people dislike “pit bull” distinctions, but I don’t! I’m proud of who I am — I’m Pit Proud! And yes, I will take every single opportunity I get to let everyone know! If I can change even just one mind – encourage someone else to go to their local shelter and give another pit bull a second chance, then it is well worth the effort. Hopefully, I will change many minds!

As a therapy dog and community volunteer, my mission is to improve the lives of people and pets by:

• Comforting and bringing joy to the clients I visit through my therapy work;
• Promoting a love of reading and learning in children through my work as a Reading Education Assistance Dog;
• Educating others about responsible pet ownership, the importance of spaying and neutering, and safety around dogs;
• Promoting the acceptance of others’ differences by “not judging a book by its cover” and educating about the negative and harmful effects of stereotyping and discrimination of people and pets (breed specific legislation); and
• Acting as an ambassador to improve the public’s perception of pit bulls!

During the past two years, I’ve had the privilege and honor of meeting thousands of people, mostly children, and participating in a variety of events in my community and surrounding areas. I am eternally grateful to all the people, businesses, organizations and facilities that have looked past my breed and partnered with me to improve the lives of both people and pets.

I am also extremely thankful to all my friends in the media who have shared my story and message that each and every one of us — even the rejected and misunderstood – has something valuable to offer to make the world a better place!

Some highlights include:

• My partnership with The Woodlands Children’s Museum, which began in February 2014, to give a 30 minute class titled, “Lily’s Canine Safety Course,” to the KinderReady class. Twice a month I have the amazing opportunity to meet with two groups of pre-K kids and teach them how to be safe around dogs and caring, responsible pet owners.
• Hosting my very own booth in the children’s Artopoly Area of The Woodlands 2014 Arts Festival. Voted the best art show in the State of Texas and the 3rd best art show in the nation, it was a huge honor to be a part of this two-day event, which bought in over 18,000 visitors!
• Partnering with Operation Pets Alive! to celebrate my 3rd birthday by sponsoring Transport Truck #86 and giving 10 at risk shelter dogs a one way ticket from Texas to the Dakin Humane Society in Massachusetts, where they all found forever homes within 1 week!

My proudest moments by far, however, are when I am able to bring a smile to someone’s face, to bring someone a moment of joy, or to make a positive impression and turn a doubter into a believer!!

I invite you to be a part of my journey on Facebook, and on Twitter and Instagram!

~ Lily

Parent: Debra

Phat Ashley, Pittsburgh, PA

Hi! I’m Phat Ashley! 🙂

My story came into light when I was rescued in the second biggest dog fighting bust  in the country by the Humane Society of the United States. That was August 23, 2013, and I am a #367 survivor.

After living my whole life on a chain, I think my life after I was rescued is fabulous. All the volunteer who met me LOVES me. And I love every single human who interacts with me, despite my horrible past.

I was heavily bred and was thought to actually be pregnant when taken off the chain. After lots of spoiling, and getting the royal treatment it was determined she was not, explaining why she got the name “Phat Ashley”. 🙂

I am confident, joyous, loving and engaging. While I can’t really say much about the HSUS temporary shelter since it is still an ongoing federal case, every volunteer who worked there was smitten with my sweet and snuggly ways. My rescuers say that I’m a dog who no matter what, people fall in love with.

These are just a few of the reasons I was chosen to come to Hello Bully.

Despite being dog aggressive, I showed my rescuers just how much of an amazing dog I am. My guardians at Hello Bully knew they could handle my issue with other dogs and give me the love and time needed to place me into a home with no other pets.

I’ve adjusted to the other dogs in the kennel at Hello Bully and am even attending class with them weekly to work on my reactions and proper manners.

When I arrived, my guardians knew I was heart worm positive and had to go through the tough extensive 8 weeks of treatment. I was allowed very short walks and crate rest for 8 straight weeks on top of the painful injections that I received. I was an absolute champ through the entire process and had a great time running around doing zoomies once I got my freedom from the crate rest. 🙂

The Hello Bully volunteers continuously fall head over heels for me every single shift that they come to because of my personality. I’m just genuinely sweet. I love to snuggle on the couch, chew on Nylabones, watch TV, snuggle with our Jr volunteers while they do homework, sitting in any humans lap, and will always be the first to give you a sweet kiss.

I love the two youngest volunteers Noah, who is 2, and Eli, who is 3 months. 🙂 I am gentle as can be and will walk right along side Noah adoringly looking at him for guidance. I would definitely complete a family with children of any ages.

So here’s my quick stat:

• I’m a GREAT dog
• About 5 years old
• Super sweet, petite pit bull weighing in a little under 40 lbs
• So wonderful with humans of any size; one of the best dogs Hello Bully has had around children!
• Sweet, well behaved, will sit at your feet and just wait for the love you give her. I love to snuggle and lay with anyone!!
• Know simple commands
• I prefer to be the only furry princess in the house

I’ve attended a car wash in my polka dot bikini and tutu, schools with many children interactions, store events, and visitations to homes. I am the true definition of love and will make a family very happy some day!

Will you be that family?

Love,
Phat Ashley

Editor’s Note: Hello Bully shared with us this great news.

“We can’t think of a better way to celebrate Pit Bull Awareness Day, than to share the wonderful news of Phat Ashley’s adoption!!! It’s been 14 months since the historic #367 were rescued from their chains by The Humane Society of the United States. In February, HSUS gained custody of Ashley and the dogs from her yard, and Jensen and Ash came to Pittsburgh to live at the Hello Bully Halfway House. We immediately fell in love with this sweetheart of a dog. In her time with us she’s learned good manners, and tolerance of other dogs. She’s come so far. Placing dogs who need to be the only pet always takes longer, but we knew Phat Ashley’s day would come. That day came when our incredible volunteer, Anna, realized she just couldn’t live without her.

“Words can’t really describe this amazing girl. She is a survivor. Everyday she continues to grow and amaze me, and she has taught me the true meaning of forgiveness. The first time I saw this this chubby little dog in her kennel, I did not realize just how much she would change my life. She has been through so much, some of which I will never know, but her journey has just begun and I look forward to giving her the life she always deserved. Thank you HSUS, Hello Bully, and all the amazing volunteers who helped her, and helped bring her into my life.”

Congratulations! We love you both! Happy Pit Bull Awareness Day!”

Eugene, Brooklyn, NY

My name is Eugene, and I met my mama when I was four months old.

This was just a few days after I realized I didn’t have to live, sleep, eat, poop and pee in a stupid little box! Some nice people at the NYC ACC saved me and my brother and sisters and showed me ruv and freedom.

Mama says I was fourteen pounds when she met me, and the ACC vet thought I was 1 1/2 years old and that I would never stand straight up or be able to walk normally. Four months and forty pounds later, they found out my real age – I was only a pup!

My brother and sisters had it ruff, too, and my brother Trey, well his heart was broken, and he had to leave us too early. 🙁 Why were we all so sick?

See, I’m happy I’m here – but the truth is, I was bred by some people who didn’t care about all the pain my siblings and I would feel through our lives; they just wanted to create silly looking creatures to sell for money. I know, I don’t get it either!

Mama didn’t baby me and told me to get my butt out there and run with the other dogs, and soon nobody knew there wasn’t anything wrong with me. My favorite time of day was just after we woke up, Mams would take me to this big green place where all my friends were running, playing, peeing and being silly. 🙂

Life was pretty good, but some things started to bug me. My knees hurt but I didn’t know how to tell anyone about it. The vet didn’t know my knees hurt, mama didn’t know my knees hurt and I felt frustrated.

Mama didn’t know why I started acting like a bad boy. But Mama didn’t give up on me and this one day, we met some really nice people at Leash Williamsburg, and they have been helping Mama and I, and things are so much better. I just had knee surgery and am going through physical therapy. And pretty soon I’ll be better than ever!

I am back to being a silly love bug, kissing everybody and rolling around on my back, and showing the world my underbite. I’ve even been in a national commercial!

I love kitties, and birds – some people think that’s weird. Bully sticks and cushy beds are the best! I have a blind sister that is also pretty cool, even though Mama says I can’t wrestle with her.

I’m a pretty social boy; I have a Facebook page, Oh, Eugene, and of course I’m on Instagram. Oh and I’ve met so many cool dogs that also have been through a lot of crazy stuff. I have a lot of awesome friends and life is pretty cool!

Enjoy my fave photos!!
~ Eugene

p.s. Did you know Pick Your Paw is still looking for a forever home for my litter sister June Bug? She’s loving and silly and sweet and a tough cookie. I really hope she can find a great forever family soon. She’s doing so well in her foster home – she gets along with the other pups in the house and is learning lots of manners!

If you’d like to meet my awesome sister, please email pickyourpaw@gmail.com. Thank you!

Parent: Danielle

Lola, Minneapolis, MN

Hi, I’m Lola!

I was found in July of 2012 with my siblings, alone and scared in an abandoned house with no mother or father; we were just two weeks old. Luckily a few kind people found us and I went home with one of them. I was bottle fed by the boy who took me in and had a dog friend named Sasha, a husky, who acted as a mother to me for the next few weeks of my life.

Unfortunately, the family that took me in their house could only keep me for so long. They knew they couldn’t keep me but didn’t know where I would be going next. I did go everywhere with their boy though, who really loved me and didn’t want to see me have to leave their home.

One day he took me over to this house where I met a couple new people. They all thought I was very cute and then found out that I was looking for a home. I didn’t go home with them though, they weren’t really looking for a dog, but secretly I know they were thinking about me after they left.

The next day the family I was living with received a call from the people who met me the previous night! They said they gave it a lot of thought and wanted to give me a permanent home! My boy was a little upset and not sure what to do; after all, we had grown so attached to each other. But his mother told him that they made a deal and simply couldn’t have another dog. He agreed that it was for the best.

On August 14th, 2012, I went to my new family’s house. My momma says that was one of the best days of her life. Well, minus the fact that I peed and pooed all over their floor, a few times. Oops.

I have to say, I’m living the best life a dog ask for! My family is the greatest a dog could ask for and says that I am truly one of the best things that came into their lives. They take me to fun classes such as flyball and obedience. I really prefer flyball. But in the summer of 2014, I earned my Canine Good Citizen certificate!

We also have had a lot of other dogs come and live with us until they find their fur-ever homes. I never minded sharing our home though, plus its fun having a playmate!

After fostering and seeing how much I enjoyed having a playmate, my parents couldn’t resist another dog. In October of 2013 we adopted my brother Rio from Save-A-Bull Rescue in Minnesota. You’ll probably see a lot of him if you follow our Facebook page, Lola the Pitty.

What else would you like to know about me? Well, I’m a sassy little girl, weighing it at just about 35 pounds. But what I lack in weight, I make up for in character! Dad says I’m a daddy’s girl but I really can’t hold back my excitement for everyone I love.

Oh, there’s also a blog named after me, LolaThePitty.com. We share all sorts of fun stuff over there; our goal is to raise positive awareness for often misjudged breeds, fight the stereotypes, make people laugh and share our positive adventures in life as pit bulls!

♥
Lola

Parent: Sarah

Myles, Austin, TX

Hey! I’m Myles – Cleft Lip / Split Nose Puppy and I’m a wonder dog!

On January 15th, 2014, I found myself in an Urgent Shelter in Fort Worth, TX, at just 8 weeks of age. I had a cleft lip and a split nose, but that didn’t stop one person to wanting to love me. She called me a little tiny bundle of joy and to her, I was special!

She became my Momma and brought me home. But that first night, she knew something was wrong: I walked in circles and cried for hours! The next 2 days were really rough. I continuously screamed in pain and walked in circles…she had no idea how much our lives were about to change.

She immediately contacted her vet to have me checked out. I had a umbilical hernia the size of a golf ball and it needed repair right away. I stayed at the vet’s for 2 days where they ran blood tests and got my umbilical hernia fixed. While I was there, the medical team supervised me, and they noted that I was different.

Just how different was the biggest question. They told her the heartbreaking news, that I probably have neurological problem.

Her heart wasn’t breaking because I was different; it broke because she saw an innocent puppy at just 8 weeks old with a road of uncertainty, and she didn’t know how long she would have me or if I would be in any pain. She just wanted to help me, but she didn’t know how.

So we went home, and while we took a nap, my mom told me it would be okay. She looked at the little stitches on my tiny tummy, the look I gave her when I was trying to stay awake and then gave in and fell asleep in her arms. I was safe, and she was going to make sure I always was.

A few weeks later, my umbilical hernia came back and now had a hiatal hernia that needed repair also. I got the repair I needed, and we thought we were on course for a stable life and my mom worked with me on my walking, my commands, and walking on a lease.

We went to Texas A&M hoping I would be the match for a neurological study, but quickly found out my condition was so rare they had only had experience with me, and the study never came to be. 🙁

Then in February, I went on to see a wonderful Neurologist at Central Texas Veterinary Specialty Hospital where I received my MRI with LOTS of help from my online community. If it weren’t for them, we would know nothing.

It was discovered that only part of my brain had actually formed and I probably had what’s called a storage disease. This disease could be diagnosed with a bio-organic acid test and a spinal tap, which my mom opted out of because not only was there risk of paralysis, it would only tell us I had a storage disease, not which one.

We learned that the disease is not known to be fatal, the disease itself cannot kill me. However, but it may cause me to deteriorate and my quality of life would be questioned. We do not know how long I will be here — I am the youngest and only living dog known to my vets to ever have this since most are put to sleep.

Today, at almost 11 months old, I am learning, I’m happy and healthy. To keep tab on my condition, we have regular check-ups scheduled. I’ve had my hernia repaired a couple times now and we have been surgery-free almost 3 months now (knock on wood!!).

I also have nystagmus in my right eye which causes involuntary movement and inability to use it correctly. Oh, and my front right leg isn’t used much unless it’s there to break my fall. Didn’t I tell you I’m special? 🙂

While I still have issues with walking and falling, and learning, I’ve made an INCREDIBLE improvement. I’ve learned to walk on a leash, to sit, to lay down, and just recently shocked Momma by using the staircase — something in a million years she never thought would happen.

I am the happiest dog ever! I love to play, I love to snuggle, I love to love and be loved in return! 🙂 We even got a signed letter from the vet that I am not aggressive!*

Momma said there is nothing wrong with me; I just do things differently. She also says I am wonderful!

So that’s my story. I’m Myles, a wonder dog and I’m special, because I’m special to my mom. She told me that she loves me more than anything, and nothing in the world can stop me!

Love,
Myles

p.s. I also have a sister, Gypsy, Cleft Lip & Split Nose Puppy. Yup! She’s kinda like me! 🙂 She is awesome! She follows me around, she loves being my little sister and is teaching me new things every day!

*The vet’s letter was simply written so I may continue to enjoy living at home. We were told months ago that they would not accept “aggressive breeds” in the neighborhood. Since I a pitbull mix, or whatever they deem aggressive, my vet had to write a letter of recommendation.

Breed discrimination is not cool! If they would just get to know me, they’d see that I am just a happy, playful little guy who just loves everyone!

Parent: Kasiann

McCaela, Kanab, UT

Hi! I’m McCaela! My story started on January 31, 2013, when I was discovered.

I was chained in an abandoned building on Fearing Street in Toledo, OH, with 5 other fighting dogs. All of us were malnourished, full of fleas, ticks and worms, in horrible condition, torn and scarred. Two of us had legs that had been broken and never set. That day we were christened the “Fearing Six.”

Up until this point in time, all fighting dogs seized in Ohio were immediately euthanized. Or they were held as evidence until the trial was over and then euthanized. The Vicktory Dogs (dogs seized from Michael Vick’s Bad Newz Kennels) changed the way the country looked at fighting dogs. The Fearing Six were the first fighting dogs seized in Ohio that were individually assessed for rehabilitation.

Donna Reynolds and Tim Racer from Bad Rap came to Ohio to assess the six of us. They felt that we all had potential, but the municipal shelter director felt that two of us were just too aggressive and unpredictable to work with, and were humanely euthanized.

Tim and Donna loved me…and said they wished they had room in their program, because they would have taken me in a heartbeat. But there just wasn’t room for me.

The other three dogs quickly got picked up by a Pit Bull Rescue Group. But no one was really interested in me. It might be because of the way I looked……I am a big girl, my eyes kind of bug out, I’m missing half of one ear and the other one has been ribboned. I am scarred over most of my body, and one of my front legs was badly broken and never set, so I kick that leg out to the side when I walk. Maybe it was because I am Babesia positive…which means I have a blood-borne parasite that can be very expensive to treat.

For nine long months I lived at the shelter. The staff was almost ready to give up on me, but the Lucas County Pit Crew believed in me. They started networking me. Some amazing people and groups got involved. Vicktory Dog Oscar’s mom Rachel hosted a fundraiser for my medical costs. Jasmine’s House rescue (named after another Vicktory Dog) pulled me and sent me to Salt Lake City to be fostered while a permanent home was found for me.

My first foster was temporary…just until I could find the right family to live with, and it was not the right fit for me. And since there was no other place available for me, Kate from Jasmine’s House had me boarded at a vet’s in a cage. Every day Kate would come see me and walk me, but she knew that wasn’t a happy place for me to be.

So she reached out to the pit bull network to see if anyone had any ideas. Vicktory Dog Handsome Dan’s mom Heather said, “I have an idea…give me a bit to check something out.” She knew that Vicktory Dog Ray’s parents had just lost another dog. In less than a year, three of their dogs had passed away: two from old age and one to a spleen tumor. Maybe they were ready for another companion.

In Fredonia, AZ, Ray’s parents Kevin and Jacque were feeling that their home was sad and lonely. Ray was unhappy and moping without his lab sister. They had started looking for just the right dog to bring home. They had some criteria they felt were important, given Ray has some special emotional needs. They were looking for a calm, older female dog. Ray has Babesia, so another dog with that parasite would be okay. And they knew they wanted a pit bull terrier type of dog.

Both of Ray’s parents had fallen in love with muscular, blocky-headed dogs. Heather emailed Kevin and asked him, did he think they would be interested in a dog like me?

A week after the 4th of July, Kate and Vicktory Dog Halle’s mom Traci drove me from Salt Lake City all the way to Kanab, UT, to meet Ray and his parents on neutral ground at Best Friends Animal Society’s sanctuary.

Ray’s mom walked him around Angel’s Landing while I walked with Kate. Ray was very aware of me, and kept watching me, but he didn’t bark or lunge at me. That was a very good sign. Ray has problems with dogs that are too interested in him…they scare him. But I am so easy going that I wasn’t threatening to him at all.

Kevin sat in the grass and talked to me, and I rolled over so he could rub my pretty pink tummy. That’s when he found out why I was nicknamed Turtle…when I get on my back I can’t flip back over without help. 🙂 Kevin and Jacque decided I was perfect and could come foster at their house.

So Kate, Traci and I followed them to Kevin and Jacque’s house. They stayed for awhile to make sure I was comfortable there. Kate wanted to make sure that the house was safe for me. Ray’s parents have baby gates installed to keep new dogs separated, and their yard is divided in half with six foot fencing. Kate and Traci gave me a hug and a kiss and left me.

I felt right at home immediately. The house smelled like dogs, and there were fluffy beds, soft couches, marrow bones and toys. I fit in pretty seamlessly. In fact I fit so well that mom called Kate the day after I got there and told her to send the adoption contract. She laughed and said I was a foster failure. I guess that’s good, because she hugged me and said I never had to go anywhere else again.

I do have some quirks my parents had to deal with. I am highly food-motivated and my folks were concerned when they saw how fixated I am on eating. I bolted my dinner so quickly they were afraid for my health. But they figured that out pretty quickly. I get my wet food in a slow-eat bowl and my kibble in a bobble toy. That takes me quite awhile to get all my food out.

I also had a very bad habit of jumping up on people. Mom taught me right away that she wouldn’t look at me if I jumped up. But if I sat down in front of her I got lots of love, kisses and treats. So of course I sit down nicely now! It’s a lot more rewarding than jumping up ever was!

Ray and I take walks together every night. Eventually my parents hope that we can be in the same area together. I have great dog skills, but Ray really doesn’t. Until then we play bow at the baby gate, and get zoomies together. We lick each other’s faces. Someday soon we will be able to play together.

I’m a lover not a fighter. And even though I have health issues that are a reminder of my time when I was forced to defend myself, I am a very happy girl. I have never met a person I didn’t love. My butt wiggles so hard that my tail almost smacks my sides. I even like most dogs….just not the small fluffy ones…..they annoy me. 🙂

I have a wonderful life now. I always have someone with me (I have some pretty severe separation anxiety). I get great meals and treats. I get to have wonderful car rides, and every night I get to snuggle with mom and dad on the bed until it’s time to go to sleep. I’d like to stay there all night, but mom says the bed belongs to the cat at night. I don’t think that’s fair, so every night I play possum when it’s time to go to my crate. Sometimes I even snore. But my eyes keep popping open to see if the parents are buying it.

They haven’t yet.but someday I know they will!

XOXO!
McCaela the Turtle

Parents: Jacqueline & Kevin

Ray, Kanab, UT

My name is Ray, but you probably know me as Ray the Vicktory Dog.

The first thing I want to say is that in many ways I am just like any other dog…although in some ways my story, and that of the other Vicktory Dogs, is truly unique.

In April of 2007, police executed a search warrant on the home of football player Michael Vick in Surrey County, Virginia. They did not expect to find a full dog fighting operation, including more than 50 pit bulls, training equipment and paraphernalia unique to dog fighting. I was one of those dogs.

At the time of our seizure it was a common belief that fighting dogs were beyond redemption and must be euthanized. This time concerned groups and individuals went to the court and convinced the judge to have each dog assessed individually.

It surprised everyone involved when all but one of the dogs passed their evaluation. Many of the dogs went directly into foster care or rescue. The 22 most challenging dogs, including me, went to Best Friends Animal Society’s Sanctuary in Kanab, Utah.

When we arrived at the sanctuary on January 2, 2009, trainers, caregivers and behavioral specialists were on hand to begin assessing and working with us immediately. When one of the caregivers opened my crate, I was so cold, tired and frightened that I crawled up under her coat and nestled under her chin. I am so human-oriented that I turned to a person I didn’t even know for comfort.

It didn’t take long for me to get the reputation of being an overly-excitable goof. I would get so happy when my caregivers would come to see me that I would jump up and grab their clothes, or snatch the leash and run away with it. 😉 Many different people worked with me, trying to help me learn the skills I needed in order to be adopted. But it was very hard for me to learn, because I was just so very excited.

My parents, who worked at the sanctuary in the parrot department, decided to take me on as a project dog. They had worked together with other Vicktory Dogs, and were able to help them pass their court-ordered Canine Good Citizen (CGC) tests, so they could be adopted.

Mom and Dad make an awesome team. Mom’s job was to work with the trainers to teach me the skills I needed to know to pass my CGC. Dad’s job was to be the fun person. Every day he would walk and play with me without any pressure. We walked for miles; sometimes just the two of us and sometimes with another caregiver and dog to help me become less fearful. I have had some bad experiences with other dogs, and they can scare me.

Six years after I was rescued, on August 13, 2013, I passed my CGC, and was ready to be adopted. My parents had to pass a court-ordered Federal background check and meet other requirements before they could take me home. I had to be a foster dog with them for six months before my adoption was final on Valentine’s Day, 2014. I was finally home.

Now I live with a very old cat, 6 parrots and another rescued fighting dog, McCaela the Turtle. My house is noisy and chaotic…but that’s ok, because it’s home. 🙂

It has been a year of firsts, with a lot of things to learn. I needed to learn to wait to relieve myself until I went outside. I had to learn that chairs, rugs, beds and doors were not for chewing and that I didn’t need to gather up everything I could find and stash it in my crate. I learned the joy of stuffies to tear apart, marrow bones, beds, couches, and my favorite thing of all: car rides.

My parents found that I do best with a schedule that doesn’t vary much. I get up, eat, exercise, and play at the same time every day. I know that my training practice with dad happens when mom is doing dishes. I know that dad, mom, Turtle and I will take a long walk at the same time each evening. Routines make me feel safe and happy.

Weekdays I go to work with my mom at the sanctuary. I have a job of my own: to change the hearts and minds of everyone I come into contact with. I greet the visitors to the Parrot Garden. I help teach children about dog fighting and the right way to work with a dog. Each person I meet goes away with a new understanding of pit bulls and the abuse they suffer.

In July my mom and I traveled to South Dakota to help celebrate the end of Breed Discrimination statewide. I attended a ceremony on the steps of the Capital Building, and I helped show that pit bulls are dogs, just like any other dog.

The Vicktory Dogs as a whole have changed the world. We stand for so much more than what we are. We have shown that the heart of a dog can overcome the worst of upbringings…the worst of treatment…the worst that humans can throw at us. We are dogs. We are individuals…and we can love with hearts as big as the world.

Seven years ago we didn’t know the kindness of a human touch. We didn’t know about couches or beds, or stuffies, or leftovers. We didn’t know that butt scratches were the best things ever. But now we do.

And because of us, many, many other dogs have been saved, rehabilitated, and are now enjoying these wonders themselves. Instead of looking back at where we were, we enjoy each new day and celebrate how far we’ve come.

I am Ray the Vicktory Dog. My mom says I’m a naughty little brown dog but I am adored! 🙂

~ Ray

Parents: Jacque & Kevin

Editor’s Note: On May 14th, 2015, Ray underwent a spleen removal surgery at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary. He had several issues, including anemia, high blood pressure and kidney problems. Recent ultra-sounds and X-rays showed his spleen was enlarged and mis-shapened.

Ray had a blood parasite — Babesia, often found in fighting dogs — and the spleen is the filter of the blood for this condition. More than a decade of trying to keep up means the spleen was misfunctioning. After a consultation with all of his vets, his parents made the decision to have Ray’s spleen removed.

Surgery went well but soon after, Ray decided he had enough of this life and crossed over the bridge. We are truly heartbroken as this little brown dog has proven to so many that he — and many like him — is not a monster despite what he was made to do in that sad, dark place.

Run free, Ray.

Rita, Baltimore, MD

“Lovely Rita” is my full name and this is my story and my journey. You will read about some twisted truth — I leave it here so you know everything about my journey.

My story started on April 9th, 2013 in Columbia, MD, when my badly battered body was brought into a shelter. The person who carried me in is a BGE Meter Reader who said he saw something moving in the woods and went to investigate when he came upon me. Sadly, the shelter could not take me in because I needed immediate care.

Luckily, someone at the wonderful shelter named Krystal called her friend Bemo at the Vet Hospital and they told the BGE Meter Reader to immediately bring me there. As soon as I got to the hospital, I was rushed to the back.

I had horrible infections in my face and legs. My right ear was sloughing off my head and the left was barely attached. My whole face was grossly misshapen and smelled so badly of infection. I had a 105 temperature and honestly my caretakers did not think I would make it through the night to have surgery the next day.

The Doctor stabilized me and gave her plenty of pain meds. They were happy to see I did eat the food they offered, so they did have some hope. When Bemo came home that evening she gave me a name so I would not die without one. It just came to her that in tribute to the person who brought me in, I would be become “Lovely Rita Meter Reader” — “Lovely Rita” for short.

My caretakers had also discovered that I had chain collar on with an old rabies tag. You can see it in some of my pictures taken that first day. Bemo took the information home to call the next day on the rabies tag not knowing her colleague Paige was tracking it down also. What they found out was truly sad.

I was purchased at 5 weeks, taken to the vet at 6 weeks, ears cropped at 8 weeks or so. Bemo contacted my previous owner and he came in the next day to sign Lovely Rita over to her. He had given me away because I had gone after their cat. My previous owner did say food was involved but his wife said I had to go. So go I did.

It was only a matter of 2 weeks or so until I was discovered in the shape I was in. I was given to a friend of a friend kind of thing. My caretakers do not know what truly happened to me but it had to be horrific to be found in the shape I was. Something just didn’t seem right… Bemo knows that someone somewhere did treat me. When I was found, I had vet wrap around my neck and one leg. My front legs were shaved as if I would have had Catheters.

I had surgery the very next day after being stabilized. My caretakers says I’m a true wonder. I made it through actually multiple surgeries and sedations to treat me. What you see now is a happy little girl who is willing to move on.

How I ended up in the woods was anybody’s guess; what truly happened was a mystery. Baltimore Bully Crew (BBC), a group Bemo was part of, took me under their care. In spite of all my trauma, I still love people and finds joy in life’s simple things.

BBC does a lot of work with pit bulls like me and they shared my journey to draw attention to the horrors of dogfighting and the danger of rehoming your pet without properly checking the potential new homes.

They were not prepared for the outcome.

After the WBAL TV 11 segment and the 2 radio spots, many people sent emails about me. Through perseverance of my guardians at Baltimore Bully Crews and one very special fan, my true story emerged.

I’ve had several owners: my breeder who did it for monetary gain, my first owner who purchased me so young I had to be bottle fed, my second owner, and then Bemo and Baltimore Bully Crew.

What was discovered is truly troubling and testament to human’s inability to tell the truth. I was given to the one person my caretakers thanked for getting me help. Yes, my second owner was the BGE meter reader who lied and said I was found in a field in Columbia, MD.

What happened has been pieced together. A latch was left open on my kennel in the basement. I popped out and was brutally attacked by the other dogs in the home. For how long and why, nobody knows and may never know.

What my guardians do know is that I was torn apart savagely and almost died from my trauma. I was taken to a Vet Hospital and when it was found what the cost would be, my owner decided it was better to lie and dump me. Remember I was found with vet tape around my neck and legs and my front legs were shaved for catheters? So taking me to the vet was true, but getting me the care I needed never happened until I came into the vet hospital.

This person my guardians all wanted to thank has now become the world’s biggest liar. Why I was so emaciated when I came in shows the lack of care I had. No dog becomes emaciated in such a short amount of time. I was just a “disposable dog” and was never given the chance I should have had.

Taken from my mother at such a young age, left in the backyard by my first owner all day long with nothing but one toy to amuse myself. Given away to someone who promised to care for me but in reality caused me more trauma than any animal should have to suffer. This is how I looked before I was attacked.

My guardians say I am true testament to my breed’s resiliency and will to survive. I’ve suffered much pain and many surgeries to get me where I am now. And I am very lucky; so many others don’t get the chance that I have.

I want to share the truth with everyone. Now I’m just “Lovely Rita” — not “Lovely Rita Meter Maid.” I am moving on with my life and it’s going to be one of love and true caring.

My guardians and I do have a message for anyone who is thinking of re-homing a dog: Please re-home your dog responsibly. Don’t let what happened to me happen to another animal.

~ Lovely Rita

p.s. I am still no longer looking for a forever home. Here’s my quick stat:

• I’m 2 years old
• I lost one ear and have the other very badly damaged, but it does not slow me down ONE BIT!! I can hear just fine 🙂
• I love soccer balls and basketballs
• I also LOVE my swimming pool and playing with water
• I’m working on touching up my basic commands and walking on a leash without pulling
• I need to be the only pet in the home (no dogs or cats)

Please contact Baltimore Bully Crew at baltimorebullycrew@gmail.com to adopt me. They will do meet and greets only with approved application, and home checks and adoption contracts are required.

Thank you for adopting instead of buying!

Editor’s Note: On 10/27/2014, Rita’s forever home was found and she will be queen of the castle! From her guardian Bemo:

“Her foster home gave her much love and time to overcome her trauma. Dogs that have gone through what Lovely Rita did, need time to heal, physically and emotionally, she received that and more. Her Journey is still ongoing and let it show you that any animal that has gone through what Lovely Rita has gone through, can and will overcome. She is a true Underdog to Wonderdog and she loves each and every one of you for loving and caring about her. Thank you.”

Jude, Anderson, IN

My name is Jude. I’m a rescued Pittie.

I was brought to The Animal Protection League (APL) in Indiana on Friday, February 15th, 2014. I was recorded as a “stray.” I was too weak to walk, and so was carried back to my kennel.

I had no muscle or fat left on my body, I couldn’t remember the last time I ate (I weighed a whopping 23 lbs.) and I was terrified. My legs were brown from standing in my own mess for so long. My toes were splayed out from living in a crate too small for me. My ears were frostbitten from the cold Indiana winter. My tail had been frostbitten as well, but I’d chewed that part off. There were pressure sores all over my body, mostly on my behind.

No one touched me much for a couple of days, because they thought I was fragile. I’d snapped at a couple workers, but I didn’t really mean it. I was just scared, I promise!

On Sunday, some really nice volunteers came in and looked at me. They were so sad and angry because of what had happened to me. Upon further investigation by shelter workers and volunteers, they discovered that whoever had brought me in had lied. There was snow on the ground and if I were a stray, my paws would’ve been clean.

The volunteers called me “Apollo.” One of the volunteers, Savannah, sat in my kennel with me. She was so nice, and let me climb on her. She was really warm, and I laid on her lap. Her eyes started leaking, so I kissed them.

I was so dehydrated and weak I could barely stand by myself. She held me tight and told me how handsome I was. Her fingertips ran all down my body in disbelief. I kissed her more. She spoke to the other volunteers and talked to the director at APL and Savannah and the others rushed me to the vet. I didn’t go before because I had been doing better, but I got worse between Saturday and Sunday.

I spent a whole week at the vet! (No wonder I do not like them now.) They bathed me and fed and watered me and I started feeling better! After that, I came back to the shelter. I was no longer fighting for my life. I wasn’t dehydrated anymore. But some of the staff were scared that after all I’d gone through that I would “turn.”

My lack of trust for other people soon was taking its toll. I was food protective; after all, I had been starved. Sometimes I snapped at the workers if I thought they would take my food. I didn’t really trust anyone but Savannah.

I always behaved myself when Savannah was there because if I acted up she might not bring me treats! She always sat in my kennel with me when she was there, and gave me lots of love and treats.

Months go by and no foster homes had stepped up for me. I stayed at APL until May, when I finally had gotten a foster home.. with guess who? Savannah! She brought me home May 6th.

I stayed in her home as a foster until June 26th… when she adopted me! Savannah is now my mommy and I have a place to call home which I share with my fur sibling, Nutmeg.

I now weigh about 53 lbs and I have a new name: Jude “Apollo”! I still have scars, but we believe that scars are just a map showing what you’ve gone through and what you’ve accomplished. I still sit in Mom’s lap like I did at the shelter, and she still tells me how beautiful I am and how good I’ve healed.

Some people still scare me if they go too fast with me, but I’m such a love bug! I love car rides and getting good boy fries after the V-E-T. I go on nice walks in the park, or just around my apartment complex. But overall, my favorite thing is FOOD!

My name is Jude, and thanks for reading my story!

p.s. You can follow my new life on Facebook, Jude “Apollo”: Mind Changer

Parent: Savannah

Lila, South Pasadena, CA

Hello, Friends! My name is Lila—mommy tells me it means “dark-haired beauty” in Arabic, and every time somebody stops to tells us how pretty/cute, and/or gorgeous I am (which is quite often), she tells them that I “know it!”

While according to mom I am a very beautiful girl (she often calls me “Lovely Lila”), this would not have happened had it not been for the help of an organization called Poverty’s Pets in Phoenix, AZ. (Note: while I hide my pit well, I am actually an Italian greyhound (IG), black lab, pit mix.)

I was one of five born in the litter, and only one of two that survived. Born into a neglectful and abusive family, my surviving brother was neglected, whereas I was neglected and severely abused (I don’t want to get into details because this note is to make you happy, not sad). I was finally rescued when the “family” lost their home and we were turned loose to fend for ourselves on the streets of Phoenix.

At this point in my life, I was soooooo scared of every human, and it took Poverty’s Pets MONTHS before they caught me on a hot August day—I had literally evaded them for the longest time until I finally collapsed because my body was on the verge of death.

My rescuers took me in and gave me the necessary medical treatment, though they did not expect me to live through the night because of how bad of shape I was in. However, I am a “fighter” and lived through the night, and the next, and the next. It was a long process to physically recover, but emotionally recovering is still an on-going process—though I continue to progress at a very fast rate!

I eventually bonded with my foster mom and four-legged foster siblings, but would NOT let another two-legged person touch me…they simply terrified me! When my now mom inquired about me, she received two 20-minute phone calls from Poverty’s Pets discussing all my issues at length, her response was, “I am currently the volunteer basketball coach of 10 crazy little seven and eight boys, I have the patience of a saint! And besides, dogs and babies LOVE me!”

She pushed for a visit saying, “It won’t hurt to meet her.” However, despite the fact that “dogs and babies love her,” she showed up with toys and treats…just in case…

During her visit, I was sooooo scared of her!!! And after an hour walk, she was sitting in the grass with her feet out in front of her, talking to my rescuer/foster mom, debating if she wanted to take on such a challenging dog. Our ONLY true interaction during this visit was during the time my mommy was sitting in the grass…I came up to her and licked her big toe…and walked away.

While this may not seem significant to most, this moment was what made her decide to take me on as her own! Because two days prior, she had gotten out of a boot and a cast (she had broken the toe I licked) and in that moment she recognized that I knew what was broken with her and consequently, she wanted to give me the chance to heal what was broken with me.

The first few weeks and months were a challenge! I went from having a doggie door at my foster and being able to hide behind my foster siblings, to having some strange lady standing over me while I was on a leash on our daily walks—I tended to use the corner of the living room for “relief” over the grass on our walks. Mommy kept telling me how expensive this thing called “Nature’s Miracle” was, yet she kept buying it by the gallon to clean up after me!

I eventually bonded with mommy and when I did, the Nature’s Miracle bill ceased! But I was still VERY SLOW in even getting near anyone else. Mommy did and continues to push my limits, and now while I am still a bit shy and prefer to approach people on my own terms, I allow people to pet me and I LOVE going to lunch, dinner, or wherever I possibly can with mommy and her friends!

In fact, I’ve been tackled by these little beings called toddlers on numerous occasions, and don’t mind! I’ve also ridden in elevators full of people without reacting, and have mastered this thing called an “escalator.” These other people, called adults, seem to always give me treats and compliment how cute I am!

While I may still be a bit shy with people, I am AMAZING with other dogs and animals, but don’t always realize that not all doggies like me (and mommy takes great care in protecting me from those dogs that are not friendly). Heck, before her passing, I even made friends with a little pet rat named “Ratty Pants.” I knew she was ill, so I’d just lick her as she curled up in my haunches—I wanted to let her know that I loved her and would protect her.

Mommy tells me how happy I make her every single morning and takes me on as many adventures as possible to push my limits and continue to get me to open up. Mommy and I have been together for four and a half years now and on our four-year anniversary, we took a photo that has me thinking about truly transitioning from a rescued puppy to a rescue puppy!

Despite being with mommy for so long now, I continue to amaze her and her friends with my progress—I never seem to plateau! While becoming a therapy dog may be a bit out of reach, mommy and I are hoping that one day I will receive my K-9 good citizen award—this being a testament to the progress I have made!

Thanks to my rescuers and all those who have shown me love and patience over the years! I am happy, I am healthy, I am incredibly intelligent, I am goofy and playful beyond imagination, and I’m clumsy (which makes mommy laugh). Basically, I’m what mommy calls “the whole package.” 🙂

To those of you who may hesitate to take on a shy/fearful dog, I encourage you to give them a chance! Us shy dogs oftentimes have more love to give than you could even anticipate/imagine! We just need someone(s) we love and trust to open up to.

Goooooo shy doggies!

Love,
Lila

Parent: Rachel

Xena, Johns Creek, GA

Hi! My name is Xena. I’m very lucky I get to tell you about my journey to the wonderful life I lead today.

I don’t remember much of my past except that my story begins in September 2012. I had collapsed in someone’s yard in Delkab County, Georgia. I was a four-month-old skeletal puppy, cold to the touch, and teetering on the edge of death.

I was taken to the local shelter where the staff gasped at the sight of me. All who saw my frail, emaciated body were shocked that I was still breathing. My skin was stretched tightly over my bones, my eyes sunken into my skull, my nose scabbed over, and every bone in my body jabbed out.

I weighed a pathetic 5.6 pounds and looked more like a corpse. Chrissy Kaczynski, a co-founder of Friends of DeKalb Animals (FODA) and an employee at the local shelter, stepped up for me. She had been doing rescue for more than 12 years and she had never seen a dog my age in that sort of condition. She didn’t think I would survive the night…

I was rushed to the vet for emergency care. The vet guessed that I had been caged and starved for the first part of my short life. I was given a 1% chance of survival, but with the care of my foster parents Chrissy and Aaron, I grew strong and healthier. I was called a “miracle dog.”

My remarkable return to health prompted my foster mom to name me “Xena the Warrior Puppy.” FODA created a Facebook page to document my miraculous recovery. Within weeks, the page had been shared by thousands of people. Donations to my rescuers began to pour in from around the world.

My life had already changed for the better, but the best part was still to come!

In November 2012, I was healthy enough to finally go out in public and hang out at a FODA fundraiser for abused animals, using my charm and story to support other animals in need. I even dressed up for the event that day: a bright flower collar and a cute little blue and pink sweater. I was excited to meet all of my Facebook friends in person. 🙂

I had a blast meeting everyone that day, but one family stuck out in particular.

I spotted a young boy and his father from across the shelter and something about this little boy interested me. I bolted from another lady that I had just met, and ran straight for the boy, tail wagging and tongue a-flying for kisses to be given. I could tell that he was special, just like me.

I wanted to show him all the love that had been giving to me when I was first found. We pitbull types are known for our love, for our compassion, and I wanted to share this with the little boy. No one else at the event mattered from that point on. The only one who mattered to me was this little boy, and I was the one that mattered to him.

I later found out that one of my Facebook followers, Linda Hickey, had brought her family to meet me at the event. She had followed me from the first news broadcast, and had been considering adopting me into their family, especially for her son, the little boy I had fallen in love with: Jonny.

I heard Linda say words like “special needs” when she spoke about Jonny. I knew from my time with FODA that I had been labeled “special needs” from my past, so I knew that I didn’t want to leave Jonny’s side. We were destined to be together.

On February 11, 2013, I rode to my forever home with Jonny and his family, in my boy’s lap. I listened to his soothing, sweet voice as we rode to my new home, together. He was chatting away, petting me, loving me. I haven’t left his side since that day.

I didn’t know how incredibly special that was for Jonny. Our parents always talk about how Jonny was not very social, would not speak, wouldn’t touch food, but I don’t think my boy could ever be that way. He is so outgoing with me, showing me the compassion that I need. My mom said Jonny has a very limited vocabulary but since I came to live with them, Jonny has not stopped talking. He talks to me all the way home from school, during homework and afterwards he plays with me until dinner.

My family officially adopted me on March 25, 2013, and I became a forever member of this family — their third rescue dog. My foster parents were there too for this new chapter of my life and I could tell they were proud of me.

I still don’t know exactly what “special needs” means, but I know that I am special, Jonny is special, I need him and he needs me. If that’s what special needs is, then we have it covered! Jonny helps cook for me and my doggie siblings, he reads to me, he plays the piano for me. And he loves singing for me. Here’s a video of Jonny singing “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” from Pixar’s Toy Story. 🙂

I needed a special boy like him, and he needed me.

Jonny is constantly reassuring me with his touch. People often don’t realize how special that is. Like many children with autism, Jonny has personal space issues and he doesn’t like to have anyone too close. So my mom always gets teary eyed when she sees me on his lap in the car with him smiling, kissing and hugging me. My family has spent thousands of dollars on therapy for Jonny, and my mom believes that on February 11th, when he met me in our family room, the best therapy in the world was standing in front of her.

Sometimes people look at us differently, me because I am a bully breed, and Jonny for his “autism” but that doesn’t matter to either of us. We are together and we have a bond that no one can break. I love my Jonny unconditionally and he loves me. We have both grown together, conquering our issues, together.

With the support and voice of Jonny, we won the Dog of The Year from the ASPCA. We went to the award ceremony in New York City and Jonny even got on stage! 🙂 We are currently in the running for the Hero Dog Award with the American Humane Association after winning the Emerging Hero Dog category.

We walked in support rallies for companion animals and children and promoted awareness of autism and animal cruelty. In April 2014, we made a video to promote Autism Awareness Month and Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Month — I’m so proud of how confident Jonny has become.

My parents are still in disbelief that so many people love us. And the media too! We’ve been featured on NBC’s Today.com, Nightly News with Jill Rappaport, 11Alive.com (where they captured the moment when I first met Jonny), the Daily Mail and CNN!

I cannot imagine my life without my family, without Jonny. I want the world to know that I love my boy with all my heart and would do anything for him. Jonny said it best, “I think we make a pretty perfect team to spread the word to be nice to animals, and nice to kids like me.”

I would do anything for Jonny. Our lives may have been hard but we have each other to lean on. I’m here to help him be the person he wants to be and together, we are on a mission to spread education about the challenges faced by persons with special needs. I ran my first Autism Speaks 5k in honor of my Jonny and was the top fundraiser thanks to all my friends, the Xena Nation. We had a great time meeting lots of new friends and lots of our Facebook friends.

We are also on a mission to advocate for abused and neglected animals because I wouldn’t be here if FODA didn’t rescue me and my foster parents didn’t nurtured me back to health, giving me a chance to live this wonderful life. Thanks to my rescuers, foster parents and forever family, I have a chance to take part in a miraculous story of survival, friendship, love and hope.

My name is Xena The Warrior Puppy, and I have the best life any dog could dream of.

XXOO, Xena

Parents: Linda & Grant

Braveheart, Benton, LA

Hi! My name is Braveheart and I have one heck of a story to tell.

Back in September 11, 2013, I was found barely hanging on to life, in an abandoned, unventilated metal hot box of a storage unit in Shreveport, Louisiana. The daily temperatures at that time in Shreveport were reaching close to 100 degrees. This was not a climate-controled unit but instead a metal building with concrete floors and no ventilation.

The man renting the unit had skipped on rent so the facility owners came a week or so later to remove the lock and any property inside. They opened the door to the storage unit, and saw me…

I was extremely malnourished, lying on the cold hard concrete, chained to a car. There was no food, water nor bedding. I didn’t move a muscle; I couldn’t. One look at me and the woman had assumed I had already perished.

She wasn’t far off; I was dying, physically and mentally defeated, and was at her mercy. When she came over to pick me up, I mustered the last bit of energy I had to blink, to signal that I was alive and desperately needing her help. Luckily she saw my blink and I was rushed to a local animal emergency clinic where my fight for survival continued.

I was only hours if not minutes from death. I could only move my eyes…yet somehow I survived. I was four months old and weighed a mere 8 pounds. Someone who played a critical role in my recovery stated, “human hands did this, human hands should fix it.” I was given lifesaving medical care immediately and a miracle happened: I began healing. And I was named…Braveheart.

I went through so much as a young pup, but I still had more to battle.

I was given IV fluids, a blood transfusion, and many more life-saving treatments, many more than I can remember. A police report was filed with the local department and animal control was notified. TSR LA Baby Mommas, a local rescue that focuses on puppies like me — on the brink of death and in desperate need of around the clock monitoring and care — came to my aid.

They helped to find my foster family, Ronda and Bo, who took me in after two long, hard weeks at the veterinary ER. I was unsure at first, but in need of constant care, and what a better foster family than one with Ronda, a vet tech who could take me to work every day! My recovery was closely monitored and my health care was very aggressive.

I only weighed 8 pounds when I was found and I spent every ounce of my eight pounds continuing to fight for my life. And boy did I fight!

I was given the best of everything, but what I enjoyed most is getting to know my foster family. I suddenly had three foster brothers who saw me for what I was, a little puppy in need of some brotherly love! 🙂 As my strength grew, they would play with me and encourage me to be the puppy I was meant to be.

My foster dad was amazed with my recovery. He told my rescuers, “Two weeks ago he could not lift his little head. One week ago he could not walk more than a few steps with out falling. Today he is running with tail waggin. He is still very unsure. He has got to be thinking this is all too good to be true and when are bad things gonna start happening to him again. Newsflash to Brave. NO BAD STUFF GONNA EVER HAPPEN AGAIN. His confidence will grow and he will emerge out of his shell an amazing creature. Got to be a reason this pup held on when all hope seemed lost. I think he knows what it is too. Go Brave Go.”

My foster family accepted me into their arms (and paws), helped me physically and emotionally, to make it through the trauma of my previous life. As any puppy would do, I clung tightly to those few around me that I trusted.

As Caddo Parish Animal Control (CAC) prepared to start an investigation into my abandonment case, my foster parents wanted to represent me, to share everything that they could about my case with animal control. When they went to meet with CAC, it was another story.

CAC wanted me as evidence, as property, in the investigation. “We thought that we were going in there to give them everything they need to prosecute who did this to him and we did. But they said they need to seize Braveheart because he’s the Parish’s property until the investigation is finished,” my foster mom reported.

How was I property? We were all so devastated! I was in a safe environment, with a loving family, growing more confident and physically stronger each and every day. How could I be surrendered as evidence, in an investigation?

On October 9, 2013, NBC 6 was doing a story of me when Animal Control showed up and forced my foster parents to give me away. The camera was rolling, capturing how devastated my foster parents were. They held me tight, repeatedly kissed me, letting me know that they loved me.

My foster parents didn’t want to give me up, and I didn’t want to lose them, but CAC said that if we wanted justice to be served, then I had to give up my new life, give up my family and go into their possession.

I remember pressing my nose into my foster mom’s lips as she kissed me goodbye. I didn’t know if I would ever see them again, but knew that they were my family and I didn’t want to leave the safety of my family.

CAC held a press conference right after and said that I was going to be held there for 15 days and my previous “owner” can actually post bail and get me back! I was in isolation and NO ONE could visit me. The CAC Director lied to my foster mom and refused her visit with me when he had previously guaranteed she could see me!

It was terrifying to be stuck in a metal cage, all alone in a strange place, away from the only people who have been taking care of me for the past month. My heartbroken foster dad pleaded to, “We need help. Take a minute and help us.”

My foster parents, TSR LA Baby Mommas and my supporters across the country spoke out against my detention, filing a petition to have me returned to my family. There were planned protest to be held and many people contacted the CAC Director and the Mayor for Shreveport to demand my release. My story even made it on the news!

The mounting pressure works! On October 10, 2013, I was released back into the care of my foster family. Not only were we reunited, but my previous owner also turned himself in!

My foster parents and I agreed to never be parted again, so on October 11, 2013, they signed my adoption papers at the Caddo Parish Animal Control. I have a FUREVER mommy & daddy!!

My dad wrote, “We are fosters. It is what we do. We love animals. However me and Ronda decided when they took him that we would GET HIM BACK AND KEEP HIM FOREVER.” I finally had my forever home with the two people who had promised to “be my voice” from the moment they took me in. They also promised that no bad stuff ever happened to me again, and they kept that promise!

During the first 13 days home from CAC, I gave my parents several scares: I had returned home with ear mites, had diarrhea, and tested positive for Coccidia, Hookworms, Whipworms, kennel cough. There was even a scare of possible Parvo (later to everyone’s relief, negative). My family and I were on edge for some time, but I finally received the all-clear on my health.

My life now is far from that abandoned dog, left to die in a metal box. I’ve gained 35 pounds in 5 months, doing great and have made nearly a full recovery. I have my big brother Ray Ray, who I stick beside all the time, and I even became a big foster brother myself in December 2013. I have triumphed over my past life and much of my fears of humans. I still have some emotional scars that may never go away, but I know I’m safe now.

I am now an ambassador for my breed, my rescue, and abused animals, just like me. My parents take me to events with TSR LA Baby Mommas and charity events by The Running Dogs. I am so popular I’ve even had my picture taken with class of first-graders! 🙂

I want to bring awareness to people near and far, to share my tale of being on death’s doorstep, to lying across the laps of my forever family and my big brother, Ray Ray. My family and I want to advocate adoption over purchasing pets from breeders, and continue our fight, paw in hand, against animal cruelty across the country.

I am Braveheart and I am loved.

XOXO,
Brave

p.s. My abuser’s trial is still on-going, almost a year after I was rescued. He has plead not guilty and the ADA has informed both the judge and defense there will be NO plea deals. The judge has also agreed to a sentencing hearing if he pleads guilty. This type of abuse to any animal with no meaningful penalty needs to be stopped.

You can follow the development on my Facebook page, A Voice for Braveheart, and support my family’s fight to demand harsher punishments to animal abusers. Together, we are the voice of change for abandoned, abused and neglected animals all over the world!

Parents: Bo & Ronda Spataro

Editor’s note: On March 20, 2015, Braveheart’s abuser was handed his sentence: 6 months jail suspended, 8 months supervised probation, 1 year unsupervised probation and can not own any animals while under probation. The ADA actually said it was one of the toughest sentences she had ever seen handed down for a misdemeanor. We fight on! While we were certainly hoping for more the judge was more than fair and gave him everything the law allowed and then some!

Rambo, Winston-Salem, NC

Hi! I’m Rambo. I was a stray. Nobody knew me until I was hit by a car on July 4th, 2013.

It happened at night. A lady who had seen me around her home saw a dog lying in the road and stopped. The lady that ran me over had turned around to check on me and together, they were able to get me into a car and out of the road.

Ruff Love Rescue was contacted and decided to check up on me. When they arrived I was so still they were afraid I had passed. It was dark but finally they saw me breathe. When a dab of food was put under my nose with some pain meds, I gobbled it up. Then they gave me a name: Rambo.

July 4th is a day of celebration and independence. It was a rainy night so there were no firework celebrations. A woman who had been following Ruff Love Rescue for a while decided to go on the computer and came across Ruff Love Rescue’s post about how I had been hit by a car.

My picture broke her heart. It showed me lying in a dog house, blood pouring from my face. There were pleas and people posting all over their page to ‘save’ me, to get me into an emergency veterinarian as soon as possible. This woman did the same.

The following morning I was taken to a veterinarian hospital. Head surgery was first because my skull was exposed! In the 48 hours after my surgery, my prognosis was not good. I had brain swelling, my left eye literally rolling around the socket (the vet indicated she had ‘never seen anything like it’). All indications were I would lose permanent vision from that eye. Next, my liver enzymes were off the chart and I was extremely anemic. Oh and I was tested for worms/parasites and was determined one of the worst ‘cases’ of each, including Heartworms.

There were many prayers, well wishes going up for me during this time. This woman offered to ‘foster’ me if I made it. Within 96 hours and lots of prayers; this boy was walking on a leash, brain swelling coming down and passed a vision test!! 🙂

On July 16, I was released from the hospital and came into my foster home. When I got out of the van she could not believe what she saw; the pictures were nothing compared to the dog that stood before her.

I was so skinny, the white on my fur was grey, I smelled so bad, my head wound was oozing, so much of my body scabbed and there was a bag full of medicine I needed. Yet, I stood and wagged my tail! Sue, the founder of RLR was there to help with the introduction of my two fur foster siblings. I immediately made myself at home and was great with them. 🙂

During the next few days, my foster mom noticed that I was so afraid I wouldn’t be fed that I ate so fast it would make me sick. She got me a slow feeder bowl. She also gave me baths to clean my fur, and for weeks she could ‘pick’ gravel from my body.

She would clean my head and put the crème, give my meds for elevated liver enzymes, antibiotics and pills for anemia, and I would sit like a gentle soul, wanting nothing but love.

Next was Heartworm treatment; with my weakened body there was concern how I would do with the treatments so they were divided into 3 rounds. For 60 days, I was not able to ‘play, run or do’ what healthy dogs can. I was crated during the day and perfectly content lying next to my foster mom in the evenings. She said I did amazing. 🙂

After months of special crème, my wounds are healing nicely. My liver enzyme and anemia labs have checked out “perfect” and I have gained MANY pounds! I had one final challenge to face: closing the wound on my head.

After nine months, it had finally granulated all that it could. I love to run and play ball, unfortunately when I barely bumped my head on something, the wound still bled. For me to have a real chance at being a dog, the surgery had to be done.

I came through the surgery fine like all the other obstacles I’ve experienced in my life. (I did have to wear the cone for a while because it was itchy and my foster mom didn’t want me to get to the healing wound.)

I am a Fighter and Survivor on a ‘mission!’ My foster mom and rescue plan to have me train as a therapy dog. I think I’d like that. 🙂

On July 4th, 2014, I received many save day/birthday wishes!! No words could express how thankful we were. I’ve said this many times and it is true: I have the BEST friends in the whole world!! And I got a little cupcake when I woke up! To top it off, we got to meet with the local newspaper that will be featuring an article on me. What a busy day!

My favorite part came later that night. This 4th of July, the night was clear. When the Fireworks started I refused to go in the bathroom with my fur siblings. (I thought I was getting a bath! LOL!) Instead, I went out on the deck with my foster mom and together we watched the fireworks.

I was just glad to be with her and maybe more thankful that one year ago tonight; I wasn’t fighting for my life!!

I was even featured in American Dog Magazine! 🙂 A “Happily Ever After” story. I think that was pretty incredible for a stray dog who just a year ago had no one who cared about.

My journey is not over and we are so grateful for the outpouring of love all over the world for me. Our motto to ‘educate before you discriminate’ and ‘please consider being a foster or adopter of a rescue or shelter pet.’ There are so many that have not been able to share their story like me.

XOXO,
Rambo, A True Miracle

Foster mom: Kim

Ruby Sue, Salt Lake City, UT

Hi! My name is Ruby Sue and I’m a 8-month-old Pitbull puppy.

I was born with a serious birth defect called a cleft lip and palate. My cleft lip just makes me extra cute (if I do say so myself), but the cleft palate caused me major problems. No matter how much I tried to nurse from my momma, I couldn’t get enough milk. I was so hungry! And when I did try to nurse, I kept getting milk in my lungs.

The breeder tried to feed me with a syringe, but I wasn’t getting enough and my lungs were getting sicker. When I was 5 days old, she contacted the Utah Animal Advocacy Foundation, a local rescue group that specializes in rescuing animals with serious medical conditions, and that’s when I met my foster mom.

The vet told her that I was severely malnourished and was suffering from aspiration pneumonia. Things were looking pretty bad for me at that point, and the vets were even saying that maybe it was best to let me go to Rainbow Bridge. 🙁

But I wasn’t ready to go! Even though I was so tired and sick, I lifted my head and started sucking on my foster mom’s finger. She says that’s the moment she knew I was a fighter and that she would do everything she could to help me survive.

My mom started giving me antibiotics and feeding me every couple hours with a special tube that she put down my throat and into my tummy. I didn’t like that much at first, but then I realized it was a magic tube! Every time I saw that tube, I knew my tummy would soon be warm and full.

Because of the large hole in the roof of my mouth (cleft palate), mom had to feed me that way until I was old enough for my cleft palate surgery.

A week before my 4-month birthday, mom and I flew all the way from Salt Lake City, Utah, to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, so the experts at the University of Pennsylvania Veterinary School could repair my cleft palate. I was pretty nervous, but everything went great!

Just hours after surgery, I was able to eat canned puppy food for the very first time. And boy oh boy, do I ever LOVE puppy food! I’ve been eating like a champ and growing like a weed ever since.

So, that’s my story. After everything we’d been through together, my foster mom and I realized we were meant to be together forever. We adopted each other on June 7, 2014 and haven’t looked back. 🙂

I have a Facebook page called “For the Love of Ruby” and I am so lucky to call more than 17,000 amazing people my friends! People from all over the world have supported me on my journey and now it’s my turn to pay it forward.

I’ve been attending adoption events and fundraisers to help the other animals waiting for homes with the Utah Animal Advocacy Foundation. And I’ve been studying really hard in my puppy classes so that I can become a registered therapy dog.

Mom says there are children with cleft lips and cleft palates just like me, and that maybe I can help them see that it’s cool to be different!

Kids are my absolute favorite things in the whole entire world, so I can’t wait to get out there and start spreading the love.

XOXO,
Ruby Sue

p.s. That last picture is of me and my foster sis, Aroha. She was born with a spinal deformity and her back legs don’t work very good. But she is learning to use a wheelchair and now she can run almost as fast as me! Check out her gorgeous photo here.

She is the happiest girl I’ve ever met. She is only 10 months old and has her whole life ahead of her! Can you help us share her story and find her a forever home of her very own? She comes with free kisses and cuddles for life! Thanks, friends!

Parent: Jenn

Lucy, North Bellmore, NY

My name is Lucy. My story begins when I was 7 months old.

I was abandoned and taken in by the Town of Hempstead Animal Shelter. I was very shy and extremely scared around the staff as well as the other dogs, but the people took very good care of me. I was very underweight and the caring people gave me lots of food but I really didn’t eat that much. Since I was so afraid, I was put in a crate in the hallway so I away from the loud dogs and in a slightly quieter area. But I was so lonely. There I sat, sadly wondering what I did so wrong to be abandoned.

Lucky for me, a few weeks later my mom and dad came into the shelter. They had always wanted a dog, but lived in an apartment where no pets were allowed. As soon as they moved into their own house they were ready to welcome a dog into their home.

As they walked through the rooms at the shelter seeing all these wonderful dogs, they noticed that most of them were pit bulls or a pit mix. My parents had heard the stereotypes and had reservations about adopting a pit bull. At the time they knew very little about the breed. When they finally made it over to my crate, they tried to talk to me, but I just kept my head down.

My mom and dad asked why I was so timid, but since I was abandoned, no one knew what had happened to me before my arrival. It broke their heart to see the sadness and fear on my face. One of the nice staff members let my parents take me outside and walk me around. I was suddenly alive with excitement to be outdoors. I sniffed everything around me and jumped up and down. My mom and dad saw this enthusiasm in me and right away knew I was the dog for them.

The night that mom and dad took me home was an interesting one for all of us. I walked around very hesitant. I took slow steps, sniffed around, and kept looking behind me to see if my parents were still there. I was given food, which I ate right away.

My parents then gave me a toy ball with a rope attached to chew on. It was my first toy!! There I lay down contently on the soft rug chewing on my first toy in this new wonderful place. 🙂

The next morning I ran around the house very excited to explore this interesting new place. My dad was following me around as I went from room to room. Suddenly, my mom came into the room with a surprised look on her face and said to dad, “I’m pregnant!” After the initial excitement and shock sunk in, my parents turned to me with a look of concern on their face. I wasn’t even in the home for 12 hours and already was going to have a two-legged sibling – not to mention the first baby for mom and dad!

My parents were still trying to get past their concerns with owning a pit bull, but now there would be a baby arriving soon. The following few weeks I met many of my new family and friends. I was so very excited to meet everyone that came over. I would jump up on them to say hello and lick them to introduce myself, but so many of them were scared of me. Some were too scared to come near me. 🙁

Once mom and dad announced they were having a baby, some people said that I had to go; that it was dangerous and irresponsible to have a pit bull in the house with a baby. There were arguments about my presence and again I was confused. What did I do so wrong?

My parents discussed it and decided that they couldn’t send me back to the shelter. The thought of me sitting in my crate with that sad look on my face was not an option in their mind. They decided they would help get me ready for the arrival of my sibling.

We started with introductory obedience lessons. Guess what…I was really good at them! So good that I finished at the top of my class. I then moved on to the intermediate level, which I also exceled at. It turns out that I am a great listener (most of the time) and very smart. My mom and dad were so proud and even invited family members to my graduation classes.

Over the months we took long walks in parks to acclimate me being around different people, and visited lots of dog parks so that I could interact with other dogs. A few months later my sister, Juliet, arrived.

Juliet is now 10 months old and we just celebrated my second birthday in June. In the beginning, we would stare at each other wondering what the other was. She would sleep in her crib and I would lay there watching her. As months passed she began interacting with me more.

Every morning I join mom and dad to go wake Juliet up in her crib. She rolls over, smiles at me, and reaches her hand out, which I lick (my way of saying good morning). I follow her as she crawls and love it when she pets me. Sometime she pulls my tail a little, but it doesn’t bother me.

Mom and dad will explain to her how she needs to be nice and pet me gently, but she’s just a baby. I have a lot of patience with her – she is my sister! We have grown to be best friends! The same people that told mom and dad to get rid of me are so surprised to see how easy going I am with my sister. I actually act differently around Juliet, like I know how fragile she is.

We are a family! Mom and dad treat me like I am one of their babies. My family and friends come over to visit all the time and love to play with me. They say that I’ve changed the way they think about pit bulls – how awesome is that?! Already I have changed the way some people think about pit bulls.

I am loved. Isn’t that what every dog wants…just to be loved? I am happy to say I have found it!

My name is Lucy. I am a daughter, a sister, and a great friend! I am not a monster!

~Lucy

Parent: Danielle

Tillie, Providence, RI

“They could chain me, starve me.
They could breed me, fight me.
They could beat me, neglect me.
They could not break me.”

My name is Tillie. I am a #367 Survivor.

In August 2013, law enforcement and dog advocacy agents rescued 367 dogs in the second largest dog-fighting raid in U.S. history which spanned across Alabama, Mississippi, Georgia and Texas. Federal and local agents also seized firearms and drugs and $500,000 in cash from dogfighting gambling that took place over the course of a three-year investigation.

I was one of the 367 dogs.

We were held as evidence and housed at the HSUS temporary facility. There were a lot of people who came to take care of us, clean our kennels and socialize us. Humans would come in pairs to scrub the kennels, hose in hand. They would greet each one of us but quickly moved on to the next kennel. Some of us were excited to see the humans, some were shut down, some just looked at the humans and lay their heads back down.

One of these humans was Heather. She was on her first deployment to this facility and she worked with another volunteer to clean the kennels. She made her rounds throughout the facility, meeting many of us dogs there.

Then she saw me.

She froze, dead in her tracks. I was lying on a raised bed. My tan body old and tired and she could see golf ball-sized tumors running the length of my mammary chain. I struggled to stand, and slowly walked toward her, stopping at the gate to my kennel.

My front legs were bowed out; chain broke slowly over years under the weight of my heavy chain. I was in the worst shape medically of any dog in the place. I was heartworm positive, riddled with tumors, chain broke legs, and extremely underweight. My body showed the years of living on the end of that heavy mental chain outside, cold and hungry, and being used as a breeding machine.

But she saw me. She saw that my face was wise and kind. I was quiet, slow and searching for acceptance. She knelt down to me and stroked my face and side through the chain link. I am not sure how long we stayed like that, in complete silence, holding soft eye contact.

We were startled back to the present moment when her human partner yelled from the outside that she was ready for her to pull open the guillotine door that would let me into the outside portion of my run so that she could enter and clean the inside. Heather quickly wiped away her tears and stood up. By the time the guillotine door open, I was gone from her sight.

Later that day, Heather came back and talked to me. She then opened my kennel door and slipped the leash around my neck. Many of us dogs were so shut down we needed to be carried while some would walk tentatively and others would pull with all their might.

Not me. To Heather’s surprise, I cheerfully exited my kennel and walked with her through the long corridors and through several doors until we were up at the front office.

The volunteers and staff took a special time to greet me — they do for each dog brought into the office. We are survivors and they treated us as such. I stopped to greet each person and then they put me into a small private office reserved for dogs with the worse conditions. Dogs like me.

Heather and the other volunteer also gave me a name: Tillie. 🙂

The next days she would spend any extra time she could sitting on the floor with me in my small office. I have no idea why anyone would feel sad for me. I love to say hi to people; whenever I saw someone come into view, I started the process of getting up off my bed to walk to the door. I was slow and old but I would try nonetheless. The staff finally decided to close the top half of the door so I could not see people outside of her room, just so I could rest.

And I needed the rest. I was not doing so good. I urinated lot and all over my office. Heather was worried I was in renal failure. And my tumors looked bad.

But at the end of the week, Heather left. She didn’t even say goodbye… I thought she saw my unbreakable spirit, but I was used to being disappointed by humans.

One month later, Heather came back to see me!! I was wiggly and happy to see her. Heather didn’t think I remembered her but I did!

I had gained weight and had settled into the routine. Heather would visit me when she could and told me she loved me and that she would be bringing me home to her house as soon as I could leave! I wasn’t even sure I heard her correctly!

What I didn’t know was that Heather had decided that she would request for me come to her rescue — Handsome Dan’s Rescue — once we were released and were no longer being held as evidence. She made the formal request to Daisy, the Shelter Manager. She also requested that if my medical condition worsened and they felt they needed to euthanize me, to let her know so she could like fly back down to be with me.

I never thought someone would care about me and I was so glad it was her! Heather also told me that she would spoil me and love me for however long I had left. It would be a sort of hospice care, a compassion hold, she said. She had to leave me again at the end of her second deployment but she promised she would be back for me.

Then came the day I was admitted to the vet hospital. My uterus was infected and needed to be removed along with the mammary tumors. Heather was a wreck but she was kept informed long distance as best they could and she waited for news.

When her phone rang and she saw it was Daisy calling, she quickly answered and all she heard was Daisy crying. She felt a huge lump in her throat…but Daisy screamed out that my tumors were benign. I did not have cancer! Heather was so surprised. How could this be? They were all so sure it was cancer. I was not going to need hospice care after all. I was only going to need foster care! 🙂

So the months dragged on and we waited for the day I would be released and I could come to her home… our home.

Heather would send me little care packages, one of their supporters sent me a new bed. She ordered an ID tag for my collar with the words “Tillie #367 Survivor” engraved on it with her phone number. She wore that tag on a chain around her neck until I could wear it around mine. She told her dog Handsome Dan all about me and how he was soon going to have a new foster sister.

Then on January 13, 2014 at 10:02AM, her phone rang. It was Daisy but that was not unusual as they had been in close contact regarding the other four dogs that would also be coming to HDR upon their release. Her daughter Josephine was singing and her house was busy as usual so she decided to take the call in the backyard where it was quiet.

She walked out the back door and answered the phone. Again, she heard Daisy crying, but this time was not like the last. Heather was able to make out that Daisy needed to talk to her about me. Heather sat down on the cold ground and started to cry. All she could say was NO! She was expecting the worst.

The next thing she heard was one of the sweetest things she will ever hear. Daisy said, “Heather, Tillie is yours. She has been released. You can come take her home.”

Heather sat for a little while, sobbing into the phone, and Daisy just let her sob. She finally collected herself and Daisy gave her some detail and information; the bottom line was that they would be able to bring me and the others here to Rhode Island at the end of the month. Heather hung up the phone and ran in the house and told her family. It was all hugs and smiles.

She told the HDR volunteers who were equally as excited and they raised the funds for the transport costs to bring seven of the #367 dog to their foster homes with HDR and Jasmine’s House.

I won’t forget that day. February 1, 2014, we left the facility and made the momentous journey. It was our Freedom Ride. I was finally free.

I am now an official HDR foster dog but Heather aka Foster Mom says I can stay in our home for as long as I need to. HDR volunteers did an amazing job completely redoing the large laundry room to be my room. Yes, I have my own room! My own little suite complete with a mural on one wall painted by HDR volunteer Laurelin Sitterly of the life I should have had from the beginning.

The first order of business for me is heartworm treatment. It was not easy — I had a scare in April when I became severely lethargic and unstable on my feet that I was admitted to the ICU — but I completed the treatment. Then Heather noticed that I was losing so much weight so they did an ultrasound with my last HW injection and a target shaped tumor was found, which indicated it was most likely cancer.

My foster family decided to wait three weeks, until I finished my prednisone, and did another ultrasound. That was on Friday morning and the findings were discouraging: The original tumor had grown and there was a second target shaped tumor that had appeared in only three weeks.

So, my family weighed these two options. They could do nothing, and spoil and love me for the projected 4-6 months I would have left, but if they did nothing there was the chance the tumor could start to bleed at any time, could be in a week, could be in a few months, and they would have to put me to sleep immediately. They went through this with another dog and it was awful; the tumor would bleed slowly and cause him to pass out. This is not the way they wanted me to spend my last few months or weeks.

The other option was to surgically remove my spleen. Because the cancer was so aggressive it will likely return in another organ, probably my liver, but this option would give me some good months and I would have more pain-free time.

Neither option was good. They hated the thought of putting me thorough another surgery, but my wonderful vet, Dr. Lester, says I would do ok, and that although it will be a long incision, dogs generally recovery very quickly and that I would probably be feeling better in about three days.

So on the morning on June 23, 2014, I went in for my spleen removal. My foster parents were beside themselves with worry, but know that I was in the best possible hands. At the end of the surgery, Dr. Lester removed my spleen and did not see any abnormalities on the liver. He also removed five mammary tumors which can be biopsied as well if needed later.

I went home the next day, sore and tired but happy to be sleeping in my bed.

On June 26, my Foster Mom was in tears. This time they were tears of joy and disbelief! She said I had them fooled yet again! The tumors in my spleen, despite being target shaped, came back benign, meaning not cancer! I fooled my radiologist, my doctors and all of #TeamTillie!

And all five new mammary tumors which were sent to pathology also came back benign! So now I’m heartworm free, cancer free and spleen-free! 🙂

So that’s my story for now, and it is quite a story. I am an old girl with an old and broken body: My legs are bowed and I have trouble walking because my legs broke under the weight of a heavy collar and chain that yoked me for years to the buried car axle. I have a broken sternum and a broken tail, but my spirit could not be broken.

My family and I are grateful for everyday I can enjoy my new life. I now wears a pink collar and a necklace of big white faux pearls. I love cuddling up next to everyone who comes to visit me. I love my Foster Mom & Dad, foster sister Josephine and brother Cam. I also love dressing up and digging holes!

My name is Tillie, I am a #367 Survivor and I will continue to show the world what this little survivor can do.

~Tillie

Editor’s Note:

#TeamTillie would like to thank: HSUS, The ASPCA, The FBI and local law enforcement for bringing this group of victims to safety. Daisy Balawejder, Chris Schindler and the rest of the HSUS Dogfighting Rescue Coalition for the amazing care and love shown to these and all dogs in their care. The HSUS Dogfighting Rescue Coalition Partner Rescues who will be taking these dogs into their programs and will eventually help them find their happy endings. And to the many, many HSUS Animal Rescue Volunteers who deploy time and again to provide care for these dogs. And finally big props to the Handsome Dan’s Rescue family.

Sadly, Tillie left us on November 5, 2015. From Tillie’s mom, Heather: “On Thursday evening, with her perfectly-sweet, soft face resting in my hands, surrounded by the love of her family and her vet, Tillie left this world. She was tired, she told us it was time, and she left with the same peaceful dignity she brought to each heart she won as she fullfilled her mission on this earth.” You can read the full note here.

Run free, Tillie. ♥

Capo, Greenville, SC

My name is Capo, which means “Top Dog” or “Boss” in Spanish. I was born eight years ago on January 1. I guess you can say I am a lucky New Year’s baby.

The first time I met my furever mom, I was in a small cage at the Humane Society. I remember being hungry, scared and cold. See, I had just been picked up that morning by an Animal Control Specialist and my coat was still covered in feces, urine and all of the fleas that had made my body their home. They seemed to be just as nervous as I was because they kept jumping all over my fur. I didn’t smell very good.

But, worst of all, I wasn’t very well taken care of and I wasn’t healthy. All of my bones were popping out of my skin, like a piano, or a xylophone. Mom tells the story and says I was severely emaciated. And she says I was most likely held in a cage and dumped on the side of the road because there was so much poop stuck to my body.

My mom walked over to me, slowly placed a finger on my face and she started to cry. I didn’t understand this. She said to me, “I’ve been looking for you. I’ll be right back.” She walked over to the woman with the T-shirt that read “Humane Society” whispered something to her and before I knew it, I was being taken out of my cage and brought into a small room.

The room was warmer than my cage and I was happy to stretch my legs. I felt an immediately connection with my mom and since she sat on the floor I slowly walked over to her and I sat on her lap. This made her cry again. She did this a lot on our first day together. I thought maybe I broke her?

Mom took out her phone and when the other person on the line answered she said, “They will only hold him today until 5 pm. Can you come now?” I found out later she was talking to my dad. My life up until this point is a little fuzzy. The Humane Society told my mom I was found abandoned on the side of a busy highway and Animal Control brought me to the Humane Society to be cleaned up and adopted.

Lucky for me, my mom did not want to wait! She bathed me, removed as many fleas from my coat as possible, and we waited in the room until my dad arrived. When my dad walked through the door something came over me. I ran to him and jumped into his arms. I had never done this with a human before. And, just like that we were a family! 🙂

Before we arrived home we made a stop at PetSmart, which is now my favorite place in the whole world. My parents bought me food/water bowls, a plush bed, large bags of dry food, treats and so many toys I was overwhelmed. All of this for me?

As soon as we got home my dad poured the food in my bowl, placed me on his lap and fed me every-single-piece-of-kibble by hand. He said, “I want you to get used to my scent. You will never go hungry. Anytime you want to eat, just ask! But, I want you to learn how to eat with manners, and, to understand that you will never have to protect your bowl or growl if anyone, or, anything gets near you.” First lesson on day one: Don’t be bowl aggressive. Check! To this day, I will gladly share my food and my water with anyone and everyone. Thanks, Dad for teaching me how to share!

I became comfortable with my new surroundings pretty quickly. Dad was true to his promise. I always had food available to me. Mom and Dad let me sleep with them on their bed whenever I asked. But, to be honest, I was perfectly content to sleep on my own plush bed surrounded by my chew toys. My bed was right next to theirs anyways, so I was never alone. My first month home was filled with family visits, walks at the park, and doggie day care visits.

I met my grandparents, my aunt and my uncles. Everyone was so nice to me and started teaching me Spanish. Yep. I am bi-lingual. I understand English and Spanish. That makes me extra special I am told.

My parents said they wanted to expose me to as many social interactions as possible the first month I was home. My aunt is a Special Education elementary school teacher. So one day, my mom dropped me off to school in the morning and told me I would be spending the day with very special children that had a lot of needs and she wanted me to be on my best behavior. She said there were children in the room that were very sick and it was up to me to help put a smile on their face today. My aunt introduced me to the class and said I was their guest for the day. Boy did I have fun! I got to spend the day with children who were about my height who just wanted to play with me. I will always be grateful for that experience.

I was also taken to doggie day care a few times a month. This is where you go to a big room where you get to play with dogs all day long. I made a lot of friends here. I guess you can say, this is why I am so sociable and I’ve never met a dog I didn’t like.

I am now eight years old and I live with my parents in beautiful South Carolina. We recently added a baby Boston Terrier to our family. He was also adopted from a couple who had too many animals in their house. He had 10 other brothers and sisters living with him so when he came to our house we immediately became best friends. One of my favorite things to do is to visit my aunt. She has two small sons who I love to play with.

I will always be grateful to my parents for taking me in even when I was at my worst: Skinny, stinky, covered in poop, urine and fleas. More importantly, they were never turned off by the fact that I am a Pitbull. Lots of strangers approach us when we are out and say “Is he friendly?” … my mom sighs every time and says, “Yes, he is very friendly. I will bite you before he does. If you want to touch him, just ask him, he won’t say no.”

I am Capo. I love to play with my soccer ball, my little brother, and fluff all the pillows on mom and dad’s bed before taking a nap. I do some pretty cool tricks too. I can speak on command, give you a kiss when you say “Beso” and jump really really high!

Get to know me before you judge me. I may have had a rough beginning, but, my parents have more than made up for it. I didn’t know it at the time, but, my mom and dad needed me just as much as I needed them.

XOXO,
Capo

Parents: Maria & Manny

Nana, Los Angeles, CA

Hi! I’m Nana the Earless Pibble and this is my journey.

Looking at pictures of my big smile now, you would never be able to tell that the first nine years of my life were spent in misery. A mature girl, I was bred repeatedly (more than 15 litters) and when I could no longer reproduce, I was surrendered to a Los Angeles city shelter.

My condition was deplorable… My teeth were pulled out, my reproductive organs were destroyed and my ears horrendously cut off by my previous owners. My ears were horrible; they were most likely cut in an unsterile and inhumane procedure at home, which led to different types of infection. Since it was very likely that I was never seen by a vet, the infections ensued and led to the formation of scar tissue and calcification of my entire ear canals.

I was awaiting certain euthanasia in the back isolation area of the shelter in February 2013…when someone very special came into my life.

She saw my picture posted on the shelter’s social media site. She was immediately compelled to take action and offered to foster me, something she had never done or even thought of doing before. To this day, she cannot explain what sparked her to impulsively apply to foster me. What she does know, though, is that it was one of the best decisions she has ever made.

A few days after she filled out the foster application, I was in her car and on my way to safety. The very moment I got into my car, I immediately bonded myself to this human whom I would eventually call my Mama. I looked at her with my hopeful eyes as a way to say thank you and laid my big pibble head on her lap the entire way home.

As we drove home together on this freedom ride, a beautiful moment passed between us; a moment in which I finally felt safe. A moment which has since changed the rest of our lives.

Sadly though, my life full of abuse and fear became immediately evident and manifested in so many ways. During my nine years of life, I had never quite learned how to be a dog and was undoubtedly given every reason possible to fear humans. I would cower at just the sight or movement of any human that wasn’t my Mama, especially men.

I had no concept of potty training and would relieve myself at any given moment, anywhere in the house. I had no idea what to do with toys or bones, and would freeze in my tracks if someone tried to pet me, even in the gentlest manner. Mama has to admit that during that first week of having me home, she found myself wondering if she had gotten herself in too deep, and if she was actually able to give me what she needed.

Despite all of the years that I suffered from abuse and neglect, my hope and optimism became palpable within days. I was brave. My endearing soul, which had survived through nine horrible years, had an endless amount of love to give and was ready to flourish. Mama says it was this engaging, brave spirit of mine that reassured her that she made the right decision in fostering me.

I knew we belonged together. After three months of fostering, I was officially adopted by Mama and her family!

To look at everything we’ve experienced together over the past year is rather overwhelming. While the first few months were rocky, I have triumphed over more hurdles than any human Mama knows.

My road to recovery has been riddled with various health issues. On July 1, 2013, I received a devastating news: dermal hemangiosarcoma, an aggressive cancer with an average metastasis rate of 33%. With my Mama by my side, I’ve beat it and completed chemotherapy and related surgical procedures.

And I no longer have my “cauliflower ears,” which is a real relief!! I was constantly treated for chronic ear infections and the overuse of antibiotics and anti-microbrial drugs led to the development of multidrug-resistant bacterial infections — MRSA and Pseudomonas — which I battled tirelessly. Since they were essentially unmanageable, and because I was in constant pain, Mama decided to go through with a bilateral total ear canal ablation and bulla osteotomy. Two separate surgeries and two pounds of scar tissue and inflammation were removed from my ears. (Yuck!)

I recovered well and while I can no longer hear, I am finally pain-free! I’ve adapted rapidly to my new life and am working on learning sign language. 🙂

I triumphed over all these hurdles and more!

Mama says it is such a blessing to be able to watch me continually blossom and break out of my shell. I do have to pay tribute to Zyra, my fursister. Zyra is a rescued 3-year-old German Shepherd mix and she was a vital part of my rehabilitation. While we had to be separated for awhile and introduced slowly, she has taught me so many things — how to let loose at the dog park; that it was OK to start trusting new humans; how to chomp on bones; that it was better to go potty on the grass and not the carpet; how to “sit,” “down” and “shake.”

Most importantly, she taught me how to be a dog.

And I am now relentless at experiencing new things, even if those attempts are somewhat short-lived. 🙂 No longer do I cower or run away when a stranger approaches me; sometimes I even lets them scratch my ear nubs. I love leashes now and love to go for short walks; I even run around a little at the dog park.

I love the beach and even play with dogs while running through the sand. And then, momentarily, I remember that I’m supposed to be fearful and I suddenly revert. But I am so much stronger. I am thriving. And those periods of reversion are getting shorter and fewer with each passing day.

Meanwhile, for my Mama, this has been an incredible journey for her as well. I was the first “pit bull” she has ever had in her home. She never really known for that matter. Before she rescued me, she really was unconscious to the plight of pit bulls — the stereotypes, BSL, abuse, dog fighting, #1 breed euthanized… I really opened her eyes to the problems that pit bulls, and all abused and/or homeless dogs, currently face.

Throughout my rehabilitation, Mama was surprised and so delighted to learn just how resilient and strong I am. I was unlike any dog she had met, and as she later learned, I truly am the definition of a pit bull — goofy, so loving, cuddly, always smiling, full of kisses, and so forgiving.

Before she officially adopted me, she volunteered a lot with ROMP Rescue, the rescue that pulled me. They did tons of adoption events and she was responsible for making all of the dog flyers and social media stuff. That’s really where all of her advocacy started — with me. She made an Instagram account for me — @journeyofnana — and it somehow reached tens of thousands of people all over the world.

My Instagram connected us with so many amazing people, amazing dogs and amazing stories of rescue. This furthered Mama’s passion of advocating for pit bulls and we connected with a lot of great organizations, from Project Blue Collar to the One Million Pibble March. We didn’t know we would be taking part in the momentous event.

It started with Mama taking the photo of me wearing the Pibble March shirt and posting it on Instagram. She wrote a nice little note about the march and Rebecca to garner support for the cause. Before we knew, a couple thousand people started following Rebecca and her cause, and many immediately ordered the shirts to help with costs.

Rebecca reached out to Mama and said that not only was she touched by my story, but also by the soulful look in my eyes in that first picture of me wearing the t-shirt. My eyes were what prompted Rebecca to reach out to Mama and ask her to share my story. And then she asked if Mama wanted to be a speaker!! Obviously, she could not say no! 🙂

A little secret I’d like to share with you: Mama was actually incredibly nervous about being a speaker at the march. She had never given a speech in front of that many people!! I flew with her on the plane to Washington, D.C., and I did so well — the flight staff loved me and Mama couldn’t even count how many people stopped to take my picture or ask about my story.

DC was amazing. Mama was absolutely humbled at how many hundreds (perhaps thousands) of people came up to meet me and take a picture with us. Many people told her how I brighten their darkest days. Mama was so amazed. She thought, “Wow…if I can bring a smile to someone’s face by simply sharing Nana’s beauty, what more could I ask for?”

The day of the march was so special because Mama was super nervous in the moments leading up to the march. She practiced her speech in front of me more than 20 times — Mama says I was such a good sport. 🙂 But as soon as we walked out of the hotel to meet up with the marchers, her nerves dissipated. She thought her heart would be racing out of her chest due to nerves, but she really ended up not being that nervous as soon as we started marching.

When she got on stage, Mama felt even better! The energy of the crowd was unreal and she was able to relax because we all were there for the same reason; we shared the same passion and love and dedication. It was great! And Mama did great too, if I may say so myself! 🙂 I am so proud of her.

For me, life started at the age of nine. I am a senior pit bull who was once battered and beaten, but I retained my fighting spirit and have learned how to trust, love and have fun again. I have proven that it is never too late to be ridiculously happy.

~ Nana the Earless Pibble

p.s. Come join my journey — Journey of Nana on Instagram and Facebook — promoting positive pit bull awareness while spreading awareness about the pet overpopulation crisis. We can ALL make change happen.

Parent: Stephanie

Karma, Milwaukee, WI

Hi, my name is Karma Rue!

A long time ago I was found running around a not so nice neighborhood. The person that turned me in to animal control reported hearing “gun shots” right before they saw me. When I had my physical evaluation done they found a few wounds on my face and neck from metal BB pellets.

The humans think the person must have pulled the trigger point blank in front of me because I was a really small target — I only weighted about 10 lbs — and hit me right on the forehead! 🙁 I’ve still got a little scar, but you can hardly see it.

Anyway, after seven days of stray hold, a wonderful lady pulled me out of that lonely place and I became a foster puppy! Oh, what a wonderful life! I got to do what ever I wanted and played with my foster siblings all the time! I had toys and food and my very own collar. Sure it made my neck itchy, but that collar meant something very important! It meant I had a home, even if it was only temporary.

I also got to go to doggy daycare once a week so I could play and make even more friends! It was really fun, but one day, all that changed… I slipped running up some stairs and before I knew it, I was at the vets office. I got some x-rays done because I was limping an awful lot and they told my mom I had a fractured leg!

Because I didn’t belong to her, my foster mom had to tell animal control, and when they found out they told her to take me back… to be euthanized!

I was just a puppy! I promised my foster mom, “I’ll behave, I’ll try not to run around any more and I’ll walk slowly up the stairs! I’ll give up all my toys, just please don’t take me back there!”

To my surprise, I think she heard me! She said she would adopt me and find me a new home if she had to; she wouldn’t let them kill me because of my accident. So I got a pink cast on my little leg and some pain medication and she talked animal control into giving me a chance. They told her they needed proof that I wouldn’t need surgery, because they couldn’t afford to pay for it.

So she got some opinions from multiple vets, some said I did need surgery and others said I didn’t. It took a couple weeks to get a final answer. During that time a fundraiser was made, so that if I did need surgery, they would have the money saved up to pay for it. The estimate was for surgery was $1,200 and in 3 days almost $600 was raised!

The final decision was made by a specialist who wrote a letter stating that I wouldn’t need a surgery, because in fact, over the past weeks my leg had already been healing. Plus if a surgery were done, they would have to re-fracture my leg! He said I was a strong puppy, and my leg would be fine. All I needed was crate rest! PHEW! 🙂

Eight weeks of crate rest. That was the verdict. So the money that was raised for me was donated to other dogs in need and I got to play lazy in a crate for a while. I thought it would be easy, but boy oh boy… I sure did miss sleeping under the covers in bed!

Every day I wondered what would happen to me when I finally got out of that crate. Where would I end up? I was still with my foster mom, which was way better than animal control, but it wasn’t permanent… I didn’t know that someone had been going through this struggle with me all along.

There was this one person working at the doggy daycare who met me on my first day there and thought I was adorable! She thought we would go together like two peas in a pod, Carla and Carmen, but she didn’t really plan on adopting me… that is, until the day I fractured my leg. That day, when I thought I was going to be put to sleep, she knew she had to adopt me.

She filled out the paperwork and was willing to pay for anything I needed, but she didn’t get an answer. It wasn’t until over eight weeks later that she found out… 🙂

My life officially started when I was adopted on April 17th, 2012. That’s the day everything changed, including my name! That was the day I became something permanent, a real part of the world. I could tell that it wasn’t temporary, I didn’t have to wait around anymore, because that “love” thing that everyone is looking for in life? Well, I found it!

So since that day I’ve made it my mission to be good and do good. I know people think I’m different. I can see it in their eyes; when they stare, when they step away… when they cross the street.

Sure, I might be a pit bull… But I’m not a monster. I’m a dog. I like green olives, swimming and playing fetch. I feel joy, I feel excitement and I feel love.

My name is Karma and I am good!

~ Karma Rue

p.s. Follow me on my Facebook page, Good Karma Rue, as I advocate for Canine Equality and be the spokesdog for Good Karma Canine!

Parent: Carla

Snyder, Pittsburgh, PA

Hi! My name is Snyder and I’m an elderbull. I am somewhere between 10 and 11 years old.

Nothing is known about my early years but it is thought that I spent most of my life on the streets of Brooklyn, NY.

My story begins on October 20th, 2011, when New York Animal Care & Control picked me up and took me to the Brooklyn Center. I was skinny and covered in fly bites. But, I kept smiling!

After a fake hold — meaning someone put a deposit to adopt me but never showed up — and ending up on death row, Second Chance Rescue NYC showed up and saved me on November 19, 2011. I was SAFE!

Second Chance Rescue took me to the vet and it was discovered that I was blind. Oh, not because of age or disease…I had been sprayed in the face with a chemical (probably mace) and it destroyed my eyes! I can see shadows but not much else. I am missing some teeth and have some old bite scars, too. But, for an old guy, I sure had a lot of energy!

Off I went to a foster home. Then I went to another. Things just didn’t work out for me at either of them. The people tried hard but I wasn’t a good fit. 🙁

So, a call went out from Second Chance Rescue looking for a new foster home for me. Pictures were sent, conversations were had and a new foster home was found. I was on my way to Pittsburgh, PA!

My foster momma, Beth, started a Facebook page for me before she even picked me up: Snyder The Elderbull. She was hoping to find me a forever home.

Of course, it didn’t work out that way. Foster Momma became Forever Momma the minute I ran into her arms. Can you say “foster failure”??? Yup, I had found Forever!! Did you see my big smile in that photo with my Momma? 🙂

When I got HOME, I met my sisters, Gemini and Mya, and my brother, Phritz. The first thing I did was find the couch and take a nap. I am a very good napper. If napping was an Olympic sport, I would win the gold medal every time!!

My sister, Gemini, became my best friend. She showed me around the house, taught me where the water bowl was and which door to use to go outside. She snuggled with me and made me feel safe and loved. Phritz and I didn’t really hit it off so Momma only let us be together when we were supervised. Hey, life was great!

In December 2012, we moved from the city to a new house. There are trees and a nice yard and woods. There is also a very nice deck right off the front door. It is the perfect spot for napping! I claimed it as my own!

Momma has three granddaughters and I love them to pieces. They visit often and I sleep with them and keep them safe. They share their food with me, too, which makes me smile really big! The little one hugs and kisses me and I kiss her back. Big bad pitbull, huh??

Gemini has gone to the Bridge. I miss her every day. She was my best friend. But, life moves on. I have a new sister now, Hope, who is kind of exhausting. I am teaching her all about napping. Mya snuggles with me now. Phritz and I still don’t see eye to eye but we make it work. 😉

I still have my Facebook page and I use it to advocate for dogs on death row in NYC. And, I try to teach others that us elderbulls are worth taking a chance on…worth loving.

Senior dogs ROCK!!

~ Snyder The Elderbull

Parent: Beth

Lexi, Tamworth, NH

Hi! My name is Lexi and this is my story.

I had an owner once, until I got pregnant. He decided he couldn’t afford to care for me, being pregnant and all, so he dropped me off at a Kill shelter in South Carolina. My belly was so big the shelter staff knew I was ready to give birth any day.

Although the shelter noted that I was dog-friendly and people-friendly, without a rescue, I would be killed along with my pups. 🙁

It felt like I was there forever. I was losing hope.

I didn’t know that my shelter photo was circulating on Facebook along with a plea to save me. It caught the eye of a man all the way up in New Hampshire. He posted that photo on his wife’s Facebook timeline. She jokingly said let’s do it. Next thing she knew, he was calling her and before long, they decided they need to find out how to save me!

They contacted Cecelia Blake from Second Chance Rescue in NY and within hours I was rescued! These nice people whom I never met saved me and my puppies!

My new Foster Dad and his friend immediately set out to get me. They drove 18 hours south and 18 hours back to a very chilly New Hampshire! They didn’t know if I would go into labor on the ride home or if I would get car sick. They just knew that they had to save me.

And I was lucky not to give birth on our ride home! I was so big I couldn’t walk up or down the stairs to do my business so my Foster Dad had to carry me. Without him I don’t know what I would have done.

A few days later, on November 11th, I gave birth to 11 healthy puppies, 6 girls and 5 boys — Nia, Natasha, Nona, Nori, Nava, Nacia, Nika, Nuki, Nike, Nero & Nomad. Yes, that was a lot of puppies! I was in labor from 7:30 in the morning until 5 in the afternoon!

My foster family took care of all of us and even made us our own Facebook page: Lexi & Pups. My foster parents are awesome. I wasn’t producing milk so my Foster Mom would feed the pups every two hours. My Foster Dad built a pen in the heated basement so we have our own space. We are so grateful to the many many donations that came thru for us. There are so many good people who love us.

When the pups were old enough, my foster family was able to find homes for all my puppies — some of them even get to go together. 🙂 They have even come to visit me so I get to see how they are growing. My parents have built a family with all the puppy adopters and we will have a reunion at the 1 year mark.

After my pups were all adopted, I had a possible adopter. I had not been introduced to the rest of the pack at my foster home because of my puppies so the potential adopter was a little nervous. Over the next few weeks my foster parents slowly introduced me and found I am very loving, calm, accepting dog. I just wants to be on your lap, all 65lbs of me.

After about a month, my foster parents told me that they couldn’t see me going anywhere and adopted me! 🙂 So they contacted the rescue and let them know I was no longer up for adoption. I became their first foster failure!

I now sleep with my parents (they say I hog the bed). I love tug of war and playing with my parents’ first pitty Gemma! I love meeting new people and I have to kiss their faces! (Mom says I have to be easy with those pittie kisses! 🙂 )

I don’t have a cruel bone in my body. My parents says I am their hero and saved them, but it is them who saved me. I’m truly happy here; my family shows me love and I know I won’t have to go through having babies ever again or worry about anything.

I am safe and I am home.

♥
Lexi

Parent: Kendra & Al

Piper, Valparaiso, IN

“Bow Wow”!! My name is Piper! I turned 5 on May 13th, 2014.

My amazing life’s journey began when I was just 12 weeks old. I was adopted by my Mama. I was the only female born in the litter of 4 American Pit Bull Terrier puppies, and if it weren’t for Mama, I would probably be nothing other than a breeding machine for a man who had an interest in me.

I went home and met my two sisters — Simone and Caico, older dogs who were also rescues — and my two cat siblings, who both accepted me without question.

My first year and a half consisted of socialization to both humans and all animals, and lots of training for good manners. Simone and Caico were both amazing role models for me to follow and learn from every day of my life. Simone passed away when I was a year old (she was 18 years old) so Caico became my only best friend, sister and companion. She was the perfect role model because she was very calm and stable, and she taught me how to play nicely and with much respect.

Mama did all of my training on her own. I later realized that she had a goal for me… to become a Therapy Dog. By the age of 2, I tested for my CGC and Therapy Dog Certification, and passed both with flying colors!

I have a sense of knowing when others need a smile or a laugh, and love being the one they can count on for that. I visit hospitals for children with Cancer and enjoy being there for them during their difficult time of treatments. I also visit an elementary school for Autistic children, and my presence has taught these special children how to love, trust, and open up enough to enjoy the simple things in life such as reading and painting.

As an ambassador of my breed, I enjoy being the host of several different events every year in honor of awareness and education for the Pit Bull breed. The “Coast to Coast Bully Walk” is one of my most successful events and it grows each and every year, and dogs and their owners from all over the U.S. attend!

Mama and I have also hosted the “Peaceful Pit Bull Protest” event, which was also a great success in educating humans on Breed Specific Laws. Oh yeah, I was there with my boy Boss – The Surfing Pit Bull! 🙂 Another new program I’ve recently become a big part of is a “Be Kind To Animals” program, which is designed to help educate all ages on how to be more aware of abuse and neglect to any animals, and how to be a responsible dog owner.

We started a new awareness project with my very own “Flat Piper” project. 🙂 This has also been a very exciting adventure, traveling all over the world, spreading positive facts about Pit Bulls and introducing them to what we are capable of if given the chance. “Flat Piper” has already been to Las Vegas, PA, CA, and is now in Saudi Arabia. Soon after that will be traveling to the U.K. and Spain. Those who “host” Flat Piper are those who are teachers, advocates fighting BSL, and even kids who reach out to their friends to help educate them about the Pit Bull Breed.

I have been very blessed to be invited to do a television commercial, and was soon awarded that television station’s “Top Dog”!! I was also honored as the special guest for the Railcats Baseball Team as their special guest and asked to throw the first pitch of the opening season. Oh, and there’s this lady in Germany who wrote a book about Pit Bulls and she featured me in her book! How cool!

I enjoy serving as a “Mentor” to other dogs in training and do my best to set a great example of balance and stability and, of course, love and kindness to all. I love helping the dogs that come our way — like my new emergency foster sister Whinnie who, thanks to Guardians of the Green Mile rescue and Cause 4 Paws (Chicago) -The Darla Foundation, has a second chance at a healthy, happy life; Mama and I will make sure of that.

I take great pride in being an American Pit Bull Terrier, and I will continue to serve as an example, not an exception of my breed. Whether working at hospitals or enjoying being read to by the children at schools or taking the day off, I love meeting new people and breaking negative stereotypes of dogs like me. 🙂

Check out my facebook page Pipers Page Of Life and see for yourself what an amazing, and exciting life I have!

I AM Piper.
I AM a Pit Bull.
I AM a Certified Therapy Dog.
I AM proud of my breed.
I AM sweet, loving, and a very social pup.
I AM here to prove to all who doubt us that we do deserve to exist.

♥
Piper

p.s. When Caico lost her battle with Spinal Cancer this Easter, I mourned her for weeks. She was my bestest friend. Mama was getting very worried because I just hadn’t been my happy-go-lucky self; I wouldn’t get out of Caico’s bed, no desire to go for walks, or eat, or play…

Then Mama decided to put my therapy vest on and said, “let’s go see the kids at school!” So off we went and as soon as I walked into the school, my spirit lifted up!! I went from sad to happy almost instantly! I quickly went down the hall to the classroom and could not wait to see my favorite teachers and children. Mama says these children have become so important to me, and that day they brought back my happy, wiggle butt, smiley self!

That day, these amazing children were my “therapy” and I cannot thank them enough for being so important to me, that only THEY could have made this happen! ♥

Parent: Laura

Hazel, Waikato, New Zealand

Hi , I am Hazel The Pitbull. My Mum and Dad rescued me from being put to sleep because of my breed.

I was rescued from Waikato SPCA on the 12th of April 2013. I was 3 months old at the time and was brought into Waikato SPCA from another shelter because my Mum and Dad were looking to adopt a Pit bull. Usually I would have been put to sleep because of my breed but a friend of Mum’s who was working at the SPCA new that Mum wanted a Pit bull puppy so I was offered to her first.

Mum and Dad could not say no because I was just so cute. 🙂

Since the day that Mum brought me home she knew that she was going to do a lot to entertain me but also to prove to others that pit bulls are good dogs. I have passed puppy class, obedience class, tracking course, advanced tracking and I am now taking part in agility. Through each one of these courses I have been able to prove to people that I get on with other dogs, show them how affectionate I am and Mum has been able to educate people on Pit bulls.

I love people and giving lots of kisses so Mum looked into pet therapy. In New Zealand there is a main pet therapy organization called Canine Friends. They advertised on their flyers and website that they accept all breeds as long as they pass the test that they do. Mum applied for me and we were so excited that we might be apart of something like Canine Friends…

The lady got back to me and said that she would not be testing me because they do not test dangerous dogs!!!

This was a lady who had never met me and apparently tested any breed. My Mum was very upset that someone would call me dangerous without even knowing me!

So we decided to be better than them and do it all by ourselves. We contacted the local rest home and went in for our first visit! Everyone loved me and the manager, Rachel, even came down just to meet me. Everyone was surprised at how calm and affectionate I was for such a young puppy.

I have now been going into the rest home two or three times a month for the past 6 months. I have got even better at pet therapy and I have impressed so many people. It feels good to prove Canine Friends wrong and we are glad they said no to us because it has made Mum and I realize we need to do more to show people who I really am. I plan in the future to move onto more rest homes and hopefully children’s hospitals.

I started my Facebook page as a bit of fun to put up photos and had no idea that so many people would be interested. Today I have more than 6,000 friends and I love every single one of them. I now use my Facebook page to educate people and show people what an every day pit bull gets up to. I also used my page to fundraise for dogs who need surgery! Last year I raised $800 for a dog named Lucy who was hit by a car! We want to show people we care about all animals!

I also love going to dog events! Last year I went to a pooch racing day and I raced with lots of other dogs. I didn’t win but I did show people that a pit bull can take part in those events to! I also went to Paws in The Park and dressed up as a Lady bug. 🙂

I like going to these events as I get to meet a lot of new people who have never met a pit bull before! Some of these people tell Mum that they are scared because of the media but then they realize they have never met one!! That’s when they meet me and i give them lots of slobbery kisses and they fall in love with me.

Mum says its great knowing that we have changed someone’s mind on Pit bulls and we hope to change many more in the future.

Love,
Hazel xxx

Parent: Alanna

Millie, Graham, NC

My name is Millie. I am one of the lucky ones. I was saved from a high kill shelter in North Carolina. And…I am dying.

My parents named me Millie because of its German translation, strength and determination. I also have many nicknames that I answer to—Mildred, Millie Sue, Mills, Mama, Mill Mill, etc. My story is unique and as part of my “bucket list” I want to share it with the world.

I was about two years old when my previous “owner” surrendered me to Lee County Shelter. I had a severe case of demodectic mange and a horrible secondary skin infection. I had absolutely no hair and my whole body was swollen and infested with pustules and scabs.

Due to my horrible condition, I was set to be euthanized on the evening of May 28th, 2013. That day my momma laid eyes on my shelter picture and as soon as she did, she knew I was something special and deserved a second chance at life. I’m so happy my mom found me when she did because I was set to be euthanized at 4:30 pm and I was saved just in time.

She had recently suffered the loss of a foster puppy to Parvo and I knew it was my duty to help heal her heart while she did everything in her power to heal my broken body and soul. So, I guess you could say my mom and I were meant to be or better yet, soul mates!

Oh, she was my foster mom then; she was fostering me for the Fortitudine Vincimus Rescue in Asheboro, NC. It took 3-4 months for my skin infection to clear and for all of my hair to return. When the time came for me to be put up for adoption, she knew that she simply could not part with me. She became my forever momma and turned me into the princess that I am today!

Honestly, Momma and I have a bond that is indescribable! She calls me her shadow—where ever she goes, I’m sure to follow even if it means sitting underneath the shower curtain while she takes a shower! I can tell when she has had a stressful day or when she’s sad and I know just how to cheer her up! Most days, I just sit patiently and let her cry on my shoulder and reassure her that it’s going to be okay. Momma tells me that I’m her special child…I think that means I’m the favorite!

I woke up on November 30th with a temperature of 104.5, no appetite and very lethargic. To say my mom was panicked, is an understatement. My parents diligently monitored my temperature throughout the day. Well, my temperature didn’t subside so my parents decided to take me to the emergency vet. I was poked and prodded and many tests were ran. My platelets were extremely low and the emergency vet felt like I had a tick borne disease (Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever) which is totally treatable.

My parents were instructed to have me be seen by my regular vet on Monday morning. After many tests, a few days of antibiotics and steroids and no improvement, our personal vet order a echo where the large lesion on my aortic valve was discovered. Three days after my mom’s birthday, my life as I knew it would come to a screeching halt.

Simply put, I am terminally ill. I was diagnosed with Endocarditis—an infection in my heart, specifically on my Aortic Valve—in December of 2013. We were then immediately rushed to NCSU Vet Teaching Hospital and the veterinarians were surprised that I made it through the first two weeks of treatment. The bacterial lesion on my aortic valve was quite large and the risk of an embolism was of great concern.

I stayed in the hospital for 2 weeks to receive intravenous medication. Those were the longest two weeks of our lives—every day, every visit was a gift and my parents were extremely grateful for every second that we got to spend together! The unknown of how I would respond to treatment and the stress of not knowing if I would ever make it out of the hospital made for a long and restless two weeks!

Fortunately, I finally got to come home a few days before Christmas! For the next three months I had several checkups and a strict daily regiment of medicine. Momma think I seemed to be doing really well at home and was pretty much back to myself, just with a little less energy.

But my most recent checkup on April 3, 2014, revealed that I actually wasn’t doing so great. The large lesion is still present on my aortic valve but it looks more calcified, so hopefully all of the bacteria are gone but we won’t know for sure until after my blood tests come back. Due to the damage that the bacteria caused to my valve, my heart can’t pump blood as efficiently and therefore it has to overcompensate. This overcompensation has lead to what they call “Ventricular Hypertrophy” of my left ventricle—a lot of big words that simply mean my heart has enlarged, which isn’t good.

We were devastated to find out that ultimately Millie will go into congestive heart failure sooner rather than later. About a week ago my parents received the results from my April 3rd blood tests/cultures and thankfully they revealed that the bacteria had been eliminated and sterilized. The next step for me is surgical intervention! Due to the fact that a majority of our surgical options are a “first of their kind” type of procedure, my parents are trying to find the best option for ensuring my safety, health, and longevity. Without surgery, my cardiologist predicts that she has between 3 months to 2 years left, which is nowhere near long enough!

The cardio team at NCSU is currently researching new surgical options to prolong my life. My parents were hopeful that a valve replacement at Colorado State would be an option, but they have recently stopped performing this surgery. They are praying that an amazing surgical option will be discovered to help reduce the stress on my heart, which will give them more time with me. I’m sure keeping my paws crossed!

So, in the meantime we are enjoying every last second—which includes lots of playing with my brother and sisters, and my absolute favorite things: riding in the car and playing with stuffed, squeaky toys! I LOVE  them!! Oh, and checking items off my bucket list, like becoming an official “Monster”! 🙂

My bucket list is the reason my parents started my own Facebook page. It help them to focus on living and to record every minute, every second of our life together. And to share my lessons in life.

My first lessons in life weren’t that great. I learned that I had no value. I learned that when I got sick, I would be thrown away. I learned about fear, pain and solitude. Then my mom found me and taught me to love, to play, to dress like a girl and to sleep on fluffy pillows. And now, through my Facebook page, I know the love of strangers, the compassion of saints and the generosity of friends! I don’t think my mom could do all that she does for me if it weren’t for the love and care of strangers and friends. So thank you to everyone who’s helped us!!

Thank you for reading my story. Please follow my journey and share it with your friends. My hope is that by sharing my story I inspire and empower humans to help save broken shelter souls like myself and to never give up on a four-legged friend!

I might have started my life as “just a dog” but, I will leave this world as MILLIE and I will be loved by many.

♥ Millie

Parent: Ashton

Editor’s Note: Millie went into surgery on September 2nd, 2014, at NC State ICU. The surgeon, Dr. Orton from Colorado State University, flew in to perform the surgery; he’s done this surgery once before and Millie’s family was optimistic. Unfortunately, Millie did not make it out of surgery.

From her  heartbroken mom: “Her weak heart stopped towards the end. Her surgeons tried everything to keep her alive, but she was too weak and was ready to cross rainbow bridge. I will miss you sweet girl, I love you more than words will ever be able to describe.”

Run free, Millie ♥

Calista, San Diego, CA

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” —Helen Keller

My name is Calista; it means “most beautiful.”

In July 2013, I was wandering the streets of Phoenix when a police officer found me. He thought I was blind because of how I was moving around and as he got closer, he quickly realized I was badly hurt.

He was able to convince me to come with him and he took me to the county shelter. The staff at the shelter began networking and they posted a picture of me on Facebook. They also contacted Mayday Pit Bull Rescue & Advocacy and asked them to help me.

Mayday does such good work that they were actually on a moratorium, meaning no new dogs. Lucky for me, the founder and president of Mayday knew I was special and reached out to my (then foster) parents asking for help. They had recently lost their very first Pit Bull to cancer and were having a hard time without her. I reminded them so much of their first dog that they immediately agreed to foster me.

The very next morning they picked me up from the county shelter and brought me to the amazing emergency veterinarians at VetMED. I was not doing well at all. My ears were severely damaged and the remaining tissue was infected and decaying [graphic photos]. The wounds to my ears looked like bite wounds and my body was covered in old scars. It became apparent that I was likely bred and used as a bait dog.

I was also emaciated and dehydrated and the veterinarian said I had been like this for a while. My body was covered in ticks and I tested positive for nearly every tick borne disease including, ehrlichia, babesia, and anaplasma. I needed a blood transfusion, multiple surgeries to clean and debride my ears, and lots of medicine.

I was scared and in pain, but I was hopeful.

The first night was the scariest. The odds of my survival were slim and Mayday and my parents wanted to give me a name before leaving, just in case I didn’t make it. They picked Calista because it means “most beautiful.”

Fortunately, I made it through the first night, and the nights after that! Initially, I was scared of everything, including jingling keys and even food. 🙁

My parents came to see me at least once every day for bonding and slowly, I began to trust the people around me.

After I was stable, I was allowed to go to my foster home! I had to be quarantined for a little while, but my parents took turns spending time with me in my room and they even set up a camera so they could watch me while I slept without waking me.

Eventually, I was allowed to meet my big brother Zazu and spend time in the rest of the house! Considering what I went through, my parents took the introduction very slow and I did amazing! Although I was on my way to becoming a healthy dog, I was still making regular trips to see my friends at VetMED and Mayday continued to fundraise for my medical costs.

Other groups shared my story too, like the Anti-Dog Fighting Campaign and Hendrick Boards who sold t-shirts to support my medical costs. People from all over contributed to my care and because of them, I am here today.

These days, life is awesome. My hearing is intact and I am off all medications. I love pretty much everything I do. My favorite things are sleeping on the couch, giving kisses, playing with toys, long walks anywhere, eating anything possible, and snuggling on top of whoever (2- or 4-legged) is near. 🙂

I also like to do support Mayday Pit Bull Rescue & Advocacy and other organizations that promote awareness of the breed. I even have my own Facebook page, Calista the Pit Bull, where you can see photos that chronicle my journey.

I love people and most other dogs, but my best friend is my big brother Zazu. He lays with me when I’m scared and he helps me learn new things, like how to play with toys and how to go up stairs. Not only does he help me, but my parents say I helped him too. Apparently, he was so sad after he lost his big sister that he stopped taking treats when my parents left for work. The first day I moved into the doggie room, was the first day Zazu took a treat again.

I like to know that not only did my family help me heal, but I helped them heal too. That is beautiful.

My name is Calista and I’M NOT A MONSTER!

♥ Calista

Parents: John & Jeannette

Little Red, Laramie, WY

I am a Vicktory dog and my name is Little Red. My story is one of enormous sadness rooted in horrific abuse. But I am a survivor and my spirit could not be broken. My life is a triumph of good over evil.

I was rescued from NFL football player Michael Vick’s dog fighting operation, Bad Newz Kennels, in April of 2007. I was malnourished and very frightened, barely able to walk. I spent the first five years of my life at Bad Newz as a “bait” dog and a brood mare. I lived my days chained to a car axle in a small clearing in the woods.

I often heard the sounds of other dogs who were being tortured and killed when they refused to fight or did not win their fights. Those sounds terrified me and made me very, very afraid.

I was taken off my chain and put in the rape rack and forced to breed and have litter after litter of pups. I was never able to keep any of my pups and it broke my heart. But it was even worse when I was removed from the chain and carried up the stairs of the fight building and thrown in the pit, forced to serve as a bait dog for the dogs who were made to fight.

The bad men at this place pulled my teeth and filed them down. My body was covered in scars and I often wished I would die.

But then a miracle happened and I was saved. I wasn’t sure if I could survive much longer but my torture ended when I was rescued and the bad men were no longer able to hurt me.

I became a ward of the court during the criminal proceeding against the bad men. I lived for many months in a small noisy kennel. It was not great, but it was so much better than life at Bad Newz. Once the court proceedings with Vick were concluded and I was no longer considered “evidence” of a crime, I began the next phase of my life.

I was one of the dogs who was rescued by Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Southern Utah. In early 2008, Best Friends took me and 21 other Vick dogs to the Sanctuary. We were the dogs who suffered from the most trauma and could not go directly into foster homes.

At Best Friends, I began to flourish. The staff provided me with excellent medical care and the gentle and loving touch of humans that I so desperately needed. They gave me the time to heal: physically, mentally and spiritually and I blossomed.

I was soon a favorite among the staff and I eagerly accepted treats and learned to smile with joy at my new life. I loved the company of other dogs and quickly formed a bond with another Vicktory dog, Handsome Dan. We spent our days playing and lounging in the sun. We learned how to enjoy our lives and we put the days of Bad Newz behind us.

When Handsome Dan was adopted into his forever family, I was very lonely and I missed him very much. I found a new friend, Beefcake who was like me – he came from a fight ring in St. Louis. Beefcake and I were good friends and I loved the big lug who helped to protect me when I was afraid.

When Beefcake was adopted, I wondered if I would ever have a chance to find my forever home. I got a new companion named Google and I loved him very much. We were great friends and he made me feel better about losing Handsome Dan and Beefcake.

By court order, many of the Vicktory dogs were required to pass the Canine Good Citizenship Test prior to being considered for adoption. The test was very difficult for me because I was so shy with strangers. But finally, in August of 2011, I passed my test! 🙂 I had spent 3½ years at Best Friends and I felt like my life was very good.

Everything changed again when I was adopted in September 2011. I was very afraid to live in a home and I desperately missed my caregivers and my canine friend Google.

I was afraid of so many thing in my new home especially when I heard loud noises or new people visited; I would go to my corner and turn my back to the wall. I was able to go deep inside myself to get away from things that scared me. It was something I learned to do during my long and horrible days at Bad Newz.

It took me several months to feel comfortable in my new home. I had four canine siblings and they were really fun and so gentle with me. But it was my new Mom who made me feel like I lived in a home. She gave me treats and took me for walks. And when I was scared and overwhelmed by all the changes in my life, she held me on her lap and rocked me like a baby.

Slowly, day-by-day, I began to feel at home. I had still had days when I was afraid, but my Mom and my canine siblings would go outside and play with me, and we had lots of really good treats. I began to blossom again and feel like a happy and confident dog. Whenever my Mom came home from work, I would race to the door and great her with my tail wagging and a big smile on my face.

Even today, I still have moments of fear and I will shut down and turn my back to the world. I still go deep inside myself to shut out the things that frighten me. My Mom says that I suffer from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and occasionally things in my environment trigger my fears.

Lots of people think that I needed to be rehabilitated during my time at Best friends, but I was never a mean or vicious dog. I just needed time to recover from all of the trauma that I endured at Bad Newz.

Michael Vick and his bad men tried to make me mean; they were not successful. I am and have always been a sweet and gentle dog and I have stayed true to my nature.

I am now 11 years old and I live a quiet life in the country. I love to spend my days playing with my canine pack and I love to snuggle in my bed in front of the fire. I like to go for car rides with my Mom and I love to lay at her side when she works in her garden. I have a swimming pool, lots of places to run really fast, and my Mom makes special treats for me. I know that she loves me with all of her heart and she will always keep me safe.

The bad men can never hurt me again. I am content to spend my remaining days surrounded by the love and comfort of my forever home.

I am Little Red and I triumphed over evil.

~ Little

p.s. You can visit me on Facebook: Little Red.

Parent: Susan

Zoey, Los Angeles, CA

My name is Zoey and I was born in front of a roast duck restaurant in Taipei, Taiwan, in April 2007. The owner came out and washed me and my 5 siblings into a gutter. Luckily a kind student named Amy witnessed this and took us all home with her.

A month later, an amazing group called Animal Rescue Team Taiwan came to help us get ready for adoption in the United States. A really nice lady named Joy became my foster mama from that point on. I was the runt of the litter, only weighing 2.5 pounds, and she gave me so much love and helped me grow stronger.

Across an ocean in Los Angeles, a woman named Grace was looking to adopt another rescue dog. She thought her first rescue dog named Maeby would like a little brother or sister.

One day while searching on the internet, Grace saw my photo staring back at her! She knew I was the puppy she had been waiting for, and in that moment, she just knew she would become my mommy.

In August 2007, a nice young dentist volunteered to bring me to America, so I boarded a plane in Taiwan and crossed an ocean to meet my new mom in LA. I was so scared when I got off the plane! But my new mom was ready for me, and immediately gave me so much love.

I was home.

I’ve always been very, very shy ever since I was a baby. But my big sister Maeby was the best! She is 9 years old and a former street dog from Mexico. She became my friend right away and she’s my inspiration in life. My mom likes to say I’m Maeby’s little shadow. But Maeby is so smart, wise, and gentle and if I have to learn from anyone she’s the best dog to learn from!

I feel like new people don’t understand me. I get really scared of new people and bark a lot, but people don’t realize that I’m more afraid of them than they are of me.

Six years after my mom brought me into her life, a new little creature came into mine. His name was Jasper, and he was my human baby brother!

My mommy and daddy didn’t rush me at all when it came to getting to know this strange little guy. They knew I needed patience and they gave me lots of space. But I like making new friends! I just need to grow brave enough to say hi to them.

Little by little, I became more comfortable with my little brother. I saw how Maeby was with him and knew I could be friendly and gentle, just like her. I started to go closer to him to sniff him, and sometimes I even liked to lay on the bed with him.

One day when he was 7 months old, I was laying on the bed and Jasper came crawling to me. I decided that I knew him well enough by then, and that we could be friends! So I rolled over onto my back and showed him my belly. I’ve heard babies can be rough with dogs, but Jasper gave me the most gentle little pets! And ever since that moment, I decided we could become friends. Now I like to be the first to run into his room in the morning, and lay by mom’s feet when she’s feeding him. He thinks I’m just the funniest girl he knows.

Oh, and Jasper and I are the star of our very own photo series: Zoey + Jasper: A rescue dog and her boy! I love having my photos taken with him. And I feel like people are finally seeing that I’m a pretty cool girl, and not a scary black dog. 🙂

By the way, after the photo series started getting attention, people were criticizing mom for putting clothes on me because I don’t smile in my photos so they think I must be miserable in them. What they don’t understand is that they are looking at my extreme concentration face because I take my job as a model seriously. 🙂 I really enjoy wearing stuff! Maeby would wear anything mom put on her as long as she gets treats. But I absolutely LOVE wearing clothes!

Mom thinks my love of fashion started when our family went on a staycation at this dog-friendly hotel in San Diego. We had to do lots of walking through the lobby and hotel and I was so scared of new situations and new people…so my mom bought Maeby and I matching scarves so other hotel guests would smile at us and send us warm energy. And it worked!! I looooooved it!! Ever since then, I love wearing anything mom put on me and actually do little happy dances when the props come out.

My parents are the best parents ever! They love us SO MUCH that they only take vacations within driving distance so Maeby and I can come along—we even went on their honeymoon!! They would never, ever do anything to make us upset. So please don’t hurt my mom’s feeling by saying she’s making me miserable. If she knows I’m writing this about her, she would say, “Zoey, oh my sweet Zoey!”

Since the series has started getting attention, mom noticed that I had an extra skip in my step. She’s not making this up! I’m extra smiley and happy because I’m feeling all the love you guys have been sending me! 🙂

~ Zoey

p.s. As the photo series broke around the world, a miracle has happened! Mom reconnected with my foster mom Joy! Joy saw the photos all the way in China and had a hunch that I might be the sickly little 2.5 pound dog she nursed to health in Taiwan—and she was right. She’s been waiting for 7 years to hear more about the puppy she fell in love with. ♥

Photos courtesy of Grace Chon, mom and celebrity pet photographer at Shine Pet Photography. Grace also photographs adoptable dogs for rescue groups in Los Angeles and Orange County, including Downtown Dog Rescue, The Dawg Squad and Jason Heigl Foundation.

Gugu, Tenerife, Spain

My name is Gugu and I lived in sunny Spain, which was great for my arthritis cos my old bones got very stiff!

I turned 13 years old in May 2013. The first two years of my life was not great at all. I was a victim of dogfighting, hence the horrible scars all over me. Those evil people even took some of my teeth out and filed the rest down so I couldn’t fight back.

Those days are long gone cos I was seized from a dog fighting ring in 2002 and rescued by a lovely man who took me to his dog refuge in Tenerife, Canary Islands, Spain. The Refuge is called Live Arico and was run by that amazing man, Eugenio Da Mommio from Argentina. I lived there for nine years with many other unwanted dogs that he rescued on that island.

My mum told me how lucky I was because Eugenio is a truly dedicated man who spent 15 years living in a van on the refuge with all us dogs. Oh, did I say my mum? 🙂 Here’s how we met.

Her rescue dog Shaz, a fox terrier, had died six months prior at the age of 18 and she couldn’t live without her dogs! So her boyfriend and her went to Live Arico for a visit and they came across me. She noticed how scarred and battered I was, but also how loved I was at the refuge.

Oh, and the fact that I just followed them around with my food bowl in my mouth. 🙂

They couldn’t resist; they fell in love with me and took me home for one night to see how I was with Lilly the cat. Lilly was so sacred at first but not for long! That was it; they told Eugenio I was staying!!

That was two years ago and my life was just amazing. I love everyone and everything and couldn’t harm a thing!

Everyone who met me never ever seen me show a moment of aggression. Ever! After all that I went through in the hands of the bad people who fought me, my mum says that I was the most gentle, affectionate angel ever. She truly believes dogs like me are so misunderstood just because of my breed, which is a sad thing.

So all was good. I slept loads; I loved the sunshine, nice dinners, treaties and most of all, I feel loved. I lived with Lilly and Trevor—the cats, Fester the other rescue hound, Marty the preying mantis and a whole load of goats who like to wander through the garden whenever they like! (That’s ok!)

Sadly, my hard early life showed its mark on me more profoundly as I got older. Besides the arthritis, in late 2012 I started losing my vision and became totally blind in 2013. But Mum told me not to worry because she was my eyes.

Then in early September 2013, my legs gave way and I couldn’t walk anymore. But I still got to spend my last days lying in the sunshine (I SOOO loved to sunbathe!), eating my favorite treats and being loved.

I left my mum on September 25th, 2013. She told everyone that I was such an angel and so missed, and that she still feels my presence every day!

~ Gugu

p.s. Only after she was getting my story together for I’m Not a Monster did she find out about my history of being seized from a dog fighting ring. Poor mum 🙁 She picked up my ashes on October 10, 2013, and scattered them in all my favorite places. ♥

Parent: Rhona

Tater, Burnsville, MN

Well, where do I start? I guess I should start by telling you a few general facts about my handsome self! 🙂

My name is Tater Tot but I am only called Tater Tot when I decide to be naughty and pretend my humans are invisible. I turned 18 months old on April 13, 2014 and I am a purebred American Pit Bull Terrier. So, I planned on keeping my whole story a secret from my new family but my savior (who you will learn about a little later) decided to spill the beans!

I was born in Kansas on October 13, 2014 with all my little pudgy Pitty siblings—I dare you to say that 5x fast! At a measly 5 weeks old I was sold to this man who brought me home to his family where I would live for about 4 months. There were 2 little kids and a big person lady! As much as I loved my family, I wanted to be with *my* mommy and siblings just a few more weeks so I could grow into a big and strong puppy but don’t get me wrong, I loved my new family!

One day, I heard a very loud  pounding at the door and these big scary guys came into the house. They cuffed my human daddy and took him away!! I didn’t know what was happening but I wanted my daddy.

Next, some more big guys came, scooped me up and brought me to their truck where I was going to be taken to be put down since where I lived I was illegal. 🙁 Thankfully, a nice lady came and she put me in her car where we drove to a nice place with other 4-leggeds!

I stayed there for about a month and a half and really loved it! We played LOTS of fetch and I romped a lot with her senior 4-legged!

I was then off to Minnesota! Let’s just say I don’t want to ride in a truck that long again… I was fetch deprived! We arrived and there were very nice people who came and greeted me. I then went to my foster home where there was another human daddy, a human mommy, 3 little human people and two 4-leggeds. Oh how I loved the little human people!

Apparently I was a feisty puppy but hey, I’m a puppy! I even bugged my 4-legged foster brother so much he told me off! RUDE! After that, I kept my distance… Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!

My girl had been wanting a Pit Bull since October 2012, a few months after she was diagnosed with multiple mental health issues. That is also when she learned about them, and she instantly fell in love. My girl thought having a Pit Bull type dog would be perfect for becoming a Service Dog since they are very determined, loving and can switch from play to working very easily.

Her and her mom moved to Minnesota from California in May and the big human person promised her a Pit Bull. Right when they moved she started searching Petfinder and rescues in Minnesota for the perfect Pit. One day she saw the most HANDSOME Blue Pitty ever, me of course! She started to cry when she looked at my picture because she knew I was supposed to be hers. There was just something that felt “right” about me…that is the only way she can explain it!

Well, our landlord who lives in Australia told us she is NOT going to have a Pit Bull in “her” house (they are renting). The humans purchased renters insurance but the landlord was still not going to have a “killer” live in her house. The insurance, property manager and rescue were just stunned. We finally got through to her and within a few days I made the trip to my forever family’s house! 🙂

It was love at first sight when I saw my girl but the big human person…not so much. She was not too fond of me. The big human person was not a fan of male dogs in general and thought I looked really tough and even a bit scary.

After a few months the big person said, “I don’t know why people give the bad looks they do when I am walking him!!” and my girl and I knew she had fallen in love with me. Now I have her wrapped around my paw! The big person is obsessed with me now! Maybe not love at first sight but it is sure love now! 🙂

In October we joined the Service Dog Organization 1 Boy 4 Change and in February started working with one of their trainers, James. James is a HUGE advocate for the American Pit Bull Terrier and has owned them for over 25 years. My girl knew he was the perfect trainer for me when they first talked!

When not working or training, I LOVE to swim! I used to not want anything to do with water but a doggy friend pushed me in one at the dog park and since then I haven’t ever wanted to get out! I love my Lola who I always go to the dog park with, also. We first met at camp then started to go to the park together. She is BOSSY! People think it’s very funny to watch us play because Lola is the dominant one out of us and always beats me up… 🙁 she is also HALF my weight… I am just a big and clumsy goofball.

In April 2014, my girl notices my happiness declining. I was getting VERY stressed on outings and worried more about other people than her, trying to go up to crying kids and just trying to make EVERYONE happy. I would even run away when my girl picked up my vest; I used to run toward it. 🙁

After the humans talked, they decided that I would no longer train to become a Service Dog. It just was not right for me and they care about my happiness. They told me that was okay and I can become whatever I want to: an agility dog, house dog or maybe even a dog park dog! BOL!

Oh, and BEST part is that my girl sometimes gives me some food off her plate when eating…Shhh!!!!

Fostering is something we do as well. We got our first foster in December 2013. His name is Bear. He was dog reactive/aggressive especially with females but I helped rehabilitate him. He is now living at his forever home and gets along with 80- 90% of other dogs! 🙂

I have escaped the consequences of irresponsible breeding, a future of being bred, living the rest of my life in a motel, BSL and being euthanized because of my breed. If you don’t think I’m lucky then I don’t know what lucky is! My story is to inspire people that no matter what bumps in the road you experience ANYTHING is possible!

I am Tater and I am NOT a Monster!

– Tater ♥

p.s. Don’t forget to follow my adventures: Tater Tot!

Parent: Amaya

Odin, San Diego, CA

I’m Odin! And even though I am almost three years old, my life never really began until August 16th, 2013.

It’s funny how the whole “life” thing works. My Mom tells me that, “God will never put a mountain at your feet unless he is sure that you can climb it,” so I guess God knew that even though the first couple years of my life were something from a nightmare, I would put my head down and climb. I would climb all the way to the top, and find my forever family there waiting for me.

I can’t tell the story of my life with words, so I say it with  my eyes. My eyes speak of a sadness and wisdom that a dog as young as me should never know. It was this sadness that drew my Mom to me in the first place.

You see, she is what humans call a “rescuer,” but to dogs like me, she is an angel. In August of last year, I was picked up wandering the streets of  San Bernardino, CA, by an animal control officer. The woman who would soon become my Mom, saw my intake picture on one of the rescue pages she follows on Facebook. “He’s gorgeous, he’ll be adopted quickly!” she said; but sadly, Pit Bull type dogs are abundant in the shelter I was in, and people kept passing me by…

The day came when the shelter saw me sniffle just a little bit and declared I was getting sick. They scheduled me to die at 5pm that night. My Mom was at work when she clicked on my picture and saw that I was on “the list.”

My picture was a sad one, and looking at it now sometimes makes my Mom cry. She saw my sad eyes looking up at the camera, screaming, pleading, for a chance. And just like that, she decided to give me one.

With California Bully Crew Rescue willing to back me, my Mom drove 2 1/2 hours to the shelter to save me. When I met her, I dove into her lap with all 80 pounds of me. She  held out a treat for me, and I shoved it aside, choosing instead to give her kisses of gratitude.

When we pulled onto the interstate to head back to San Diego, I lay quietly beside my new Mom, who at the time, was only my Foster Mom. I nuzzled her hand has her eyes filled with tears—we were so grateful to have one another. And then suddenly—BAM!—her tire blew! She managed to exit the interstate and pull into a parking lot, but we had to wait in the sweltering San Bernadino heat for over an hour just to get a new tire on.

We sat underneath a shade tree and Mom joked with me, saying that “something blue” is supposed to be lucky! It was at that moment that a man in a car drove by slowly, and then lowered his window to ask my mom what my bloodlines were, and if she wanted to breed me. She was so angry! I was hours away from death, because there are just too many Pitties, and this man wanted to use me to create more!

Needless to say, she stayed (somewhat) composed, and we got our tire replaced and hit the road! So long old life!

The road to recovery was long and hard for me. Once Mom got me home, she quickly realized that I had been abused and neglected. My short little ears are edged in tell-tale scar tissue that can only come from a job performed with kitchen shears. I was terrified of being reached over, or having my collar grabbed. I was curious about my brother Loki, but if he touched me I would tense up and growl. I had thick calluses on all of my elbows that the veterinarian said comes from a life lived on a concrete slab. When Mom tried to bring me into the house, I would balk at the door, terrified of coming in.

Mom hired a dog trainer, Fernando of Canine Education, who did a wonderful job at coming over and working with me, and showing Mom what she needed to do to help me learn to trust humans. It certainly wasn’t easy, but now I happily lounge with my brother and have no problem being led by my collar!

Mom spent 6 months as my foster mom when one day, a wonderful application came through for me. When she had the realization that I might get adopted, that I might leave her forever, she couldn’t stop crying. That is when she made what she calls the ‘best decision of her life’, and decided to adopt me officially!

Now I go with her to dog walks, pet expos, adoption events, and was even in a parade! I have what humans call a Cinderella Story!

No one will ever know exactly what happened to me before I was rescued, and for that I am grateful. No one needs to know what was on the other side of that mountain, all that matters is I made it to the top, and after so many years of sadness, I am finally home.

Oh, you can follow me on my adventure on my Facebook page: Odin’s Way Home!

Thank you for reading my story!
—Odin

Parent: Mary

Venus, Morgantown, WV

Hello, my name is Venus! I am a 13-month-old pit bull mix girl. My mom and dad tell me I am the prettiest and sweetest girl in the world, and that I must be very special because although I’ve had a hard life, I’m still so sweet.

I was turned in to the animal shelter when I was 10 months old. The man who took me there said he found me in a Wal-mart parking lot, but the shelter worker knew better.

I was covered in blood and suffering from chronic demodex mange, ear infections, and a painful eye problem. The lady at the shelter couldn’t believe I was so friendly, considering how much I was hurting.

She contacted a local rescue, Pet Helpers, Inc. of Fairmont, WV, to take me into their foster program. When the Pet Helpers volunteers met me, they named me Venus, after the goddess of love and beauty.

I was happy to leave the shelter for a nice foster home.

Over the next two and a half months, my foster mom, Kathy “Mim” Vincent, cared for me while I recovered. Mim took me to the vet every week for mange treatments. She took me to visit the children at the local grade schools, to show the kids how important it is to take good care of their pets.

Mim took lots of pictures of me as I healed, and posted them on the Pet Helpers Facebook page. I didn’t know it, but a lot of people followed my story on the Pet Helpers page, including the people who would become my forever mom and dad. They were looking for a sister for their pit bull, Arlo, and they thought I might be “the one”.

Mim said they would give me a good home, and she promised me that I could visit her any time I wanted. Arlo and I met each other at Petco, and we’ve been together ever since. 🙂

My favorite place to sit is right between mom and dad, so I can give them kisses! Sometimes, if Arlo is already sitting in my spot, I sit on top of him! BOL!

My parents are so happy that I joined the family. They are so very thankful for Pet Helpers and the foster families for the love and compassion they freely give to dogs and cats whom others have thrown away.

They see the value in every four-legged soul, show them that not all people will disappoint them, repair their fragile bodies, and selflessly send them on to a new, forever home.

Because of these wonderful people, I not only have a dad and mom, but will always have my Mim as well.

Love,
Venus

Parent: Sherry

Birdie, Houston, TX

Hi! My name is Birdie. Sure, I’ve got a story, just like all the others. But mine’s a little different.

It started like a lot of the shelter stories you’ve read: A woman saw the photo of me one night at the shelter. They didn’t have an adoption program there so I had 24 hours until they would give me the needle that sends me straight to heaven.

She worked it all out with the rescue group. Everyone at the shelter cried when I said goodbye the next day. I heard something about me being a favorite. You thought this was my happy ending, right?

Well, I was scared at her house — I’d never been in a house before. I tried everything to get out of that box and the door of her house. The next day she took me to another house, but I kind of acted the same.

Then, that afternoon, she brought me to a different shelter and paid them money to take me. Then she left me there. 🙁

I thought she was the one that saved me? Didn’t she know I just needed a few days? I’ve had a rough time & I promise I would have relaxed & began to trust her more. Why didn’t she wait it out?

Lucky for me, the group she worked with found out right away and sent someone to get me. I’ve been staying at another place for the last couple of weeks. Lots of other dogs here but I’m safe & they love me & they teach me stuff. I even have a dog best friend now. They waited me out. Now everyone sees the real me.

Emma, Linneus, ME

Hi! My name is Emma. I’m one lucky girl! My early history is pretty much a blur.

I was ‘owned’ by someone who locked me in a hot car, so hot the police had to break in and rescue me. They took me to a kill shelter. Frying pan into the fire! I was only about 7 months old!

The shelter was a scary place. I was virtually invisible to people looking to take home something fluffy or anything but a pit bull. I lost track of the days and of how many familiar doggie voices went silent forever when no one was visiting to adopt. I was giving up hope. Then one day a special lady with the Humane Society of Clarksville took me home!

A real home where I was loved and able to play with other dogs without cages between us! My foster peeps took good care of me for about a year, but we all knew this wasn’t my final stop. I went to adoption events, but always returned to my foster home and playmates; I was Pit Bull in an area inundated with unwanted Pit Bulls.

One day foster mom took me on a road trip. She lifted her camera at me, sitting there in the co-pilot seat; I looked right into the lens and hoped my forever Mom out there would see the love in my eyes.

Foster mom shared it with her Humane Society who shared it with another rescue in Tennessee where it was seen by a volunteer of yet another rescue in Maine. Guess what?

Yes! My forever Mom knew I was talking directly to her! Come get me! I didn’t know it at the time, but phone calls & emails were being exchanged, references called; within the hour of seeing me, forever Mom & Dad had their bags packed and were pacing with anticipation; a couple hours later, it was confirmed they could come get me!

At four-thirty the next morning, they were on the road, driving through a spring snowstorm, coming 1,500 miles from northern Maine to Clarksville, TN, just to adopt me! 🙂

Two days later, I met my forever family! Like we’ve belonged to each other forever! Mom said she had big plans for me. Being loved by my own family is big enough for me. But Mom had another volunteer career, with Maine’s first animal-assisted therapy organization called Silent Sidekicks.

Yes, the once virtually invisible little Pit Bull is very visible and has a wonderful career bringing smiles and comfort to everyone I meet!

The best part is, I am Pit Bull and as a Sidekick, I am able to spread the good word about bully breeds by showing people how much unconditional love and comfort I could give those I meet from young children in schools and libraries to the elderly in nursing homes, hospice and homebound and every one of every age in between!

I am Emma the Sidekick, proud to be a Pit Bull and especially proud of and grateful for the people who find dogs like me and rescue/foster/adopt us!

Love,
Emma

Parent: Darlene

Austin, Cincinnati, OH

Hi, my name’s Austin. Don’t let the name fool you, I’m a GIRL! 🙂

When I was a little five month old puppy, I was dumped in Northern Kentucky. No one is exactly sure how long I’d been alone on the streets. I was underweight, you could see all my ribs. But I love people so much and will run straight up to the first person I see!

A nice lady found me running down the highway, and picked me up. She took care of me for two weeks while she was trying to find my owners. When nobody stepped forward to claim me, she put an ad on Craigslist looking for my new home. My foster mom was sad that she couldn’t keep me herself, but she knew finding me a new home was best.

My mom saw the ad on Craigslist and was drawn to my big, goofy ears! She checked back, noticing the ad was still up, for almost a week. All day at work, her mind drifted to me. She emailed my foster mom and asked if she could come meet me.

When my mom showed up that evening, I ran out the front door and almost knocked her over with all my excitement and love, BOL!! I jumped on her, and gave her kisses, and wiggled all around. I knew things were going to be better from here on out.

My mom realized that I’m deaf my very first night home. My foster mom had sent me with some toys, and I chewed my stuffed bunny to shreds and had stuffing everywhere, BOL. When my mom got the vacuum out to clean up my mess, I had my back to her. When she turned the vacuum on I didn’t even flinch. Later that week she took me to the vet for my shots, and they did a few tests to confirm Mom’s suspicions.

She thinks my old family probably abandoned me because they thought I was dumb, and didn’t realize I’m deaf. I didn’t know anything when I first came to live with my new mom, but she’s taught me sign language and now I listen very well. I learned so quick! It only took about 10 minutes for me to get the hang of sit!

Now I’m much smarter, and I know sit, lay down, roll over, stay, come, NO, and hugs. I’m still learning about walking nicely on a leash, and not jumping on people, but I’ll figure it out with a little more work.

Mom just enrolled me in obedience classes to start working towards earning my CGC, and then learn about agility! She’s showed me some videos on the YouTube, and BOY, DOES THAT STUFF LOOK FUN!!! I can’t wait!

I want to help educate people, not only about BSL, but deaf dogs and Craigslist dogs. I’m trying to become a K9 Blood Donor. I would like to start doing some fundraisers for rescues and special needs dogs in the future. You can follow me on Facebook at Austin the Deaf Bull Terrier/Pit Bull!

Mom says I will forever be a part of her family, and because of me, she will always own/foster deaf dogs.

Love,
Austin

Parent: Lauren

Ruger, Middletown, IN

Hi there, I am Ruger the Pit Bull Ambassabull! My story started in the fall of 2012.

I was a five-week-old backyard breeder puppy surrendered along with my siblings in Ohio. Thanks to a group effort by various rescues organized by Tavia Swain and Jennifer Pratt Williams of Mercy’s Door Pet Rescue, all my siblings were immediately fostered or adopted.

Well, except for me, the only boy. I only had a very temporary foster.

That same week, miles away in Indiana, a family had planned to adopt from a local rescue’s many adoptable dogs. The mom had been wanting a therapy dog to work with PTSD veterans, because the dad suffered from PTSD severely after coming home from Iraq and exiting the Marines. She also wanted a dog who could do very well in large crowds, at events and in public in general to be an ambassador for bully breeds and help change minds.

They found the one, or so they thought. He was an adult Am Staff with his CGC who was well-suited to be a therapy dog and ambassador for his breed. And he’s NOT a puppy, which was exactly what the family wanted. Well, his foster family decided to adopt him and this family were heartbroken…

Until the mom saw my photo. She immediately fell in love with my face!

So this family decided to take a chance on me. They had no idea if being pulled from my dog mom so early would create behavioral issues or what kind of temperament I would have.

Well they found out quickly that I was special! 🙂 I learned things very quickly and retained them. I was also very intuitive. At 5 months old I attended my first public event and everyone told my mom I was amazing. They couldn’t believe it was my first event. My mom knew then that I was that dog!

I continued to attend events and at 9 months old I passed my Canine Good Citizens at a huge event in Indianapolis! I was evaluated by people who train and own therapy dogs and they all tell my mom how I am so well suited for it. I guess sometimes we just pick the humans. 🙂

In July of 2013, my mom founded Project Bully, an organization geared towards making a better name for bully breed dogs, promoting shelter adopting, teaching people how to be responsible owners & more.

I’ve been an ambassador with my family since day one. I LOVE to go anywhere: Pet Supplies Plus, Tractor Supply… but my favorite is to attend to any events! I’ve been to Pride events, Pit Bull Awareness events, Marches, Fundraisers… I’m the main kissing booth dog for Project Bully.

I was even featured on the front page of a local paper in August after an event in a very anti-bully community! Everyone says I’m a natural at working a crowd!

My parents also started “Operation Ruger’s Helpers for Heroes,” a fundraising effort to raise funds for organizations like Dogs for Heroes and Pets for Vets, who take shelter and homeless dogs and train them to be companion, service or therapy dogs for Veterans. These organizations combine the two things that are very special and important to my family: rescue and promotion of shelter and homeless pets, and helping our nation’s biggest heroes.

Just like me and my dad. My mom watches me work with my dad all the time without either my dad and I even know it, and she is so proud of me.

My parents had planned for me to start on my therapy certification but they didn’t want to rush me. They wanted me to have some extra time to grow up, be a puppy and mature. My best friend is a dog named Linus, one of the dogs at Puddin’s Pittie Palace, and my girlfriend is Thelma over there too!

Oh, and I LOVE to talk! I know how to say “I love you”, “thank you”, “please” and a bunch of half barks/howls. My parents are currently teaching me a “What does the fox say”! 🙂

My mom told me she is grateful everyday to be my mom, and cannot believe how amazing I am, the little orphan puppy.

My family says I’m truly a gift. And I’M NOT A MONSTER.

Lubs,
Ruger

Parent: Stephanie

Dexter, Sun Valley, CA

Hi! I’m Dexter The Pibble and this is my story.

I found myself in a cage at the Santa Monica Animal Shelter when I was just 2 months old. I was picked up as a stray with my furmama and siblings and we were all very sick with Parvovirus and malnourished. Sadly, soon my furmama and most of my siblings passed to the rainbow bridge — they were very weak and didn’t have strength to fight the Parvo. Me and my sister were the only two survivors but they separated us and I was alone for a month in the shelter, in a cold cage with cement floors.

I saw Humans pass by the cages and dogs being taken away from the cages. Some were put back in the cage and some never returned, and I wanted to be one of those that never returned. I had ambition and determination. But they never took me out of the cage, and I heard the Humans said they were going to “put me down” if I did survive…

One day this young couple came in and was looking through the cages. I tried my best to look as cute as possible! I wiggled and wiggled and put my paws on the cage to get their attention…The girl finally came over to see me. I was so excited I could barely stand up straight on the slippery floor.

She called the young man over to see me and they both smiled as they pet me through the holes of the cage. They left to talk to the man that fed us every day and the man had told them I was very sick and had Parvo. The couple didn’t seem to care although the man insisted there were “other healthy puppies to pick from” because I wasn’t going to last long and I was going to be “put down” soon. 🙁

The girl insisted she wanted me so the young man asked what they could do for me. The man said that they would have to wait two weeks to see if I would manage to pull through the Parvo. They couldn’t take me out of the cage due to the virus being lethal in most cases and extremely contagious. He said he would call them…

So I waited… and waited… Two weeks had gone by and the couple didn’t come. I lost hope. I thought they were “the ones.”

The very next day, the couple came back! And boy was I excited to see them! The girl questioned the man as to why he didn’t call them and the man apologized, saying he “forgot”. They took me out of my cage and put me in the patio they had outside for me to interact with the couple. I ran around like there was no tomorrow!

I fell quite a lot at that time. I ran towards the girl and fell, that’s when the girl noticed that I had a couple of scars on the side of my face — one under my chin — and two random and round scars on both my back legs. They didn’t think much of my falling, they thought it was because I was so weak and malnourished still.

As I got to their house and they let me roam freely, my back legs would act up and I would get frustrated because I couldn’t run or walk like other dogs could. Sometimes I would just drag my back legs. The couple got worried and brought me to a vet where they did X-Rays and other tests on me. My bones are terrific so it wasn’t that. My blood work came out good too, so the girl told the vet that I had Parvo when I was younger and the vet said, “That would be why then.”

I had lingering problems from the virus and the vet said that I would never be able to walk normal nor would be able to run much (I couldn’t run more than a Chihuahua at the time). And “around 5 years, he will need a wheel chair,” was the vets words. My new parents refused to believe him and went to other vets who also said the same, including one of them said jumping was out of the question as I would never be able to do it.

My Humans never gave up on me. Then, after 3 months of surviving Parvo and the vets saying what they did, I got Distemper. 🙁 But this time, I wasn’t alone in a cold cage with cement floors and left to fight it off for myself. I had my Humans now who helped me overcome it.

Nowadays, I’ve proven everybody wrong! 🙂 I run, I walk, I jump… I do everything other dogs can do.

I love my life and I love all my friends and furiends in it. I love everybody! Big dogs, small dogs, children, adults… you name it! I learned the very hard way that not everybody loves me back though. I’ve been bit 13 different times! Yup, you read that right. Thirteen different times I’ve been attacked due to owners not being responsible with their dogs. And despite what the media and mean people say, I NEVER fought back, EVER. Not even one growl back. I guess I really suck at being a Pit Bull. BOL!

I am healthy and despite the lingering problems I had (partial paralysis in my hind legs due to the Parvo), I have achieved my CGC and Advanced CGC, I know every command and trick you can think of, and I have a “bombproof” temperament — I always stay calm and responsive to my Humans, no matter what happens! I also do sports like Dock Diving and Agility — my legs won’t stop me from having fun!

My Humans say that one of my greatest gifts, aside of having a contagious smile, is the comfort I provide dogs who are struggling with aggression or insecurity issues. My demeanor soothes their anxiety and helps them become more confident with other dogs. My Humans are dog trainers through an amazing organization, LARPBO – Los Angeles Responsible Pit Bull Owners, and I go to classes where I can help these dogs and show their Humans how their dogs can become with the proper training and socialization.

We also go to events where I can show off all of my tricks and obedience. I even help kids (and adults) to not be afraid of Pit Bulls at events and educate them and their parents. I love to show off by the way. BOL!

My Humans learned a valuable lesson: No matter what, never give up on yourself or an animal. Nobody thought that sickly little falling down puppy would survive, let alone doing all these amazing things to help other dogs and Humans. Right? 🙂

Lots of love, licks and hugs,
Dexter The Pibble

Parent: Mariana

Kellan, Houston, TX

We all have a story. This is mine.

My name is Kellan and my story started on November 12^th. That day, I saw two humans feeding homeless dogs in Houston’s Fifth Ward. I walked up to them…

And that’s when the humans saw me, a walking skeleton with wounds all over, some looked like bullet wounds. It was apparent that I was abused, abandoned, neglected….and I needed help immediately. I didn’t know it at the time, but the humans—Alicia and Yvette—are volunteers for Forgotten Dogs of the 5th Ward Project, an organization who help the forgotten and abandoned animals of the Fifth Ward area of Houston, TX.

They took my photos and sent a plea out in hopes they could find a foster home for me. They also gave me my name, after the fearless leader of the organization, Kelle.

Immediately, they found a foster for me. An angel named Shawna called my rescuers right away without even thinking. She said her heart sank and although she wasn’t sure if she was going to be the help I needed, decided to give me a safe place.

That night Shawna took me home and let me lay on the warmest bed I’d ever been in. She then sat on the floor with me and cried.

I was just happy I could rest safely. You don’t know what a relief it is to be off the street! My rescuers believe I was probably used as a breeder dog and after I was no longer useful, I was either dumped or used as a bait dog. Although the wounds that looked like bullet wounds were actually infected wounds, I was still a mess. Here’s a video my rescuers made of me, documenting all my wounds and scars on my skeletal frame.

Shawna has a wonderful home but my rescuers didn’t want to put her small pets in danger since they hadn’t had a chance to test me with other dogs due to my poor physical condition. So they decided to find another foster home for me, one without any other pet.

This is when my foster dad, Michael, came to my life. Michael was recently separated from a 17-year relationship and was living alone. He is a good friend of a wonderful photographer, Robyn Arouty, who volunteers her talent to help rescues in Houston. The day the plea for a new foster went out, he said to her, “She needs me. And I need her.”

So that’s when this chapter of my life started. Michael & me. 🙂

Robyn decided to do a photoshoot of me and my new fab life, something she called a “Before & After” photos. She enjoyed visiting us often & reported my progress along the way to my rescuers and their supporters.

I love being in my foster home. I spend my days just decompressing which means I just sleep most of the time. I finally gained enough weight to be spayed & my rescuers made plans for my “After” photos so they could list me for adoption. By now, Michael had reconciled with John and that meant they were going back to live in their home with 2 chihuahuas.

Robyn was a worried mess! She was thinking, “Would she want to eat their little dogs? How did John feel about this?” Michael told her it would all be fine. And it was.

Of course I adore my foster family. (I’ll let you in on a little secret: I adore everyone. 🙂 ) And my foster dad Michael is a man of his word. He loves me and is committed to nursing me back to health to prepare me for my new life.

I’ve gained more than 20 pounds. Remember all those bite marks on my face and neck area? Only a few scars remain, and I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life.

• I’m a Dogo Argentino, approx 3-5 years old and weigh 75 lbs
• My fosters say I’m very smart and obedient. I already know “SIT”, “BOX” (my foster dad’s word for kennel), and “OUTSIDE”
• I’m very good on a leash and I will come to sit at your side to signal when I’m finished with my “business”
• House- and crate-trained, spayed & up to date on all vaccinations, I am low heartworm positive and currently undergoing slow-kill treatment
• I’m very gentle with people and other dogs
• I crave attention and companionship; I want nothing more than to just sit next to you and take a nap
• I love the sofa and the big human bed but if you don’t allow me, I’m okay with that. I just think a snuggle with me is just what you need to get to sleep 🙂

If you’d like more information about me, visit my Adopt-a-Pet.com! page. And when you’re ready to open up your home to me, please fill out an adoption application and let my rescuers know.

I’d like that very much.

Love,
Kellan

p.s. Houston’s got a dirty little secret. 1.2 million homeless animals live in the city. Kellan is a lucky girl who no longer calls the streets home, thanks to wonderful organizations like Forgotten Dogs of the Fifth Ward Project. To volunteer, foster or donate to them, please visit forgottendogs.org.

p.p.s. The “After” photoshoot was special. Shawna was there and it was bittersweet for her. She told Robyn,

“Kellan is truly a special dog. I have never seen a dog full of so much grace and kindness. I hope that her forever family understands the enormity of Kellan’s life, what her story means for all of us involved in her journey and how special they are for choosing the most amazing dog. It will have to be a family worthy of such greatness and who understands that more than them “saving” Kellan, I believe she will be saving them. She has so far with every life she has touched.”

Photos by robyn arouty photography

Editor’s Note: Kellan was adopted in July 2014. Sadly she passed away on January 9th, 2015. Her forever parents wrote:

“It is with deep sadness that I write today. Our sweet baby girl Kellan crossed over the Rainbow Bridge last night. For the past few weeks she had not been feeling well. We worked with our veterinarian and were giving her the best care we could possibly give her. She had her ups and downs the past few weeks but the last couple days she was feeling really good. In fact yesterday was a good day for her. She woke up in the morning, ate a homemade breakfast, and received lots of love from me and her dad. She appeared to be feeling good the majority of the day. We do not know exactly what happened or what was wrong (the vet never came up with a clear diagnosis), but we know that she is now in a place where she will never be abused, neglected, in pain, or sick ever again. She was our baby girl and we loved her with all our heart. Rest in peace sweet Kellan. You will hold a place in our hearts forever.”

Otis, Northampton, PA

My name is Otis. Some of you may also remember me as Trump. That’s the name the NYC ACC gave me when they picked me up as a stray.

I guess I got too sick and my old owners put me out on the streets. My body was quite emaciated and I had a very large distended abdomen. Many of my teeth were rotted or missing and there were signs of tumors in my mouth, too. I had difficulty standing tall and not much strength in my hind legs. I showed signs of being kept in a crate too small for my size for long periods of time.

Due to my condition, I was quickly moved to the Euth list. I rested comfortably with the help of the volunteers in those final hours until what I thought would be the end…

But I had no idea how many people were rooting for me.

First it was Urgent Death Row Dogs, Inc. that posted my picture and a plea for help. That led to Walter Ready, a pit bull therapy dog, to contact my mom—knowing she had a soft spot for seniors. So she reached out to Waggin’ Train Rescue late that final night so that they could pull me out of the shelter. Then the Mayor’s Alliance for NYC’s Animals loaded me up in a van and transported me to start a new life in Pennsylvania.

All within a matter of hours. My momma says that we can’t even begin to thank everyone.

Once I arrived, my new family immediately took me to the vet. They found that I had a very large tumor in my abdomen that was attached to my spleen and confirmed an oral tumor as well. Without having much time to consider our options, in a matter of days I took a turn for the worse and they rushed to me in for emergency surgery to try to remove the tumor and my spleen.

The doctor told my momma that there was only a 10% chance that I’d survive the surgery, but she knew I wasn’t ready to give up yet. My momma spent countless hours fundraising the money for my surgery and I was blessed with the love and support of more people than I could imagine, sending new beds, blankets, treats, donations, and most of all their positive thoughts and prayers.

Luckily, I’m a fighter and I made it through it thanks to the wonderful staff at Stanglein Veterinary Clinic and the love, care, and attention of my family. But there was good news and bad news.

The good news was that I survived and seemed to be doing just fine and even gaining some healthy weight. The bad news was that the biopsy results came back on my oral tumor as advanced melanoma. So back to the doctors I went, this time to see an oncologist.

He gave my new family a couple of options, but there was more bad news. You see, the cancer had already spread to my lungs as well.

As of now I’m on chemotherapy and I spend my days relaxing with my step-brothers Kongo and Konah, and my new step-sister Honey. Honey is also a survivor of the NYC ACC and we’ve formed a very special bond. She’s a senior too and thankfully my momma believes that seniors who are dumped in shelters deserve a better ending. I just wish more people would feel that way too!

So Honey watches over me while I get to enjoy a warm bed, long naps, and lots of love every day from my new family. I’m not so sure how many days I may have left, but I do know that I am loved and my momma pledged that I will not die alone.

~ Otis

Parent: Kristin

Editor’s Note: Otis passed away on December 23rd, 2013. From his family: “It is with deep sadness that we say goodbye to Otis today. He has surrendered to the angels who had been waiting to take him to a place where there is no pain, no hunger, no suffering, no loneliness, no neglect. We were honored to be by his side and proud to have had the privilege of helping him die with dignity surrounded by love. We love you sweet old man, run fast and run free. You are in our hearts forever.”

We are so thankful Otis knew unconditional love and what it meant to have a forever home because of his family’s big heart and the rescue village that saved him from death row. We’d like to thank his loving mom Kristin and forever family for all the love and comfort that they have given him. We are honored to have known Otis and to be able to share his story. Run free, Otis.

Rocky & Manders, San Diego, CA

Hello, I am Manders and this is my brother Rocky!

We both came from high-kill shelters here in San Diego, California. I was found in 2008 under a trailer home extremely scared and fearful with just 3 of my little puppies. I was about 1-2 years old then. I was scrawny, dirty and with lacerations and bite wounds on my face, neck, head and body. The humans think I was most likely protecting my babies from coyotes or other dogs and that they must’ve gotten my other pups and she fought them off best I could.

Animal Control took me and, of course, adopted out my puppies immediately. There I was, Mama Manders, the only one left. I was so fearful and scared; I did not show well at the overcrowded high kill shelter. I was the typical dog who was as far back in the kennel as possible, curled up in the tightest smallest ball hoping no one would see me. I had closed off emotionally.

A very nice lady who volunteered there saw beyond the fear and bites and filth and felt that I was really worth saving. She described me as a super sweet mellow doggie who didn’t show any signs of aggression to other doggies but wasn’t really interested in them either.

Of course with how fast they move through the animals at the shelter, I was doomed and set for euthanasia almost immediately upon entering the shelter. An abused, neglected, throw away mommy dog with lacerations everywhere and terrified beyond belief… I didn’t stand a chance.

The volunteer didn’t give up. She tried really hard to save me and when she saw that I was on put on the dreaded “list” for the night, she sent my pictures everywhere, including to someone named Jolene. Jolene was searching for a pit bull to adopt but, unfortunately, she couldn’t go up to the shelter that night. She thought that was the end of my story.

But I escaped the list two nights in a row. On the third day the volunteer, along with some others, pulled me and boarded me for two weeks. That’s when It’s The Pits Dog Rescue stepped in and took me into the rescue. This was when I knew Jolene was destined to be with me.

Jolene knows It’s The Pits’ president, Beth, but she didn’t know they have rescued me. Two weeks after I was rescued, Jolene had a meeting with Beth to go meet some dogs at the rescue. She met four dogs but Beth really wanted her to meet one more dog they just took in who she thought would be a great match. Me. Unfortunately, I had just been spayed and Beth asked Jolene to come back to meet me when I was more up and around.

When she came back, Jolene recognized me right away and when Beth was telling her my story, she mentioned the shelter volunteer’s name and Jolene couldn’t believe it. I was truly destined to be with her! That’s when she adopted me and became my mommy. 🙂

It was not easy for me to adjust being a loved pet. I had never seen a toy or treat before nor received love and affection; I was very closed off emotionally. But my mom knew my beautiful heart and soul was buried under all the hurt & fear and with love and patience, the true sweet dog I am finally emerged.

Then in 2010, Rocky came along. Mommy was fostering Rocky for It’s the Pits. The rescue was told that he was found on a roof-top. Some have said that this is something those nasty dog fighters do to isolate and anger the dogs. Some have also said that quite possibly he was being kept on a roof as a “guard dog” for a property (apparently this is a common practice in some places). Either way, we will never know.

Rocky fits the bill for the coveted “blue nose” pit bull. He was about 5-6 years old and was still not neutered so you know what that means: probably lots of little Rockys out there somewhere. Rocky was a bit handful and kind of unruly. He was adopted before and returned, so he is on his third life. Most likely in the beginning Rocky was either being prepped for fighting, or was being bred or someone thought he was just a cute puppy until one day he was big and strong and lacked lots of manners and no one wanted to deal with him anymore.

Rocky is just like a little kid and never stops. But mommy couldn’t resist his frog legging that he does or those big loveable eyes. Just one month after he came to live with us, he was officially “home”. Yeah, mommy is a foster “failure”. 🙂

He is a big ol’ pain in my butt but I love him nonetheless. Rocky had no real training — Mommy says he was kind of like a bull in a china shop, the complete opposite of me. We balance each other out! Me, miss mellow and him always looking for the next thing to do. He really needs a full time job! 🙂

We both are full of life and love. We love playing. I loves rolling in grass and sunning myself. Rocky LOVES swimming and chasing tennis balls. And we both love car rides and being out and about and can never have enough belly rubs and treats!

We have been rescued and are now on a mission to raise awareness and change minds not just on Pit Bulls but shelter & rescue animals as well. We’re putting our best paws forward to help promote pawsitive Pit Bull ownership, help in cross-posting & networking others in need of loving fur-ever homes in our shelters and rescues and support in any way we can.

We want to bring awareness to animal abuse and educate people on the breed and the misconceptions of Pit Bulls in general. We know what it’s like to be discriminated against and judged.

Our mommy works hard with us everyday to ensure we are good Ambassadors for our breed and reflect responsible Pit Bull ownership as well as pawing it forward. We are working towards our CGC (Canine Good Citizen) certifications and we began participating in local events as well as advocating through our Facebook page, helping the throwaways, the unloved, the helpless and the voiceless.

We advocate for Pit Bulls, Rescues, Rehabilitation and Adoption. We believe with love & patience all things are possible. We are “Monsters” of love.

Thank you for reading our story and don’t forget to stop by our Facebook, Rocky and Manders, and follow our adventures!

Love & Pibble Kisses,
Rocky and Manders

Parent: Jolene

Sadie, San Jose, CA

Hello! It’s me, Sadie! I was born in the East Valley Animal Shelter of Los Angeles and that is never a good start, especially for a pit bull like me.

You see, my dog mom was a pregnant and whoever her “owner” was decided to surrender her to the shelter. She gave birth to me and another pup, a boy. The shelter is a scary place full of strangers; naturally, my dog mom was very protective of us. Because of that, the shelter decided to kill her.

We were only three weeks old when that happened. The shelter then sent us pups to two separate fosters that worked with the shelter, and that is the last record of my brother.

While I was with the foster, I got sick. Something called kennel cough. I was treated and then returned to the shelter for adoption at eight weeks old. I never made it to the adoption list as I immediately got kennel cough again and then demodex.

It didn’t look good for me. The shelter was going to kill me like they did my dog mom!! That is when Smashface Rescue swooped in and rescued me.

The rescue treated my kennel cough and my demodex. They had me for a couple of months and then they put me on for adoption at Petfinder. This is where something very amazing happened: my future moms saw my pictures.

Something in my picture spoke to them. Six months prior, their 12-year-old pit bull died from an auto-immune disease. They were devastated and Mom Dannie became depressed. It was not her first loss of companion animals but this one really struck her; she just couldn’t figure out how to be without her. Mommie Amy decided they needed to look for another dog so they went on Petfinder and saw me…

So they drove 9 hours to LA to go see me!

When they got there, they got to meet a four-month-old pup with no hair, a secondary staph infection and who was sticky and smelly. They watched me interact with the other dogs there and a cat and strangers, and they could see my great personality. I listened to other dogs very well and moms say they could tell I was a thinker. 🙂

So they adopted stinky, hairless me!! To this day I still don’t have much hair but my life from that day on is wonderful!

I’m an AKC Star Puppy, I have my CGC, I’m a certified therapy dog and I’ve worked as a mobility assistance service dog since I was 19 months old! My moms do many things together and they are so happy to see me learn so many things.

One of my most favorite thing to do is hiking!! This was how my moms noticed something else about me.

Mom Dannie wrecked her knee when she was 19; 5 surgeries and over 30 years later she began having more stability issues and began falling more that she had been. She never realized a service dog could help her but she knew she needed to exercise. And with a young pup like me, that is what we did. We’d go hiking everywhere.

After about a year, I had learned to anticipate when Mom Dannie was going to slip because of her knee giving out. Somehow I noticed that just before Mom Dannie would slip, the sound of how she plants her foot would be different and I’d be ready to help her. I would place my body and brace myself so she can use me as a counterbalance. My moms couldn’t be prouder of me because I figured it all out myself!

Ongoing physical therapy involves lots of exercise so we hike 100 miles a month. I have hiked over 3,500 miles in my three years and it has helped Mom Dannie tremendously. Her orthopedic surgeon considers her and her knee a success story because she doesn’t even need pain meds anymore! Mom Dannie brags about how I made that possible for her. That’s why my moms call me the wonder pup.

I love people and I love dogs even more. I like cats (my “sisters” are two indoor cats and we are BFFs; we do lots of power napping. 🙂 ) and squirrels and deer. And I have so many friends. I have hiking dog friends in several cities. I love my friends and if I meet a dog that may not be very outgoing, by the end of the hike I’ll have that dog trusting me and hiking along beside me.

We are active members of groups such as SociaBull (a hiking group) and Dance-a-Bulls (a dog drill team) that promote positive experiences with pit bulls and other dogs. I see my Dance-a-Bull dog friends every week but my two BFFs are Reyna the Australian Shepherd and Mazie the Jack Russell Mix. We hike and play chase, tug and swim.

Oh and my moms like to tell people that I’m a boinger. I get happy and I boing! I can leap up so high I’ll be eyeball to eyeball with my moms! When I see my people friends, I will boing up in the air!

One my Facebook page, Sadie Wonder Pup. we try to show people the wonders of the natural world that you can discover while hiking so that people will be inspired to get out more with their dogs. Everyday in our lives we educate people about service dogs and pit bulls.

We live in San Jose, California, but we travel to the Monterey/Carmel/Salinas area every week for dog events and activities. As a service dog, I go everywhere my moms do so there is always opportunities for education as we interact with people in public. I’m a very good traveler and a pro in hotels and elevators.

I love the ocean and beach and I’m always happy and interested to see where we are going next. Come follow my adventure on Facebook!

~ Sadie

Parents: Dannie & Amy

Chance, Smithshire, IL

Hi! I’m Chance. I was found on October 30th, 2012, at a busy Houston gas station. I was trying to drink some water from an old rusted oil-laced bowl.

The first thing you’ll notice about me is my face. It looked like I was shot in the face; my snout had been partially ripped off. The incredible volunteers at The Forgotten Dogs of the Fifth Ward found me that day by accident. They were out searching for another dog when they ran into me. They gave me some kibbles to eat and seeing my injuries — how it was full of infection — they knew they could not leave me.

My rescuers brought me to the vet, Wags 2 Whiskers Veterinary Hospital. The vet took a good look at me and noticed that on top of my ripped snout, I also have broken teeth and my canine was split in half, which may need to be extracted. My rescuers think I was a bait dog and was probably shot due to poor performance. You see, I am not a fighter so whoever thought it was a good idea to fight me might be disappointed and did that to me.

They gave me a name: Joel. They also gave me a yellow ducky stuffed animal, my first toy. And I knew then I was safe.

The staff at the hospital took a very good care of me. I was getting daily soak and medication to reduce the swelling from infection and abscesses. Slowly and surely I healed, and I learned that not all humans are cruel.

After two weeks, my face was finally healed enough for the vet to perform a super-clean on it as well as my neuter surgery. And my rescuers started looking for a long term foster, or better, a forever home for me.

Far away from Texas, a man who was looking for a dog at the local pound in Illinois was shown a picture of me. He just knew I was the dog he wanted. And that’s all it took.

A plan was made and money was raised to get me to Illinois. A collaborated effort with Knox County Humane Society (PAWC) in Galesberg, IL, its Adoptios Coordinator, Liz Ellis, and some very awesome Facebook friends made this happen.

On December 17, 2012, I went on a transport caravan to my forever home! My new family couldn’t wait to see me. I arrived the next day and guess what, I saw SNOW!!!

My family gave me a new name: Chance. I like that. And slowly, I healed and learned to adjust to being a cherished family member.

My nightmares become less and less. Some of my dreams were horrific for my parents to hear. They’d hear me scream for my life while in a dead sleep and it just broke their hearts. My dad says there is no getting used to it, but just let them become less and less until they’re a faded memory.

My dad remembers the first time he saw me smile and he told me it’s something he will never forget.

He says I’m not even the same dog I was when I first joined the family. I have my quirks, I like to go outside, lay in the pasture, play with toys, and I’m comfortable with my dad. I no longer ducks and runs in to the house when he throws a toy or a ball to play. I now know he’s playing with me so I get excited. And I always brings the toy back, even if it’s just to lay and chew on it. 🙂

I want to share my story to create awareness of animal abuse. I want to teach compassion to the next generation so other dogs don’t have to go through what I went through. I participated in a DARE project with Knox County Humane Society where I met some 5th graders at the school along with another pitbull who only has 3 legs. Her name is Diva and I really like her!

And then, one day in July, my dad saw a photo of this pit bull in Texas. Her name was Darla and she was such a sad looking girl, a stray in bad condition just like I was. She had about 2 months of medical issues to deal with and the good folks at St. Francis’ Angels were taking real good care of her.

My dad told me that he couldn’t explain the magnetism. It was the same feeling he had when he first saw my picture. He just knew he had to help her and that we would be great for each other.

So on October 19, 2013, I welcomed my sister. My dad gave her a new name too. She’s now Lucy and we are getting along great!

Right away, I showed her the yard and we proceeded to lick and kiss each other. Lucy is learning to live with a family and I’m showing her the ropes. We play and lay on the couch, go outside together…We even unstuffed the dog bed together! 🙂 I just love her to pieces! You can follow our adventure on my Facebook page: Meet Chance.

Thank you for reading my story!

~ Chance

Parents: Frank & Lynn

Diesel, Greensburg, PA

My name is Diesel. By all rights…I shouldn’t have lived.

My story begins with my mother whose life was spent in suffering. You see, my mom was found in a bad part of town alone, starved, and scarred. Her ears were cut down to nothing and she had scars around her muzzle, which looked like someone had tied her mouth shut. She was 30 pounds underweight for a healthy female pit bull her size, but in reality she was worse off than anyone knew.

When she was found, she was a month pregnant and you could literally see every bone in her aching body. She was lucky. Lucky to be found. Lucky to have survived. Lucky to have found love, even if it was only for a short time.

On July 20th, 2010, she went into labor. It took her 10 hours to have us all, and I was the last to come out. When I was born, my mom didn’t want me. She ignored me and wouldn’t even clean me off or help me breathe. My human lady had to step in to help me. After she helped me, mom stepped in and took over. I got to spend 11 wonderful days with my mom. She loved us all very much, but it was that love that killed her.

On the day that we all turned 11 days old, a feral cat crept just a little too close to us all and my mom’s instincts set in and she escaped to chase the cat away. Before anyone could catch her, she darted out after the cat onto a busy road and was struck by a truck.

Her people heard the accident and my mom’s screams and ran to her. They picked her up to get her off of the road and her new human held onto her while she passed. Before she went though, they tell me that she kept looking back for us and wanted to get to us. She only survived for minutes after the accident and there was nothing anyone could do to save her.

We were orphans. Eight little puppies with not a chance in this world. Well that would have been the case for a normal litter of puppies, but that was not us. Our human lady stepped in and started to bottle feed us. Granted, it wasn’t anything we were used to, but we were so hungry that we couldn’t care. We needed to eat. We needed warmth. We needed love. And she gave it all.

For weeks, she didn’t get much sleep. We were just too demanding. But through the exhaustion, she still loved us all so much.

It came time for us to go on to our new homes. For us to find our own families to love. One by one, they all left. I was starting to feel like no one wanted me because I continued to stay. I watched everyone leave with their families but I stayed, even though everyone was admiring me while I gave my cutest eyes. Little did I know that I already had my family and my family had a plan for me. 🙂

My human lady and I worked very hard together. I was a very hard puppy. I never gave her a break. I was constantly into something I shouldn’t had been and always had my nose in trouble. We just worked harder…together.

My human lady saw something in me when most just saw an ornery puppy. My determination was unique and I NEVER gave up on anything that I put my mind to. I excelled in obedience and earned my AKC CGC shortly after I turned a year old. Still, though, that wasn’t enough. She tried to satisfy my need to work by using me as a demo dog for obedience. I excelled and thoroughly enjoyed showing off my skills to obedience students, but still it wasn’t enough.

It was right before my second birthday that she started to research canine Search and Rescue (SAR). She began by looking up what traits make up solid SAR K9 and wouldn’t you know that my determination and no-quit attitude were high on the list! She had heard about our county SAR team through a friend who was a member. My human lady contacted the senior K9 handler to see about joining.

My very first training was awesome! I showed them my work drive and my even temperament. I even passed out a few kisses and shared my Kong with these new friends. It didn’t take long for me to pick up on the “game” and within a few weeks I showed such great enthusiasm for work that I knew when we were leaving for work and would do everything but push my human lady out of the door!

I trained solidly with my team for 10 long months. It was not always pretty. It was hard work. We train in any and all weather… snow and rain included. In late June 2013, we had our team seminar with our instructors from Tactical Dog Enterprises. My human lady and I worked very hard that weekend and took in any and all suggestions that they had. By the second day, we seemed to understand each other a little better. What a wonderful feeling!

On the fourth and final day of the seminar, only those of us that were ready to test attended. I could tell that my human lady was very nervous. I took it easy on her. She was so scared when they called us up for our turn to test that her hands were shaking but that didn’t hold either of us back.

She harnessed me up, gave me my scent article and told me to “find”. I dropped my nose and followed his trail. It didn’t take me long to find him. He tossed me my Kong and mom unharnessed me. While she was pulling my harness off, our instructor congratulated my human lady and told her that I officially was the first pit bull to pass their Level 1 test and certify. She almost cried.

It has been months now since I certified and we still train just as hard and in any weather. Next year I will test again for Level 2 and next year I hope to make my human lady just as proud. With that Level 2 certification, I will become operational and will then get to officially start working to save human lives.

My work doesn’t stop there though. I want to share with the world that those of us that were discarded, abused, starved and were given a second chance can make amazing work dogs. Not just in SAR, but police work, detection and even performance sports.

Our unfortunate pasts make us that more determined to prove to the world that we can do ANYTHING.

~Diesel the Wonder Pit

Parent: Emylee

Zaxby, Atlanta, GA

Hi! My name is Zaxby and this is my story.

On October 6, 2012, an animal control officer from DeKalb County, GA, found a black dog in a gutter, a pocket-sized pit bull with scabs, lacerations and bite marks all over its body. That was me.

I seemed lifeless; I was barely able to get up — many people thought I was dead. The compassionate animal control officer rushed me to an emergency vet clinic.

The humans are unsure if I was used as a “bait dog”. I also has some road rash on my belly and elbows so I may have also been hit by a car. While everyone waited to see if I’d make it, the staff decided to name me after a local fast food chicken restaurant, Zaxby. They lovingly referred to me as “the Chicken Wing dog” because on top of all my open wounds, my front left leg was deformed, resembling a chicken wing.

I don’t mind; I’m just happy they care enough to give me name. 🙂

I spent more than a week at the clinic recovering. I was beat up, but no matter what, my body exploded with excitement and happiness. I had no energy, but I wanted to love. I wagged my tail so hard the humans thought it would fall off and I smothered everyone with kisses even on my hardest, weakest days. And I was really grateful to finally rest peacefully, sleeping a lot.

The clinic reached out to Friends of DeKalb Animals to get me rescued. On October 19, I was finally released and one of the staff rescue coordinators instantly fell in love with me and became my foster mom, aka Mom1.

She took me home and introduced me to her dog, Fizzle. Mom1 nursed me back to health, helped me heal and I learned what it was to be truly loved.

My chicken wing leg didn’t have much bone or muscles. The rescue consulted various veterinarians and determined the deformation was a birth defect. The leg used to catch on my leash and cause me pain. The vets knew that it would be best if it was amputated.

In December 2012, the leg was surgically removed. To be honest, the loss of my chicken wing didn’t affect me; after all, I had been hopping along fine on my three legs. 🙂

Mom1 started a Facebook page where she updated fans on Chicken’s – that’s what she calls me – medical milestones. While fostering me, Mom1 discovered that I suffered from separation anxiety and I yearned for human and animal companionship. Mom1 spent a lot of time outside our home rescuing other dogs so she knew that keeping me wouldn’t be the best thing for me.

It was a very hard and emotional decision for Mom1 but she wanted the best for me so she decided to find me a forever home where I could have the attention and companionship that I crave.

In reality, I had some odds against me. One, being a black dog, and two, only having three legs. Then came Mom2.

Mom2 learned about me through another dog’s Facebook page. She and her husband weren’t planning on adopting a young dog, or a special needs one, but they knew their life styles could offer me the care I needed.

She wanted to take me because I had separation anxiety and they work from home, so they were a perfect fit. They talked about how difficult it would be to own a three-legged dog, but they knew I needed them and they can provide me the life I needed.

My forever parents were no strangers to the adoption process or opening their home to a shelter dog. Yet, they had no idea how much their lives were going to change with me.

You see, I am a social media celebrity, had a Facebook following that wanted to make sure I went to the right home. What’s more, my fans wanted to continue getting updates on my new life. 🙂

Mom2 was not an active Facebook person and she was just amazed at the connections they have made on my Facebook page. People even recognized our backyard from the pictures she posted and have come up to ask Mom2 if she has a dog named Zaxby.

She also learned something important after adopting me. She admitted she was shamefully ignorant about the homeless pet situation in Georgia. She had no idea of all the needs local shelters have and how difficult it is for these organizations to meet these needs with the little resources they have.

Dog overpopulation is a serious problem. In April alone, DeKalb County Animal Center euthanized 154 dogs. On average, Friends of DeKalb Animals helps adopt out 50 to 100 dogs a month, but there are so many other dogs that could be helped and saved.

My Facebook page has allowed Mom1 and Mom2 to reach people across the nation. Some of the fans are individuals who feared Pit Bulls. Seeing how gentle and loving I am and how my demeanor is nothing like the bad reputation Pit Bulls have, many fans have told Mom2 that their views on Pit Bulls have completely changed.

Mom2 vowed to keep my Facebook page alive if it helps other dogs and helps change the minds of the people about dogs. Especially Pit Bulls.

Mom1 and Mom2 have become great friends from their experience with me. They only live a few miles apart and Mom1 gets to see me every week. Mom1 has also helped Mom2 get more involved helping shelter animals. Since adopting me, Mom2 has fostered two other dogs as well as helps with animal transports and with overnight feedings.

As for me, I have flourished into a happy, playful, energetic dog. The scabs I had all over my body healed. I have found a best friend in Finn – Mom2’s other rescue dog – and every day I am showered with unconditional love from Mom1, Mom2 and my Facebook fans.

So that’s my story. I am Zaxby the Chicken Wing Dog and I am the HAPPIEST dog ever.

~ Zaxby

Parents: Katharine & Dan

Starla & Zephyr, Spokane, WA

My name is Starla and Zephyr is my little sister. We were both adopted from the Spokane Humane Society. Me and my litter mates were surrendered to the shelter when we were just 5 weeks old. Lucky for us, we went straight to a wonderful foster home and didn’t have to spend any time in the shelter.

I met my mom a couple weeks later. The moment I saw her, I knew she was mine! I ran straight up to her and gave her a big puppy kiss. That’s when she knew we were meant to be together.

My mom adopted me and we’ve been best friends ever since.

I was mom’s first puppy so I was good for her. I was potty trained in only a couple weeks. I rarely ever chewed anything I wasn’t supposed to, and I slept all through the night. I was a breeze at training. Mom didn’t work much so she was almost always home and we did everything together. She calls me her baby, because I am like her first child.

Mom ended up rescuing/ adopting a couple more dogs throughout the years so I’m not an only child anymore. She rescued Mr. Bojangles from the streets. Breezy was rescued from a bad home. And mom adopted Zephyr from the humane society while she was at the fair.

Zephyr was complete opposite of me, she was a wild child. She wasn’t a mean dog, just very crazy. Mom had to take her to a few trainers before she finally found a method of training that works for Zephyr.

Now that Zephyr is more under control, she is an awesome dog. Zephyr is very smart and learns new things fast. She is mom’s little trick dog and loves to perform her tricks to people. Zephyr has become a great bully breed ambassador.

Zephyr and I are best friends now. We love to play and do everything together. Mom takes me and Zephyr to events all the time and we help bring awareness of shelter animals and what wonderful companions we can be. We always encourage others to adopt, not shop! And if anyone ever has questions about it, we help educate them.

When mom is able to, she fosters for the Spokane Humane Society. We have a lot of fun helping to raise kittens and occasionally puppies. It’s hard for us when they get adopted but we are happy to have given them that chance.

Me and Zephyr, along with our other siblings have an Instagram where you can follow us on our daily adventures and to bring awareness on rescue dogs. Follow us @starlas.pack.

Zephyr and I are on a mission, to change minds about shelter dogs and pit bulls. We advocate for them and we educate about them. Our motto is Adopt, Don’t Shop! While animals are still dying in shelters, we don’t believe people should be purchasing from breeders or pet stores. Save a life instead.

Someday we hope that every animal has a home and there will be no need for animal shelters anymore.

Thank you for reading our story!

Parent: Brytany

Roo, Decatur, GA

Hi! I’m Roo. My story started on August 23, 2013, when the Georgia Bureau of Investigation went to serve an arrest warrant at the property where I lived as part of a multi-state dog fighting bust.

When they arrived at the house, the suspects were not there, but there were several dogs present, including me. Dekalb County Animal Services took all of us into their care and arrested the woman that owns the house. From all the dogs rescued that day, I was the one in the worst shape.

What I went through at the hands of my abusers was documented on every inch of my body: I was littered with hundreds of scars, I have a severely disrupted left wrist and a mauled right leg, missing a paw.

When the average person thinks about dogs involved in dog fighting rings, they think of a scary, vicious pit bull with a drive to kill. They never imagine a dog looking like me. The cruel dog fighting world involved dogs like me: timid, female, pocket-sized pit bull that they can use for breeding litters after litters of future fighters as well as throwaway practice dogs.

I am the face of dog fighting and for more than two years, I was forced to fight for my life.

When the folks from Friends of Dekalb Animals (FODA) met me, they knew they had to find a way to help me. In spite of my traumatic history, I am a sweet and loving girl. My new friends said that I’m a dog who touched everyone I met and they wanted to make sure I got the best care possible.

Many know me as Roo the Resilient; my name comes from my resemblance to a kangaroo — due to my injuries, I do look and bounce just like one. 🙂

I needed immediate medical assistance and FODA worked with the county to coordinate my release to a foster home. Ten days later, I went to my foster home.

My foster mom Chrissy works at the shelter as a rescue coordinator and works to place dogs with FODA. My foster parents have fostered numerous special needs dogs, rescued from Dekalb County Animal control like Xena the Warrior Puppy. They knew I was the next dog they were destined to rescue and help heal.

Once I was taken to veterinarian specialists, the plan for my recovery was set in place: The joint in my left broken leg needed to be fused into the normal position. This will give me better mobility and less of a kangaroo hop.

As long as all goes well, my rescuers believe that I will have better mobility and less pain. I get around well now, but the bone fusion will make me much more comfortable. If for any reason that does not provide enough support, my other leg will require surgery and a prosthesis.

So my bone fusion surgery was scheduled for Thursday, Oct. 3, 2013. The doctors expected to keep me in the hospital until Saturday or Monday, just to keep a close eye on my leg’s swelling, drainage, and how well I walked on the splint. Guess what? I was released back to my foster parents the next day. 🙂 There were no complications and being in my loving foster home is the best place for me to heal.

My foster mom noticed that I seem to be standing taller and I’m getting used to being able to walk normally. It is also no surprise that since I’ve been in my foster home, my personality has flourished. And I started smiling! I’m no longer the dog with a broken spirit, sad eyes and no smile. I’m playful, loving and I started to trust humans again.

I’ve really come out of my shell with my foster parents. With new people, sometimes I like them and sometimes I don’t trust them. But when I do, I love them! I have not been exposed to other dogs yet other than in passing. (My foster brother is Super “Monster” Mr. Wilson the Elderbull.) When my physical issues are resolved, I will work with a trainer on socializing more with people, new places and dogs.

As for the cruelty case, I’m the only dog with enough visible injuries to help build a case of animal abuse against the criminals who owned and fought us. I’m considered evidence and will not be available for adoption until my abusers are prosecuted, convicted and the case is closed.

For now I will heal and learn how to walk on my repaired leg. And heal I will; my foster mom saw that the little teardrop scar is now white fur, the rest grew in white and brown and you can barely see them any more.

And for the first time in my life, I’m enjoying sunshine on my face, soft beds (I love them!! Sometimes I’m allowed to put one bed on top of another bed), squeaky toys, treats, toys with treats inside (yes, they have treats inside!), belly rubs and gentle hugs, especially from my foster dad. I love it when he picks me up and carries me. I call that the Foster Dad Express. 🙂

My foster parents and all my human friends promised that I will receive unconditional love. And I love them back unconditionally. Because love conquers all.

Dog fighting broke my legs, but not my spirit. And when the criminal case is closed, I will be ready to look for my forever home.

Drop by my Facebook page: Roo the Resilient and follow the journey to my happily ever after. Thank you for reading my story!

~ Roo

Editor’s Note: FODA is sponsoring all of Roo’s medical bills thanks in part to a generous donation by Xena the Warrior Puppy’s family who have started “Friends of Dekalb Animals: Xena and Jonny Shelter Fund.” If you would like to help Roo, you can make an online donation towards her medical expenses.

Editor’s Note: On September 20, 2015, Friends of DeKalb Animals shared this wonderful news:

“Roo has been with us for two years as an “evidence dog”. She was part of the #367 dog fighting bust, but since she was found in Dekalb County, Georgia while serving a warrant and not in Alabama during the bust, her case was initially not linked strongly enough to the federal case. That changed recently when her owner left threatening messages on a witness’s voicemail & Roo’s case moved to federal court. As a result, Roo has been released from limbo.

We have witnessed Roo’s transformation both physically & mentally over the past 2 years. Her physical scars healed and one front leg was repaired while the other was removed in a lengthy surgical process. We saw her first smiles, her relax, and even begin to interact & want to be around other dogs. Roo’s emotional scars will sadly always be there. She has triggers, similar to PTSD in people, where she becomes fearful & defensive with other dogs. As much as she wants their company, she is a dog that will always have to be carefully managed due to her past.

For this reason, and the fact that her foster home is the only place she has ever felt safe & loved, we will keep Roo in her foster home as a long term foster. Roo is extremely happy, knows her routine, and feels safe. FODA will support her future medical care so she does not ever have to feel scared or vulnerable again & can remain with the family she loves. Roo is no longer a piece of evidence in holding; Roo is home.”

Churchill, Las Vegas, NV

Hi! My name is Church! My story started on February 7, 2013, in the Las Vegas county shelter.

I was the big white dog with no name other than A697798, sitting in the isolation room. It was here that a couple of animal rescuers from Little Friends Foundation would stumble upon me, and I would change their lives forever.

I was not on their list of dogs to pick up that day — they only had room for three. Luckily, one dog was in the same isolation room with me. When they rounded the corner, I put my giant paw against the gate and started wagging my tail. They all knew instantly that I was coming home with them one way or another.

Unfortunately, the 72-hour mandatory stray hold made it impossible for them to take me home that day, but driving home that afternoon none of them could keep their minds off me. They decided then to name me Churchill, and while they didn’t realize it at the time my legacy had just begun.

They received a call a few days later when I was supposed to be neutered and picked up that they had discovered a stage 5 heart murmur. The staff were uncomfortable putting me under anesthesia. The rescuers weren’t terribly worried — they had previously taken in a Chihuahua with a stage 5 heart murmur that was ultimately unaffected by the diagnosis…

Well, this was not the case with me.

On February 21, 2013, I had an echocardiogram at the Las Vegas Specialty Center and was diagnosed with Severe Subaortic Stenosis (Severe SAS). The general life expectancy with this condition is 1-2 years. I was barely 2 years old. With medication and little to no exercise, sometimes, dogs with Severe SAS can live longer.

My rescuers were all in shock…and a bit hysterical. For the next few days, it really seemed like time stood still for them.

Once they could think, once they realized that time couldn’t freeze, they got moving. They knew in their hearts that I was sent to them for a reason — they weren’t sure what that reason was just yet, but they knew there was something. In the meantime, what could we possibly do for me?

The answer they came up with was seemingly obvious: make sure however much time I have left is the best time I’ve ever had.

My bucket list was started, and we slowly but surely started checking things off. Once that was off the ground, my rescuers realized that I was gaining popularity and overtaking LFF’s Facebook page. They figured the only way to manage it would be to create a Facebook page of my own: Churchill the Polar Bear.

We had no idea it would take off the way it did. Within days I had 1,000 fans!

Before we even really knew what was happening, people from all over the country were captivated and wanted to help make my life the best it could possibly be. Everyone moved forward to help me accomplish his bucket list items as well as create new ones. My rescuers were all completely stunned by the love and support suddenly surrounding me, a dog that less than a month ago didn’t even have a name.

Shortly after my diagnosis, I was taken home by one of LFF emplsoyees…and she recently adopted me!!

I now spend my days talking to all of my friends online, going to work with my mom, and playing with my 4 brother dogs, 2 human brothers, and my exponential amount of aunts and uncles. I continue to check items off my bucket list.

Check out this one: #20. Visit Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Kanab, UT!! 🙂

“#33. Have a Foundation in My Name” has been on my bucket list for quite some time but we just weren’t entirely sure when or how to make that a reality. Then LFF — the shelter that rescued me and became my family the last two years — announced they were closing due to circumstances beyond their control. Suddenly it became clear as to why we were all meant for each other.

So we are starting The Churchill Foundation, a place where homeless animals can find solace and find out what life is suppose to be like. A place where the stigma of shelter animals is disposed, and they are looked at more as treasure than trash. Just like me.

My humans told me that as much as they saved me, I have saved all of them too in a thousand different ways. I’ve shown them not only an inordinate amount of strength and courage, but when they all need it the most, I’m showing them that it’s not time to quit just yet.

So instead of quitting, we start a new journey and do it with a courage that anything is possible.

The foundation is going to be a place to truly makes a difference in the lives of the animals we save. A place that impacts the community and the people within just as much as the animals. A place where people can feel like part of the solution and not the problem. A place that we’ll call home.

This is our dream and we are building it to carry on my legacy long after I leave this earth.

I’m Churchill the Polar Bear. I’m a shelter dog living with a terminal heart condition. I’m goofy, a bit clumsy and  slow moving, but I’m loved and probably one of the happiest, most spoiled dogs you’ll ever meet.

~ Church 🙂

Parent: Lara

From Churchill’s people: We’d like you to join us on our journey. Be a part of The Churchill Foundation: Like us on Facebook, donate and share Churchill’s story — help us write the next chapter. Thank you.

Mac, Cape Girardeau, MO

I am Mac the pitbull. I am a rescued pit bull Mom got off a street corner to keep me from being used as something called a bait dog or worse.

I weighed 4lbs when Mom got me at 3 months of age in April of 2011. She and friends have no idea how I survived?! My tiny body was hairless from mange and I nearly died as a puppy.

Mom says I am her heart walking around outside her body and I quickly became a “foster failure”. Everyone that hears my story are all certain I would be dead by now had Mom not got me that day.

Very early on the parents noticed my limping and strange walk and realized they were in for the long haul with my health and growth problems. Mom spent the summer of 2012 working three jobs to come up with the $4,000 needed for my surgery. I had my first ACL surgery Nov 2012 that failed miserably requiring two more surgeries because of infection.

I just had my fourth surgery on that leg this summer and I am still recovering. If this last surgery “fails” I will probably lose my “chicken leg”. AND I will still need my other leg operated on for the same genetic defect. Mom encourages me and we are staying positive and I know that I am in the best place I could be.

I am PITBULL STRONG and while dealing with lots of my own ailments, I use my positive energy to help others. I raise money by selling shirts and stuff in my very own Etsy store or on my Facebook page for other pitbulls in need. My trademarked motto: “i am pitbull strong” came about because I and others like me are strong-hearted. And have to stay strong against BSL and stereotypes.

After we raised the money I needed, we realized we kept selling the shirts. What to do with the money? Mac’s Fund was born and my campaign to pay it forward began!!! All money raised from my shirts/decals go towards “Mac’s Fund” for other pitbulls that need a forever home and I have given away over $5,000 in my various campaigns so far since the start of 2013!

I have a loving home and want to pay it forward so others can get their forever homes like mine. Since I have been dealing with my own surgeries and crate jail I have been getting treats/toys sent to me as I recover. I turned that into “Mac’s 1for1” which is an Amazon wish list. A person who wants to send me a get well presents selects two identical items and I give ONE to the local dogs at the shelter.

I also do a $50 monthly “doggie goodie box” to a sick/injured dog we find out about through my friends. May it be cancer, an illness, an injury, or a recently rescued abuse case we specially tailor the goodies to that dog and happily try and make their day better.

Mom and I have this great ability to raise money when we need it for others. We are very transparent with photos of receipts and such on my Facebook page to show we are really one of the good guys that does good with the trust given to us.

We foster dogs all the time, we call it a revolving door of helping dogs get their homes. I volunteer and now so does my adopted sister Zayda as a dog’s therapy dog of sorts for the adoptable dogs. We do this at a local shelter to help socialize the adoptable dogs (we feel volunteering is very important). By the way, Zayda was rescued out of San Bernardino kill shelter this year and just like me, became a foster failure. Mom says she was destined to be ours — she’s my mini me! 🙂

Mom says I am a “good guy” who loves everyone I meet. I have a ton of WONDERFUL friends who keep me standing strong on my “bad legs” and we love them all for it. This is my journey…

THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!

Love, Mac and the mom

Parent: Rochelle

All photos courtesy of Mac the pitbull

Daisy, Weeki Wachee, FL

Hi! My name is Daisy! I just turned 1 in March of 2013. My life started out pretty complicated.

There was a nice disabled gentleman that had come home to find my Pregnant Dogma tied to his back porch…half starved and scared to death. Luckily this guy didn’t make my story end there.

He took my dogma in and fed her and kept her comfortable until she had her babies. My Momma comes into the picture about 6 weeks later. The gentleman was in a wheelchair on a fixed income and was having a very hard time feeding my dogma…let alone 10 pups and keeping the HUGE mess cleaned up that a litter of pups makes. 😉 He started telling all the neighbors about us and my Momma’s friend thought of her right away.

Momma said the first time she saw us was so heartbreaking. We were all so tiny, blown up with worms and very non-socialized. She said we were the saddest, shyest, ten little Pit Bull puppies — we hid and cried instead of the usual wigglebutt, wagging-tail puppy kisses greeting you would get from puppies. We were covered in fleas, full of worms, and living in our own waste. Our Dogma was friendly and proud to show off us puppies but she too was in bad shape, extremely emaciated.

I was the first one to come up and meet my Momma. She had no intention of bringing home another pup at this time, but she said as soon as she picked me up, in that single second all of that changed: She knew I was going home with her that very day.

Momma went and bought dog food and puppy food and some Milkbones for the gentleman to be able to keep us until she figured out what to do with us, and he agreed to let the rest of my family stay there and not take them to the pound. She came over to feed, clean and visit with us on a daily basis.

After about a week, Rugaz Rescue agreed to take us. Momma was beside herself. She bathed my Dogma and the rest of my siblings, loaded them into her car and delivered them to the rescue. They have all been happily adopted out to forever homes. 🙂

Although I was shy and timid at first with my new family, I became a part of the pack within a week and, Momma said, even started to run the show!  In just a week my world was changed forever! I now knew love, I was safe, I had a furever family, and a name: Daisy!!

Momma has always had dogs, but she said there was just “something” about me that she can’t really put into words. Momma was in a difficult point in her life. She was a stay-at-home mom, in a rut and just bored. She said since the day she brought me home I have made her a happier lady. I know I make her laugh all the time with what she calls “all my little shenanigans.” Momma said I complete her and she knew she had to share me with the world.

That’s when she made me my very own Facebook page: Daisy ~ The Little Itty Bitty Pitty Princess. She had no idea that starting that page would open her eyes to all the awful images, stories and mean people that literally hate me just because of the way I look. Momma wishes that one day BSL will not be around to threaten me and those like me. She also wishes that people would adopt more of my breed type from shelters and rescues.

She tells everyone, “They are the most loving and loyal dogs you will ever come into contact with and when you save them from that, they will repay you ten times over that in LOVE!”

We are now Bully Breed Advocates, we push Adoption is the ONLY Option and we try to educate as many people as we can on BSL. I want every dog to have that same opportunity! If we all band together we can defeat BSL. You are our voice!

I have a wonderful life and I love my family more than anything in this world. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

~ Daisy

p.s. I have taken it upon myself to share and help all the pups at Urgent Dogs of Miami. Without our help these babies don’t stand much of a chance to find their furever homes. Please share them far and wide. Thank you!

Parent: April

Odie, Oak Harbor, WA

Hi! My name is Odie. My first year of life wasn’t the nicest one. I was misunderstood a lot.

You see, the people that had me didn’t know that I needed exercise. They used to leave me all alone without toys or anything to keep me busy and they also didn’t walked me or took proper care of me.

Lucky for me, Happy Tails Happy Homes found out about me and decided to help me. When they met me, I was almost 1 year old and I have never played or had any toys to play with. They took me to a foster home. I was nervous and my foster mommy tells me now that she was nervous too because this was her first time fostering a dog — and a pit bull at that!

My foster family already had a dog. Her name was Tasha and she taught me so many wonderful things. She is like my big sister. When I first got to their house, I was very afraid of men and I just didn’t trust anyone, but they didn’t give up on me. There was this miniature human and her mom that loved me and showed me how to trust again. Natalia, the tiny human, was 2 years old then. She was so tender and was never afraid of me, and I liked that.

Slowly I started trusting humans and understanding that life is good. However, things didn’t turn out to be perfect. My foster family saw that I was limping a lot. I was afraid they would give up on me and give me away…but the total opposite happened. They talked to the rescue and told them that they want to adopt me!! 🙂 Oh, I was so very happy.

They had the vet check out why I was limping. The vet told them that I have very bad knees and that I will eventually need surgery on both knees. So far I had one surgery done and it wasn’t fun at all but my family stood by my side — literally! My mommy even slept on the floor with me for one week.

It has being a year since my surgery. The vet tells us that when my other knee goes out, they will have to do surgery on that one too. 🙁 That’s not fun.

I wonder if I would’ve had a different puppyhood maybe things were different? Anyway, there is nothing I could do about that. Now let me tell you about my life.

I get plenty of balls and toys to chew on. Mommy got very upset when I chewed her shoes so i decided to stick with the balls and toys that she gives me. Since i came to this house I have never destroyed anything (expect her shoes, hehe).

My human sister keeps me very busy and we play a lot. I think she sees me as her big brother. She dresses me up. She goes and hides somewhere in the house and mommy lets me go and I go and find her. When I find her mommy gives me a treat. I love treats.

When my human sister doesn’t play with me I play with my dog sister Tasha or I play with my human papa. Did I tell you that they taught me how to swim? I LOVE swimming!! Too bad Tasha doesn’t swim, and she’s a labrador. I don’t understand why she doesn’t like to swim — I think is a girl thing. 🙂

I get spoiled a lot. I also get plenty of exercise. We either go swimming, for a bike ride, walk or on the rainy days I get on the treadmill. My mommy and papa keep me busy and I love it. Mommy also worked with me and trained me, and I passed my Good Canine Citizen test. My family was so proud of me.

Since I’ve been here mommy has fostered more pit bulls. One of them is “Monster” Christian who was adopted and now lives with his big brother, “Monster” Bodie. (Christian is the grey pup with the big grin between me and Tasha!) I like all of them. I get sad when they get adopted but soon after that we foster another one. I guess there are a lot of dogs out there that need help and a foster home.

For the last year, I have noticed something different though. We haven’t gotten new dogs and mommy looks like she is always hiding a HUGE watermelon under her shirt! I keep hearing ”the new baby will be here soon” and I don’t know what it means but everyone is excited so I am too. I guess mommy is taking a break from fostering. She looked big and very uncomfortable and I think another dog will be too much for her for now.

I know that any changes that we will encounter my family will help me to understand them and they will teach me how to properly handle those changes. I wish people wouldn’t tell my family that they need to be careful with me specially when I’m around the kids. It makes me sad.

My family defends me and they tell those people to please don’t judge without knowing the facts. Once a lady stop my mommy and told her that I should be euthanized because of who I am. That made me very sad but my mommy defended me and when we got home, she cried and hugged me and told me that she doesn’t understand why people judge so much.

I know I am forgetting so many wonderful things to share but I think this is enough. I just know that I am thankful to Happy Tails Happy Homes for saving me and placing me with my new family. I am also very thankful for my family; they love me very much and they will always love me unconditionally.

~Odie

Parent: Sandra

Editor’s Note: On August 12, 2013, Odie welcomed another little human sister as part of his family. Congratulations!

Sweetie, Grapevine, TX

Hi, there! My name is Sweetie. I’m an old gal with a goofy grin, full of snorts, and some serious hard knocks. My story started when I was tragically abandoned at a boarding facility in the spring of 2012.

A couple of volunteers were walking rescued dogs at the boarding facility when they noticed me. Years of cranking out litter after litter and spent confined to an outside concrete dog run had taken a toll on me.

Riddled in pain, I could barely stand. Seven years of lying on concrete yielded sore spots and callouses, and flies had laid eggs in my fur. I have a messed up tongue that often drags below my lower jaw. My paws, bloody from chewing, were barely able to support my weight. One of my teats was infected so horribly that it dragged the floor.

The card on the kennel gate read “Sweetie.” It was sort of ironic since I wasn’t too keen on people coming near me: I snarled. I snapped. I lunged.

Judging by the way I’ve been neglected, the humans didn’t blame me for distrusting them. People hadn’t been kind to me. Some of the humans who saw me believed my quality of life was likely to only improve through the kindness of death.

Surprisingly, I was someone’s “pet”! I was boarded there by my “owner” and I sat waiting for him to return. Weeks went by, and then months. It became clear that my “owner” was never coming back so the boarding facility went through a long and tedious process of gaining legal custody of me.

During that time, the volunteers — I learned that their names are Kristan and Audrey — brought me bones and treats in an attempt to earn my trust… and to distract me from chewing on myself. None of it was easy; my health deteriorated further, but I began to approach the humans more and more — still growling, still hating on them, but with cautious desire to interact.

Sometimes I was so depressed that I could only breathe heavy sighs. After months of having only food and water slid to me through a chain-linked fence and receiving whatever treats they had to offer, one day I finally stood close enough to the gate for this one volunteer, Kristan, to touch me.

I groaned a little, but switched sides allowing Kristan to stroke my fur again through the fence. It broke her heart and numbed her brain — it was like touching cardboard. “How could someone treat a creature so terribly?” Kristan told me later that when her fingers connected with my fur that first time, my suffering was tangible, and she felt it in her soul. She can’t explain it but that moment she knew my spirit was still alive. And that I was trying.

They continued to visit me and after awhile, I even wagged my tail when I saw them and let them kiss me.

In mid-summer 2012, the facility won custodianship of me. Kristan arrived to jailbreak me on behalf of DFW Rescue Me for my well-deserved trip to the vet. She put a leash around my neck and she hugged me. We marched to the front of the facility, out the door, and into her truck. I was scared, but I trusted her. At last.

At the vet, the other dogs were nervous and frightened, but this was my best day ever. I smiled like a big dorky girl in that office and licked every hand that reached out to pet my nasty, flaky fur. Jim from DFW Rescue Me told Kristan earlier in the week to tell the hospital to give me the full spa treatment. The woman at the vet’s office stroked my fur and said, “We certainly will. She deserves a spa day, doesn’t she?”

Later that day, Kristan drove me to her home to recover, but she had little faith she’d be able to safely foster me with her other animals. After all, she’s no dog trainer and she always told folks she’s a cat person at the end of the day. But she remembered my progress and thought to herself, “Maybe, just maybe things could work.”

That first month I was kept in a room alone. I wanted to eat the cats and other dogs. The next month, I wanted to eat the cats and other dogs less. I went on walks and supervised play time in the yard, and I decided to befriend my foster parents’ little Italian Greyhound foster guy. I was moved into a large crate by the patio door so I’d have a better view and also spend more time observing the offending cats, whom I became slightly less dead set upon devouring. Slightly.

By the end of the third month, I made friends with the cat, Mr. Bob Dobalina, a grey tabby tom dude with titanium tolerance. Like a helicopter mom, Kristan began leading me around the house on my leash so I could hang out in general population. She could tell I wanted to please my foster parents and was grateful; I just needed to take my time.

In the evenings, Kristan and I would sit in the hammock in the backyard and stare at the sky together. I would close my eyes, lean into Kristan sighing and kissing her cheek. My teats weren’t swollen anymore. My fur felt like…fur. I was content. And Kristan even said I’m beautiful now.

She’d sometimes look at me in complete disbelief that I was the raggedy old hag who used to spit and cuss at her just months earlier. She’d hold me and tell me everything was going to be ok, but she knew we still had a haul ahead of us.

Even though I was improving, my thyroid wonked out. So here I am, an old pit bull with a sordid past and a condition that required medication twice a day for life. I wasn’t receiving boatloads of adoption applications either.

Kristan wished I could only get along with her little dog, Nova Party Pants, who was still pretty irritated I was crashing at her pad. Rock and a hard place, but with a little wiggle room for hope.

Then a couple months went by and I was snoring on the couch when Nova slumped up next to me. Burrowing into the fatty folds of my belly, Nova passed out. Everything really was going to be ok, Kristan realized. Nova just needed time, too. There they were: Four cats and her beloved gal pal Nova…and me. Victory.

Because my progress was so significant, Kristan began socializing me on Main Street. Then we started going around in the car more. Oh and I’m proud to say that now I made appearances as a Voices for Justice dog, an educational program DFW Rescue Me presents to local elementary schools and children’s groups within the Dallas/Fort Worth communities. (I was even on the news because I’m a superstar like that.)

On March 6, 2013, like almost a thousand people before her, Kristan completed an online application to adopt. She closed the laptop after sending the application and told me, “So you’re staying. Forever.” Then, for the the first time ever, I tore apart the kitchen trash. 🙂

So that’s the story of my second life. I’m here because I didn’t give up, and I made my humans believed in me. When those flies were laying eggs in my cardboard fur, I could’ve given up…but I didn’t. I chose to become a better dog when new people showed me a light.

Now I got a family that can’t love me enough, a little Basenji-Collie mix BFF, and my very own cat gang who all are groomed by my giant tongue as often as I can stay awake. My family says I shed and smell like hell, but they don’t care.

As I lay next to Kristan, snoring with my pokey out-y tongue hanging out and drooling on our (yes, our) bed, she whispered in my ear, “Welcome home, Sweetie. This is our sweet hereafter, old girl.”

I’m home. At last.

~ Sweetie

p.s. You can come hang out with me on my Facebook page: Sweetie the Incredible.

Parent: Kristan

Rewritten from Six Days at The Fair: Sweeties Sweet Hereafter and Old Girl Has a Posse with permission from Kristan Turns.

Rosie Lou, Winnetka, CA

Hi! I’m Rosie Lou. I guess I had another name but I don’t remember it anymore.

I was found all curled up like a little red ball on a couple’s doormat in May of 2010. A man saw me run across a busy street and then lay down at the door. He rang their bell for me because I couldn’t reach since I was only about 8 months old. He told the lady who answered the door that I wasn’t his and then he left.

I think the lady was afraid of me because she yelled for another human to come quick. The other human put a leash on me and took me to the yard. I didn’t have any I.D. or collar but I was so pretty he just knew that I must be loved and missed by someone in the neighborhood. He set out door to door to find out who lost me.

After some time he came back with no luck. The lady put some food and water in the yard but I was too scared to eat or drink. The lady said that I couldn’t stay because I was a Pit Bull and they had Collies and that I might hurt them. The man told the lady that he didn’t know what to do except take me to the pound. So, off I went with the man to the pound.

Oh, now I was shaking and really, really scared because this place was awful. There were so many dogs and they were all barking. The man had been nice to me but now he was gone and I was alone…

I don’t know how many days went by but it was a long time in dog time. I was trying to hide from the humans who came to look at me in my cage but then… there they were. The man and the lady who found me had come!!!

They called me Rosie Lou and talked to me. I gave them kisses and they petted me for a while. I was sooooo happy but then they left without me. 🙁

“Why!!!! Why didn’t you take me home with you?” I cried. I went back to hiding in my cage.

After a long time though, they came back!!! I found out later that they had to wait until Friday for me to be available. They talked to a man who had been taking care of me and said, “Yes, that’s the one we want”. Just like that I was out!

I call them my Mom and Dad now, and they took me to be “fixed” and for shots. Before I was even wide awake from my operation, they whisked me away to their Vet. It turns out that Mom and Dad had to get on something called an airplane and go on a trip, but Mom said she couldn’t leave until I was theirs and safe.

Today I live at the beach with an old lady Collie named Sammy Sue and a Mastiff named Zane that Mom and Dad rescued a year ago.

My name is Rosie Lou and I love my Collie and my Mastiff and I love my life!

Oh, by the way, I had a DNA test done and it turned out that I’m a very rare Pittie indeed! I’m American Staffordshire Terrier, Bull Terrier, Miniature Pincher and Papillon! Mom and Dad laughed so hard they were crying! 🙂

Ema, Justin, TX

Hi! My name is Ema — that’s with a long E, and it means mother in Hebrew.

My boyfriend and I were wandering the streets alone, when Humane Society of Cedar Creek Lake picked us up and discovered I was very pregnant! Fortunately they are nice people, and even though they weren’t set up to care for a mother with pups, they gave me a chance and networked me on Facebook. The ACO was so nice he even let me spend the night in his office! 🙂

My foster mom saw me on Facebook and decided she had to do something, so she contacted Animal Allies of Texas (AAT), and said if they would pull me, she would foster. They said yes and I was off to my foster home.

Two weeks after I moved in with them, I gave birth to 12 beautiful puppies! My puppies were named after rock stars.

I love my puppies, but they’re weaned now and going to their forever homes. Me? I’m ready for a home of my own, maybe with a big, loud, lovable guy, like my foster dad for sure. Oh, and a big comfy bed, please. 🙂

Here’s my quick stats:

• I’m about 3-years-old
• I look like I am pure Staffy and weigh about 62 pounds
• I am spayed, chipped, and up-to-date on my shots
• I am also heart-worm positive, but foster mom is taking care of that and AAT is paying for the treatment
• I am sweetheart who enjoys cuddling, but I also have loads of energy and like to play
• I love people, all people! But I can be awfully bouncy, so a home with older kids would probably be best
• I’m great with other dogs, and would like a buddy to play with
• Cats are okay, but sometimes they just need a quick chase 🙂
• Stuffies are the best, and emptying them is fun!
• I’m still learning how to live in a house; things like, “four on the floor” and no wrestling on the bed when foster mom is in it…
• I walk well on a leash, and I like going on adventures (especially car rides), but I like coming home just as much

My foster mom says I’ve had more than enough litters in my life, and we’re going to fix it so I never have to do that again.

I’ve been a good mom, now I’m ready to just be a good dog.

~ Ema

Editor’s note: Ema’s foster mom just informed us that they’ve decided to make her a full member of their family, so she is a foster no longer. They are also adopting their 15-month-old granddaughter, so Ema will have a little human sister. 🙂

Photo credit: All Animal Allies of Texas photos by Melody Hamilton

Bella, Lindenhurst, NY

Hello! I’m Bella and I’m a Pit Bull mix.

I had a rough past. I was previously known as “Ella” and I was dumped at a NYC kill shelter by my “family.” I was abandoned like all the rest of the poor dogs out there. I was there for a few weeks and I didn’t know it at the time, but there were people who tried to get us dogs out by sharing our photos on Facebook.

A 19-year-old girl named Kate saw my picture online. She liked dogs, but was by no means an animal lover nor had any dogs. For some reason, my photo captured her attention and it would not leave her mind.

Three days went by, and the more Kate tried to focus on her everyday life, the more I would pop into her head. On the 4th night, she couldn’t sleep.

“I have to get this dog,” Kate said, in shock at the words that were coming out of her mouth.

She drove from Eastern Long Island, 45 minutes into the city by the guidance of a GPS unit. Kate wasn’t familiar with the city, but could not shake the extremely strong connection she had with my photo. She was sure that I must have been adopted out by now, and doubted that I’d be available anymore.

Finally, Kate pulled up to the run-down looking shelter and to her surprise, I was available and in isolation, not out for the public to see. As soon as Kate met me in person, she knew that she had to take me home. It just felt right.

So on November 5th, 2012, I was rescued! And Kate changed my name to “Bella.”

A few days after my rescue, Kate discovered a few surprises. Not only was I scheduled to be euthanized the morning after Kate had picked me up, but the family vet had declared me one month pregnant! Thank goodness for intuition!

I gave birth to 6 beautiful puppies. Three of my pups went to family members but Kate decided to keep three with us: Gem, Holly and Lucky. 🙂

Now, 6 months later, Kate and I are a “team”, trying to spread animal rescue awareness and bully breed awareness.

“Without Bella,” Kate says, “I wouldn’t have found my calling.”

Yes, I am a Pit Bull mix, as well as my 6 miracle puppies. “They are the sweetest, smartest, most lovable doggies out there.” says Kate. “Without Bella, surely the world would be different — or at least this family’s world.”

Without Kate, I would just be an unwanted dog, forgotten and killed at the shelter. Because of her, my puppies and I are here. She is my world.

Parent: Kate

Betsy, Tucker, GA

My name is Betsy and this is my story.

I was discarded and dumped at animal control in January 2012. I was scared and very pregnant. Someone posted a picture of me on Facebook and marked it urgent. A woman named Beth saw the picture and thought I was beautiful. She’s a very active foster for the Atlanta-based Animal Action Rescue but knew she would be crazy to even think about fostering a pregnant dog.

The very next day Beth heard that an animal hoarder/backyard breeder had passed away and that over 40 dogs were being brought to the same shelter that I was at. She knew right then that she had to go get me out. Before my time ran out, the rescue got me and Beth became my FosterMa.

FosterMa took a good look at me and it was clear from my body’s condition that I had been used as a backyard breeding dog and forced to deliver many litters of puppies. The fly bite scars on my ears revealed the cruel life of a dog kept outdoors in the Georgia heat.

I settled into my foster home and discovered the comforts of bedding, warmth and loving human contact. I was taken to the vet for medical care and I was healthy. An examination revealed I would likely give birth to five pups.

After about seven days in my foster home, my labor began. Twenty-seven hours later, I gave birth to 11 puppies! My births were aired live over the Internet where me and my puppies became famous overnight! Here’s my last litter: Walter, Louie, Wilbur, Earl, Howard, Waylon, Ina, Mary Alice, Fraser, James and Calvin. Fans continue to tune in daily for their puppy fix and to check on me, super “Mama Betsy”. Everyone said I was the best mom. And I love each and every one of my puppies.

The puppies kept growing. When they were old enough, they were placed in foster homes. (Of course, all 11 of my puppies were spayed and neutered before they got adopted to loving homes.)

And I rested and started my new life! My days are filled with naps, new experiences and LOVE. I have lots of friends I can do fun things with. I also got to see some of my puppies and have a great time. I love my new life. If my old “owners” could see me now, they’d see the perfect dog they didn’t want.

I’m now adopted into a loving home and I got to visit FosterMa often. I have reminders of my old life: My ears scarred from fly bites, my neck scarred from an embedded collar, and I also have Heartworm Disease. And I continue to spread my message far and wide: To stop backyard breeding and promote spaying and neutering!

Then in late August 2013, I started to not feel well. I was drinking excessively, drooling, sometimes refusing food… A few visits to the vet and blood work revealed nothing out of the ordinary. Then in the first week of September, I started vomiting.

I had to be admitted to the emergency vet with acute kidney failure. An ultrasound revealed enlarged kidneys and after further tests, my family heard the one diagnose they didn’t want to hear. I’ve been diagnosed with Cancer. Lymphoma.

Everyone who knows me know I’m a tough girl. After my kidney levels were stabilized, I started chemo and I will continue to fight! My mom and FosterMa told me they are going to give it their best shot and get me the best treatment, if it just buys them some time to spoil me rotten!

I’m an advocate and voice for pit bulls everywhere. I’m also here to remind you that shelter dogs are special.

You can come visit the page my FosterMa made for me: Betsy & Pups. I look forward to see you there!

Love, Betsy

Parent: Betty

Editor’s note: On Tuesday, September 24th, 2013, Mama Betsy’s journey ended. From her family: “She may have only been with us for a year and a half, but it felt like forever. Very few dogs touch as many people as Betsy did, but very few dogs are as special as she was. Betsy saved countless dog’s lives in her short time here, inspiring so many families to adopt/foster and spay & neuter their pets. We are so thankful for the time we had with her — we will cherish her last litter that we’ve watched grow into amazing dogs. Thank you all for loving Betsy & Pups and a HUGE thank you to her final home, that allowed her to stay in our lives. RIP Mama Betsy.”

Daisy, Richmond, VA

Hi! My name is Daisy Mae – Pittie Princess and I’m an American Pit Bull Terrier. My mom and dad rescued me in August of 2012 from a long life of living on a chain and now I’m the Queen of my household.

I was rescued when I was 8 years old…well just over a year ago. I can’t really say I was abused but just kind of neglected. You see my original owner got me when I was just a little pup. He was a “repo-man” and he thought I’d look scary riding around in his tow truck. Well needless to say, he made a lot of bad decisions and I wound up being shuffled back and forth from his mom’s house chained to a tree and his brother and sister-in-law’s house.

Somehow during all this time I managed to escape time and time again…I even gave birth to 2 litters of puppies, until the sister-in-law had me spayed. She even took care of me when my original owner let me fall out of his pick-up truck, dragging me behind because he had me tied up in the bed of it.

She medicated and bandaged my paws for weeks until they healed. Sometime after that I ended up living with them because my original owner went to prison; they were kind of like my foster family.

Then one evening in July, there was a birthday party for my foster mom and that was the night that I met my forever mom and dad. My mom was friends with my foster mom and she and her husband came to the party. I kind of think now they came especially to see me.

I was really dirty, skinny and smelly because I lived chained up in a pen out in their backyard. But my future mom didn’t care. She bent down and started to love all over me. I whined and cried when they finally had to go.

But they came back again and again over the next few weeks. They would come and give me baths, take me for walks and for car rides…(I love car rides!) And I showed them how good I could be…like I knew how to “sit” and I remembered that I was house-trained.

One day they came to get me and never took me back. That’s when I got adopted, August 19, 2012 and I’ve been with mom and dad ever since.

They took me home to live with them and their 14 year old Maltese terrier “Baby Niki”; he went to the Rainbow Bridge this past September. I got my own food bowl, it’s hot pink and has my name on it, my own toys and even my own bed (I’ve never had a bed before). The best part is that I got to live inside with my mom and dad.

I like to spend my time going for car rides, having my picture taken, barking at people from the apartment balcony, going to doggie daycare and lying on the sofa watching television. Mom likes to sing to me and she always tells me how pretty I am, and I must say that even though I don’t have any front teeth (they’re all broken off) and I’m graying around the muzzle, I do look pretty good! 🙂

I now live with my mom, dad and a 5-month-old white pit bull puppy named Eleanor; she is deaf and a real handful. Mom got her from the rescue that she works with, Ring Dog Rescue, in Richmond, VA. She says because I’m so good with puppies that it’s my job to “show her the ropes”, so that’s what I’m gonna do.

I do kind of like her…I guess she can be the princess now as long as I can always be the Queen. 🙂

So that’s my story. I’m Daisy and I’m not a monster.

Parents: Dawn & Neal

Georgia, San Diego, CA

Hi! I’m Georgia and my second life began with a confiscation in a neglect case somewhere around Moreno Valley, California.

I was taken from the deplorable conditions I had been living in along with a younger dog (the humans think he may have been my brother or possibly even my son), and we were both transported to the Moreno Valley Animal Shelter. It’s the Pits Dog Rescue emailed Lionel’s Legacy Senior Rescue that they were taking the younger pittie, in the hopes that the senior rescue would be able to take me, the old girl. And that became my name for the time being: Old Girl.

I was severely emaciated, malnourished, and had a large mammary tumor hanging from my belly. I also had terminal breast cancer and the vets advised that I be put down immediately. Lionel’s Legacy ignored the vet and had some wonderful volunteers pick me up and transport me to a San Diego animal hospital where I would be under observation and boarded until medical and temperament testing was done.

Then they set on finding me a special foster who can handle my extraordinary medical needs. My medical condition was serious, and that the time I had left would be brief. Blood, ooze, bandage changes, medications, and countless vet visits were not typically the normal life of a foster parent, and it could be a tough road. This was essentially going to be hospice fostering.

And they had someone definite in mind to care for me — and they knew that this particular foster home, with its gentle, welcoming senior foster siblings and endless amounts of uncompromising love, would be the perfect place for me to live out the rest of my time, whether it would be weeks, or days.

You may asked why rescue a terminally ill dog with possibly just days to live? Lionel’s Legacy’s founder Laura Oliver simply says:

Because my time on Earth hadn’t been great. Because I had given all my love to numerous litters of puppies and to possibly my humans too. Because I would doubtless be overlooked and disregarded at the shelter due to my age and my condition. Because I needed to know what good, kind-hearted people are capable of, and the joys and bonds that can be experienced with loving people.

And because I shouldn’t die alone in the shelter, after a lifetime of neglect and from an illness that might have been preventable with the proper attention and care.

The vets advised to let me go but Laura saw strength in me that the vets weren’t seeing. Even in the condition I was in, I had a will to survive.

My soon-to-be foster mom went to the animal hospital to meet me to see my disposition with other dogs and cats — she has three dog-friendly cats and was concerned how I would be around them. A temperament test was never administered as the hospital assumed that I would be euthanized. That concern dissipated upon seeing me walk into the room for the first time.

I was all bones, walked with a wobble, had a stiff body demeanor indicative of painfulness, and a very large tumor hanging from my belly. I would not look toward her, I did not look at the techs that brought me in the room, I would not focus on anything; I just stared straight ahead as if waiting for the next blow.

The sight of me took her breath away; she had seen photographs of dogs in this condition, but never had she seen one in her life that looked like me. The techs left the room and she was alone with me. After spending time talking to me softly, she tried to gently touch me but I flinched and recoiled. Meanwhile, my tumor was oozing blood and infection all over the floor from an open wound.

She was undaunted. She continued to speak softly, slowly to me as if she had known me already for years. She acted as if we’d been companions all along. She read off the list of names had been suggested on Lionel Legacy’s Facebook page, and no response. I just stared straight ahead until she got to “Georgia.”

“Georgia…,” she sang quietly. I turned my head slightly to cast a glimpse of the foster, and considering her condition, that was a big response… “Georgia it is,” she said. Beautiful, sweet Georgia.

But I was still detached, distant, as if I had already given up and did not want to be reminded. The techs came and lead me away, back to my kennel. “She wasn’t eating,” they said. “She wasn’t engaging. She was dying.”

The vet on duty came into the room in a bit of a huff, chastising my foster mom for her rescue group taking me on. “This dog has DAYS, that’s it,” the vet snapped. “Why not spend your money on a dog that’s going to live longer than a few days… she’s unresponsive to human contact, she will not eat, she’s got terminal breast cancer and should be put out of her misery immediately.”

As is the procedure, the vet called Laura and told her the same things. Laura then asked to speak to my foster mom. “Are you up for this?” she asked. “I’m up for this,” my foster mom answered back. Laura simply replied, “All right then, that’s settled.” And I was going home.

The original point of rescuing me was to basically administer palliative care and provide me with the safe home and the things necessary to live and flourish that I had not been given previously. And, the most important ingredient, the love and caring of a human heart that would be mine until the end of my time here.

My foster mom said that no matter how long I was with her, be it weeks or days, I would be loved and safe and cared for. And I would know this.

Lionel Legacy’s vet met me, and instead of reading the rescue the riot act for taking me in, opted to say, “I see the glass half full: She could be a miracle dog so keep her happy until she’s not, and you’ll know when that time is.” Keeping me comfortable and happy was the goal (I was too frail and emaciated to undergo any kind of treatment or surgery). And should I thrive in my new environment, there might be options for treatment. She prescribed the right combination of medication, suggested ways to get me to start eating, and told my foster mom what signs to look for in the event that I just wanted to let go or was in pain or discomfort.

The DAYS that it had been predicted for me had went by, and more days followed, and weeks passed. I was putting on weight, filling out a bit, eating on my own and had a brightness to my eyes that had not been there before. I had bad days, and mostly good days, but mainly, MANY days, and I showed no signs of slowing thus far. I would not miss my walkies, not even on my bad days, and I was learning by way of socialization that humans can be loving, caring creatures.

I loved to visit people, loved to ride in the car, and bonded with my foster siblings (two large senior dogs — one is Super “Monster” Torrey Blue, a retired therapy dog) in addition to my foster felines. My tail wagged often, and I would run to the door with it wagging, in the hopes of finding visitors, especially children.

I was still contending with the ungainly tumor that hung heavily off my skin and caused my gait to wobble. A constant reminder that I was not well. And it was understood that any day could be my last with my foster mom and siblings. But as long as I was with them, said my foster mom, we were going to make these days the best days of my life.

One of the many remarkable thing about us dogs is our incredible resilience and ability to overcome our past, whatever it may be. My foster mom had seen this happen slowly with me. Whatever I went through, and for however long, it was slowly fading. My rescuers hoped that was being replaced by the very best times and the most enduring love that they have for me. They couldn’t love me more…

My medical conditions, including an enlarged heart, were being monitored by the vet and were scheduled to be re-evaluated shortly. My foster mom, and the hundreds of well-wishers who visit my Facebook page, were praying for a miracle for me: That my health and body were getting strong enough to consider removing the unwieldy tumor and letting me live out my remaining time like a normal dog, comfortable in my body.

My foster mom knew I was a hospice foster, but after having me for a while, she really did begin to believe that I was going to be a miracle.

I was getting so much happier and comfortable so she thought, “We’d have the tumor removed and she’d have a recovery.” Then in the middle of August, a few weeks into my second life, I started going downhill. It was so unexpected, and horribly dreaded; my foster mom didn’t really see it until the morning of August 17th.

I stopped eating basically the day before, although she brought me four cheeseburgers and I ate them, which were a welcome surprise. But she could tell I was probably eating them to please her more than anything else. I wouldn’t take any of my magical ham this morning (she stuffs my meds there), so she ran out and got me roast beef, my absolute favorite thing. I turned my head, then turned back and tried to take the beef into my mouth but had to let it drop. I was letting her know in several ways that my little damaged body was giving out, and that it was time for her to let me go.

She finally laid down on the floor with me, as she often did, and looked into my half-closed eyes and understood what I was regretfully trying to tell her. She told me she would take care of me, she would be with me every moment, and that she loved me so, so, so much.

She then drove me to the vet’s, hoping that I might get better on the way (she was still in denial), and the vet would be able to do something. But I faded so quickly in the car. I just leaned on the back of the seat, staring at her the entire ride. My foster mom looked into my eyes as much as possible and kept telling me she loved her. My gaze was soft and loving, and she kept her hand on me.

And she saw that I was very peaceful. It was time for me to go Home. I was leaving her and I knew I absolutely broke her heart into pieces.

In the end, despite my short time, my foster mom told me that I did win because I continue to educate and affect people. After I crossed the bridge, my Facebook friends climbed to over 1,000 and continue to climb. As each person reads my story, sees my photos and understands better what neglect literally means and does to an animal who depends on us, I win. With each new person who learns of my story and falls in love with the brave, giving pittie, I win. And my foster mom says that those who fell in love with me and were fortunate enough to spend time with me, they won, too.

I overcame odds against me more than once: being taken from neglect, being rescued from the shelter, finding a rescue organization who would care for me, finding a foster who would love me the rest of my days, and living longer than the two days that were predicted for me. And then I found over 1,000 friends to love me.

I will always be in your hearts. My life and death mattered. I’m Georgia the Miracle Pittie and I was loved.

~ Georgia

p.s. I know my foster mom misses me so badly. I miss her so badly too.

From Georgia’s foster mom, Dyan: Georgia touched my soul deeply. She left a mark on my heart that I won’t be able to erase. But I’m not the only one. Hundreds of Georgia’s friends on Facebook are feeling the loss of sweet Georgia, none of whom have ever met her. Her story, from the absolute neglect that caused a malignant tumor to spread without treatment, and emaciation and malnourishment, to the happy, beautiful pittie who out-walked her two healthy foster siblings and spread smiles all over the Internet with her daily adventures, there was just something about Georgia that made you fell in love with her. She was a miracle pittie. You just wanted her to win, to get healthy and have a normal doggie life.

As one Facebook friend said on Georgia’s page after she had passed, Georgia was previously destined to be killed in the back of a shelter, and no one would have ever known of her existence. In three week’s time with us, she had more love, snuggles, walkies, treats, chewies, belly rubs, nose kisses, lying-on-the-floor one-on-one time, car rides, adventures, and MORE love than she could have ever had in her prior lifetime. And the love wasn’t all from me, she had, at the time of her passing, over 900 friends who followed her daily and highly antics, sent her wonderful messages, watched her daily health and wished her well constantly. The girl was LOVED.

Cami, Winona, MN

Hi! My name is Cami. I am a 4 year old Rottweiler and I am not a monster.

I was used for breeding and was abandoned at Winona Area Humane Society in Winona, Minnesota. In January 2012, I was on the hunt for my new family.

I was in the shelter for 3 months before my mom saw my picture on the shelter’s Facebook page and fell in love with me. She couldn’t stop looking at me for days. She knew that she had to have me.

Mom already had a dog, Dozer, an English mastiff who was 6 months old at the time. It took Mom 2 months of harassing my dad to convince him to come look at me. She just knew that I was going to be a special dog.

Dad was weary of getting a dog from the shelter — sometimes humans are just nervous about not knowing a dog’s past. After a few weeks, Mom finally convinced Dad to foster me because she had read online that I was having a hard time at the shelter from living in the small cage. This gave me a chance to prove myself.

It didn’t take long before Mom and Dad knew that I was going to be a part of the family. On April 10th 2012, Mom and Dad officially made me a part of the family!

I have been with my new family for just over a year now! Life has been great! I spend my time playing with my brother, playing fetch, swimming and going for walks I wish that every dog could be as lucky as me.

You can see more of me and my brother on our page, I Love Gentle Giant. Mom made the page to share her love for us with the world and to work on education on dog ownership and so-called “dangerous breeds.” My brother and I are not monsters.

Thank you for reading my story!

-Cami

Parent: Diana

Ivan, Rochester, MI

Hi! I’m Ivan. My story is about timing; how timing is everything.

Throughout my life, all I have wanted is to find a place where I can be accepted for who I am. Having severe anxiety issues especially during thunderstorms, my previous owner decided that he was going to throw in the towel on little ole me. He had given up. Not wanted to be bothered I guess with accepting me for who I am.

That’s how I ended up at the vet’s clinic. Luckily, the vet Dr. Tommy Barkham and vet assistant Courtney Poole refused to give up on me. Dr. Barkham asked my previous owner if he could foster/board me in attempts to find a new forever home for me instead of just putting me to sleep. He agreed (I’m so glad he did!).

So that’s how I evaded my initial fate. However, countless weeks passed and not a single person showed the slightest interest in me…

Dr. Barkham didn’t know what he’d do with me when his buddy Mike stopped in with his black Lab mix Shea for her annual check. Remember I said timing is everything? Mike only takes Shea to the vet’s once or twice a year but that day decided to go to the clinic to see Dr. Barkham, his good friends and former high school wrestling teammate.

They were catching up on old times and Dr. Barkham decided to ask, “Holtz, do you want another dog?”

Mike barely had room for Shea but curious, he asked why. Dr. Barkham went on to tell my story, of how my previous owner had wanted to put me to sleep.

Mike asked him how much time I had and he said until Friday. This was Wednesday afternoon! Mike immediately ask him not to put me down and offered to pay to have me boarded longer. Being the great vet and person that he is, Dr. Barkham says that he wouldn’t — probably just to make Mike not feel bad about not taking me.

Something in Mike’s gut told him to ask more questions about me. Before long, they brought me out to see if Shea and I would get along. Mike thought that if we didn’t then he had tried and done his part.

Well, guess what? We got along and tails were wagging… 🙂

Mike asked Dr. Barkham if he could come back the next day and take Shea and I for a walk with his girlfriend Krista (who is also the proud mother of Shea). When he left the clinic, he told himself, “Mike, you know if you come back tomorrow with Krista there is no way you could leave Ivan knowing that by not taking him you are signing his death certificate…”

Krista was excited to hear about me so the plan was set to come see me.

The next day, I was in an outside kennel. As Mike pulled up and got out of his Jeep, I got up and started wagging my tail. Mike looked at me and told me, “You’re coming home with us, bud. Don’t worry. We are going to take care of you.”

That was it! That’s how I got adopted!! 🙂

My Dad says I’m a perfect fit to the family. Of course in the beginning Shea was like “Who is this new guy on my turf!” and had to lay down the law a few times but I was understanding and OK with it. I’m just happy to be along for the ride.

I know that if it wasn’t for the help of so many people I wasn’t going to make it out of the week, let alone the year. There is a reason why my Dad took Shea in for her check up that day. There is a reason why Dr. Barkham and Courtney didn’t give up on me. There is a reason why my Mom said we have to do something. Everyone played a part in changing my life for the better.

My coat has filled back in (I lost almost all of my hair from my anxiety) and I sleep under the covers every night. My Dad told me that even though we are constantly working with me on my storm anxiety, he wouldn’t change a thing.

He said that Shea and I have made him a better person and changed his life. You see, my Dad is a veteran of Iraq and Afghanistan — and someone who has always been “emotional” with high highs and low lows. He told us that he’s fortunate to have us both in his life because he battled plenty of inner demons throughout his journey in life but he knows that regardless of how his day has gone, when he looks up at the top of the stairs he’ll see us with tails wagging, happy to see him.

My Dad says we put a smile on his face everyday.

So that’s the story of how I became a member of TEAM HOLTZ! Thanks for reading!

~ Ivan

Parents: Mike & Krista

Editor’s Note: Mike saw the poster we made of Faith, a beautiful female puppy who was dumped in Houston’s East End Hidalgo park (a dangerous park where animals live and die everyday). She ate out of trash and begged for food from passersby. She lived in rain, in the cold and the heat.

He decided to do something & adopted her. Faith was rescued on April 22, 2013 by a community of Facebook friends who pulled together and guided her to safety. She is now living happily ever after with Shea and Ivan! Check out her video. Thank you, Mike!

Sadly, on December 21, 2013, Ivan crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. He had lung cancer and it spread very quickly; by the time he was diagnosed he only made it another month. His dad had been a wreck leading up to the day he had to let Ivan go. He said, “As hard as it was, it was the right thing to do. My buddy was starting to suffer and it wouldn’t be fair to have him struggle any longer. I just wanted to thank you for the awesome article on Ivan and his story. He crossed over the rainbow bridge peacefully and is now running free of pain with all of the other “monsters”.”

Mr. B, Germantown, MD

Hello! My name is Mr. B!

I used to be called Brinx by my former owners. And one day they dropped me off at the Washington Humane Society saying they could no longer care for me. 🙁

At the time I was a bit overweight and was very confused about being in this new place. I started to lose weight because of stress.

Being both deaf and an elderbull (and a very nice gentleman!), I quickly became a staff favorite. I got to spend lots of time in the office and nice people would bring me special treats. And another big surprise: I was neutered and had my teeth cleaned! 🙂

Soon I moved into foster mom’s house. She was a very nice lady with four dogs of her own. This was much better than the shelter!

Not long after foster mom got an email from the lady who would become my forever mom. A few days later I met her and two of her dogs, and we got along great! I was sad to see them leave but by the end of the week, forever mom was back to take me to my new home!

I now live with seven humans, 4 dogs, and a fish! Since moving into my forever home, I learned how to climb onto the sofa and bed — at first with the help of special dog stairs and then all by myself! I am very food-motivated and know signs for sit, down, stay, come, no, up, and good!

There are fun toys and bones and treats here, and a yard where I can run around or lay in the sun. I have collars, bow ties, bandanas, sweaters, and even custom-made pajamas for when it’s cold and my legs hurt.

Mom says she’ll never understand why I was given up but she’s happy that I’m now part of the family. I’m glad too!

~ Mr. B

p.s. You can follow my adventures on my Facebook page where I promote the awesomeness of pit bulls, especially those who are extra special like me! Oh, and I pop up here and there in Mom’s blog, Queen’s Pits!

Parent: Theresa

Editor’s Note: On January 7th, we received news of his passing from his mom. “Mr B passed away around 3 am. He was with 4 of his human family members plus a wonderful vet and vet tech. He was truly a gift and touched so many lives. We are absolutely heartbroken.”

Thank you, Theresa, for giving this sweet elderbull the best years of his life.

Everest, Gates, NC

Hi all! My name is Everest. My story is a very common story for a bully breed dog.

Whoever had me as a puppy made a conscious decision to not care for me, starving me. I was picked up by animal control and taken to the county shelter. I was frightened, cold, dirty, emaciated and so very hungry but I never stopped wagging my tail.

In the afternoon this lady came in and she had the sweetest voice as she knelt at my cage. I could tell she was upset by the look in her eyes. She noticed that I had the biggest bony head in comparison to my starving little body, but that’s not what caught her attention. She said I had the most soulful brown eyes and my spirit for life just filled the air. She told me it would be alright and she left, but she promised to be back. And she did!

She took care of me while I was in the shelter. She came everyday bringing me scrambled eggs and filling my food bowl. She would take me out and play with me (oh, I loved seeing her!). She would let me out of my kennel while she was caring for the puppies in the puppy room and I would lay on the bed playing with toys she brought me.

One day they took me away and I was terrified that I would never see her again. I was taken to be neutered as I was being readied for an adoption event. When I returned, she was there. She never planned on adopting me but she realized she could not separate herself from me. So she became my Momma! 🙂

She never judged a dog based on breed so I was just an individual to her. I’m just her “Bubba”! It wasn’t until we started going out in public that she felt the pain and anger of breed discrimination and hate. We would go in stores and hear horrible comments from total strangers, things like “that’s a killer dog” or they would walk on the opposite side.

This just broke my Momma’s heart and angered her that folks would judge a sweet loving dog like me, a dog that would openly love them. She decided then that I would make a difference.

We attended obedience classes and after 6 long weeks of training daily, I took my AKC Canine Good Citizen test and passed! I also became a registered Therapy Dog. Momma and I joined the Pit Bull Awareness Coalition (PBAC) as breed ambassadors and quickly began work.

We are on the performance drill team with the PBAC. We perform routines for demonstrations, parades and events to show folks how great us dogs are and that we can work together. Oh, and I LOVE to perform!!

My Momma & Daddy are so proud that I am the first ever pit bull type dog to be in a school reading program in Hertford County, NC — the very county that abused and starved me. We are in our 3rd year with the Riverbarkers Therapy Dog Reading Program at Riverview Elementary School; we go twice a month to assist at-risk and beginner readers. We also visit special needs children and work with autistic children. I love visiting all my friends!

During my visits, I encourage them to practice their reading skills so they will be ready at the next visit. They’d beg to read to me and they’ll tell you I’m their dog! 🙂

I’m also teaching them compassion and safety around dogs. Most of them have chained dogs and they’ll tell you they can’t touch their dogs, so for many I am their first positive interaction with a dog. I can show them what a companion dog is through my behavior and love. They love all over me without fear; they know they can because of who I am.

After each class visit I perform for my friends. They call me the circus dog while I perform my many tricks and stunts. Oh they just can’t get enough! They will ask, “Can he do one more, please?” 🙂

I also have my own reading program, Discover Tails Therapy Dog Reading Program, in our county. We meet every Wednesday evening at the public library for any kid wanting to practice reading. We also attend special reading events at our local elementary school in Gatesville.

My Momma thought it was important for me to give back to my own community. I’m helping to foster empathy for animals with the local children. Our county has hundreds of chained dogs living horrible lives and if working with me saves a dog, then we are successful.

Another thing my Momma and I are doing is improving our animal shelter. It is a kill shelter so we are lobbying with the county commissioners for changes to our vague animal ordinances and lack of enforcement in hopes of becoming a humane county for animals and especially dogs like me.

I am a breed ambassador every minute of every day. I show through my actions that I am faithful, loving, intelligent and goofy. My Momma said I am truly an amazing soul and is definitely her doggie soul mate.

She is so proud of me. I have overcome many obstacles to be who I am. I am a true rag to riches story. Not bad for a dog no one wanted! 🙂

Thanks for reading my story! And don’t forget to drop by my facebook page, Everest Out of a Pit!

♥ Everest

Parent: Carol

Bodhi, Houston, TX

Hi everybody! My name is Bodhi — Bodhi Girl or Ms. B to my many friends and followers!

I was rescued in January 2013 in a true example of Facebook sharing saving lives! My Angel, Lisa, got in touch with my foster parents through Facebook and they put operation save-my-life in play.

I didn’t have the best start. My owners kept me locked in a kennel inside of an apartment and when they moved out, they left me and my furry friend in the parking lot. 🙁 I was very skinny and snappy and animal control was called to pick us up. My furry friend (who has found her forever family) was calm enough to be picked up by Lisa, but I did not want anyone to get near me.

Lisa had tried for a few days to find someone to help me, only to be told that every rescue was full and they could not help her. Unfortunately, by the time Lisa and my foster parents connected, I had been picked up by animal control and slated for euthanasia.

But, thanks to the quick work of my friends at Love Puppy Breath Rescue, I was tagged for rescue!

My foster parents were foster pros, but they were not quite expecting the difficulties I would have to overcome. At nearly a year old, I weighed in at only 26 pounds, my undercarriage was stained from long periods of laying in my own waste, my nails had probably never been cut, and I was very angry (at everyone).

Not to be discouraged, my foster parents set upon the task of helping me know that I was safe and loved and would never go hungry again.

The first few weeks were difficult. I did not want to let my foster dad anywhere near me, did not want to meet any new people, and was very possessive of my new things. But, love and patience won — I started to trust my foster parents, discovered a love of new things (especially balls!) and learned to accept affection from people.

I have started to enjoy new people and whenever my foster parent’s friends come over, I love to play ball (BALL!) with them and let them rub my belly. My favorite things are playing fetch and tug, sitting on the sofa with my foster dad, and munching on carrots.

I have been with my foster family for just over six months now and I have decided that being a dog is pretty awesome! 🙂 I still have some emotional healing to do, but my foster parents know I am ready to start interviewing awesome families that may want to become my forever family!

Here is some additional information on me:

• I am part pittie – part diva dog!
• I am about 1 ½ years old
• I weigh about 55 pounds (my foster mom says I look a little like a bullrito now! Hehe!)
• I am spayed, heartworm negative, microchipped, and UTD on my shots
• I LOVE to run and play (I will chase a ball for hours!) so I would be good for an active family
• I am working on my leash manners, but I am good at sitting and down
• I am looking for a special family where I can be the only pet (my foster parents think I’ll be best in a one-dog environment so I can continue healing emotionally, at least for now)
• Because of my high energy, and not having been around kids before, my foster parents think I would be better suited for a family with either no kids or older kids

I currently live in Houston with my foster family and would love to meet an awesome family to call my own forever!

If you are interested in meeting me or think you may be my forever family, I am listed through Love Puppy Breath Rescue or you can email my foster mom for more information!

You can also see more photos of me on my foster brother’s Facebook page, Reggie the Deaf Pit Bull.

Thank you for reading my story!
~ Bodhi

Elle Mae, Albuquerque, NM

Hi! My name is Elle Mae the Pretty Pittie Princess!

My story starts off sad. When I was born to my doggy mommy, I didn’t have good people to take care of me. They didn’t deworm my brother, sister or me. They didn’t show us love or even care about us.

We had an angel watching us because a lady from the Humane Society rescued us when we were 5 weeks old. Right when they rescued me, they took me to a big building that smelled like a lot of dogs and cats. It was something called a veterinarian office. Everyone carried me around cause it was hard to walk: My belly touched the ground and my little legs barely moved me when I tried to walk.

I remember that day real good because it was the first day I saw my new mommy. When the vet did the exam and tests they found out that my little belly was full of two different kinds of worms! Eww! Worms in ma belly! 🙁 My new mommy couldn’t take me home that day. She had to promise to come get me on Sunday cause she was working and had to do something called Adoption paper work for the lady who rescued me.

When Mommy and Daddy picked me up the next day it was so amazing! I had something called a crate to ride home in, but Mommy didn’t put me down. I loved all the attention. Daddy tried to act tough at first (I found out later he never had many dogs in his life!). It only took a few looks for him to realize how awesome I was. 🙂

We got home and Mommy and Daddy introduced me to my big sister, Baby. She wasn’t much older or bigger than me but she took such good care of me, bathing me and holding me. Our fur even matches! I found out she was what everyone called a Kat, but I prefer to call her Kats Kattypus’z. Since Baby took good care of me when I was a baby, I don’t chase her around the house ever. She grew up kind of bossy like a real Big Sister so I listen.

When Mommy and Daddy took me home, we had a big house on a farm, with lots of places to run! Then they had to move from that house cause it was too far out of the city, and I got to spend some time at my Grandma and Grandpa’s! It was amazing!

At first, my grandpa didn’t like me cause of how I looked. Mommy says they were scared cause some bad people make pretty dogs like me do mean things for entertainment. But it didn’t take too long for my Grandpa to love me. He is one of my best friends! I love hanging out with grandpa! He has 4 1/2 of these things called acres. I don’t really know what that is, just know that it is fun to run around them!

I stayed with Grandma and Grandpa for about a year before I was back with Mommy and Daddy. Mommy came to visit me as much as she could.

Just this past year Mommy and Daddy decided that we needed to live in this place that is like a big sandbox. I miss my grass sometimes. But there’s been all kinds of new adventures since we moved to this thing called the desert. I learned how to swim…Who knew I’d learn that in the desert!

I learned that I like to go hiking by the river… Mommy says the Rio Grande is more like a creek than a river where we live, but I don’t mind! I like to cliff dive too! My record is about 4 feet off of the ground. I like to run up the bank and around and diiiiiiivee down to where my peoples are. It is sooo much fun!

In the fall Mommy noticed that my lymph nodes were swelling up and I was a little more tired than usual. When I went to the vet they checked on my nodes and did some bloodwork and the results came back that I have B-Cell Lymphoma.

Mommy cried and cried. She has been down this road before. My big kitty brother Yoda also have lymphoma about 6 years ago. Me and Mommy’s first priority was to fight this yucky C word and keep me healthy as long as we could. I fought a good fight for almost a year…

Now I watch my mommy and family and all of my friends from the Rainbow Bridge. I keep a good eye on them and play with all of my new furbaby friends. I know I’ll see my Mommy and family again. Until then I’m healthy and happy!

Love,
Elle Mae

Parent: Amanda

Editor’s Note: On April 11, 2013, Elle Mae went peacefully to the Rainbow Bridge with both her parents holding her.

Warrior, Youngstown, OH

Hello! I am Warrior. I got my name even before my mommy adopted me; I was named after her Facebook page Pit Bull Warrior.

My momma Bella gave birth to me and nine of my siblings in August 2012. We were left abandoned in a house and animal control came and got us…and they were gonna kill us all. They did kill my daddy and we all were at risk of being put to sleep very soon.

One night back, my mommy was hard at work sharing babies in need and she seen a picture of my momma — just a picture of hers without all of us — that was being shared Little Friends Foundation. My mommy then shared that photo and a very good friend of hers came and got us all to foster! I call her foster mommy Kelly!

As time went on, my mommy and foster mommy Kelly talked and talked. Foster mommy Kelly sent my mommy pics quite often but it was one pic of me that made my mommy fell in love and then I was named Warrior. Not knowing my fate or the others, foster mommy Kelly took really good care of all us and then she gave my mommy all the info on who to contact about adopting me. So mommy did and I was the only pibble baby adopted from that litter at that time.

However, my mommy had to find a way to get me home to her as I was in Las Vegas and mommy lives in Ohio.

She didn’t give up; she got me home…she had me flown on an airplane! I had a blast! Mommy was a wreck when foster mommy Kelly texted her and told her that I was on the plane — it was a very long ride (14 hours!) but I was a very good little girl and the guys on the plane did not put me in with the other animals, they kept me in the room with them. When we landed, I thought I was home but I wasn’t, I had to do a layover due to me being a pibble (airline policy). So I waited it out and off we went again.

About 2 hours later, we landed again and the very nice airline lady brought me straight into the terminal in my kennel. And I saw her…my mommy! My mommy couldn’t wait to gets me out of there, and when she did, she walked me through the airplane place proudly on a leash!

I have a big brother named Zeus. He is a big Rottie and he took right to me and I took over his food bowl and toys. BOL!! I love my new life now and have helped my mommy. You see, she is a diabetic and she has had 2 really bad low blood sugar reactions and I helped her out of both of them.

The first one was in the very early morning; I seen she was not waking up to take us outside and I thought, “Hmm, something is very wrong here. I must do something.” So I kept licking her face and rubbing my cold nose all over her until she got up, and did the same thing the second time it happened. I was only a baby and after mommy saw what I did to help her, she is going to have me go through school to become her service dog. I love my mommy and I know she loves me too.

I make people laugh too, I like to do silly things all the time. Mommy says that laughter is the best medicine so why not!

She tells me that there are people out there that are very mean to my breed and even some that want us gone! I don’t understand it but she says one day I will. I am so full of love and silliness (and cute if I may add. BOL!!). Mommy says I am one determined little girl and by being so that I can help change the minds of people that don’t like us.

Yours truly,
Warrior aka Miss Hammy

Mom: Michelle

GH, Houston, TX

Hey there! My name is GH (short for Good Hank, a King of the Hill reference – my dad is a Texan! BOL). But, my friends call me Big G!

I was rescued in November, 2012, when a friend of my foster mom saw me, hurt and in need of help, in the forest near her friend’s house. They had seen me in the forest for about a week and were waiting for me to come close enough that they could help me. I finally wandered in (rumor has it there was some steak involved) and they were able to get a harness on me.

My foster mom got a call from her friend saying they had found a pittie in bad shape and they didn’t know what to do. My foster mom was actually across the state picking up dogs for a rescue transport, so she triaged me over the phone!

When she got to me, she could see I was hurt, but didn’t know exactly what had happened. I had a big wound on the back of my neck, puncture wounds down my neck and back, was too thin, had broken teeth, and had big tumors on my tummy and tail – but I was wagging my whole body! She scooped me up to go home and even let me ride shotgun.

The vet thinks that I was attacked by a hog because of where I was found and the high occurrences of hog hunting in the area. Given my calm and sweet demeanor, it is also quite possible that I wouldn’t hunt, and was let loose in the forest. Everyone who meet me the first few days was surprised I was able to survive in the forest, alone, and so wounded. Everyone also commented on how sweet and happy I was considering how badly I had been hurt.

I had some surgeries to remove the tumors (which were benign) and my broken teeth – I am missing an upper canine now, so I make an “Elvis” face when my lip gets stuck on my bottom tooth!

I am all healed up, at a healthy weight, and ready for my forever life! Here are my stats:

• I am about 3 years old
• I weigh about 55 pounds
• I am neutered (and all of my surgeries have been completed)
• I am Low HW+ (but have been on the slow kill treatment since November)
• I am good with other dogs – I live with big dogs, small dogs, and foster puppies (My foster mom says I am a bit too interested in kitties for her to consider me “safe” with them)
• I am on the lower energy side and like to lounge around
• I LOVE to go for a nice stroll and am very good on my leash
• My FAVORITE thing to do is ride in the car and hang my head out of the window
• I LOVE people and am good with kids (but, I am a little clumsy, so a little older kids may be best!)

I currently live in Houston with my foster family, but for the right family, out of town/state adoptions will be considered. I am a happy, big man with LOTS of love to give and am excited for my forever life!

If you are interested in meeting me or think you may be my forever family, I am listed through Love Puppy Breath Rescue or you can email my foster mom for more information!

You can also see more photos of me on my foster brother’s Facebook page, Reggie the Deaf Pit Bull.

~GH

Editor’s Note: GH found his forever home in September 2013. He is his mom’s bestest furiend forever! ♥

Bruno, Sydney, Australia

My name is Bruno. I’m two and a half years old and I live in Sydney, Australia.

This girl Ruth started a Facebook page called Bull Breeds in Need here in Australia and when she was adding the death row listings one day, she saw my cheeky little face. She thought there must be something wrong with me behaviourally that I hadn’t been adopted or rescued. And she knew from experience that it’s silly to fall in love with a photo.

As she was rushing out the door, her husband Dave came home. She told him she was going to look at a dog in the pound but not to worry, if he’s a nice boy he’ll only be a foster until a home can be found for him. They already had three rescued bull breeds living with them and they had a Husky previously, so being a four-dog household wouldn’t make them any more crazy dog people than they’d been before.

When she got to the pound, she didn’t see me because I was sitting so quietly in the little dog section. I had been picked up as a stray with my sister. Apparently our owner was on holidays but knew we were there and didn’t bother to send someone to get us. No one knows why, we’re nice dogs and we were only about 6-8 months old.

Ruth’s a dog photographer, so when she took me out of the kennels to meet me and temperament test me, she also took some adoption photos. I sat and stayed and looked right into the camera. It was then that she decided I was going to be a foster failure! 🙂

My sister Juno got rescued by Puppy Love Rescue and we both left the pound and went into foster care. Ruth broke the news to Dave that she thought I was a keeper and made a deal that if I slotted into the pack without any dramas that I could stay.

They crated and rotated for the first week and I fitted in better than they could have ever imagined. I’m no threat to anyone, I just want to play. “Is that your toy? You’re growling at me cause you want me to take it, right?” Play bow, play bow, snatch, boing, boing, boing!

I love all dogs. In fact, my love of all dogs is my only fault. I love them so much I want to run up to them in the park and go crazy with them. Not a lot of dogs (or their humans) like that. Despite this, I’ve never reacted badly, even when I got told off. If I see another dog when I’m onlead the crazy comes out even worse because I’m not able to play.

I’m getting better though. I go to group obedience classes once a week and I see a behaviourist regularly. The scream is now an obnoxious whine and hopefully one day Ruth will be able to bring me everywhere without me being an embarrassment. My goal is to be the best ambassador for rescue bull breeds that I can be. I’m 95% there!

Ruth and Dave sometimes foster puppies for Fetching Dogs. Secretly I think they only do it for me because they love watching me play with them. I don’t really teach them anything that an older dog should but they learn that big dogs aren’t scary. Everyone says I’m very patient with them. All the little red puncture holes on my neck are testament to that. 🙂

I’m not a service dog or a therapy dog. I was never abused or badly neglected. I’m not an athlete by any stretch of the imagination. The only job I have is occasionally modeling collars for Ruth and Dave’s leather business, Ruthless Leather, and keeping everyone at home and on my Facebook page entertained.

I’m just an average rescue bull breed like so many others in every pound and shelter around the world. Open your home to one today; you won’t regret it.

~ Bruno

All photos courtesy of Ruthless Photos, run by Ruth O’Leary, an award-winning photographer based in Sydney, Australia. She volunteers her time and effort to ensure our dogs get the best photos they could possibly have to get noticed and organizes fundraisers to help organizations like Fetching Dogs continue to save lives.

Victor, Sparta, NJ

Hi! I’m Victor. When my story started, I was abused and unwanted. I was Unlucky Victor.

I found myself in Liberty Animal Control, a high kill shelter in Hinesville, Georgia. My belly was so swollen that I was labeled “pregnant female”! I was so bloated I could not even move.

Meike Wilder from Carpathia PAWS saw me in the shelter and was determined that I would live. I still had this glance in my eyes that begging for a better life! She knew I couldn’t stay there one more day so she took me out of the shelter; she saved me so I could start my journey to wellness. My luck was changing!

A woman in New Jersey named Linda heard that Meike had too many dogs in her home waiting to be adopted. Linda is a long-time animal rescuer who rescues those that are in need and volunteers at various shelters. She told Meike to send her a dog because she could foster one in NJ. Meike chose me. Although Meike loves me and would love to keep me, she knew it wouldn’t be fair to me because all the animals she has. And she knew I will be in good hands with Linda.

So the plan was set for my journey up to the northeast for Linda to foster me and to start working on my heartworm. Then I’d be good for a neuter (no clue what that was) and they could look at those gunshot pellets all over my back. And finally, they could find out what was wrong with my hips.

On July 9, 2011, MOMS rescue‘s Karen Talbot drove down to Georgia and brought back almost 30 dogs, including me. My foster mom Linda drove to South NJ and picked me up. I was happy to meet everybody!

Mom Linda (that’s what I called my foster mom) was focused on getting me better, recovering and finally, moving me to a home of my own. This was her wish for me and she was in for a ride…

Here’s a quick rundown of my condition: My belly was so full of fluid because I had stage 3 heartworm. I had many gun shot pellets on my back and numerous bite scars and wounds on my face and chest that indicate fighting of some kind — I was perhaps a bait dog. Oh yeah, on top of that my hip/leg had obviously been kicked repeatedly and smashed.

But if you looked at me, you wouldn’t be able to tell. I played, I ran, I gave kisses…I did everything with a smile! You may noticed that I only used three legs when I ran but I was still fast. 🙂

I was immediately started on a long term heartworm treatment. And yes, an expensive surgery was needed to fix everything else, particularly my hip. Thankfully, Mom Linda told me that so many people — generous, caring people — responded. Funds for my surgery were collected, and we waited until my heartworm was at the point I could be operated on.

I also began my training so I could be the best Victor I can be. And I met hundreds of people, and yes, I love them all! OSCAR Animal Rescue in New Jersey put me on their list of adoptable dogs and started looking for my forever home.

Finally, my hip/leg was fixed, and some of the gun pellets — some are near my nerves and was causing pain — was removed. Boy did I feel better after that!!

I continue to take medication for my heartworm. My one leg will always be shorter than the other, but I do not let that stop me!

Oh, guess what? Mom Linda decided to keep me forever! 🙂 I’ve been in my forever home all along!

So that’s my story, a story of an abused bait dog who had a chance at life thanks to the wonderful people who saw beyond the bloated belly, scars, wounds and limp. I think it’s an amazing story because I’m a living proof of what love and compassion can do to a little unwanted dog, defying all odds!

Now I have friends and people who love me and keep me safe. And bring me turkey bacon. That makes me smile. 🙂

Yours,
Victor — the (un)lucky dog

Mom: Linda

Editor’s note: In January 2011, Liberty Animal Control in Hinesville, GA, allowed no public adoptions. A small group of volunteers from New Jersey joined forces with a small group of rescuers in Georgia. MOMS Rescue of Hammonton, NJ, and Carpathia PAWS of Hinesville, GA have combined forces to make the significant difference in the life of NOT only one dog at a time BUT one shelter at a time. Within 12 months, they took Liberty Animal Control from 98% euthanasia rate for dogs/puppies to less than 2%!

How did they do this with NO money, facility, transport and means? Because they all stand together to become one voice for the voiceless, all volunteering their time and resources. It can be done and they are proof. Spread the word: Share this video and make a difference.

Bianca, Brooklyn, NY

Hello! My name is Bianca. You’ve probably seen that cute video of me being wrapped for the holidays. What a stark contrast to how my story started back in April 2011.

I found myself sitting in Brooklyn Animal Care and Control. And I guess my time was up… Yes, I was one of those dogs you see everyday, posted on Facebook by pages like Urgent Part 2 or other rescue groups.

On the other side of the computer screen was this girl Nicole. Nicole and her boyfriend Dan are musicians who in their spare time volunteered and fostered through rescue groups in NY and CT. She admitted that they had been trying to take a mental break from fostering. She, however, didn’t fully eliminate her unhealthy obsession with checking dog rescue websites on Facebook. Then one day, she came across a video of me on death row.

If you scroll to 1:30 seconds in, you can see how dejected and defeated I was. Nicole literally cried when she saw the video… and like a maniac, she drove to the Brooklyn ACC without Dan’s permission and with the help of Rebound Hounds ResQ, she got me out of the shelter.

When I came out of the shelter, I had a nasty case of kennel cough. I would sneeze so hard my head would slam into the floor from the force of it. But, in my typical fashion, I was so happy to be sprung from prison I paused for belly rubs 2 hours into my rescue.

Nicole didn’t want to tell Dan that she was fostering me in her apartment in Queens because he would get so attached to all the fosters and didn’t like to see them go. Plus, both of them are musicians and didn’t think it would be possible or smart to own a dog with their touring schedules. Fostering, on the other hand, was also difficult because they did not live together yet.

Of course, Dan caught wind that she had pulled an overweight, wiggly pibble and took the subway from Brooklyn to Queens and immediately fell in love with me. I’m just a calm, sweet, caramel latte princess.

Nicole noticed that I was a bit too plump and completely unaware of how to play, but I did come with a very adorable habit: I love to carry things around in my mouth and give them to whoever will take them. I love to share.

My first adoption inquiry came. Nicole brought me to visit a nice lady who was interested in adopting me through Rebound Hounds ResQ. Dan begrudgingly agreed that I was well enough to attend a home visit (did I mention that I no longer was living with Nicole in Queens? I had somehow managed to start crashing on the couch at Dan’s place in Brooklyn. 🙂 ) The woman thought I was cute, but in the end, didn’t think I was the right dog for her because I didn’t know how to play.

Nicole and Dan were appalled! “How can you not want Bianca!?” they lamented. “She’s damn near perfect!” Hmm… Nicole and Dan knew I was the one after that.

Still, neither Dan nor Nicole thought that their musician lifestyle would be appropriate for a dog. Next stop? Let’s try to get Nicole’s dad to adopt me! Keep it all in the family! Of course, Nicole’s dad fell in love with me too; I was the perfect dog! Calm, submissive, sweet, housebroken, cuddly, quiet, loving.

Slowly, they realized Brooklyn was my home. They annoyed Donna and Loren at Rebound Hounds endlessly, claiming “Ohh… just give us another month or so to decide if we will adopt her.” Two and half years later, I think they decided. 🙂 I was meant for them!

My mom said I’m a quirky dog with human eyes. I have no idea how old I am. The shelter said I was 5 back in 2011, but my parents think that I’m maybe 5 now. I have a penchant for squirrels, a love for coddling stuffed animals, and a calming demeanor perfect for a life as a therapy companion. I’m antsy around other dogs if they are overly excited, but my parents are convinced I don’t have a mean bone in my body. Everyone who meets me falls in love with my magical personality.

Mom’s favorite part of coming home after a gig is opening the door to my sideways wiggle and guttural growl greeting. I’m a regular with mom and dad at the dog-friendly bar in Park Slope, BK, after a hard weekend of gigs. Did I mention I’m a bed hog? 🙂

My parents say I truly am a breed ambassador. I’ve changed countless perception of “pitbulls” and has helped fuel their fire for rescue. Mom’s sophomore album Pariah Anthem is inspired by the pitbull plight as well as some of the stray dogs she fell in love with while teaching music in India, and she’s donating $1 from every CD sale to dogs in need.

She’s also in the process of booking a tour in conjunction with animal shelters across America to help raise awareness and spread education about the breed through a fun musical showcase. How cool is that?! You can learn more about it on her music page: Nicole Zuraitis Music.

So that’s my story, a death row survivor thanks to a volunteer with a video camera and fosters like my parents.

Love,
Bianca aka the sweetest pittie on the planet

p.s. Speaking of videos, that holiday wrapping video is obviously a massive fail on the wrapping end. (Silly mom!) But she made the video to bring awareness to how gentle, docile and tolerant pitties can be because sadly, there are thousands of dogs like me in shelters across America, sitting on death row. We hope that even if it opens the eyes of just one person, maybe one more dog gets to have a happy ending.

Parents: Nicole & Dan

Kandie, Sandy, UT

Hi, my name is Kandie. I will be 4 years old in July and my adventures are just beginning.

I’m a registered therapy dog with Pet Partners (formerly Delta Society) and Therapy Animals of Utah. I’m also an ambassador for my breed and my local shelter, SLCo Animal Services.

My story begins at Salt Lake County Animal Services when I was 4 months old. I’m not sure how I ended up in the shelter, but I think I was just dropped off as a little baby. So the first 4 months of my life was spent in the shelter.

Lucky me, I was at SLCo Animal Services and a new program was being launched. The SLCo Pit Crew program is an initiative to help the many Pit Bull type dogs in the shelter find homes by promoting responsible ownership. The group of people that started this program were dedicated to making it a success! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

During this time, my mama and papa had just experienced some big changes in their lives. These changes opened up some opportunities that got them thinking about volunteering at the shelter. By them starting to ask questions, they were added to a mailing list for different volunteering opportunities and adoption events.

They had even started to think about adopting another dog when an URGENT plea went out for volunteers and supporters to STEP UP. It was November 2009; the shelter was full, the holidays were here and there were dogs that were listed to be euthanized in 4 days… including me.

When my mama and papa saw my picture (my name at the time was Aggie and I was dressed in a chicken outfit), they knew they had to get me. I look like a dog that was very near and dear to them. We met and I was adopted! Whew! That was close! 🙂

So my new life began! In my new home I got 2 new brothers – Kryton & Khaki (they are both Pit Bull / Pit Bull mixes). They were much older than me and didn’t really want to play. For a little pup, this wasn’t good. It led to a lot of mischievous behavior, especially when my mama and papa left the house. Let’s just say the 2 recliners didn’t fair too well. (I chewed them to pieces – utt ohh, not a good girl!)

My mama and papa knew that they needed to do something! They wanted to make sure that I was a very socialized dog, that I had lots of exercise, and that I would be able to go to new places to meet new friends. The walks began everyday and then I started school with my mama. When the school was finished, I took a test and passed (I almost didn’t because my mama was too nervous). I got my AKC Canine Good Citizen. Woohoo! I was so excited! I was a very good girl! No more couch potato for me! 🙂

Shortly thereafter, my brother Khaki passed. My mama and papa were very sad, but I worked really hard to keep them happy, especially my papa.

In the meantime, my parents were starting to notice that I really loved people more than I loved doggies. People are more interesting and I can get lots of attention. I’m a “Ham”. My parents talked to my friends at the shelter to see what types of things I could do to meet more people and they suggested looking into therapy work. And I haven’t looked back since!

We took the test to become a therapy team, but didn’t pass because I tucked my tail. The instructors were concerned that I was scared. That’s okay – it meant that I got to practice some more. I love to go to school!

And then I got a new sister, my best friend – Kismet! She is also a Pit Bull and the same age as me. We met her at an adoption event on the 4th of July. She is pawsome!

My parents and I discovered why I tuck my tail. I’m not scared; it’s my personality, its part of who I am. I’m a very submissive girl. This is part of what makes me a great therapy dog. We took the test again and I passed! Yay! I’m a very good girl! 🙂

And then another sad day occurred. My brother Kryton got sick and he too passed. It was very confusing for me. We were having many good and exciting days, and then there were really sad days. They say time heals – I miss him!! With his passing my mama and papa wanted to help the shelter more. We began fostering some new friends. It was a great opportunity for me to help other doggies looking for their furever homes.

I continued with school and practicing my skills. You may even be able to get me to do a few tricks. If you say “watch me” I’ll look you straight in the eye and I’ve got you. I received my B.A. in C.L.A.S.S (Canine Life And Social Skills) and then my M.A. in C.L.A.S.S. I was on a roll!

Once I received my official paperwork from Pet Partners, we were off! We began visiting the boys at Copper Hill’s Youth Center. Copper Hill’s is a lockdown youth detention center for children ages 12-17. In the beginning, we visited 1 group of boys every other week. Then we added another group and now we are visiting every week.

Having a Pit Bull visiting the boys has been a learning experience for us all. The boys are at the age where they are seeing Pit Bulls in a negative image, whether it’s through the media, their upbringing or peer pressure and it happens every day. Then they meet me! I’m very mellow, a little shy, somewhat small and I love to please. I’m a regular dog that is there for them. Boy, did their eyes open! It’s fantastic!

We discuss the day to day struggles of Pit Bulls and ways to help out. We talk about shelter animals and how they can be great additions to the family and what it takes to be a responsible pet owner. And they get to love me, and I get to love them! I love to visit my boys!

I volunteer for events for Therapy Animals of Utah, where we can encourage others to become therapy teams and show them that Pit Bulls can be great therapy dogs. I try to attend all local events such as the Doggie Olympics, Strut Your Mutt, local holiday functions and even a 5k Run benefiting TAU. I was also a featured guest at our National Pit Bull Day held by Utah FACES and Tooele Animal Outreach – it was so much fun having all the pitties together. What a great day!

Recently my shelter became a No Kill Shelter. How great is that!! Every chance I can do something that brings attention, donations and supplies to the shelter – I’m there!! Watch for my Kandie Drives! I’ve teamed up as a volunteer with Utah FACES, the nonprofit that supports SLCo Animal Services, to help promote and support the shelter. I attend various events promoting Pit Bulls and shelter dogs. I have even been on TV twice. 🙂

There have been 2 more additions to my family. I now have another sister – Kylie, who is a Pit Bull that is 1 year younger than me and adorable! And a little brother – Kanab, who is 3 years younger than me that is a Pit Bull mix and a goof ball!

I have also started to visit the clients at Paramount Health and Rehabilitation. This place is great! I love the wheelchairs, walkers and how it makes me feel when the people I visit become so happy! It’s the best job ever!

In all that I do, I try to show everyone that I meet that Pit Bulls are not monsters. My goals are to change minds, one person at a time and to make someone smile everyday! It’s pretty easy to do – I just be myself!

Wuff ya!!
Kandie

p.s. Don’t forget to follow my pawsome adventure as a therapy pittie on my Facebook page: Kandie the Therapy Pittie

Parent: Kelly

JoJo, Yorktown, IN

Hello! I’m JoJo and I have an unusual look, don’t you think?

My story started back in June 2011 when I found myself in Terre Haute Humane Society as a stray. I was given a funny name — “Joan Rivers” or Joan for short— probably because of my disfigured face; my lips had been ripped from my face possibly by another dog. It also looked like I’ve had a few litter of babies before I ended at the shelter.

The folks there work incredibly hard to save the lives of the animals in their care, but they have to euthanize for space and I wouldn’t be an easy placement because of my injury and my breed. Oh I forgot to tell you, I am a pit bull.

However, those who had met me quickly saw how loving I was and decided to reached out for help on Facebook and posting my photos, videos and information.

Before long, strangers were inspired to step up and provide help. One of them was Rebecca Stevens, Executive Director of the Humane Society for Hamilton County (HSHC). She saw my post on Facebook, and although there are literally hundreds of pleas posted out there daily, she said my eyes pierced through her. She watched the video and could not get me out of her mind all night. She woke up the next morning knowing she had to help me.

However, there were no kennel space for me since that space is reserved for Hamilton County animals so she needs to find a financial sponsor to help cover the cost of my care and find a foster home willing to take me in for the long haul.

Rebecca reached out to her community on Facebook , pleading for a foster to take me in. Her friend Jen, a longtime volunteer and foster for HSHC, contacted her after seeing the post and said she wanted to foster me. This was a huge surprise to Rebecca since Jen has always been drawn to the little ‘fluffies’ and never had a pit bull before!

Jen said it was something about my face, a look in my eyes that said, “I have no clue anything is ‘wrong’ with me. I’m just a good girl who needs to be loved.” She was moved to offer to help, even though she already had a full house. She offered to foster me until her forever home could be found.

On June 24, 2011, I arrived in Noblesville, IN, and finally got to meet my guardian angels! I ended up being heartworm positive and having an upper respiratory infection when I arrived, but in terms of my facial injury though, nothing to worry about. It is what it is, and I’ve moved on. It had healed and I think it just makes my smile bigger.

I became one of HSHC’s “Survivor Dogs,” part of their Survivor Program which funds the medical care of dogs that had survived abuse and neglect with horrific injuries and illnesses. I also have a Facebook page: Joan – the Pretty Lipless Pittie. My story of survival and my ability to move on and celebrate my life resulted in many requests and adoption inquiries, but my foster mom gets first dibs. 🙂

She admitted that when she first started volunteering at HSHC almost a decade ago, she was scared (and uneducated) about pit bulls. As time progressed, she saw their sweet, gentle souls and saw family after family adopt them, and knew that they could be great dogs in the right home with the right owner. However, that did not mean she was on board with bringing one into her home. She has small dogs (Maltese and Pekingese), and two cats. Pit bulls were great for everybody, just not her, she thought. She always said, “When my dogs are gone, I will have one.”

Until I came to live with her. She told me that she was a little hesitant about fostering me at first. She had so many questions: Will I get along with her cats and dogs? Will I be comfortable?  Will I be OK around kids?

I have completely changed her heart and mind. I run when the 5-pound Maltese barks at me. I takes naps with the cat. My mom said there is not one iota of aggression or prey drive in me; she knew she did not just happen to get the world’s only non-aggressive, perfect temperament pit bull. We are wonderful dogs and she will tell anyone who will listen how I changed her mind 100 percent.

After my heartworm treatment was completed, she decided to let me in on a little secret: She’s keeping me for good! 🙂 She’s fostered many, many dogs – and have been a foster failure three times. Some just speak to her in a way that others don’t. I was one of those. She could not imagine letting me go.

I had a rough start to life, but I’m now loved and spoiled rotten living in Indiana. My goal is to become a therapy dog and visit children’s hospital as well as the local grade schools. I will teach kids about overcoming obstacles and stereotypes, to not judge a book by its cover, not only because of my breed but also because of my unique look.

My mom told me that I have the power to change hearts and minds. She knew because I have changed hers but I’m forever grateful to her because the moment she decided to foster me, she saved my life.

Thank you for reading my story and please open your hearts and homes to foster homeless pets who just need a warm bed and a safe place until a forever family come along.

~ JoJo

p.s. I forgot to share about my public appearances. 🙂 Here’s one on Indianapolis’ WISH-TV of my mom and I promoting my shelter and with PetPals TV on WNDY  talking about the misconception about pit bulls (fast-forward to 13.:50 ) And this past March, I participated in Parade-a-Bull alongside Super “Monster” Gremlin, the guest of honor, in her last public appearance before her retirement.

Oh, I can’t believe my mom broadcasted the incident when I was caught red-handed with her undies! I was so embarrassed!

Parent: Jen

Sir William, Moncton, NB

Hi, everybody!

My new name is Sir William Wallace. You can call me William for short. I am about 3 years old (well that’s what my doctor said!).

I don’t really remember the first 2 years of my life but I know I was living in Kentucky with a young lady and my name was Peanut. She had a baby and decided that I was the one who should leave. She brought me to a scary place and told the big man that she would come back and get me in a few months because she didn’t have money to take care of me at that moment.

So I spent the first month waiting for her to come and bring me back home. But, no… the only one that came was to the cold basement jail was this man who give us (me and other doggies) some water and dried food, cleaned once in a while and took away some of my jail friends. (They didn’t came back; I don’t know if their mom came to get them home?) Then there were new friends taking their spots.

The second month was very hard. My toes were bleeding because it was always wet and cold on the concrete floor. I also did have an infection on my beautiful tail; sadly, I lost a long part of it because it wasn’t properly treated.

I started to be depressed… my mom wasn’t showing up; she told me she would… So, I stopped eating and so my body started to be emaciated. I didn’t have any faith anymore, no energy, no nothing… I just wanted it to end.

Another month went by. The big guy came and put a card on my kennel. Maybe mom is coming? No, it was a number. I was on THE list… 🙁

But a few days later, a nice volunteer came and took me out of there. They took pictures of me and told me to be patient. I was going to be rescued!!! They were right, they came and pulled me out of there! Oh yeah! My rescuers are calling this place the Pound of Hell and they are right!!

Some ladies took good care of me. I went to the hospital for check ups and to get neutered (I don’t really know what it means, but that is ok!). They gave me good food and a lot of TLC so I was then ready for my first long car trip to Montreal, Canada!

I did stay at my Foster home with a great girl and James, another Pitbull mix, because my rescue is in Ontario and Pitbulls are banned in that Province (they don’t like “monsters”). I lived in Montreal for about a month and then, they told me I had a train to catch!! It was at the beginning of January, it was sooooo cold, I never felt that cold weather before!! I went on a train from Montreal to Moncton (it’s in New Brunswick, still in Canada) to go to my new forever family!

I was so happy to get in a warm house, with a funny big furry dog (Bernese Mountain Dog) and a cat too. My new mom is showing me a lot of new stuff… I ran in da snow this winter and now I will be able to swim in da sea… I am so excited! Lots and lots of things to do!!! 🙂

No more wet and cold concrete. Only lots of canine activities!!! Things I love the most is going in da car for a ride, running next to my mom when she bikes and also cuddle in her bed next to her! I am so happy that my mom looked at I Am Alive Dog Rescue Facebook page and found me.

Please consider doing the same if you want a dog in your life, don’t shop, adopt! And…by the way, the Monsters are not the ones people are thinking of!!!!

Thanks for reading my story!
~ Sir William Wallace aka Braveheart!

p.s. I Am Alive Dog Rescue is awesome! Please visit their web site and Facebook page!

Parent: Valéry

Diva, Westfield, NJ

Hi, I’m Diva! I remember the day back in 2008 when I met my “furever” family. I was living at a veterinarian’s office in Queens, N.Y. I lived there for an entire year after I was rescued by For Our Friends, Inc., nonprofit, no kill, rescue group based in Queens, NY.

I met lots of people during that year at the vet’s office, but no one was willing to take me home. They all said I was too big at 80 pounds and that I was something called a “pit bull.” This sounded so strange to me cuz I always thought I was a dog!

My new family drove all the way from New Jersey to meet me. The day we met, we all fell in love with each other. They filled out some papers that day and later, the folks at For Our Friends, Inc. made some phone calls. On Jan. 23, 2008, my new family drove back to Queens, loaded me in the car and brought me to my new home in New Jersey.

Over the next few months, I learned to sit, lie down, stay, wait, and how to walk calmly on a leash. I also learned not to jump up when I meet people, but I love to give big sloppy kisses when I’m allowed. Even now, when my mom comes home from work, I smack myself in the face with my tail because my butt wiggles so much. But she hugs me and kisses me, and I hardly even feel it. 🙂

After all the years of sleeping outside on the ground, I now have my pick of a king-sized bed, two queen‑sized beds, the couch — or “my” bed — in the living room. My favorite things to do are sleep, eat, play tug-of-war, sleep, eat, chew on bones, sleep, eat, take walks, play at the dog park, sleep, eat and, oh yeah, the zoomies!

Strangely, I still hear those words — “pit bull” — when people see me. They say things like, “Aww, she’s so cute,” or “What a beautiful dog,” and “Is she a pit bull?” But you know what’s really funny? My family just smiles proudly and says, “Yes, she is a pit bull.” It seems they’re happy to show people how loving, polite, and respectful I am. My mom even has two signs on the back of our car; one says “Pit Bull” and the other says, “The more men I meet, the more I love my dog.” 🙂 She says that I’m the best four-legged buddy she’s ever had, and she wants everyone to know it.

There’s a daycare center down the street from our home where the human parents bring their little ones. Every weekday morning at about 9 a.m. when I take my walk, those little humans come over to pet me and give me hugs. Their parents used to be a little afraid of me, but now even the parents come to give me love.

My family tells me all the time how much they love me and how lucky they feel to have found me. The three of us, together, are a real testimony to the love, joy and companionship that can happen between a happy dog they call a “pit bull” and her two-legged family members.

I only wish every pit bull could experience it too.

My name is Diva and I’m not a monster.

Parent: Barbara

Editor’s Note: On October 24, 2014, Diva’s mom informed us of Diva’s passing.

“It is with the heaviest of hearts that I tell you that we sent our precious Diva across the rainbow bridge. She was in tremendous discomfort due to cancer in the spleen, and it was the most loving decision we could make to let her go home. It has been, by far, the hardest thing I have ever done. But I know it was the right thing. But I miss my friend; I miss my soulmate. I pray the others have welcomed her with open arms and loving hearts until I join her one day. Please give your furry friends an extra kiss and hug tonight!!”

Thank you, Barbara, for giving Diva the best life any girl could ask for.

Christian, Arlington, WA

Hi! My name is Christian. I’m a Pit Bull who found myself homeless and on the street as a 6 month old pup in February 2012.

I was picked up by Yakima animal control in eastern Washington state, a city with BSL (Breed-Specific Legislation) that made me illegal just because of my short hair, muscular body and blocky head. My Mom still has my kennel card with “BANNED” written on it.

But I was one of the fortunate ones.

A rescue called Happy Tails Happy Homes from Bellingham in western Washington happened to be in the area. They were pulling dogs on the euthanasia list from the local shelters and taking them across the mountain pass to western Washington were they have a better chance of adoption. Some rescues only pull the ‘highly adoptable’ dogs to transport, leaving dogs like me to die in shelters.

HTHH is one of the rescues that help the ‘not quite as adoptable’ (bully-type) dogs who would otherwise never get that second chance. They took me with them.

I went into a nice foster home but despite being an amazing boy, I had some trouble finding my forever home:

• One potential adopter had a little terrier who hated me and terrorized me until I cowered into a corner, so the rescue pulled me back
• Another adopter returned me because I chewed up their expensive running shoes (hey, I’m a puppy…we do these things!)
• A third adopter brought me back saying “They had a change of life-style.” ( I still don’t know what I did wrong…)

My case manager at the rescue, Noell, said I was the best pit bull she ever had but after 5 months she still couldn’t find me a home. 🙁

Meanwhile in Arlington, my Mom was thinking about adopting another pibble as a buddy for her rescue boy Bodie. She’d been driving him to her sister’s house every weekend for doggie play-dates and thought maybe it was time for Bodie to have his own personal playmate.

She started checking Petfinders for a pittie who loved dogs and was good with cats. There were a couple good possibilities at Happy Tails, Happy Homes rescue, so she filled out an application for a female pittie-mix and submitted it with her fingers crossed.

A couple days later she got a phone call from Noell who said she’d read Mom’s application and did Mom “happen to see their listing for a pit bull named Christian?” Though she’d filled out an application for another dog, Noell thought this was finally the home I’d been waiting for.

Mom and Bodie drove to an adoption event to meet me that weekend. Bodie and I hit it off right from the start, Amigos and Partners in Crime! 🙂

I went home with them that day on a two week trial adoption and never went back.

Now I have a home of my own, a best friend to play with, I go for long walks with Mom, take car rides and best of all I’m loved. But I know I’m the lucky one. Like so many others, I could have died in that shelter just because of the way I look… but thanks to a rescue group, I got a second chance.

~ Christian

Parent: Nyla

Tiny, Las Vegas, NV

My name is Tiny and my story started 10 years ago when a boy named Cody was shopping at Albertson’s, a grocery store.

He heard something coming from a bag in a shopping cart and went to see what it was. The bag was full of puppies and I was one of them. I was the only one alive; the other three were dead. There was blood everywhere in the bag because someone cut off my ears.

Cody rushed me and the bag of other puppies home to his mom, Bonnie (I call her Grandma). Cody buried the other puppies and then they rushed me to the vet. The vet said that with care and love, I would live.

When my grandma asked what kind of dog I was, the vet said, “Looks like a Pit Bull.” I heard my grandma Bonnie say, “OMG! Not a pit bull. That is the worst kind of dog ever.” She told Cody that he could only keep me until I was well enough to find another home. After all I was a pit bull and pit bulls are killers, and they have other animals to care for.

So Cody took me to his Grams Vee and Gramps Dee house to stay until I was healthy. Believe me, they were not too thrilled to have a pit bull in the house because of course when I got big, I was going to turn on them and kill them.

I got my name because whenever they said “tiny,” I would look at them and wag my tail. So I guess I named myself. 🙂

As I grew, so did my heart and my personality. I loved everyone and begged them to love me.

Grams started to teach me tricks. There wasn’t a trick I couldn’t learn. Nothing was too hard. They say I am the smartest dog they have ever seen. I would go and get them things, like shoes and the newspaper. I even carried Grams gardening bucket everywhere for her!

I had a home and everyone was happy. I was so smart that I got certified as a Service Wonderbull! And in my whole life, I have never growled or tried to bite another living thing.

Two years ago, Gramps had a brain tumor removed. I brought him his pills and even forced him to get up and walk around when he didn’t want to. I helped him get better. I helped him heal.

In May 2012, Grams was diagnosed with colon cancer. She was in the hospital for so long. I would put my head on her chair and on her bed waiting for her to come home. When I would go to the hospital I would just stare at her. I was so worried. Finally in June she got to come home. She had to go through Chemo. Sometimes when she doesn’t feel good or is sad I make her laugh. I do silly things and I tell her about everything (I am a very vocal boy).

Then in September, Grams saw a bump the size of a dime on my tummy by my leg. She rushed me to the vet to see what it was. Before the test results came back, the lump had grown to the size of a baseball!

Cancerous Mast Cell Tumor. The vet said that it can’t be operated on because the tumor is growing too fast and had made my body weak. and because of how fast it grew, radiation and chemo would not be good.

But I am comfortable and still happy. I have not lost my spirit.

Before I end my journey here, I have one request from each and everyone that sees my story: Please keep up the fight to end BSL. And don’t stop fighting until there are no more dogs that don’t have homes. We are not throwaways.

Since I came into my grandma Bonnie’s life, she has adopted 4 other wonderbulls and fostered hundreds. I showed them what being a WONDERBULL is.

After I am gone, she will keeping posting dogs in need on my page. She promised to continue our fight!

Love,
Tiny the Wonderbull

Grandparent: Bonnie

From Tiny’s Grams: Tiny went to the bridge at 9:30 pm on October 1, 2012. We were all with him when he crossed. When Tiny awoke yesterday, I could tell he was feeling bad. He still insisted on getting the paper and protecting the yard from the blue jays. He spent most of the day lying on the grass with his brother Capone. Last night he gathered his Pooh bear and lay on his big pillow. We were talking about his life and how he made us laugh. He closed his eyes and was gone. His tail never stopped wagging until the end.

Tiny now rests under his favorite tree.

Jericho, Harrisburg, PA

Hi! I’m Jericho! My story started late last year when I found myself without a home or family. I was brought in as a stray to a Central PA SPCA, which is located in area where dog fighting is very prevalent.

A person with a local non-profit organization that offer free/low cost spays and neuters, vaccine clinics for the community met and fell in love with me, so she offered to foster me. Unfortunately, one of her more dominant female dogs didn’t take a liking to me and I was returned. 🙁

This is a kill shelter, so time and space often determines the fate of many dogs. I was no exception, though I did manage to stay much longer than many because everyone was so in love with me. Still, after just a couple months my time was up and I was scheduled to be killed. My former foster mom found out and she contacted Pitties.Love.Peace, hysterical. That’s how I ended up with them on April 6th.

The moment my rescuers met me, they said it was love at first sight. 🙂 They knew I am an amazing dog who deserves the chance to have a long happy life.

Originally, I was staying at a place called Playful Pups Retreat, a state-of-the-art doggie daycare/boarding facility, with other rescued dogs under their care. However, as nice as it is, the place was too stressful for me and I wasn’t gaining any weight so I found myself a foster mom. 🙂

It’s quickly apparent that I hadn’t had much guidance or training — which is totally to be expected with most stray dogs like me — I do know basic commands and am extremely food motivated, which will make training very easy.

After allowing me to settle in and trust my humans before officially temperament testing me, my foster mom proudly told me that I’m just a happy, playful boy.* She says I’m perfect in every way, although she had to teach me that the coffee table isn’t a bridge to things on the other side. Hehe…

So here’s my quick stat:

• I’m about 18 months old, up to date on my vaccinations, neutered and microchipped
• I walk near perfect on leash, at times just strolling beside my human at a leisurely pace taking everything in. The only time my foster mom has seen me pull on leash is towards a treat!
• My teeth are pearly white and definitely not in need of a cleaning for many many years!
• I’m playful! I am a young boy, so I will need a fairly active family who will include me in their daily activities and make sure I get the amount of exercise a young pittie needs, but I’m definitely not high energy, more medium energy.
• I’m very gentle — I don’t really jump on my humans.
• I am wonderful with children, but I’m still working on my resource guarding toys so older children (12 or older) that are respectful and can understand to not take my toys would be best.
• I love other dogs as long as they are not dominant larger dogs. I’ve met several, male and female, and was fine with them all — I just wanted to play!
• I do LOVE small dogs; I’ve met my foster mom’s female French Bulldog and male Pug and I was fine with them — even with the snotty Frenchie! 🙂
• Oh, I lived with cats in my former foster home and I liked them too!
• I showed some resource guarding with food (I was extremely malnourished) but since my foster mom and I established a bond, I haven’t shown any resistance or guarding with her. I sit nicely and wait for my food. However, she likes to continue to be cautious with that.

I’m a total lovebug, I’m great at cuddling and giving kisses. My rescuers think I’m an excellent breed ambassador and they are working hard finding me a family that will spend the time to take me to obedience training and help me be the absolute best boy I can be.

My rescuers do require that any potential adopters who have dogs bring their dogs to meet me to make sure we are the best match. My foster mom would really love to see me have a canine companion in my forever home.

I’m a very laid back boy and my foster mom noticed that I have totally opened up here and am very puppy-like. I just need a loving home who will treat me as a cherished member of the family.

I don’t ask for much — good food, a warm bed, daily exercise and love. I could fit in well with many different types of families.

I promise I will be an amazing family member.

XOXO,
Jericho

If you’re interested in meeting me, please contact my foster mom Jessica at jessblouch@gmail.com or Pitties.Love.Peace’s president, Laurie Yost at LaurieY@pittieslovepeace.com. Thank you and I look forward to meeting you!

*Just to clarify, NO dog in Pitties.Love.Peace‘s care fails a temperament test — they simply use the test as a guide to determine what areas, if any, we need help with and then they will come up with a plan of action to help us overcome any issues we may have.

Buddy, Lancaster, NH

Hi! I’m Buddy and this is my story.

I was named Brooklyn and I used to live in the Mt. Vernon Animal Shelter for a long time (nearly 2 years, ever since I was a pup). Then I got in the news in late December 2010, when myself and seven other dogs were stolen from the shelter!

Because most of us were pit bulls, there was great concern we were to be used as bait dogs. (Sadly, stealing dogs is a common practice by dog-fighters in order to get their hands on “bait dogs.”)

The Friends of Mount Vernon Animal Shelter even offered a reward for our return. The next weeks, four were recovered in an abandoned apartment in Yonkers unharmed, two were returned for a reward and one was found by a mailman in another abandoned apartment. (The mailman refused the reward and eventually adopted that dog.)

I was the only one they hadn’t found yet. Suspects (aka friggin’ jerks) arrested by police said I had been sold but refused to give more information. It didn’t look good for me…

In late January, a contractor saw a dog peering through the window of a boarded up abandoned building in Yonkers. He called the authorities who came and rescued me. Yes, that dog was me.

I was found in cold, filthy conditions having survived on garbage and water from the toilet. I was alive but very emaciated as I had been in the house for several weeks. I was returned to the Mt. Vernon Shelter where they nursed me back to health.

Even though I was one of their favorites, I remained there for another year. No one came to adopt me.

In May 2012, the folks at North Star Dog Rescue heard about my story and arranged to bring me to Vermont so they could foster me..

In June, a man who was looking to adopt a dog saw a video of me that had been posted on Pet Finder. There was something that drew him to me; He didn’t know my horrible story yet — he just felt an immediate bond. He contacted Mary Lou Lorenz and Marisa Miller of North Star and they told him I was being fostered in Burlington, VT — two hours from where he lived — and that I was still looking for a permanent home.

He arranged to meet me and took me home for the weekend to meet his son. Instantly, they knew they wanted to adopt me so he called North Star back and finalized the adoption. And I’ve been with them ever since. 🙂

They started calling me Buddy—which I loved because I figured I needed a new name for my fresh start. I’m almost four now and my Dad says I’m a wonderful boy who is very social and happy, the sweetest, most loyal and trusting pet you could ever want. I love laying in the grass, playing in the river, playing in the snow, riding with my dad in his truck and meeting new people.

In spite of my ordeal, I am very loving with people and have never shown any aggression. My Dad says I am especially charming around little humans and they seem to gravitate toward me. My Dad is always amazed how kids never fear me for being a pit bull. They just see a sweet smiling friend. I’m just “Buddy”! 🙂

My family always say they are so grateful to the folks at Mt Vernon Animal Shelter for never giving up on me and to the kind people at North Star for giving me a second chance. Me too!

Thank you for reading my story!
~Buddy

Parent: Walter

Molly, Charleston, WV

Hi! My name is Molly. I’m an adopted Pit Bull.

I showed up at a family’s house in Boone County, West Virginia as a stray. At least that’s what everybody thought I was. The family kept me for a couple of days before they took me to the pound, because they wanted to give me a little bit of a chance. They took me the day after Euth day.

Usually dogs aren’t kept there any longer than 5 days. It’s rare, but I was the exception. The dog warden didn’t like Pit Bulls but I changed his mind. He said I was nice and I deserved a good home, so he let me stay there for over a month.

I was miserable. I spent 30 days on a hard, cold, concrete floor with a male dog. Oh yeah, and I wasn’t fixed at the time..

The dog warden actually did some research on me while I was there. I had a rabies tag that was registered in Kanawha County, West Virginia, so he called all the vet’s office over there. He found the one I had my shots at, and got in contact with my previous owners. They said that they had given me away to somebody in Boone County.

After being in touch with my other owners from Boone County, they said that they would be there to get me the next day. That day went by, and the next, and a few more. They never showed. 🙁

Then there was this woman who had never had a Pit Bull before. She had never really thought about the breed much. She wasn’t afraid of them; She  started seeing all the news stories just like everybody else and she didn’t believe that a dog could be born vicious. So she decided to do some research and after she read around some she decided to adopt one. Then she saw my picture on Facebook.

It had hundreds of shares, but nobody stepped up. Everybody was commenting on my picture saying what a good dog I was, but they couldn’t take me because I was cat aggressive. A group of dogs from the shelter were taken to a rescue in a different state, but a few other dogs and I had to stay behind because the rescue was in a place with BSL.

I was afraid for my life. After all, I was in a high kill pound in Southern West Virginia.

My time was up soon and she knew she needed to help me. She was still debating about it until she saw the picture of Jagger from I’m Not A Monster:

“My scars tell the story of where I’ve been. They don’t dictate where I’m going.” Once she read that, she knew she couldn’t leave me there.

Mom adopted me on August 9, 2012. She met with a volunteer from the pound and picked me up. I was so happy to get out of there!

When I was first introduced to the other two dogs of the house, it didn’t go so well. They’re both Chihuahuas, and one of them didn’t like me at all. Mom said not to take it personally because she doesn’t like a lot of people or dogs. 🙂

I stayed in a room by myself with mom for a while. It didn’t take her long to notice my scars. I have one that looks like a burn on my side, a few on my legs, some on my neck, and some in my mouth. She noticed my paw too; My back foot looks like it’s been smashed with something heavy.

I don’t remember much of my past, just that I wasn’t wanted by a few people. It doesn’t bother me; I’m living the life of luxury now, and it didn’t even take long for the Chihuahuas to fall in love with me. Oh I forgot to tell you, my mom also has 3 cats and we get along just fine. 🙂

I’m doing more than that though. Anybody that doesn’t have a working thyroid knows how much of a struggle that is. Mom had hers removed in 2010 because it was cancerous. Since August of 2012, I’ve been her best friend. Through the mood swings, the depression, the anxiety, and the breakdowns. The ups and downs, the laughs and tears. I’ve been here.

We’re doing the best we’ve ever been, and we want to share it with everyone! Mom says I never have to worry about anything anymore.

I go lots of places with my mom now and we change at least one person’s mind every time. We’ve also joined the fight against BSL and I hope you’ll join us!

I’m Molly the Pit Bull, I’m an adopted Pit Bull and I’m on a mission!

Thank you so much for reading my story!

God Bless,
Molly

Parent: Ally

Honey, West Jordan, UT

Hi! My name is Honey and I’m a 4-year-old pit bull.

I was about 3 years old when I found my home. I was found as a stray and they could tell I’ve had too many litters. They think I had my last litter a few months before they found me on the streets. I was taken to West Valley City Animal Shelter where they only keep dogs for 30 days and if they stay past that, they can end up in a gas chamber…

Right before my time at the shelter was up, I was pulled by Tooele Animal Outreach and put into a foster home. I was so lucky.

I quickly fell in love with my foster sister who became my foster mom…and now she’s my mom! Yep, that’s right! I’m a failed foster. Let me tell you why I was a failed foster.

I went in for a spay. Normal surgery, right? Well, the next day my mom saw that I was bleeding from my spay area. At first she thought I pulled my stitches but I kept bleeding. She tried to figure out what to do and because I was still a foster, she contacted the rescue group. While she waited for them to get me into a different vet, she got a rag, folded it, put it on my area and wrapped it with an ace bandage.

They got me into a different vet and she spent an hour cleaning out blood clots. Yikes! The vet said if my mom hadn’t done what she did and not have gotten me in sooner, I would have been dead by the next morning!

My mom couldn’t handle almost losing me. She slept with me every night even when I was on the floor to make sure I was alright. She even carried me outside when I had to go out and carried me right back inside, never once complained. It’s because of her and my family that I know what true love is.

It’s been a year since I found my forever home, and I am learning new things daily. I learned that I can be a normal dog and have fun. I love going for walks, but my all-time favorite thing is car rides!!

The shelter I was taken to has also come a long way. They are working on becoming a no kill shelter and are making great improvements.

I am a much loved and spoiled girl, and even though I am a pit bull, I still found my forever. My mom and I are working me becoming her Emotional Support Animal and I am very close to being where I need to be.

Come follow my journey on Facebook: Honey the Diva!

♥ Honey

Parent: Megahn

Bonzai, Cleveland, OH

Hi! I’m Bonzai! My story is a long one but my Mama told me it’s important for people to know. So here it is.

I was one of 27 dogs confiscated by Cleveland Police who were acting on a tip about a dogfighting ring. The police who arrived at the house where we were being held said that the smell and the noise was overwhelming. We were in crates and makeshift pens in the basement, the walls and floor covered in blood, urine and feces. A make-shift fighting ring, chains, a treadmill and other equipment associated with dogfighting was found in the basement. My Mom has the photos and she said it makes her sad every time she sees it.

Despite such brutal living conditions, the police officers said they could not believe how friendly and gentle we were.

We were brought into the Cleveland Kennel on December 23. Immediately, volunteers mobilized to wash us, socialize us, take us to the vet, walk us, perform behavioral assessments, etc. Approximately 100 people — many of whom had never been to the Cleveland Kennel and knew nothing about pit bull dogs or dogfighting — showed up to help with “the 27,” as we become known in the rescue community. More than a dozen rescues — including the Cleveland Animal Protective League, Pitty Love Rescue in New York and Love-a-Bull in Texas — stepped up to sponsor dogs and find fosters and forever homes for us. (Unfortunately, not all of us have happy endings.)

Everyone who saw me says I was one of the dogs in the worst shape at the kennel. I had a terrible case of kennel cough, had joint issues from injuries that never healed correctly, had missing and broken teeth and was covered in old and new scars. Twenty-six of us were diagnosed with babesia, a bloodborne disease often found among dogs in dogfighting rings and in racing greyhounds.

I growled at anyone who came near me or tried to help me. But this one volunteer did not back away. She grew close with me because she saw how desperate I was to get out of the cage and get outside, even though it was freezing outside. We would sit in the semi-heated service garage and snuggle. I was a favorite of a lot of other volunteers, including Cleveland City Councilman Matt Zone, even though I was snarky and growly.

She told me that she fell in love with me. She agonized about bringing me into her home because she had five dogs already (three pits, a rottie mix and a lab) and they were all well-socialized with each other. Everyone who volunteered realized that I was one of the dogs in the greatest need of rescue and she worried that in the hands of someone unfamiliar with us and who was not willing to put in the work, I might not survive the transition to a normal life.

She knew that I would not be “easy,” but she knew I would be worth it.

Pitty Love Rescue offered to sponsor me and with their support, she pulled me from the kennel and became my Mama. (Well, she was a foster mama for about a week. 🙂 )

She wished she could say our road has been an easy one, but as they say, anything worth having is worth waiting for.

Knowing that I had come from a terrible situation and that I had spent a month in the kennel (which is a pretty horrible place), my mom used an isolation/shut down protocol for me. For a month, I was not allowed to interact with the other dogs or with anyone outside of immediate family. I had my own room, with soft lights and soft music, and I spent most of my time there with kongs, bones and bully sticks. My mom says she needed me to relax and learn to trust people. I needed to realize that every time I saw people, I was not going to be hurt.

Eventually, I was introduced to the other dogs and to other people. I learned the difference between fighting and play, I learned that there was plenty of food for everyone, and I learned how to be an escape artist out of my crate. 🙂

I destroyed two couches and two ottomans. (My mom now padlock my crate when they are not home!!! 🙂 ) My dog brother Meatball has been an amazing therapy dog for me. Mom says Meatball does a lot of self-handicapping during play and is very good at bringing shy dogs out of their shells. He also comforts fearful dogs like me.

Because of my past life, I gave no signalling when I was fearful or angry. I reacted by biting, drawing blood more than once on the other dogs and on my mom. Fortunately, she saw that I did show bite inhibition (I didn’t bite and keep biting — I bit and backed off). After experiencing a few bites and noticing the escalation in severity, she began working with a positive reinforcement trainer who studied my body language. The trainer shared what she had learned about me and gave my family training tools to use with me.

My family learned that I did not like having my butt or back legs touched, probably as a result of being pulled out of the dogfights by my back legs. Slowly they got me acclimated to having my back and butt scratched. My family did it by slowly moving down my back, inch by inch, and giving me my favorite treats at the same time…it took weeks for me to get to the point where I’m comfortable being touched.

There are some setbacks; at one point — after I was adjusting to my new life and had been excited to see people — I reverted back to being fearful and started to run whenever anyone came into the house other than “family.” Using lots of treats and love, my family had friends come over to visit and slowly, got me to overcome my fears. Now, I love visitors!

Our current hurdle is that I’m afraid of anyone who walks toward me holding any kind of towel – paper towel, bath towel, dish towel. My mom thinks it was because of the way I was treated after the fights. It makes bath time very stressful for everyone. My parents got me to the point that they can touch me while holding a towel. (The next step will be to try to rub me with a towel.)

In the meantime, I’m learning to vocalize and signal when I’m happy or fearful or tired. My family is probably one of the few households in the country that does a happy dance when the dog growls!! My family know it means that I’m learning to be a dog and had learned that my family will listen to what I’m trying to tell them.

My Mama calls me her holiday miracle. She told me that I changed her life; me and the other 26 dogs created an entire network of new friends and animal advocates. She said watching me transform and evolve has brought such joy.

Didn’t she know that SHE is my holiday miracle? I was a dog who didn’t seem to have a future, and she gave me hope. I hope other dogs would be as lucky as me.

Thank you for reading my long story.
~ Bonzai

Oh, by the way, Mama’s friend Laura Dumm used my likeness for the cover of a children’s coloring book which she created for a fundraiser for Friends of the City of Cleveland Kennel; Mama says I’m the star. 🙂

Parent: Sandy

Editor’s Note: On June 19, 2015, Bonzai crossed the Rainbow Bridge. It was very sudden; he began hemorrhaging internally, probably as a result of babesia gibsoni.

His mom Sandy wrote: “My sweet ginger nugget. This is my love song to you. My life changed the day you entered it. We went on a magnificent journey together. Through you, I learned patience and compassion. I learned how to be gentle and move quietly. I learned more about myself than I thought possible. You learned to love and trust and came so far – farther than I ever hoped for. I’m so grateful that I was the one blessed to show you what a life filled with love could be like. From our first day to our last, I’ve never regretted opening my heart to you. Your mama loves you, baby boy. Sleep in peace.”

Bonzai learned to love life in the three and a half years he was part of Sandy’s family. And he was loved.

Run free, Bonzai.

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p.s. Lives changed because of the 27…

The Cleveland Kennel is an animal control facility: old, damp, dirty and dark. Before Dec. 23, 2012, a few volunteers worked tirelessly to get dogs into rescues, walk the dogs, advocate for them, etc. Because of the volunteers who came together for the 27, more dogs are finding homes than ever before, more rescues are aware of the kennel, more connections for transport have been created and the morale of volunteers and employees at the kennel has improved 200 percent. Cleveland dropped pit bull dogs from its description of “dangerous” dogs and passed an anti-tethering law.

When the dogfighter who owned Bonzai and the others went to trial, more than 40 people attended his sentencing. The judge said that she had never received as many letters and phone calls about a case. Nearly 200 people from around the country and around the world wrote or called to ask for the maximum sentence for Collin Rand.

Also as a result of the 27, a new organization, Badges for Bullies, has been created by Cleveland Police officers and Cleveland Kennel volunteers to help raise money for pit bull related causes and educate the public about pit bulls, dog fighting and rescue. How often do you hear of police officers, as a group, helping pit bull dogs?

The 27 dogs transformed the way the city of Cleveland and Cleveland residents view pit bull dogs and raised awareness about the horrors of dogfighting. For Sandy, Bonzai has changed her life. As he has transformed from a scared, sick, reactive dog, to a relaxed, happy, “normal” dog, he has given her hope for so many other dogs that seem to have no future. She’s learned so much about reading dog behavior and positive reinforcement training because of him and her other dogs and any future foster dogs will benefit from that.

Gabby, Rougemont, NC

Hi, My name is Gabby! My friends call me Gabs, so you can too.

I was a sad homeless dog found by Pender County Animal Control in April 2012. One look at me told everyone about the rough life I’ve had. I was underweight and sick, my tail has been chopped off and it was clear that I have been overbred and neglected. I was such a sad girl. The people who found me understood why I was so sad: I was full of milk but there were no babies to be found. 🙁

I was so sick, many didn’t think I would make it out of the shelter alive, but Promoting Animal Welfare in NC saw that I just needed a lots of medical care and TLC to bring out the beautiful girl that I really am. And that’s exactly what they did: The day before I was to be euthanized, they sprung me out of the shelter!

After a short stay in the hospital, I went to my wonderful foster home where I regained my strength, got my fur back, fought many infections, and put on a some weight. The infections in my teats were so bad I just couldn’t fight those any more, so I had to have a radical mastectomy to be rid of those infections. But after that surgery along with my spay surgery…

Ta daaaa! Here I am! MISS FAB GABS!! (Yes, no more saggy boobs, thank you very much!) I’m so fabulous, I was one of the winners of the I’m Not a Monster’s Ex Mama’s Day Contest! 🙂

I went from 43 to 67 lbs, and I’m a big athletic Staffordshire Terrier Mix who loves to snuggle and hang out where ever you are. Here’s a quick list of my fabulousness:

• I love walks, eating grass, and collecting stuffed animals
• I walk well on a leash unless I get really excited, but I’m eager to please you, so I’ll slow down
• I’m crate-trained and potty-trained
• Since I used to live outside, I need to go out on a schedule at night when you’re home because I’m excited, but I can go all day with no accidents
• I was pretty beat up when I was found, so I’m a little anxious around other dogs, but get along well with slow introductions
• I would do well with kids who were old enough to not fall over if a big girl bumped into them, because I’m a leaner!
• I’m hoping to be an only dog, or I don’t mind living with another dog who will let me be the boss, preferably a handsome boy 🙂

I have lived with my foster family since I was rescued of May of 2012, spending a lot of time healing and learning to trust and what it feels like for a human to love me. I have a crazy tripod boxer sister, Laila Ali, that I love to wrestle with — and I always let her win, because I’m sweet like that. I’m not really fond of cats, they look kinda sneaky and I try to run them off.

I was heart worm positive, but I’ve completed treatment and the heartworms are all gone! Now that I’m a healthy girl, I’m ready to move on and find a family of my own. Oh did I mention who much I love a man or woman in uniform? ::batting eyelashes::

I’m now available for adoption through Rescue Ur Forever Friend (RUFF) and you can find my profile at on their website, ncruff.org. Are you ready to meet me so we can hang out?

♥ Gabs

Editor’s Note: On October 28, 2014, Gabby got ADOPTED! From her foster mom, Kim: “Forever Kreem, her days of hanging from a catch pole near death, ancient history. You’ll never met a more grateful and loving girl. Thanks to Shelley (Promoting Animal Welfare in NC) for saving her and Rescue Ur Forever Friend (RUFF) for allowing me to epically foster fail to forever home.” Oh, you read that right: Her foster family adopted her!! 

Gabby is now offcially “Gabrielle Eloise Milburn Kreem” and we KNEW from the beginning she was in the right home. (Well, it is a multiple-“Monsters” home so we were secretly hoping for this update. 🙂 ) Thank you, Kim & Andy, for making this lucky girl’s day!!!

FOSTERS ROCK!!

Photos by Suzie Wolf Photography

Raegan, Georgetown, KY

Hello, everybody! My name is Raegan and I am an American Pit Bull Terrier. I am also a Certified Therapy Dog with Love on a Leash in Central Kentucky, as well as a certified Canine Good Citizen.

I am 3 years old, and have two brothers (Skeeter, a Beagle/Cattle dog mix and Baron, a Miniature Schnauzer), and one sister (Sasha, a German Shepherd). I have quite the story and I will try to keep short, even though it’s a long one! 🙂

My story begins in late 2009. I was a sickly little Pitbull puppy that was brought into the veterinary clinic in Louisiana. The doctor diagnosed me with parvo. My old family hadn’t done any vaccines and I had lived outside since they brought me home a few months prior. They didn’t know how long I had been sick, they just noticed that I wasn’t moving much when they went out to feed me one day…

My condition was so severe, they were given the option to try to treat and see if I pulled through, or euthanize. They said to treat me so the doctor started immediately.

I was so malnourished and dehydrated. Over the next few days, the vomiting subsided and I was finally able to hold down a small amount of food. The staff tried to call my family daily with updates, but they never answered. They never called to check on me. Over the following weeks, I continually improved, however it became apparent that my “family” were never coming back for me. After many phone attempts, and letters sent, they responded that they didn’t want me anymore.

Protocol for an abandoned pet was to send them to the local shelter. Due to my breed and my unknown history (the area was know for dog fighting and breeding for dog fighting), the doctor was hesitant to adopt me out to just anyone. The good thing is, the vet tech/assistant at the clinic had fallen in love with me so she decided to adopt me!

My new mommy and daddy got to bring me home on Christmas Eve! It was the best Christmas ever! I got a new home and 3 siblings all at once and I was soo excited! 🙂

Everything was going well until that next August when one morning, my momma went to get me for our morning potty break, and she opened the door to my crate and I couldn’t walk! She rushed me to work, and I had some tests done, but they couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong, and I heard the nice doctor telling my mom and dad that I should see a specialist right away! So off we rushed to a special hospital a few hours away, where they said the nice people would make me feel better.

There they discovered that my brain was swollen and I had a super high number of white blood cells in my spinal fluid! They call it Encephalitis, and they said that I was one of the worst cases they had seen. They couldn’t figure out why I got it, but that I needed to start treatment right away. Her specialist said it was one of the worst cases he had ever seen and he was surprised that I was still alive. He also couldn’t get over how happy I still seemed — my tail never stopped wagging and I never stopped trying to lick everyone. After a few days there, they said I also tried to chase a squirrel even though I couldn’t stand or use my front legs (I just kind of sooted towards the squirrel). BOL!

I was there for 4 days before I got to go home. They sent my parents home with a sling so they could help me stand to go potty since I still couldn’t hold myself up on the front end. I had lots of medicine, injections and physical therapy that I had to get, and thankfully mommy had experience with how to do everything or I woulda been there longer! Because the medicine that I was on suppressed my immune system, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house except for doctor visits, and wasn’t allowed to have any friends over. 🙁

After a very long time and lots of recheck and blood tests later, I was finally able to start living a somewhat normal life and rejoin the social world. I was so excited to see all the different peoples again!! Through it all, people would ask my parents ‘Why do you bother?’ ‘Shes just a dog.’ ‘That would be to much work for a dog.’ ‘Why would you spend all that money to help a dog?’…and countless others. My momma would always respond, “She isn’t ‘just a dog’; She is a family member. She’s one of our ‘kids’, and we would do anything for our dogs.” Don’t I have the best momma in the world? ♥

Through all of my illness, I never stopped wagging my tail and managed to smile everyday. Nothing really ever got me down! My parents just knew that I have bigger plans and that there was a reason that I pulled through two life threatening illnesses.

Since I loved life and people SO MUCH and I had made it through SO MUCH, my momma knew I would make an amazing therapy dog.  So I started training and in February, I passed my therapy dog evaluation for the wonderful organization Love on a Leash. I went through my 10 supervised visits and absolutely LOVE my visits. After 8 weeks of waiting for the paperwork, we finally got our official badges in July — I am officially a Certified Therapy Dog!! Momma told me that was my purpose.

Now I could spread some joy around to others who need it, and also show people that even though you may be different, different is NOT a bad thing! You see, even though I am healthy now, my illness left me with nerve damage on my right front leg and it doesn’t work or look right anymore. I can still use it some, it does help me balance at times, and it doesn’t stop me or slow me down one bit!

I love bringing joy to those I visit and I light up when I get my vest put on — I know that means I’m going to visit my favorite places, like the veteran’s center and the children’s home. I love it when I go to the library and the children read to me!

People still judge me because I’m a Pitbull and some are still afraid to pet me, the smiling, wiggly girl who wants to greet them. But little by little, my mommy and I are changing peoples minds and proving that dogs like me are not monsters. They all deserve a chance and should not be judged.

And remember: No matter what challenges you face, or how bad things may seem at the moment, you should always keep smiling, keep your head up and be proud to be what/who you are no matter what others think.

Thanks for reading my story! And don’t forget to stop by my Facebook page and follow my therapy adventure!

Pitty Kisses to all of you!!
Raegan

Parent: Aslyn

Daine, Joplin, MO

Hai!! My name is DaineDaine and I am NOT a monster!!

I am in fact a Princess, I know this is true because my Mommah and Daddy have told me so. I am also one of the lucky ones, I was adopted at a very early age from the Joplin Humane Society Animal Resource & Adoption Center (JHS) in Joplin, MO.

It was quite a bit of fate that I was adopted! Mommah tells me it’s harder for black puppies to get adopted, much less black pitbulls, but I got adopted after being at the shelter for less than a week!

Today I am just over a year and a half old but I’ve gone to countless classes so that someday I can be a therapy dog. In fact, right now I am in therapy training! Mommah says I have some ‘kinks’ to work out of my system before then (What?! I cant help it that EVERYONE needs kissing!!!) and I have to brush up on all my manners, but I’m really excited!!

Mommah, Daddy and I have a dream! Our dream is to go around and teaching the little humans of the world (Mommah says thats the best way to change things you have to educate them while they are young). We want to teach about tolerance, about being kind, and about how you should NEVER EVER judge a book (or dog, or person) by its cover!! Since I was named after a book, I find this most fitting!

One of the things I am most passionate about is helping, and since JHS gave me my start in life I love giving back to them! We just recently finished up a HUGE pitbull spay and neuter clinic! Last fall we had a ‘pitbull day’ booth at the fall event and raised lots of money and even changed some minds with a pittie kissing booth! (I do love to give kisses!!)

I also use my Facebook page, DaineDaine the Pretty PittieBoxer to share ‘wish lists’ of supplies they need. And for my birthdays and anniversaries I always try to do something special! The people who work and volunteer at JHS are very passionate about animals, and they do everything they can to make sure we all get into good homes!!

JHS has started a STAR DOG program (which you should check out. Hint hint! ;-)) where they get sponsors to cover the adoption fees of the harder-to-adopt dogs. These dogs aren’t ‘Free Dogs’, they aren’t unwanted; They are just the dogs that have a harder time standing out in a crowd and we want to give them a little extra boost! I am so very honored to be JHS’s mascot for this! EVERY dog is a STAR! Some of them just have a little trouble shining!

When Mommah started my Facebook page she never expected I would someday be a spokesdog, or that I would have so many friends (HAI FRIENDS!). She just wanted to share me and hopefully change some minds along the way!!

A dog is a dog is a dog! Sometimes breed labels hurt us more than they can help us. Those who meet me in person never guess at first that I have any pittie in me, but I do! I just want to show people that black dogs, pittie dogs, any dog can be a GOOD DOG!

We are very honest on our pages about what is going on in our lives, the behavioral troubles we might be facing, and what we are doing about it. I believe honesty is the best policy!! Am I perfect? NO!!!! But I am working to be a better girl!! And so are my sister and my brothers! 🙂

I am a puppy, I am a girl, I am a Princess, I am picky, I am black and white, I am a border collie staffie bull mix, I am hyper, I am lovable, but I AM NOT A MONSTER! And that’s all I want people to know!!

Pitboo kisses!
DaineDaine

Parent: Kristina

Adora, Pittsburgh, PA

Hello Friends!

My name is Adora the Bull, but since we’re new friends, you can just call me Adora!

I am a 5 1/2 year old Pit Bull/American Bulldog Mix with a beautiful white fur coat and a soft little pink and tan spotted nose that loves to give little kisses. I’m a very happy girl and I really couldn’t ask for anything more!

My life wasn’t always rainbows and sparkles. I was surrendered to the Western PA Humane Society on a chilly day in December, right before the New Year (2012). My former owners surrendered me because they were moving somewhere that they were not permitted to take me along. (I know, totally unfair…right?! And as you can see, I looked like a baby machine so they must be done with me doing that job for them. 🙁 )

When I came into the shelter, my skin was extremely itchy, red and infected. The kind staff at the shelter started me on an antibiotic and some high quality dog food along with a good bath to help make me feel better. While at the Western PA Humane Society I quickly became a staff favorite; snuggling up with anyone who would let me cuddle with them. Since I had an extreme love for people, I attended offsite events as a representative of the other shelter dogs looking for their forever homes.

One day while I was at the shelter, I started feeling sick and the veterinary staff became very concerned for me. After running some tests, it was suspected that I had an auto-immune problem called Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia (IMHA). I was a very sick girl for awhile but the awesome staff at the shelter got me back on track and I had a wonderful foster mom and sister who took care of me.

In the mean time, I stole the heart of the Outreach Coordinator at the Western PA Humane Society who is now my mom. 🙂

After my mom officially adopted me in April 2012, we started working to take the Therapy Dog test. We worked hard for a few months and took the test in September 2012. I am now a Certified Therapy Dog and I work daily to melt hearts and change minds!

One of my favorite moments as a therapy dog was when I met two nice ladies while I was at work with my mom. When we came in the door to my mom’s work, there were two women who were admiring my cute little white face and when my mom invited them to pet me, one of them ran to the back of the store and said something about “being afraid of those kind of dogs”.

I’m not exactly sure what she was talking about. All I really wanted was some snuggles! My mom talked the woman for a bit and told her about how I just passed my test to become a Certified Therapy Dog and she told her all about my love for children, kitties, other dogs and so much more. After a short chat with my mom, the woman came slowly came over and petted my soft white head as I stood there politely while my mom continued to talk to them.

As my mom and I left to continue onto her office, I looked up at my mom’s face and she had a HUGE smile! And I knew at that very moment that I had made my mom sooo happy. 🙂 After we got to my mom’s desk she knelt down and gave me a big hug and said, “We are going to change so many minds and hearts together, Adora!” I sure do love my Mom. ♥

So that’s my story. I’m a shelter dog turned Certified Therapy dog who is ready to teach the world how amazing “pit bull” type dogs are! I’m ready to melt hearts and change minds…one person at a time!

Love & Snuggles,
Adora

p.s. Check me out on Facebook!

Parent: Sarah

Rebel, Darthmouth, MA

Hello, friends!

My name is Rebel…but you can call me Belly. I was born in a log cabin in Illinois. As a young man, I got a job splitting rails, and I was so honest…Wait a minute, that wasn’t me. Let me start over.

I was born somewhere in Kentucky, in a setting not as bucolic as where I live now. I am a 90-lb pit bull, and really more of a snuggler than a fighter, so as a young man I was given the unenviable job of “bait dog”. This was a job I was apparently perfectly suited to because I never bite, growl or really do anything other than kiss. I was hog-tied, my mouth was taped shut, and other dogs gained confidence by attacking me…for sport. 🙁

Eventually, I began to realize that my talents at snuggling could be put to better use elsewhere, so I decided it was time to get the fudge out and free myself from these cruel and crazy people. Somehow I managed to escape and when I was found, I wasn’t a pretty sight: All the flesh had been ripped from my face, my badly infected ears were shredded to meaty ribbons (and eventually amputated by a vet), and since I’d been given a steady diet of nothing with a side of nothing, I was skin and bones.

My body was skinny and weak, but my spirit was strong and hearty.

I ended up with a pit bull “rescue” in New York and I actually had my own reality TV show! The scars on my body from years of abuse (not to mention my missing ears!) in contrast to my sweet personality made for compelling television. I met lots of interesting people like Dr. Phil, Ellen DeGeneres, and Paris Hilton (thank goodness I am too big to fit in a Prada bag!).

You thought I hit the jackpot, right? But what you see on TV is just that: A TV reality (I guess that’s why it’s called a reality show. Hah!). I’m not going to go into details about my life with that “rescue” because I don’t want I’m Not a Monster to get threatening letters from them. So let’s move on…

Well, I eventually found my way to Pack Ethic Rescue in Sprakers, NY. That was one of the luckiest days of my life.

Keri and Eric took excellent care of me for two years. They taught me what it’s like to be part of a pack and made me the happy and balanced boy I am today. For the first time in my life, I could take it easy and knew that I was never going to be hit, bound or bitten, and would never go without delicious food. I was just able to be a dog, at last.

One day, the people who were to become my forever mom and dad called Pack Ethic in hopes to find “a good old boy that will be gentle with a feisty shih-tzu”. They had a bait dog before me, and he died from complications related to epilepsy, and they were downright sad. It was really hard to give me up, but Keri and Eric knew it was an opportunity for me to be the center of a family, so they selflessly gave me that chance. That is how much they loved me!

Now I am living with my dad, mom, and sister Clementine in Padanaram Village. Let me tell you, they love me like crazy!

I go for walks on our beach every day, play with Clementine, and fall asleep in sunny spots on the floor. If you are eating dinner, I will do every single trick I can think of for a little nibble. My parents take me everywhere and introduce me to everyone so people can realize that pits are not scary.

My name is Rebel. I am an 8-year-old, 90-lb pit bull. I am a master counter-surfer, high-fiver, protector of my family, broken heart mender, opinion changer, comedian, and super snuggler that will lick the food right off your face. But I am not — and never will be — a monster.

~Rebel

Parents: Cait & Jim

Editor’s Note: On February 1, 2017, Rebel lost his fight with Cushing’s disease. He passed on in the arms of the people who have loved him. He was loved and cherished with a family all his own. He was 11. Run free, Rebel. ♥

Tiny, Melbourne, Australia

Hi, everyone! My name is Tiny (I know what my name is, silly! :-)). I’m a Mastiff Rottweiler mix and I live with my mum & dad in Australia.

My previous ‘owner’ kept me locked up and used me to make puppies. I’ve had so many puppies I can’t even count. Then when I was about 2 years old he dumped me and 2 other dogs a shelter that offered emergency boarding. He said he’d be back for us in a week. He never came back but the shelter people said we were in such bad shape they wouldn’t have given us back anyway.

I was very underweight, covered in fleas & terrified. They fixed me up, I got de-sexed (that’s what we Australians call ‘spayed/neutered’), microchipped and for the first time in my life, had enough food to eat. Soon I was ready to find my forever home.

But there was a problem, I had no social skills and was terrified of people. I’d hide when anyone came to see me and if I was put in display cages, I’d bark because I was so scared. I had a mean bark and people stayed away. 🙁

For six months I stayed in the shelter, getting sadder and sadder. I didn’t want to eat much and never wagged my tail. The nice people at the shelter were really worried about me.

Then one day a lady and a man came to see me. They had been thinking about getting a dog for a while and had seen my photo online. I was so scared of them I wouldn’t look them in the eye. I took a few treats from them but when they came to close I would run away. They left me to go look at other dogs.

They met another really friendly dog but they kept thinking about me. I looked so sad in my cage. They could tell I was really scared and because I was so timid they knew my chances of getting a forever home were slim.

They had decided already that they wanted to bring home the dog that needed a home the most and they had no doubt that I was the puppy most in need. So…they decided to adopt me! The shelter people were so excited; They had really thought I was going to live at the shelter forever.

Once they got me home, the real work started. I freaked out when I got to my new home. I didn’t understand where I was or who these people were. I refused to come inside unless they brought me inside on a lead. Inside scared me so much — I’d never been in a house before.

They tried to feed me inside but I kept trying to bury my food in the carpet. Once outside I would eat but buried most of my food in the backyard because I wasn’t sure when I’d get fed next.

Over the next few days my new mum & dad tried to make me feel safe. They started to teach me about sleeping inside in a warm bed, playing with toys (I had no idea what a toy was) and that I would get fed at the same time everyday.

At first it felt hopeless, I was so scared of everything & wouldn’t respond to their calls or even take treats from them. Then about 5 days after I arrived at my new home, my mum called me into the house from the backyard and I CAME TO HER! 🙂 I even started to wag my tail! I finally began to understand that these people loved me.

That was a year ago and it’s only gotten better. Now I love going for walks with my mum & dad, and I eat all of my food every night. I love playing with toys, especially the squeaky ones my dad teases me with. My mum & dad have the nicest friends, they all pat me and give me cuddles and food. They are all really smart too, they make sure not to talk too loud around me and are always really gentle with me.

Some humans aren’t as smart as my mum & dad’s friends though. See, my mum & dad don’t eat meat and people think that means they don’t feed me meat. (Yeah, it is so silly.) My mum has explained over and over again that puppies need to eat meat, and just because they choose not to eat meat doesn’t mean they will deny me food I need. People make stupid assumptions about them without getting to know them. I know exactly how they feel. 🙁

Sometimes when we are out walking, people cross the road when they see me. They pick their kids or little dogs off the ground when I walk by. I never bark or cause trouble even when other dogs bark at me but people still seem scared. I look big and mean but really I’m just a sweet girl who wants hugs and kisses.

My mum, dad and I wanted to share my story; To show people that with love even the most abused animal can become a wonderful family member. That big dogs aren’t mean & scary they just want to be loved like any other dog.

That shelter animals make the best pets but you have to give them time. They don’t understand that you want to love them & keep them safe forever, humans have let them down before & you have to give them a chance to learn to trust again. The reward for your love & patience will be a loyal pet who will love you forever. Just like me.

Thank you so much for reading my story!

XOXO, Tiny

Parent: Kimberley

Blueberry, New York, NY

Hello, I’m Blueberry, a 4-year-old ‘Pitbull’ dog living in NYC. It’s hard to type a life story without opposable thumbs, but my mom is insisting I try. So, here we go:

Before I met my mom I had three different dads from the ages of 5 weeks to 2 years old. Dad #1 was the best and took great care of me, but unfortunately had to move to a building which didn’t allow pets that look like me, so that’s when I moved in with his friend, Dad #2.

Things started out well at Dad #2’s but soon I became too much for him to handle (I was pretty energetic back then), he tried tying me to the radiator during the day but that didn’t help, so that’s when I went to the shelter and was intercepted by Dad #3.

Dad #3 meant well but had some problems with drugs and alcohol that made it hard for him to take care of me properly. I was home alone a lot (like for 3-4 days at a time) and even ended up going to the shelter again when he had to go to jail.

For all of Dad #3’s bad qualities, he had a great taste in women, and that’s how I met my mom! 🙂

I know I look like a little angel in these pictures, but when I first came to my mom’s house, I was a bit of a wild child! I thought it was really fun to pee on her bed, pull really hard on the leash, hump people on the street, and knock people down the stairs in our building. I was always a good boy, but my behavior had really deteriorated during my time with Dads #2 and #3.

My mom researched dog training and worked with different trainers to teach me better behavior. Who would have thought, but I am REALLY good at training!

My mom is in the rescue community and her friends at Project Pet, Inc. allowed her to foster me for them, and also paid for a very expensive jaw surgery I needed. I had a gross metal plate in my jaw from when Dad #2 let me outside with no leash on and I got hit by a car and broke my jaw, and now the plate had become infected. It was very painful and made my breath smell like dead people, which made me loose out on some pretty awesome make out sessions.

I was lucky to have surgery before the infection spread to my brain and heart because I could have died! Lots of people who didn’t even know me donated towards the costs of the surgery, which was super nice of them!

My mom tried to adopt me out but realized that there was no one awesome enough on earth to be worthy of adopting me, so now she’s my real mom and not just my foster mom. 🙂

We had been together a long time and had gone through a lot of stuff together; a lot of loss and a lot of changes. My trainers all said I was craving consistency, and I think my mom was too. A lot of people told her that she would never be able to give me away from the very beginning, so she’s a little embarrassed of admitting it now. I’m not going to lie, my mom is kind of a neurotic psycho, but she’s lucky to have great friends, rescue colleagues and me, who are always supportive of her, even when she’s acting a little crazy.

My mom and I are very different: She can be shy with new people and can sometimes be sad, while I’m always happy and love to make out with strangers on the street! So I’m a big help to her with my social butterfly and cuddlebug nature; She likes to take me everywhere with her and I can always make her laugh. I also help her with fostering other dogs and cats who are homeless like I once was, and am her photography ‘muse’.

Most people I meet love me and welcome my snuggles, but sometimes people can be scared of me or even say rude things. I’ve even been called a ‘monster’ if you can believe it!

My mom tries to be polite and educate people, but sometimes she rolls her eyes and gets annoyed. Being the more mature of the two of us, I usually just roll on my back for belly rubs while moving my legs like I’m riding a bike. I’ve found this is can cure even the most awkward of situations, like when my mom comes home and finds the garbage has been eaten and strewn about the apartment. (I highly recommend this to all my doggie friends, though I’m not sure it would have the same effect if a human were to do it.)

I wish I could tell you that I am a certified therapy dog, or had saved my mom from a burning building, but I’m pretty much a normal doggie with a normal doggie life now — walks, playdates, kongs, cuddling, and jumping on mailboxes! (Maybe that last one isn’t so normal, but it’s really, really fun!)

We still keep in touch with all of my dads, because they all still love me (who wouldn’t?) and want to make sure I’m doing OK.

So, in conclusion, here are a few life lessons I’ve learned along the way which I’d like to pass along to all humans and dogs who may be reading this:

First, be friendly and well behaved! I cannot tell you how much this has helped me in life and convinced a lot of people who were skeptical of giving me kisses that it’s really OK, and landlords who didn’t want to rent apartments to my mom that they wouldn’t have to be worried about having a tenant who looks like me.

Second, humans are awesome! You may not expect something like that coming from me but I have so many amazing aunts and uncles in my life who have helped me and my mom with my surgery costs, babysitting me when my mom is away, and helping me get trained. Sometimes (especially when you are involved in animal welfare, like I am) it’s easy to become bitter towards humans, but the majority of them are pretty awesome.

And lastly, don’t judge! I am an awesome example of what some might think looks like a monster, but I’m a total mushmush! Words hurt, and be careful how you use them with dogs or humans. Most ‘monsters’ are really not monsters at all if you take the time to get to know them.

Thanks for reading my story! And follow me on Instagram: @thebluebies where you can catch me lounging around with my cat, Willie Nelson.

~Blueberry

Parent: Sabrina

Roxy, Chesterfield, MA

Hi, I’m Roxy…It is a fitting name because I am a rockstar of a dog. 🙂

Lots of people see me and think I am scary, but I am a big mush. I panic when my people leave me because I just don’t want to be alone, but we are adopting another 2 dog sisters so I don’t think I will be lonely for long!

But overall I haven’t led too rough of a life. I have double hip dysplasia and lyme disease, and I had to have a big operation on my leg but I am loved. I never ended up in the scary shelter, and I wasn’t abused.

My daddy got me off Craigslist. I had a family but they were having a baby and remodeling their house; they moved into a small trailer and didn’t have space for me. So daddy scooped me up. The people said I was watching the door all day when Daddy came, like I knew that I was going with him. 🙂

At first it was just me and Daddy… Then came Mommy and my people sisters.

I have two people sisters, both with special needs. One of them is almost 7 now and has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. She gets really upset, but I go to her and help her relax when she is sad and scared.

My other one is just a little baby. We didn’t know that she was going to have a severe and life threatening intestinal disorder when she was born. She had major surgery at 3 weeks old! Mommy and Daddy and big sister were so scared. I would sleep at the feet of the swing, or the crib, or wherever the baby was and watch over her. They are my family and I love them.

I think it is really funny to lick the baby’s face when she least expects it, and my favorite thing is to let the girls crawl all over me and give me hugs. When they are upset I make them feel better, and when something is wrong I get my Mommy quick because the baby will always be in danger and big sis gets very scared.

I am a good family dog. I like everyone I meet (even cats!) and I never bark at people. If other dogs don’t like me I just walk away. One day Mommy took me to a big park (their were squirrels everywhere; I LOVE squirrels!) and we brought the girls to the playground. Mommy seemed really upset about something. I heard her talking to a woman who was teaching her child to stay away from, “that dog”. I looked around to see what dog and then I realized she meant ME!

Mommy kindly explained that I was a family dog, the most tolerant and sweet dog she’d ever met (d’awwwwww, Mom!) and that she wouldn’t bring me to a park full of children if there was a concern. There was lots of dogs here but the lady was only saying to stay away from me. Mommy said teaching kids to stay away from all dogs is a great idea, but that teaching kids to fear a kind of dog is unfair to both kids and dogs.

It is my doggy duty (hehehe) to teach people that dogs like me, aren’t big scary dogs. People tell Mommy I shouldn’t be so close to the girls, but Mommy can’t stop me. Whenever we are driving, I find a way to wedge my butt in between the car seats, or sit on big sister’s lap because I don’t want to be away from them for one minute.

I am a 65-pound lap dog. I never bark. I am not vicious. I am just a family dog who takes care of my special needs sisters.

Wherever we go I raise awareness. Mommy has made it her mission to bring me to every park she can and is making me a shirt that says Friendly Family Dog. We like to teach people about bully breeds and how loving we can be.

I am not a monster; I am a ROXSTAR!

XOXO,
Roxy

Family: Daddy Nate, Mommy Alison, big sister Leah & little sister Juliet

Tiinkerbell, Jacksonville, FL

“No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.”
— George Chakiris

My name is Tiinkerbell (that’s with two “i”s) and I was rescued from Jacksonville Animal Care and Protective Services (ACPS). They found me roaming the streets in a bad area of town.

As you can see from my photo taken the day I was first rescued, I was in a rough shape.

I weighed 26 pounds, I was literally skin and bones, was very weak. I was completely bald, was bleeding all over my body and my poor paws had no padding on the bottom of them at all. Everyone was sure that I was used as a breeding dog as I looked as if I’d had several litters. Oh, and my teeth had been filed down. 🙁

ACPS contacted Pit Sisters and said that they had a dog who was in very bad shape, but refused to stop wagging her tail. Pit Sisters’ founder, Jen Watson, drove to the shelter to see me.

There I was, curled up in a tiny ball at the back of my cage. But I saw her. Slowly I got up and came to the front of the cage with my tail wagging.

That was it. Jen fell in love with me right then and there so lo-and-behold, I became a Pit Sisters dog. 🙂

I was named Tiinkerbell by Tiny Pit Sister. She looked at my picture and without hesitation said, “We shall call her Tiinkerbell.” (Tiny Pit Sister is 4 years old. She adores me and I adore her back!)

I stayed at the veterinarian for about two months while tests were run and I was given fluids and frequent feedings to help me gain weight. I was initially diagnosed with auto immune disorder. I was also put on several different medications and required daily baths to help my skin recover.

I started to gain weight, and then started losing weight all of a sudden, so I was brought back to the vet, where lots of bloodwork and tests were run. I stayed at the vet for another few weeks while my rescuers tried different methods of treatment. I was put on different medication and given prescription food. I started gaining weight and have been able to keep the weight on.

I also gained lots of friends on my Facebook page, Tiinkerbell’s Time. I was on the local television news as a spokesdog for homeless pets. I joined my sisters (Pit Sisters) at ACPS as they told my story and spoke about other animals in need of help and homes. I even made my red carpet debut as the guest of honor at a showing of the film Beyond the Myth. I was all dolled up with my pearl necklace and pink tutu! 🙂

But my greatest claim to fame: I beat the odds!

I now weigh a healthy 38 pounds. I still don’t have any hair and my sisters don’t think I ever will, but I have a very strong spirit. And the best news? I’m ready to find my forever home!!

Here are some quick facts about me:

• I’m about 7 years old
• I’m spayed, vaccinated and heartworm negative
• I ADORE children
• I’m always happy — my tail never stopped wagging through all that I had been through
• Everyone says I’m ridiculously cute and everyone who meets me absolutely loves me! 🙂

My sisters and my foster family love me so much they would really like for me to stay in or near Jacksonville, FL, so I can continue to be a spokesdog for Pit Sisters, to be the voice for animals who are not receiving proper care.

So if you are that forever person for me, live near Jacksonville and are ready for my unconditional love, contact sisters@pitsisters.org!

And don’t forget to visit my page to follow my story!

♥ Tiink

Editor’s Note: On April 26, 2013, Pit Sisters happily announced that Tiinkerbell has finally found her forever home and we couldn’t be happier for this girl. 🙂 Here’s the video of Tiinkerbell’s adoption.

Honey, Northampton, PA

Hi. My name is Honey and I was picked up as a stray by the Brooklyn ACC in July 2012.

At 13 years old, I found myself on the “E” list with a series of ailments a mile long, including a life threatening condition pyometra, mastitis, entropian, a tooth root abscess, severe ear infections, dermatitis and hair loss, edema in my rear legs and feet… The list just went on and on and on.

I couldn’t walk and could barely muster enough energy to lift my head.

Most people assumed that I was simply dumped on the streets and discarded like trash because of my health. There was no way that I wandered off as a stray in that condition and everyone said I was “obese” and most strays have been on the skinny side.

I wouldn’t eat, I was too depressed, and it seemed as though I had given up the fight. Some thought that it would have been best to end my suffering and allow the shelter to take my life. However a group of people, who had never even met each other, saw my post from Urgent Part 2 – Urgent Death Row Dogs on Facebook and they banded together and pledged their time, their funds, and their love to help me spend my remaining days with dignity.

They found a rescue to pull me from the shelter, an organization to transport me, and an adoptive home to provide hospice. My preliminary medical bills were to be covered by donations and ChipIns, although everyone knew that it was going to be quite an effort to even get me comfortable and simply pain free for my final days.

After I arrived at my new home, I laid down in my soft, warm, comfortable new bed and slept with a sigh of relief. Yet, the next 48 hours seemed a bit grim. I still couldn’t get up to use the bathroom, I wouldn’t eat, and without sounding harsh… everyone said that I simply looked pathetic…

My new family entered into the situation knowing it was to be an exercise in compassion, an attempt to provide a loving home to a dying pet so that I would know love and peace before my time was up. My mom and dad prepared themselves and the children, ages 16 and 7, for what would eventually happen to poor little old me.

But what happened next… no one truly expected.

In just two short months, with a healthy dose of antibiotics and a lot of love, I made an amazing recovery!

After my first vet visit, just two days after I arrived at her new home, I lifted my head up in the car on the way home to peer out the window with interest.

My new family noticed that there was now a sign of interest in place of what used to be depression. Within a few days of being on antibiotics, I began to walk on my own. Everyone was stunned!

Within a week my entropian cleared up, which meant I now looked out at the world with big, bright eyes. My family began giving me baths to help my skin and coat and within a month my hair started to grow back. I now had a shiny, black, beautiful coat and my white fur was truly white, no longer yellowed and dingy.

Overall, I looked and felt like a completely different dog. Not only was I walking, but I was now jumping up on the couch to snuggle and playing tug of war — with the same strength as the family’s two Great Danes I might add! I had a youthful spunk at times and while out on a walk of the neighborhood I would often wag my tail and bite at my leash, just like a puppy.

I still loved to nap but it was always by my new mom’s side either on the couch or on my cozy bed positioned next to my mom’s desk while she worked — never leaving her side. I even allowed the cats to share my bed and I snuggled with them too!

I managed to beat all of my ailments and without surgery, which unfortunately wasn’t an option because my red blood cell count was too low. Within two months I was issued a clean bill of health by the vet — who was also amazed that I was even the same dog that had originally come into their office in such a horrendous condition. It truly seemed a miracle.

But, what about providing hospice? What about preparing to take care of a dog for only a short time since the end seemed so near? This wasn’t quite what my new family had anticipated. Well that’s the best part of this story.

Now, I’ve become part of the family and I’m here to stay. I am now the new best friend and favorite companion of the 7-year-old little boy who loves me dearly and is very glad that no one, not even I, decided to give up the fight.

Oh, and did I mention that I’m a Pit Bull? To the little boy, it matters not that I’m a ‘pit bull’ or any particular breed of dog, what only matters is that I’m here to be by his side. ♥

~Honey

Parent: Kristin

Riley, El Dorado, CA

My name is Riley. My mom rescued me from the Lake Elsinore County Animal Shelter in California when I was five months old.

She was sent there to pick up several purebred lab puppies because she was transporting them for a lab rescue in San Diego. The county worker pointed me out to her and said I might look enough like a lab to meet the rescue’s requirements. Mom called the lab rescue, and they told her it was okay to bring me, as well. (My brindle brother, unfortunately, stayed at the pound, something my mom says still gives her sleepless nights.)

Mom took me to San Diego, but when we got there, the rescue person said I was too “pitty” and suggested that Mom return me to the pound. 🙁

The county worker had told my new mom that this was my last day at the pound — I was scheduled to be PTS that afternoon. I was only five months old and my mom says she couldn’t take me back to my death. She worked out an arrangement with the lab rescue, where she would foster me but could bring me to the lab adoption events as a “private adoption.” So I went to a few of the events (and totally stole the scene, BTW) and Mom rejected a number of potential adopters…because she decided that I had already found my home, and it was with her! 🙂

The first time Mom heard anything bad about me was when she took me to her vet for a check-up. As we were leaving, some stranger stopped her and told her that she would need a “breaking stick” for me when I got older. She didn’t know what a breaking stick was and the stranger told her it was to break my jaws open when I attacked another dog since I’m a pitbull and I would become vicious when I get older.

This was the first time that Mom personally experienced the breed discrimination against both pitbulls and Chow Chows (my brother is a Chow Chow that she had adopted about a month before I came into her life). She says that people who used to wave at her when she went for a walk now moved to the other side of the street when she walked me and my brother. And we were only six months old!!!

People are very strange; They have dogs off-leash who come running up and are aggressive toward me, but the people would blame me for their dogs being so mean! Unbelievable, right? My mom met one nice woman who had purebred Staffordshire terriers, and that woman said she had treadmills in her back yard and she walked her dogs on them because she was worried some off-leash dog running up to attack her dog and her dog being blamed for responding. Happily, I’m a lover not a fighter, so I would either try to be friends with the loose dogs or let my mom scare them off.

Mom took me on off-leash walks in an area outside of the community she lived in so I could run around and burn up some energy. While there, one time, I met a coyote and went chasing off after him. Mom freaked out and went running after me, sure that the coyote was leading me into a trap and that I would be killed. But when she finally caught up to me, I was already making friends with the coyote and his buddy. 🙂 After that, every time we went to the off-leash area, if I heard a coyote, I would go racing off to play with the pack. Mom would finish walking my brother, who liked to hang out next to Mom, then she would wait by the truck for me until I was ready to come back.

One time, I came running back with several of my friends, thinking they would like to come to the house with me and get some free food. For some reason, when they saw Mom, they ran away. I was very confused as to why they didn’t want to come to the truck with me. Mom told me I needed to get permission the next time I wanted to bring any friends back to the house for a sleep-over!

Mom says that until I was about two years old, I kind of WAS a monster, but only because I loved to chew EVERYTHING. I had a real taste for electronics and I destroyed her TV remote, a handheld two-way radio, several pagers and a cell phone. I also loved to sneak into the bathroom at night and unroll the toilet paper off the roll, carrying it out to the living room and decorating it for Mom to find the next morning.

I didn’t like the grapevines she had planted to shade her arbor so I chewed through their trunks. I tried to make it up to her by creating a water feature in the back yard. I spent ALL day, while she was at work, digging up the underground PVC sprinkler pipe, chewing through it, then tugging it up to a 45-degree angle, so the water would spout gracefully from it. I finished earlier than I expected, so by the time she got home, the entire courtyard was wet from the water pouring out of the pipe, but she wasn’t nearly as happy about it as I thought she would be. There is no pleasing some people, I guess. I was such a terror, my Mom’s African Grey Parrot learned how to say, “Ri…knock it off!”

We both made it through my growing pains, and Mom has kept me busy playing with all the foster dogs she brings home. I have met literally hundreds of dogs, little to big, young to old, and I am the dog who greets them at the door, teaches them manners if they need a lesson, shows them where the best toys are hidden, keeps them company when Mom is at work, and tells them it is going to be okay when they head out with Mom to an adoption event.

I get a little depressed when they don’t come back, but Mom says that is because they have found their forever home, and she gives me a treat or a cuddle for being such a good friend to them, so I guess it all works out in the end. And I still have my brother here with me, and I know I am here to stay. I don’t necessarily like every dog my mom has fostered, but I have never bitten another dog, even the snotty ones, so Mom has never needed that breaking stick!!

When Mom had to move from southern California to northern California because of her job, she decided that she wanted to find a place where me and my brother, Chewy, would have lots of room to run and wouldn’t have to be kept in a small yard all day while she was at work. So she found us ten acres in El Dorado, CA, and I love it!!

I’m 12 now so I’m not a puppy anymore, but I still love to get out and sniff all the gopher holes, chase the wild bunnies (although I have yet to catch one), and patrol my “yard.” I ignore the chickens and the donkeys. I am afraid of snakes, but I will bark when I find one, to let my Mom know, and she will come over to save me.

I am a total wimp. If I get hurt, I go running to Mom. I even ran to her so she could remove a sliver that I got stuck in my belly from pushing around in the bushes too much. I ran up to her, then rolled over, so she would see the sliver and take it out. I did get into a fight once, though. After we moved to El Dorado, I fought off a coyote who had decided to come in to snack on Mom’s goats. I still have the scars on my face from where he bit me. Mom told me she loved me, but that now everyone who met me was going to think I was a fighting dog. My only other scars are on my body, from where the vet has had to remove a few benign tumors. Getting old really sucks. 🙁

Everyone who takes the time to stop and meet me, instead of crossing the street to avoid me, says that I am a loveable and loving dog. My favorite place is anywhere I can get petted and loved on, and if you let me, I’ll climb into your lap. At the pet store or the vet’s office, I always want to make the rounds and meet everyone. My current vet always comments on what a great dog I am, and says I have a beautiful smile! I haven’t met a person I don’t like, and I don’t understand it when people don’t like me without even stopping to get to know me.

Mom makes we wait to greet people, and she says that not everyone wants to pet me, but I can’t believe that any person wouldn’t feel better after giving me a hug or a neck scratch, so I get depressed when she doesn’t let me run about and say hello to everyone. I totally get over it when they come over to say hi to me, though!

I am not a monster. I am a dog. I am a good dog. I am most people’s idea of a perfect dog, except for my physical appearance. If I looked like an Irish Setter or a Golden Retriever, I’d probably be on a calendar somewhere. But I look like a pit bull, so I have to prove myself to most of the people I meet. And my Mom has to continue to reassure some strangers upon meeting me, that the dog who is dancing around with his tail wagging is actually just happy to meet them. 🙂

Thanks for reading my story!

Riley

Parent: Donna

Hurley, Noblesville, IN

Hi there! My name is Hurley, but the ladies like to call me Woo-Woo because I “woo” them with my sweet kisses. 🙂

I was brought to the Humane Society for Hamilton County shelter as a stray in August 2009 and I’ve been here ever since. I had a brief stint in an adoptive home but it was not a good match for me. The shelter has been a wonderful second home but I desperately want to find my forever home.

I’m a 5-year-old American Pit Bull mix and I have the biggest heart you’ll ever know. I even have a heart-shaped nose.

And I love to play! (Who doesn’t?!) My favorite toy is a Frisbee; I could play with one all day long! I love tossing a toy into the air and catching it! Oh, I’m also skilled at wrapping presents — sometimes I get carried away and will festoon myself. Hehe!

I am curious about the goings on of the shelter and I’d offer suggestions to make it even better, like Movie Night with pop corn and dog biscuits, Doggy Massage Day and, my favorite, Kennel Décor on a Budget. 🙂

After being here for sooo long, my self-confidence had been pretty low. When I first arrived I tried my hardest to show the public what a handsome boy I am and my many skills, but they just kept walking right by my kennel.

No matter how I posed or what face I showed them, no one wanted me…

My shelter moms told me it was just because people are scared of my breed and they don’t know what they are missing, but it becomes hard to believe after so long. The constant rejection broke my confidence and it has taken a long time to recover. Life for a homeless animal is hard enough without doubting one’s value.

My shelter wants to be sure that I go to just the right family. That’s why it’s important that I’m adopted by experienced dog owners who know how to deal with a strong-willed dog.

I was recently given temperament tests again and I was very successful! Here are the notes from the testers:

• I was friendly and sociable with the testers, I cooperated well with being hugged and having my feet, ears, tail touched
• I love to play but I still can be a bit mouthy and jumpy when excited
• I am still a master at the toy flip & catch move and I will release my toys now when told to “drop it”
• I am such a polite dog when it comes to my food bowl! The testers could move the bowl or pick it up by hand!
• I am, however, nervous around children. Maybe it’s the noises they make, maybe it’s the eye-to-eye thing….but I need to be in a home and live a life surrounded by adults only
• I can also be selective about the other dogs I want to share my time with. I prefer the ladies….dominant males, small dogs and cats aren’t my cup of tea
• You do need to be at least 21 years old to adopt me and a home owner

My shelter moms know there is the perfect family for me out there — they just have to meet me. That”s why they created a Facebook page for me, Handsome Hurley, so you can get to know me better and fall in love.

If you’d like to meet me, please contact the shelter at 317-773-4974 or bfrancis@hamiltonhumane.com.

I”ve been here for so long. Please don’t make me live at the shelter for another year!

Thank you for reading my story.

Hurley ♥

p.s. If you’re in the neighborhood, make sure you drop by to see me. If I am not the right fit for you, you can meet the other hundreds of dogs and cats waiting for homes. We’re all waiting to meet you.

Editor’s Note: We’re happy to announce that Hurley has been adopted!! 🙂

Sam, Pittsburgh, PA

Oh hai. I am an American Pit Bull Terrier named Bulletproof Sam. You can just call me Sam for short. For a long time, I was forced into a life of dogfighting.

My story started when I was rescued by my friends at HSUS on February 29, 2012 from a suspected dogfighter in Jacksonville, FL. There were 17 dogs that were rescued but I stood out…

My facial scars told the rescuers that I was a champion in the bloody “sport” of dog fighting; I was so good I was fought for years, beating more dogs than most fighters would ever face. That’s why my rescuers nicknamed me Champion Sam.

But I stood out because the rescuers saw how gentle and friendly I was when they rescued me from my dark cage. All I wanted to do was to curl up on their laps.

My fighting life resulted in the tearing of my mouth and lips and caused the permanent damage because my injuries went untreated until I was rescued. I had infected teeth, four of which were pulled, and abscessed gums that were treated. I now only have cosmetic damage and no more pain. I look like I’m always smiling!

After being rescued, I came to Hello Bully to begin my journey to my forever home. Hello Bully had known me from the beginning — their volunteers assisted with my dogfighting rescue operation — so they know that I’m an exceptional dog. They named me “Bulletproof Sam” because despite the hard knock life that I lived, I’m so loving and forgiving — all I wanted to do was love everyone! I hold no grudges from the moment I was rescued and all I wanted to do was show the love that I was capable of, regardless of the life that I had been forced into.

The life I know now is true happiness! I live at Hello Bully Halfway House with my friends Isis and Erma. I can eat any kind of food and any treat that anyone wants to give me! I LOVE my treats! 🙂

In my old life, when I was not forced to fight, I was chained outside or crammed in an underground cage with no sunlight or human attention. Now I have a soft bed in my nice big room, I get to lounge on a couch and play with toys! No more rough life for me!

I often get mini vacations at a volunteer’s house, like when I spent Thanksgiving with the Hello Bully Adoptions Coordinator, Ashley. She said I was the perfect house guest! (Of course I took over the couch!)

Oh and I LOVE meeting people! People say I’m sweet and friendly with everyone I meet, including strangers and volunteers who give me training, exercise and play time.

Did I say I LOVE EVERYONE?! My “favorite” is anyone who is currently petting me and giving me love. My tail is constantly wagging and I’m a total wiggle butt when I’m with my human friends at Hello Bully. Everybody loves me too and they give me many nicknames: Sammykins, Sammypoo, Sammy Boobookins, Samz, Cutiebutt, Sammylicious, The Samster… 🙂

I am now an official Hello Bully Adopt-A-Bull. That means I can have a family of my very own! Here’s some facts about me you’d want to know:

• I’m adorable, sweet, loving and gentle
• I need an adopter who realizes that I’ve never lived in a home before
• I’m about 8 years old
• I’m medium sized and weigh about 45 pounds
• I’m neutered, vaccinated and in great health!
• I’m good around other dogs when I’m walked or attending training classes
• I should be an “only pet” — with my history and high prey drive, I need to go to a home with no other pets, as well as not bringing in any other pets for the duration of my life
• I will need a lot of positive reinforcement training, patience, and love. In return for that, I will give you endless love because I know nothing but unconditional love and happiness!

I’m looking for someone who is educated on pit bulls, realizes my past and is willing to give me this second chance at life! I’m just another living proof that although fighting dogs like me spent most of our lives outside, tied on a chain, not walked or played with, and knew only pain and suffering, with rehabilitation by experienced trainer, we can go on to be wonderful family pets.

I have also personally requested  that my forever person is someone who will continue to help me on my mission to educate the public about dog fighting.

You can watch my journey and help share my story. I’m ready to find my forever home and become part of a loving family where I can continue to show off the endless amount of love I have to give.

Everyone who knows me said I’m going to make someone very happy as I’m the true example of the forgiving, loyal, loving, spunky, sweet pit bull! If you are that person, please contact my friend Ashley at ashley@hellobully.com.

I can’t wait to meet you and fall in love!

xoxo,
Sam

p.s. To learn more about me, please visit Hello Bully on Facebook or at hellobully.org.

p.p.s. I’m really against dogfighting. If you know of dogfighting, please call the HSUS tipline and let them know. They helped me and they can help other dogs too. Just call 877-TIP-HSUS. Thank you!

Editor’s Note: On April 19, 2013, Sam found his forever home!! He’s adopted by a family who are regular volunteers for Hello Bully and advocates for the breed. They are the best forever family a dog could ask for! Besides working weekly at the Halfway House with Sam, they have also fostered Sam on the weekends so they are aware of his special needs, have the space and ability to keep Sam and their other dogs separate while in the home or off leash.

Sam has a brother Andrue, 9, and a sister Allyson, 15 (those are the human siblings) and he also has 4 year old White Boxer sister named Katie, a 2 year old Bernese Mountain Dog sister named Clementine and two Guinea pigs, Arnold Ziffel and Quincy Luke Skywalker. In addition to many naps throughout the day, Sam will make sure they do a lot of cuddling on his very own couch in his very own room. 🙂

Congratulations, Sam!!

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On June 8, 2015, Sam left this earth. His forever mom wrote a few days prior that despite trying hard to stay positive and post only the positive in Sam’s life for months, the time had come to be completely honest with herself, Sam, and all of his devoted followers. “He is having trouble. He cannot stand or walk (and actually hasn’t been able to for months). It has never been an issue as we were/are more than willing to carry him wherever he needed to go no matter what. He can no longer control his bodily functions and although this is all part of getting old, Sam no longer seems happy or comfortable. He is on medication to help with pain, but the light in his eyes is gone. We are beginning hospice care and know the time is near. There aren’t words to describe the immeasurable love and joy that Sam has brought to our lives. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers.”

Sam thanked to everyone for taking a chance on him. “When I finally cross the Rainbow Bridge I’ll know that I was surrounded with Love. There’s no greater gift than that, no what matter what point in Life you experience it. My Mom will keep you all posted. I am Bulletproof Sam and I am a Lover.”

Cracker, Fresno, CA

Hi! My name is Cracker. My life started in Pinedale, CA, on October 18th, 2009.

My mother’s name was Star and my father was a 3-legged fighting dog named Brutus. I was born under the house that Sunday. The people there got us all out and we were moved somewhere warm and cozy. When I was about 12 days old, I was taken by the bad man who said I was sick and was going to die. Well, I did not die.

I was then brought to this tiny little apartment where the bad man lived with my father, Brutus and 2 other pit bulls, a male named Doobie and a female pup named Nikki. It was cold and rainy the night I met my soon-to-be-Dad.

We were all sleeping in a dog house too small for all of us. Only 2 could stay in the apartment so that left me and Doobie to stay with some neighbors. Well, the lady I stayed at did not like the puddles I left on her rug (she called me a pee pot). I was young and did not know that you needed to do that kind of thing outside (and I guess 6 puddles in 20 minutes is a lot. 🙂 I was excited!) Oh, these people are nice! They fed me all the time and played with me even if I wet the bed.

I was almost 4 months old when the bad man asked if I could stay there because the new puppy Bully was sick and he didn’t want me to get sick again. So my Daddy said yes. It was the moment we were all waiting for. We went to the PARK (what a great place!) and after that day, it was a wrap — Daddy had to have me! I was suppose to be his dog.

Mommy said, “Why her? She pees too much!” Daddy just said, “I love her. I want her.” So Mommy said, “Lets go get your dog then.” The bad man had offered me to Mommy before and she had passed because Mommy liked boy dogs.

This time, the bad man said no and took me away! I didn’t see Daddy for a week, then he came over to the small apartment to see me. The bad man saw us playing and how much Daddy loved me. He said, “Take her before I change my mind.” And Daddy did.

That day I got my first name tag (Mommy said it makes you official and respectable). Mommy told Daddy one reason she changed her mind about me was that she had heard the bad man talk about fighting me, that I was going to be a champ like my father. This kinda stuff makes Mommy real mad and she calls those kind of people really bad names.

I am Daddy’s first pit bull ever so Mommy — having some knowledge of our kind — gave Daddy some advice on how to train me. I am a high energy dog and this can get some dogs in trouble but not me. I found out that my Daddy could fly! He ran faster than me but we would spend hours working on manners so Mommy would like me more. After all I still left puddles. 🙁

I learned that the car was a great thing (it takes you to the PARK!! I grew up channeling all my energy to agility and tricks. Did I mention I’m high energy Mommy says I have ADD just like Daddy? That’s why we where meant for each other. 🙂

My manners got better and soon there were no more puddles! This made Mommy happy. Then Doobie came to live with us. He was all beat up (I was sad because I love him). Sadly my mother Star was shot by the police for defending her babies in her own yard. My father Brutus, the three-legged former fighting dog was dumped at the river and left to fend for himself. Doobie and I was lucky we got out when we did!

My family was faced with homelessness, but Mommy said not to worry, that we’ll get through this. We went camping (what a great place! All the squirrels you can chase!). And the river! This is where I have the most fun!!

Mommy found that apples work better than tennis balls for me cause no matter how much I bite it, the apples still float. I found that I can climb trees just like Daddy can. Then I went into heat and Mommy and Daddy tried to keep Doobie and Tazz from fighting over me. I would leave camp and Doobie would make the strangest sounds!! People said he was sick with it (whatever that means). One day, Mommy and Daddy went to the store leaving me in camp with the girls and when they turned their backs…well the rest is puppies! Seven of them!!

Mommy calls them Oops puppies, as they never planned on me having a litter so soon. I wasn’t even 1 yet!

The night I had my puppies, I was sleeping with the twin girls and Lexi woke up to a little puppy right next to her. She ran down the hall of the house we were staying at to tell Daddy and Mommy that I was having puppies. The whole family was in the room helping me with all of these little white babies. First was a little girl with an eye patch, then a little boy with an eye patch, another puppy solid white, then 2 more solid white males, a little male with a brindle spot in the shape of a peanut on his tail, then a little girl solid white just like me.

Mommy and Daddy had to go get the keys to our new house that day so they were very tired after being up since 3 am. I was a great mommy dog, loving and caring, I didn’t let Doobie see the babies at first but he was a proud daddy dog who loved to watch them play.

One by one the puppies began to find their new homes only one was staying the little boy with the eye patch, he was to become one of the twins’ dogs although she did not know it at the time. Mommy and Daddy had me fixed so I never had to go through heat again. (Panties on a pit bull isn’t the business Mommy says.) Doobie got fixed too.

I am 2 years old now and I’ve been a challenge to say the least. I’ve torn up the bathroom, eaten the baseboards, more shoes than Mommy can count, but in the end, my family still loves me — even though when they’re not home I get up on the kitchen table. 🙂 Don’t tell Mommy though cause now I’m her best girl.

We live with a large assortment of animals: There was Tazzy Doodles who crossed the rainbow bridge on April 23rd, 2011, Mary-Jane who was found my Mommy’s daughter Mandi wandering the streets of Clovis, CA. Doobie my man, our son Demon, Mister Kibbles the Cat (who thinks he’s a pit bull too, so don’t tell him he’s a cat), Coal the bunny, a new puppy Stormy who is blind in one eye, and the newest members, 4 baby ducklings. (Mommy says she needs her head examined. BOL!)

Mommy says she loves the unwanted. Every dog who came here was in need of saving. Just like me. And I’m so glad I found our family.

~Cracker

Parents: Shannon & Kenneth

Doobie, Fresno, CA

My name is Doobie. I am one of 2 pit bulls saved by my family. Every dog they own is a rescue — Mom loves the unwanted. 🙂

My story starts with this: I was setup to be a guard dog for a marijuana field. When I broke a plant, I was beaten almost to death with it. Then I was to be a personal attack dog, but I don’t have the heart for that (I am what my mom calls a marshmallow).

I met the new neighbors on October 17th, 2009. I had no idea that they would be my family, much less my saviors. I was maybe 5 months old that sunny morning. I was let out to go potty by the bad man with 2 other pit bulls with no supervision. That’s when I met the girls next door. They called their mom out to come see what they found on the porch. I was a big rolly polly puppy, sitting with a 3-legged dog and a smaller pup. She told the girls not to let us in the house — she didn’t know if her little dog Tazz or their new dog Mary-Jane would be safe around them. She had raised pit bulls in the past and knows what they can be.

She then met the bad man and she always said she was only nice to him for our sakes. We started staying the night over there when it was raining or really cold outside as they had a big house and I lived in a tiny 1-bedroom apartment. When I was six months old, I learned that I could break into the backyard and hide from the bad man (the next door family would hide me all day. 🙂 I loved being over there).

Then I was attacked by the 3-legged dog that I lived with! I was almost killed. The bad man then told everyone that I was in the mountains healing. That’s when he decided he would be injecting me with human steroids to make me big and mean.

I came back to the apartment about a month later. I was BIG but not mean. I spent my days following Mandi around (that’s the oldest daughter to my now-Mom). I was attacked again and came to heal with Mandi. She was asked to train me to be a family dog that could go anywhere so she did. And I learned fast.

When the bad man tried to get me to attack, I would not. So he beat me, slamming my head into the curb in front of Mandi!!

She ran into the house crying, and out came Mom like a rocket and told him that he should be ashamed of himself treating a dog like that. She went on to tell him that he was the reason that pit bulls get a bad name. She asked him how he could see a dog like me and try to make me something I’m not, and if this was how he was going to be then he need not ask for any help with his dogs anymore! She bent down and told me, “Sorry, pal…”

An hour later, I was given to Mandi! 🙂

I thought all my problems were over, but they weren’t. I got into a fight with the little dog that lived there. Tazz was mom’s baby and their first dog, so he bit me and I got tired of it and bit him back one day. Boy oh boy, did I get in trouble!! I was put in time out (which meant being put in the bathroom all alone for a while).

The bad man heard about the fight and took me away saying it was for Tazz’s best interest. I bounced between the two houses and I was attacked again by that 3-legged fighting dog. This time, my family came  to save me with some of the neighbors (9 in all!). My now-Dad freed me from the other dog and told me to run home and I did right into their house.

This is when Mom said, “Enough is enough. Doobie will come to live with us from now on!” And she meant every word. She sat with me cleaning up my bloody wounds. She looked me in the eyes and simply said, “Never again will this happen. I will fight for you and keep you from harm.”

Then the bad man came home and started yelling about how they stole me and he wanted his property back. That really made Mom mad!! She told him that he gave the dog to Mandi and that’s who’s going to keep him. He finally agreed that I was no longer his dog anymore but Mandi’s. This made me happy. I was not allowed to be left alone with Tazz because he would start stuff (Mom said it was little-dog syndrome). This was easily solved — she simply put Tazz in her room and closed the door. 🙂

We were going to move to a better house but that fell through so we were homeless. But my family agreed that us dogs could not be put in the pound as we would be killed, so we went camping till we could find a place (it was summer after all perfect camping weather).

Many of their friends and family told them to just get rid of us dogs and worry about themselves. Well that fell on deaf ears. After a great summer of living outside in tents, Cracker (she’s the other pit bull my family saved from the bad man because he was going to fight her as well!) went into heat and well you all know what happened.

We finally found a place to call home and moved in the day after our 7 puppies were born. Both Cracker and I were fixed soon after so no more Oops puppies!

Last year my mom’s Tazzy Doodles crossed the rainbow bridge after fighting cancer. Mandi gave me to Mom to help replace a bit of her heart. After all, Mom wanted me first (I remind her of her first pit bull Crusher). I can never put into words the way I feel about my family that have sacrificed so much for us.

Oh, before I go, let me share this bit of story. I met a person that was afraid of me: My dad’s mother. She wouldn’t get out of her truck the first time we met. Eventually, I got to go to her house where she learned that all I want is to be loved. We have been friends ever since! (I call her grandma now.)

Mom says that’s what I was put on this earth to show that you shouldn’t judge a book by it cover. My days are now filled with love and happiness with Cracker and our son Demon. We also have Mary-Jane (the lab/Sheppard mix that Mandi found running the streets in Clovis, CA), Mister Kibbles the cat (who thinks he’s a pit bull so don’t tell him he’s a cat), and Coal the bunny. Can you tell my family loves animals?

Every one of us was in need of a home and found one here. To put all the stereotypes to rest: I like cats and other dogs, even rabbits although other pit bulls still scare me. 🙂

And I have the best family in the world.

~Doobie

Parents: Shannon & Kenneth

Booker, Tucson, AZ

Hi! I’m Booker and here’s my story.

In April of 2010 the police came to my house and did a drug bust. I guess once they do that, dogs like me usually end up at this place called a shelter or animal control. They made me stay there for a few days and they kept saying I was aggressive, so they were going to put me to sleep.

This nice lady who worked there thought I was special though and she knew she could help me. So she saved me with a rescue called Adopt-a-Bull, and took me home to be a foster dog. There were a lot of dogs at her house and I think it helped me get used to being in a good place.

After about 4 months my foster parents decided it was time to find a forever home for me. One home brought me back. 🙁 I’m still not sure why; I was being a good boy.

Then I met my Mama. She came to see me, and then came back and took me to the park. I love rolling in the grass because we don’t have a lot of that here in Tucson. After the park, she took me back to my foster home but on the way there, she pulled over and told me she thought I was special too. I gave her a big kiss.

I had to have a sleepover to make sure the cats liked me and I was good. I even got to go to another park and watch a soccer game. Two days later, I went home! 🙂

Things were great! I had to go to class to learn not to pull on my leash — I went by myself because other dogs still kind of bothered me. My Mama said I learn very fast and that it was time to go to class with other dogs. I learned very fast in that one too, and the other dogs weren’t so bad either. Pretty soon I was out of classes to go to at that place. My Mama was so proud of me!

I was happy at my new home, then my Mama got sick. She has these things called seizures and was gone for a while in the hospital. I kept trying to tell her I felt funny when the seizures came too, but she didn’t listen to me. I’m not a fan of barking so I would just lick her and lick her. She would tell me to stop but I wouldn’t listen because she wasn’t listening to me. All I could do when the seizures came was stand over her until she woke up. Sometimes I would sit on her too. Mama was very weak after her seizure so I always helped her back to the couch so she wouldn’t fall again.

Finally Mama started listening to me and back to school we went. Now I am a service dog! I go with my Mama everywhere and I wear this funny vest. (I don’t mind though it reminds me that I am working to help her.) Sometimes we would ride the bus and people would be scared of me but now we have a car because I can tell Mama to pull over if she is going to have a seizure. Luckily I haven’t had to do that yet because I really like our car and I don’t want them to take it away again. They say I give my Mama independence, whatever that means.

I have another job too. I am a Pit N Proud Ambass-a-dog. I go to a bunch of things to show people that pit bulls are good dogs too. I share my story with everyone and talk about how I help my mom. I may have come from a scary situation but now I have to make sure other dogs have the chance to be happy like me. My mama and foster mama tell me I change people’s minds about dogs like me. But I love my jobs because I get to make new friends, like this is a little girl I met at the Book Festival in October. I made my Mama go see her. She has to be in a special chair and her mama says she has seizures too. I made her laugh when I kissed her hand.

My new friend learned to pet me nicely. I didn’t mind when she was patting my head hard but her Mama said not all dogs are as nice as me. 🙂 That’s why although I still like people better than dogs, I know I have a job to do. I think some people are scarier than dogs because they don’t want dogs like me around. I hope I can help more people feel differently about that.

In November, I was officially diagnosed with laryngeal paralysis. This means my larynx does not open all the way and therefore I cannot breathe correctly. I have so many new friends and they have all been so supportive. My family raised a lot of money for my care and I had my surgery on Monday November 19th. I’m now in recovery and doing better than ever. 🙂

Come follow my adventure on my Facebook page, Booker the Pit Bull Service Dog, where I will forever promote positive responsible dog ownership, prove that Pit Bulls are not monsters, and that all dogs deserve a second chance at a good life. I will also continue to support our local shelter Pima Animal Care Center as well as rescue groups to help save dogs like me!

I am Booker. I am a service dog. I am an Ambass-a-Dog. I am Strength. I am Courage. I am Loyalty. I am Love. Thanks for reading my story!

Parent: Dawn

Editor’s Note: On August 12, 2014, Booker crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. He took a turn for the worse and his brokenhearted mama made the hardest, kindest decision she could make. Booker’s mama wrote: “He was an exuberant boy with a huge tongue, tiny ears, a sparkle in his eye and a typical big ole’ blockhead. It turns out the biggest thing was actually his heart.”

Although we are not ready to say goodbye, we know Booker is now pain-free. You will truly be missed, Booker.

Moagley, Albany, NH

Hi! I’m Moagley Pibbles but you can call me Moags!

I was born Oct. 12 2009, a puppy in an unplanned litter. One by one the other puppies went away and there I was, the last one in the litter. No one seemed to want me.

I was told that the human who had my mom and dad had substance abuse issue. They gave me this thing called beer to drink. I never liked it because it often made me sick. 🙁

Then one day, when I was four months old, the human in my home brought me to her work to meet this nurse. The nurse fell in love and brought me to her home. I was very scared in this new place. I stayed on the couch curled in a ball as much as I could at first, but then I became curious. What I found when I took a risk was a loving family waiting to play with me, sleep with me and love me!

I didn’t think I was an easy thing to love — nobody wanted me, remember? And because of all the beer that was given to me, it took about a month for my stomach to settle. I would often get sick, but my family would take care of me and make me feel better. That was when I learned what it feels like to be loved!

I wish every dog could have the same — loving family to call your own — because we all deserve to be loved. I help Mom foster rescue dogs from New York. I show them that it is OK here, that they do not need to be scared and that play is fun! Treats are plenty, toys abound!

Mom often told people what she loves most about me is my willingness to accept any foster my family bring in, guiding them and acting as a doggy role model. (I can’t believe she said that. I thought what she loves most about me is my good looks! BOL!)

By the way, she just told me that this new guy is a foster failure but that’s OK with me. That means he gets to stay and I won’t be the only boy anymore.

I have three sisters and one foster sister!  (One of them you may know because she has a Facebook page: From Liz To Loved.) Now, when they say girls rule and boys drool…well, I won’t be drooling alone. 🙂

XOXO,
Moagley

Parent: Cecelia

Zoey, Littleton, CO

“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.”
~Morrie Schwartz

Hi I’m Zoey, and I’m the spokesdog for Love Adds Up For a Cure.

My life began on October 19, 2010 in a place called Wyoming. My story isn’t sad like so many that you read about, and I can’t share very much about my very early days other than that fact that my living arrangements were less than ideal.

When I was about ten weeks old though, everything changed for the better when my brothers & sisters, and I were rescued by a very special animal control officer. There were eight of us, and eventually most of us made our way to Colorado, where one of my brothers and I found ourselves in the care of a very nice lady named Kelly who agreed to foster us. We were really lucky, because there had been a bunch of stuff called networking going on, and we already had people lined up to adopt us.

My handsome brother went to his new home within a couple of weeks, but for some reason, even though there were lots of people that wanted me, I remained with Kelly and her family. One day I overheard her tell someone that she was a failure. No wait, she said that she was a foster failure. Yeah, that’s it, a foster failure!

I also heard her say that I was an angel sent to help her heal. I have to back up just a bit because my story wouldn’t be what it is without sharing the life of a very special American Bulldog named Cain.

Kelly, who I now call my mom, had a best friend who she called her four legged soul mate. His name was Cain, and he meant the world to her. They went everywhere together, and they loved each other more than anything. They had an incredible life together, and it seemed there was nothing that could tear them apart until a day in November when a disease called cancer took him away from her. I’ve heard her say that it was as if the oxygen had been sucked from the air. 🙁

Her heart was shattered, and she was still in a very sad place a year later when I came along. I really didn’t understand everything that was going on so I just played a lot with my new brother Pirate, and my new sisters Bear and Sadie. But most importantly, I slept next to my mom every single night, sharing my love and helping her heal.

She has a business called Wishcuit (rhymes with biscuit!) that raises money for dog rescues and dogs in need, and as the story goes, Cain inspired her to draw a little picture, which portrays a very simple message of the loving bond that dogs share with their human companions. After Cain passed away, she put the drawing on stickers and magnets and called it Love Adds Up, and she started selling them to raise money for rescues, neglected and abused dogs, and canine cancer research & treatment.

Then things changed again in 2011 when Sadie got cancer too. Sadie was the most beautiful Yellow Lab, and I loved her very much. My mom tried to save Sadie, but she passed away, and my mom got very sad again. That’s when she stepped up her mission to help find a cure for canine cancer, and she started a fundraising campaign called Love Adds Up for a Cure – One Million Dogs, which brings the story back to me!

My mom says there was something special about me from the very beginning and I think that it had a whole lot to do with my stellar personality. I was a free spirit, which continues to this day.

I love to explore, and make new friends, whether they’re human or canine, and I’ve heard my mom say on more than one occasion, that I am a social butterfly (even though I don’t know how to fly. She’s kind of silly sometimes!). Anyways, my mom participates in lots of pet events each year, and I started working with her in the summer of 2011. It was a last minute decision and a pretty little tutu that set the course for the future and my ambassadog role as the Love Adds Up spokesdog.

My job is so super simple that you won’t believe it. Without even trying, I get to use these awesome magnetic powers that I have, to draw people to us. Once they stop to talk with us…”BAM!”, I’ve got them hooked! 🙂

We’ve met some really incredible people, and I’m told that not only am I awesome at raising awareness about canine cancer, I’m also a positive role model for pit bulls. Just by being myself! It’s the craziest thing, and the easiest job in the whole world because I love everybody, and everybody loves me!

My mom makes all of my fa*bull*ous tutus and being a dog of super high intelligence, I’ve figured out that any time she packs a tutu for an event it’s my cue that I’ll be tagging along with her. I can hardly contain myself…my whole body wiggles, and my magnetic personality kicks into high gear!

For as many places as we go though, there are occasional times that I’m not allowed to go with my mom because some cities don’t like the type of dog that I am, and they have banned dogs like me from visiting. They have determined that a dog should be banned, or killed, simply because of the way that that they look, and unfortunately I have to stay behind on those days, no matter how much I beg. I just know that they would love me if they would only give me a chance, so in the meantime, my mom says together we’ll continue to spread positive awareness and advocate for the rights of all dogs, and the people they share their lives with. She says that we will try to get laws changed so that no dog will be judged, or killed, simply because of the way that they look, and we’ll spread our message positively with everyone we meet. And I believe her!

So there you have it. I love to be with my mom, and she loves to be with me! We’ve become inseparable and on the days that I’m not working with her, I like to spend my free time hiking, chewing on bones, (and occasionally shoes), destructing my toys, jumping on the bed and playing with my adopted canine siblings Bear and Pirate.

Bear’s a beautiful American Bulldog and she’s been with my mom since she was a puppy. She’s also deaf, since the day that she was born, but my mom talks to her just like she does with me. Bear also knows how to communicate by sign language, and because of her, I’m learning sign language too!

Pirate was adopted, just like me, and came from Salt Lake County Animal Services in Utah through my friends, the SLCo Pit Crew, which is an awesome group that works extra hard to save pit bulls. Mom says that one of these days Pirate will be able to accompany us when we go to events, but first he needs to learn how to focus on her better when they go out in public. He is super great at agility, and he’s ultra smart, and knows a bunch of tricks too. My mom hides things around the house and tells him to go look for them, and he finds them every time! Plus, he’s super handsome!! OK! Focus, shmocus…whatever! Back to my story! 🙂

I have a Facebook page called Zoey Says Stick It To Canine Cancer where I share articles about canine cancer, stories with my friends, updates about all of the places that my mom and I visit to raise money for canine cancer with the Love Adds Up stickers, and our experiences on our way to reaching our goal of one million stickers.

So that’s my story so far, but of course things will change. I’m still a youngster, and the world stands before me inviting me to make my mark on it! I’m working very hard to help find a cure for canine cancer and on being the best ambassadog that I can be.

My mom says all of our lives have great purpose and every day I continue to remind her that life is for living and love carries on.

Love, Zoey ❤

Parent: Kelly

Tiger, Douglassville, PA

Hi! My name is Tiger but my Mommy calls me Tiggy!

I have a great life now but not long ago, I was one of those faces on NYC ACC’s Urgent List. 🙁 I was surrendered to the Brooklyn shelter on Friday, May 11, 2012, because my elderly human had to move to a place that doesn’t allow pets. I kept looking at her, not wanting her to leave me at this place…

It didn’t help that they said I was 12 years old so I got on the “list” the next day! I don’t know what the list is about but I don’t like the sound of it.

Luckily, one woman happened to be surfing Facebook late on a Saturday night and saw a post on Midnight and Pippy — who she transported and didn’t know were from NY ACC. As she was chatting with Lynn from Urgent Part 2 – Urgent Death Row Dogs and scanning her page, she saw ME!! She said I reminded her of his “brother” growing up, Tiger the Boxer. She looked at my picture and she heard MOMMY!

So she start asking Lynn about me and the next thing she knows, she was up doing applications until 2am. Harriet from Urgent put a hold on me for her, but I was on the list so needless to say she stayed up all night hoping I was alive, worrying herself into a bad migraine.

She finally got the word after 10am that I was alive and was told “Get in your car and go!” So she began her 4+ hour drive to Brooklyn in Mother’s Day traffic with a pounding head to the city ALONE (she is NOT a city person) to get HER TIGGY!

She finally arrived at the shelter (after getting lost first, of course!), walked in and told them she’s here to adopt me…and then she waited. There were A LOT of people that day adopting, so she didn’t mind waiting, seeing one pittie after the next doing meet-and-greets, getting applications and finding homes!

Then FINALLY they opened the door and this is how Mommy likes to tell the story: “Here came a beautiful boy bounding RIGHT TOWARDS ME — like HE KNEW! I squatted down and he greeted me with a kiss that knocked my on my BUTT!!!” LOL!!

So I hopped in the back of Mommy ‘s Ford Escape. A few min later, I was in the back seat, and then I was up kissing her while she sat in traffic! 🙂 I was SOOOO happy!! My Mom said she saw the love in my eyes and that was it!

I never lived with other dogs and Mommy had three, so she started thinking, “Oh no! What if this doesn’t work?” HA! I took it like a CHAMP! Laid back and mellow, I was like, “Hey, I’m Tiggs, I don’t play.” LOL!

Mommy thought I was a low energy 12-year-old when she got me — I had the kennel cough so we went to a new vet 5 minutes from my house that has 24-hour emergency care. They got me on meds and when we had to go for a follow up, I nearly dragged her out the house! We went in to wait and I jumped up on the bench and sat on it right next Mommy! Everyone was laughing, asking about where I came from and Mommy happily told them my story.

Before we left, a lovely woman that works there told Mommy she probably saw me before because she is ALWAYS on the Urgent Part 2 page and that she was so happy Mommy took in a senior. She had tears in her eyes and Mommy knew she’s found the right vet for all her dogs.

Since I was now healthy, Mommy scheduled my dental. Yes, I needed extensive work. (OMG, Mommy said.) I had one missing tooth with exposed nerve, and they had to cauterize all the gums because they had grown up over my teeth!

She made that appointment and I went while Mommy was being a nervous mommy waiting all day to hear. She showed up and they say, “OH, TIGER?” She said, “Yeah, why?” “Oh, he was CRYING LIKE A BABY as soon as he woke up!” The vet told my Mom there is no way I am 12, maybe 9 at the most! 😉 Well, after just having MAJOR surgery, out comes a bouncy me! LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED! LOL!

Mommy and I are bonded! I MUST sleep next to her in bed and MUST be touching her in some way. I’ve learned I need to share Mommy with my bro and sisters. I don’t really play with them — they run around all excited together to greet Mommy, but I prefer to just play with the tennis ball with Mommy.

Mommy says I’m very polite; I bring the ball back and drop it, and when I don’t that means I’m done! When Mommy comes home, I like to grab a bone or my stuffed fish and run around wiggling!

I now have a 13-year-old Lab sister, a 12-year-old Foxhound brother and a 2-year-old CRAZY COONHOUND sister, Star!

Mommy recently went to volunteer in SC at the shelter Star came from and I stayed with her friends. Of course they FELL IN LOVE with me! And they were so sad when I left now Mommy keep sharing dogs at NYC ACC who look like me with them!

Mommy loves telling people “I LOVE BOUNCY TIGGY!!” 🙂 I love you too, Mommy!

Thanks for reading my story!
Tiggy

Parent: JoLynn

Skyler, Winston-Salem, NC

HI, my name is Skyler and I am an American Pit Bull Terrier. My life so far has been quite the journey but before I get ahead of myself, let me take you back to the beginning…

My story began on February 2007. It was a Sunday and I was in a car with a man and my two other siblings. I wasn’t quite sure where we were going but the next thing I knew, we were being thrown out of the car!

From what I could tell, we were at some kind of construction site. My one sister and I began to run from the scary man. I heard a lady calling us to come over to her.

Once the bad man realized he had been seen throwing us out he freaked out. He started scrambling trying to grab us and put us back in the car. My one sister and I were just too fast for him and we ran straight to the lady. She picked us up and placed us in her car and said this was no place for puppies to be. (Sadly my third sibling wasn’t fast enough and the man snatched him up and put him back in the car and took off. :-()

The nice lady started calling around to vets in the area since I looked like I needed some medical attention — I couldn’t open one of my eyes. She finally called a place that said they would take care of us and hold us until we found foster homes.

Once we got to the vet the nice lady handed us over. She said she hoped she had done the right thing and wished us great lives and waved goodbye.

Once the vet looked over us, he determined that I had something called entropian and would need several surgeries to fix my eye since I was so young; he guessed about 10 weeks. I didn’t know it yet but my Mommy worked at the vet and fell in love with me within moments of seeing me. She was determined she would take me home and get me the surgeries I needed. One of Mommy’s best friends who also worked at the vet took my sister and named her Sassy.

So my life began…

Mommy took me home that night and introduced me to her other 2 pit bulls — Starr and Paris — to make sure they approved of me too. I passed with flying colors and was part of the family in no time. 🙂

Shortly after I came home, Mommy fixed me up and got my first eye surgery done so I could see. Within weeks Mommy was able to teach me several basic commands and realized I was one smart puppy! She enrolled me in puppy kindergarten and once done with that, I moved all the way to advanced training by the time I was still only 6 months old.

At 10 months old Mommy and I took the CGC test and passed with flying colors! I was the most docile, loving, obedient puppy Mommy had ever met. She knew I was destined to be a therapy dog, and so the training began.

A few days after my first birthday Mommy and I took our therapy dog test and began our observations. Within 4 weeks I was an official therapy dog and R.E.A.D. dog. Mommy and I visited hospitals, mental health facilities, and elementary schools every week.

When I was about 1½, Mommy started getting worried about my sleeping 90% of the day. She also noticed sometimes it was getting harder and harder to wake me. I started having lots of bizarre and very scary symptoms that were definitely not normal. So to the vet I went for a series of tests. Eventually it became apparent I was going to need to make a trip to the specialist.

Before we had a chance to get an appointment I got very sick and ended up in the E.R. It was terrifying and they told Mommy they weren’t sure if I was going to pull through.

But of course being the strong dog I am, I came through OK.

So came the diagnosis of an autoimmune disease and the regimen of pills. After a scary couple months, I pulled through fine. For now, I am doing good and feel pretty healthy most days.

I am continuing on with my therapy work and Mommy and I have developed such a close relationship now she just knows when I am getting tired and we go home to rest. I have been doing so good lately I’m even off most of my pills.

Since then I have been very busy doing positive pit bull advocacy with Pit Sisters in Jacksonville, FL, and I have been quite the world traveler. Because of my health, Mommy rarely leaves me behind and I can’t complain — I have been all the way from Oregon to Maine and back to Florida; I have even been lucky enough to go play in Central Park in NYC! I’m out doing pet therapy all over the USA and I couldn’t be happier.

A little over a year ago my sister Sassy’s Mommy moved to Colorado and due to BSL laws, she was unable to take Sassy with her. So guess what!?! My sister and I are together! Yep, I gave Mommy my best sad eyes and we have added her to the clan! 🙂

My sister and I are best friends and so much alike Mommy couldn’t bear to see us separated.

Thank you so much for reading my story. Who knows maybe one day I could meet you. I do events all over the East Coast and just might come to a town near you!

If you’d like to keep following in my journey, come on over to my Facebook at Skyler the Therapy Dog. You never know what exciting new adventures I may be up to. 🙂

Love,
Skyler

Parent: Celene

Gracie, Houston, TX

Hi, my name is Gracie. I had a rough start, but now I’ve got it made!

Animal Control received a call about a dead dog on the side of the road in August 2011. That “dead dog” was me; I was so starved and neglected that I couldn’t stand. All I could do was lay there, a pile of skin and bones.

Once they saw I was alive, I was taken to BARC, which is unfortunately a kill shelter in Houston. On the last day of my 3-day hold, my intake photo made its way to the nice people at Treat ‘Em Right Rescue. They quickly posted that photo on their Facebook page, pleading for a foster. Without a foster, I wouldn’t leave that place.

My mom ended up seeing my photo, talked to my dad, then contacted TERR to see about fostering me. Good thing, since I was scheduled to be euthanized that very day!

TERR quickly pulled me on a Friday and checked me out. I was 31 lbs, heartworm positive, and very stinky. 🙁 My skin was basically dying because of lack of food.

My mom picked me up that Sunday & I finally went to a real home! Because of my lack of food, I needed to be fed small meals 6-7 times a day. My mom would cook for me to get me to eat more. I even had two Dachshund foster sisters to keep me company! But it didn’t last long…

The leasing office where my fosters lived said they couldn’t have a third dog. With much sadness, they had to return me to TERR & I found another foster home. My mom and my new foster mom kept in touch about my progress. I learned to do zoomies at my new foster home & destroy toys there too! I couldn’t have asked for better families to take care of me.

My mom and dad knew I was a keeper & began looking into buying a home. They found a place where they could live where there would be no back neighbors & a big yard. They were sold!!

A few days before Thanksgiving 2011, I was adopted. It was such a happy and sad day for my foster family & my furever family. I went home and began living in my permanent place. We soon moved into our new house, where I have dominated the yard with my zoomies! 🙂

I am still heartworm positive; going through the slow kill process works for me. I won’t be crated!! I will never have to worry about food, shelter, vet care or love. I’ve changed so many minds about pitbulls. I’m not mean or scary. I love to give kisses, sleep in the big bed & beg for people food.

I now weigh 76 lbs. Mom doesn’t cook for me that much cause my vet says I actually could lose a few pounds!! 🙂

I love my 2 sisters very much and I enjoy antagonizing them with my barking & zoomies!

Come be my friend on Facebook!

XOXO,
Gracie the Pittie

Parent: Kerry

Ken, Noblesville, IN

I can’t think why mothers love them. All babies do is leak at both ends.
~ Douglas Feaver

I am speaking about human babies of course. Hi! My name is Ken and my story started when my owner surrendered me to the Humane Society for Hamilton County on March 25, 2012. She said it’s because she was expecting a baby and could no longer handle my strength. What a bummer…for me.

So here I sit and wait…

Thankfully my shelter does not give up on me — they fight for animals like me every day and they know that sometimes it takes a little longer to finds that perfect home!

I also have Shelter Mommies who made my stay at the shelter so much easier! They took me out to play and gave me lots of yummy treats! 🙂 They even made me a Facebook page so you can get to know me, check out my antics and help me find my furever home.

I’m not sure why my furever family hasn’t found met yet. Seven months at the shelter is long enough! I am ready to find my family and go HOME!

Here’s a quick rundown:

• I am a 3-year-old American Staffordshire/Pit Bull Terrier and I am very handsome if I do say so myself 🙂
• I am chestnut brown with white markings
• I’m a big boy at 64 lbs
• I’m neutered
• I have taken temperament tests several times over the months I have lived here & I keep getting better and better scores!
• I am playful; I take treats gently and I don’t guard my food bowl
• I know the commands “down”, “come” & “sit”

Now, in the interest of full disclosure, I can be a handful! I have LOTS of energy and can go full tilt boogie in the play yard! Tug of War is a real favorite of mine. I will release toys if I HAVE to but I’d rather tug them. For this reason I will be happiest in an active family with kids 13 and older who can give me plenty of exercise and playtime.

Because of my sociable and friendly nature, I have made some good friends here. Just this past weekend I went to an outdoor event and was giving kisses to everyone I met! My handler said I was very well behaved. As a bonus, I get along nicely with calm, non-dominant female dogs. Hint, hint!

I wonder if my Holiday dream will come true? Will I get to open my Christmas present with my forever family? I want to cuddle on a comfy couch my big head rested on the lap of my forever person.

If you’d like to meet me, please contact Humane Society for Hamilton County at (317) 773-4974 or email hshc@hamiltonhumane.com.

I’m here and I am ready to give kisses! If you in the area, come on in my shelter and see me for a good time! BOL!

XOXO
Ken

p.s. You must be 21 to adopt me and it wouldn’t hurt to be familiar with strong athletic dogs! Thank you, HSHC, for being my voice and for everything you do to save lives day in and day out! I wuvs you!

Editor’s Note: KEN’S ADOPTED!! We’re happy to report that Ken found his forever family early December! He had a great  meet-and-greet, he loved their dogs (both rescues) and they’ve sett up his lesson with Paws and Play to make sure they’re ready to set Ken up for success. After 9 long months, Ken is finally home. Merry Christmas, Ken!

Torrey Blue, San Diego, CA

Hi! I’m Torrey Blue and I’m a senior Rottie/Pit, with maybe a little Bulmastiff mix. I’m about 11 years old now, and I was found by Animal Services when I was about 4 years old, malnourished and pregnant, wandering the streets of a bad neighborhood in San Diego.

I wasn’t very pretty back then. I was full of ticks and fleas, with worn down teeth, patches of fur missing from my rump and tail and really sore hips. Still, as bad as I felt, my tail wagged for anyone who came near me, so the shelter tried to adopt me out.

When I was spayed by the shelter people, I lost my babies and became post-natally depressed; I stopped wanting to go out for walks and was no longer interested in anything. I just sat in my kennel, low to the ground and looking scary to the people who came in looking for a pet.

I wouldn’t walk for the shelter volunteers, I would just get dragged out to the halls and then I’d lie down and refuse to move. Weighing in at 73 lbs. despite being malnourished, I was not easily maneuvered and often I was left in the hallway where I dropped in pain and fear and yes, ok, a bit of stubbornness, until the volunteers could find a staff member to pick me back up and take me back to my kennel.

The staff didn’t care for that and my behaviors earned me a sign on my kennel that warned “DO NOT WALK!” Because of this sign, everybody thought I was a vicious dog and they stopped visiting me altogether. 🙁

I got even more sad and lonely, and every day the people would walk by my kennel quickly, trying to avoid the scary monster dog at the end of the kennel ward who would just stare at them from her frightened, depressed position in the corner of the cement box.

Then F.M. came. (F.M. is code for “Future Mom.” But she didn’t know this at the time.)

I had her picked out and adopted for my mom by the first Kong she brought me, stuffed with frozen yums. F.M. had been a volunteer with the shelter for over a year or so, and she had a tendency to like to work and play with the big scary “monster” dogs.

She ignored the “DO NOT WALK!” sign on my kennel, and came right in to sit with me until I finished expertly licking out the surprise kibble treats from the Kong. She spoke to me softly and told me how I was going to find a beautiful home and a wonderful family to take care of me, and she was going to help. I giggled secretly, because I had already found her! Little did she know, but she did mean well! ♥

She visited me often, and took me out for walks by learning how to overcome my “palump-pumps,” as she called them when I tried to throw myself down to the ground and stop all movement. The staff was surprised and happy to see me prancing on by them in the halls, sassy as can be.

Two months passed, though, and still no one stopped by my kennel to say “hi” to me or ask about taking me home. I didn’t care, I had F.M. and she had what seemed like an endless supply of love and frozen stuffed Kongs for me.

One day when F.M. tried to slip out of my kennel before I finished my Kong, I stopped paying attention to the Kong and looked up at her as she was sneaking out. She turned back to look at me, and I gave her my best “but where are you going?” sad, mournful eyes, and I just stared at her as she backed out of the kennel, and then the ward.

Uh-oh, I thought. Uh-oh.

Happily, it turned out that F.M. had to leave town for work, but she had already decided in no uncertain terms that we had to be together. So she’d asked the shelter to hold me in a special “backstage” kennel until she could come back and get me. She was going to be my mom! I was going home! HOME! I had a home!! I was LOVED!

The former F.M. — now “MY MOM!” — named me Torrey. I was named after a beautiful, peaceful artist’s town in the red rocks of southern Utah where mom used to spend time, because I am red, and because I am peaceful. “Blue” is my middle name, because it’s not “red.” 🙂

After much time healing and working together, my Mom realized what a real people dog I am, and she knew I needed a “job” working with people. We took the AKC Canine Good Citizen test and I passed, first try with no training except Mom’s coaxing. We then applied to work with the San Diego Humane Society as a Pet Therapy team, which we did for several years until my Mom said my health needs had to come first.

I had been diagnosed with spinal spondylosis of the entire spine. Mom was afraid that the rigors of having to maneuver my body in various positions in the process of visiting with hospital patients and senior home residents might cause me more pain than I had to be already in with the condition. So we retired, much to my sadness.

I miss seeing the faces of the children and the seniors we visited, and sometimes people who were afraid of dogs, especially a big scary-looking one like me, when they would look into my big, soulful eyes, and melt into my hugs! I think we changed a lot of minds and hearts about what dogs like me are really like.

Today, I live by the ocean with my beloved Mom, my three cats and my cousin/sister, Mila, who just came to live with us recently. I love to walk down by the water and visit with the tourists and the locals who know me by name. Whenever I hear,”Toooooooorrrrreeeeeeeey!” I scramble to greet the caller and deliver sloppy kisses immediately.

I’ve slowed down a bit lately, and my health stays about the same, but my Mom says that she knows every moment that she has with me is one more than she thought she was going to have with me seven years ago, when she came back for me in the shelter. It was thought by the shelter that I was not long for this world, given my conditions and size, so every moment is a gift.

No one knows exactly what the first 4 years of my life held for me, although judging from my condition and the manner in which the shelter found me, they were far from ideal. But like most other bully breeds, we always have a smile on our face and an optimistic view of the world and of people, despite what we’ve been through.

I have tried to be a good ambassador for the bully breeds everywhere I go. I worked hard to get people to look beyond the outward appearance and see into our hearts. And although I’ve retired from the Therapy world, I still walk the walk in my personal life. Everyone I meet gets a sloppy kiss and a big bully hug. I just love you!

Thanks for listening to my story.

Love,
Torrey Blue

Parent: Dyan

Foya, Raleigh, NC

Hi! My name is Foya and I am a 3-year-old American Staffordshire Terrier. The beginning of my life was not a lucky one. I’ll spare you the details and just start in January 2011.

I had been abandoned in an empty garage in Queens, NY, with severe mange and was malnourished. After a call to the NYC Animal Care & Control (ACC), I was tranquilized, removed and taken to the shelter.

For the first few days, they kept me sedated for their safety as well as mine. I wasn’t in the best of spirits. After I figured out they weren’t going to hurt me, I began to let them get close and was friendly enough with the staff. They were feeding me so I was pretty happy.

At this point, things got fuzzy for me because I don’t understand exactly what happened, but my mom tells me that I was placed on something called the euthanasia list. When that happened, a very nice woman named Melissa saw me and convinced the founder of Posh Pets Rescue, Linda, to save me.

They lined up a foster, got me out of the shelter and to the vets for my skin. Things were looking up for me…then, the foster backed out of the agreement. 🙁

So, after I got out of the vets I went to stay at a boarding facility while I waited for another foster to step up.

I waited.
I waited some more.
I kept waiting.
A year passed. I kept waiting…

Linda and Melissa were doing everything they could to find me a foster but every time they’d get close, the person would change their mind. I was still taking medicine for my mange but the stress was making it not work so well.

I was also getting crankier the longer I was in boarding. I developed a dislike for men and was picky about the other dogs I could tolerate. Things were not looking good for me. Then it happened. After 14 long months of waiting, in April of 2012, I got a visitor!

A lady named Bonnie brought Diamond, one of my former kennel mates, and her two dogs up to meet me. She had seen a plea on the Posh Pets Rescue Facebook page for someone to foster me. She was Diamond’s foster mom and couldn’t take on another full-time foster, but she could come get me on the weekends and take me to the lake for lots of walks — giving me a break from the kennel life for a few days out of the week.

The meeting went well and it was agreed that Linda would bring me down to her the next morning. When I got there, the first order of business was to get my rabies vaccine updated. So, off to the vet we went. They also gave her some other things to help with my skin. When we got home I ate the best meal I’d had in forever!! 🙂

After my bath and some TLC, that night, for the first time in a very long time, I slept soundly on a soft, fluffy, clean dog bed in glorious peace and quiet.

The next day was Sunday, the day I was scheduled to return to the kennel. Realizing that I hadn’t gotten any fun time in and also that the kennel staff wouldn’t be able to keep up with the bath schedule the vet had recommended, Bonnie called Linda and asked if I could stay for 2 weeks until the next Posh Pets adoption event where she hoped to find a full-time foster for me. Linda was thrilled and so that day instead of going back to the kennels, we went to the lake for some play time!

During those 2 weeks, my temporary foster mom took such good care of me and learned a lot about me. She spoiled me with treats just for learning simple commands and kept raving about how smart I was.

Time flew by so quickly. I heard Bonnie on the phone one night with Linda talking about the event. Something about it wasn’t a good idea for me to go because of my behavior around other dogs and men. Would I have to go back to the kennel since my 2 weeks was up and I couldn’t go to the event and Diamond was already her full time foster?!

Fate’s answer was “No.”

The second weekend I was there, Bonnie had taken Diamond to an event in Hoboken, NJ. While she was there a very nice couple met Diamond and took an interest in her. They ended up liking her so much they submitted an application to adopt her. Two days before my stay with Bonnie was up, Diamond got adopted!! Bonnie immediately informed Linda that I could stay and become her permanent foster. What a relief!!

Over the course of the next few months, my foster mom worked on my training and my physical condition. We met with a lady named Sarah from Sleepydog Training who was very nice and helpful. My skin started to improve. I gained some weight so my ribs don’t show as much anymore. I get along great with her two other dogs. And, I even do okay around men now. 🙂

My foster mom is very attentive to my behaviors and always vigilant for what she calls my ‘triggers’.  She also never gave up on trying to find my forever home…until it hit her: I already had one!

My foster mom had always made it known to Posh Pets Rescue that as long as I needed one, I had a place to stay with her. One night she kept thinking about that. She also thought about the fact that in over a year and a half, nobody had applied to foster or adopt me. She thought about what would happen to me when she moved in the fall. She wanted to make sure that my next caregiver would continue my training and be as dutiful to me as she is.

The answer was obvious. The only solution was for her to adopt me herself!

On July 1st, 2012, at Adopt NY’s launch event, I was officially adopted by Bonnie from Posh Pets Rescue and became a part of her pack. My foster dog tag was replaced with my own personalized tag and I finally have a last name! I couldn’t be happier! 🙂

My mom takes me on hiking trips and over to the lake so I can run around on the long lead for exercise. I get to go in the water and sniff stuff as much as I want. Then we moved to Raleigh, NC, where my mom found us a place with a nice fenced-in back yard so we can play even more.

Words can’t even begin to describe how great it finally feels to have a family! I hope and pray that more dogs get to know this feeling.

Lots of kisses and tail wags,
Foya

Parent: Bonnie

Buster, Aberdeen, Scotland

Hi! I’m Buster. I’m a Staffordshire Bull Terrier who was adopted on January 2nd, 2012.

My parents say I have a mystery background. Nobody knows where I came from, how old I really am (the humans are just approximating that I’m almost 2 years old now) or if I’d had any vaccinations.

My dad’s friends’ friend posted on Facebook that she was looking to re-home me. She had rescued me from another owner who couldn’t look after me. I was underweight, had ear infections, was very timid around the other dog I lived with, who obviously dominated the house.

My dad got in touch with her and my mom told me that when they saw me, they just fell in love! 🙂

My parents took me to the vet to check on my severe ear inflections and it turned out that I actually has a chip, which shows my vaccinations were done. However it looked like I came with hip dysplasia. My mom said it was not a good start for me, her “little man”.

The woman who rescued me advised my parents that I had no interest in toys, walks or anything. This turned out not to be the case. Mom says I’ve come on leaps and bounds since they got me. I was quite withdrawn with my parents in the beginning with but after a few weeks I started to cuddle with them for longer and followed them from room to room. Now the three of us are inseparable!

I love playing with plastic bottles and my turtle! My turtle’s name is Squirt and no, he’s not real! BOL!! It’s one of my favorite teddies, I carry him everywhere with me! I especially love to cuddle with him in bed.

My parents say I am amazing on walkies and I always come back. I’m just full of life and love. I even have a fan club of the local kiddies! My mom says she can’t even take me for a pee without me getting stroked to death! 🙂

You will hear my parents brag that I am truly an amazing dog. They tell people that they have never had a dog so cuddly, loveable, loyal and with such a calm temperament. Yet still, when we walk down the road, some people cross the street so as not to go near me. Funnily enough, it is always the parents who do this, not the children. Hmmm…

I just wish people could look past the prejudice against me and see me for what I am, a lovely loyal cuddly boy who wants everyone to be his friend.

My mom told me about I’m Not a Monster and I think it’s brilliant! I hope that we can spread the word and cure people’s ignorance towards specific dogs. Not just pit bull or staffies like me, but all dogs defined as “dangerous” by stupid rules like BSL.

Kind regards and licky kisses!
Buster

Parents: Hollie & Kyle

Star, Noblesville, IN

Hi! My name is Star and I am a 4-year-old white American Pit Bull mix! I was surrendered on May 14, 2011, to the Humane Society for Hamilton County in Noblesville, Indiana. Apparently, my owners didn’t have enough time for me.

When I came to the shelter, I was a mess! It was apparent that I had been used for breeding and was not spayed when I arrived. I had a very bad skin allergy due to my severe flea infestation — I scratched myself until I bled. 🙁

Thanks to one of the veterinarians that the shelter work with, the staff was able to get me on medication and get me better! (They are the best!)

I am a very special girl. My left eye is partially blue; this is often the case in dogs that are deaf. Oh yes, although you would never know by looking at the way I act, I am a deaf girl. But just because I have a hearing disability doesn’t mean I don’t live my life to the fullest!

I am sweet and social, and I absolutely LOVE to play! If I could, I would play all day! I also LOVE toys! Rope toys seem to be my favorite, but tennis balls are a close second! If I can chase it or play tug-o-war with it, I’ll play with it! If you can throw it, I’ll play with it! 🙂

I love the agility course; I am very good at doing the teeter-totter and jumping through the agility hoop in our play yard with hand signals!

Did you know that deaf dogs can learn the same tricks and skills as dogs who don’t have hearing disabilities? We just need patient owners who will use hand signals instead a voice to teach us.

I am being worked with on a daily basis by dedicated staff and dog walkers and thanks to them, I am quickly learning hand signal commands! I’ve already got “sit” down pat and am working on “lay down,” “walking like a lady on the leash,” “leave it/take it,” and “stay!” I am a VERY quick learner…just ask anyone!

And because I’m very treat-motivated, I’m a breeze to train. Did I tell you I absolutely LOVE treats?! Hard treats, soft treats, meaty treats, healthy treats…I love them all! (p.s. Even with my allergies, there are plenty of treats that I can have.)

I am still at the shelter looking for that special, forever home. I would love to be adopted by an active family, with older children, who will give me love, attention, and continue to work with me to keep me in tip-top shape, both mentally and physically!

Here’s my quick checklist:

• I am crate-trained and housebroken
• I am not a fan of cats so I need  go to a home without cats
• I’m a bit selective about other dogs and seem to do better with submissive male dogs
• I’m a little skittish with men but warms up quickly
• I LOVE car rides! I’ve been told that I’m wonderful in the car
• I don’t mind getting my nails clipped and having a bath
• I have food allergies; my skin is better now that I am on the proper dog food
• I still tend to get carried away when playing, so the shelter prefers a family with kids over 10 years old

If you have any questions about me, feel free to ask! You can also visit me on my Facebook page: Star

Thanks for reading my story!

~Star

Editor’s Note: Star was adopted in October and was enjoying life in a 25-acre farm with her forever family. Her mom Lauren trained and fell madly in love with Star since she met her in May of 2011. Unfortunately, sweet Star had became sick, and passed away due to a possible ruptured abdominal tumor at the end of Nov. She will be cremated and her ashes spread behind the barn in her favorite part of the pasture where she liked to roll, run, and play. Her family thanked all of you for your support.

Chessure & Alice, Philadelphia, PA

Hi! My name is Chessure and this is my sister, Alice! You may know us as The Daughter-Bulls.

My story begins on a cold December day about two years ago. “Pit bulls for sale!” a man shouted as he held up two puppies. “Get them now! They were born October 15!” yelled the man. This “breeder” was trying to sell me—as well as other pups—out of crates in the park.

There I was, emaciated and dehydrated lying amongst my brothers and sisters. The runt of the litter, I was freezing, filthy and scared—it didn’t look good for me. I was around one month and a half when I found our mom (yes, I found her!). This young lady passed and I just stared at her, “Hey, you will be my new mom!!” and that was the charm!

She came over and as soon as we made eye contact, I knew I needed her and she needed me. There was something missing in both of us and the day we met, that void was filled. She also knew I needed medical care right away: I was very emaciated, my skin was yellowish, I was lethargic and just very sick.

She picked me up, gave the breeder some cash (and a piece of her mind for his obvious neglect) and we were on our way. She wrapped me in her shirt and kissed me! She became my mommy!!

My mom named me Chessure Caina after the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland and my white coat (Caina means white). In my new home, I wasn’t feeling so well. I was vomiting and I had blood in my stool. Mommy took me to the vet who said I had an advanced infection of Coccidiosis.

They wanted me to stay in the hospital but my mom insisted on taking me home and treating me herself (she’s actually a veterinary nurse at a nearby shelter). The vet agreed so I went home and for the next month, she gave me IV treatments. She had to practically force-feed me, slowly bringing me back to life.

My mommy is the greatest! For as long as I can remember she has done everything for me. Daddy would take me with him to pick her up from work. We’d hang out all night and sometimes, she even falls asleep petting me (but I don’t wake her up). I love learning from Mommy and hanging out with her friends (especially the other pit bulls she fosters).

Six months into my new life, someone was banging at our door at 3.45 in the morning, waking all of us up. My parents went to the door with me right behind them. To our surprise, it was my “breeder’!!

Somehow, he tracked us down! And worse, he was dragging a scared, nervous looking white female puppy! “You want her?” he shouted. “Get her or I’ll just shove her out on the street!”

Mommy could take no more and quickly removed the rope and snatched her up. Daddy closed the door on the guy’s face. Then my parents stared at her: She was dirty, thin, had many bite marks all over and what looked like mange. She was a sad-looking little girl with a cute fawn spot on her left eye.

When I saw her, I started to wag my tail and pranced around, and she started to follow me all exited!  I was happy to have a new sister and we spent that night together cuddled on the doggy bed at the foot of mommy’s bed—her daughter bulls. (Oh I forgot to tell you: She is actually my litter mate!)

Mommy called her Alice Hybana (which means ‘Noble Spark’) and although I loved her, she sure cried a lot —sometimes through the night. The neighbors were not too happy about that because when Alice cried, she screamed like a human baby!

So one day, Daddy made Mommy take Alice to the shelter where she works. Mommy came back crying. She was heartbroken and cried all day holding me close to her chest. The next day she continued to cry and was not eating. My daddy couldn’t bear to see mommy sad and we all went back to the shelter right away to take Alice home for good!

She got spayed and came home with us that day. Mommy learned that Alice had separation anxiety and that’s why she would cry so much. So to help out, I sleep with her at night and that seems to work. 🙂

Mommy trained her like she did me and we both passed our CGC test! My parents and grandparents are so proud of us! Our trainer kept commenting on how awesome our smile was! ♥

We are all one big happy family. We’ve lived with over 7 cats on one point, 3 other dogs…and two ferrets! We looooove other animals. We are the teachers of many foster bulls that come here. Our best friend is a Daschund named Scoobie!

We also love meeting new people!! If you see us down the street, don’t be afraid, come and say hi! When we go for walks in the park and meet fun new people, sometimes they are afraid of us but mommy soon explains that there’s no need to be scared, we’ve just earned a bad reputation through no fault of our own. And that if you get to know us, we are all about peace, love and loyalty!

Our mission is to make a difference, change people’s perceptions and show the true nature of the breed. That’s why it was so exciting when Mommy told us that we’ve became part of the StubbyDog’s SuperHero Squad! We are Superbassadors, working paws in paws with StubbyDog Project and the other amazing dogs and their parents!

And Mommy? She couldn’t be prouder!! 🙂 Thank you for reading our story and follow our adventure on Facebook!

Chessure + Alice

Parent: Kiara

Liv, Boise, ID

Hi! My name is Liviana but everyone calls me Liv or Livi. I am a three-year-old blue brindle and white Pittie. My story started when I was just a wee little girl.

My mom works as Animal Coordinator at the Idaho Humane Society in Boise, Idaho. She was doing some research trying to find bad people that were cropping dogs ears from the back of a pickup (some of the dogs ending up in her shelter!) and while looking through Craig’s List, she came across a picture of me.

The ad said “Free 6 week old blind Pitbull” and mommy was instantly worried I would end up in the wrong hands. So she went and picked me up! She brought me back to the shelter to see the doctor and he said I was not blind but deaf. (Yeah, go figures!)

Oh, and I had a few other issues. The first thing everyone noticed: My head was HUGE!! I weighed only two pounds and mom said my head was one pound by itself! I was very “bobble headed” and clumsy.

Mom decided she would foster me to make sure I didn’t have any continuing neurological issues before being placed for adoption. Mom brought me to work everyday to socialize me and to work on my coordination.

I started making lots of progress. And guess what? Mom fell in love and adopted me for herself. 🙂

I still had a few “issues”, like when I ate a lot of stuff and had to have surgery to get it out of my stomach (mom called it an enterotomy). I also started to limp so we had X-rays done (seems I also have hip dysplasia and bad knees) so when I got a little older, I had surgery on one of my knees and now my hips are less painful. (Mom said it’s because I have a bionic knee.)

The best part of my life is when I get a new playmate! I grew up with two little Terriers, Bindi and Pippin. They are 7 and 9 years old now and are not very playful but we all love each other.

Mom brings home “foster” dogs all the time, almost all of them are little and under-socialized (mom said that’s our specialty). All I know is that they are here for ME!

I show them how happy I am and how I love people and to trust them. They watch me and I wait till I know they are ready then the wrestling begins. I think because I grew up with two little ones I know how to be gentle and play nice.

One of my all-time favorites was a 4lb Yorkie named Cricket. She was so silly when she would jump all over me and we’d roll around on the couch.

We had a few little dogs that came from a “hoarder” and they had a bad life. Mopsy was first, then a dog named Jayda (she loved to run full speed and have me chase her around the yard). Right now we have Posey. Mom said Posey may take longer because she is afraid of a lot of things.

Don’t tell mom but I think I will make her happy, social and ready for a new home really quick. I always do!

Sometimes I’m sad when they leave but I’m OK because I know that there will always be another dog that needs my help. 🙂

My mom tells me I’m a special girl, and that I’m not a monster!

XOXO,
Liv

Parent: Dee Dee

Ziggy, O’Fallon, MO

Hi, I’m Ziggy! I’m a three-year-old American Pit Bull Terrier with green eyes and a curly tail. I have been in foster care for my whole life, and I am looking for someone to adopt me!

I’m very intelligent, and have learned all sorts of obedience commands and various tricks. I am house-trained and crate trained. My favorite thing is dinner time, and my second favorite thing is breakfast time. I also like going for walks, playing fetch, and going on car rides.

I am deaf, so I have learned what to do by hand signs instead of words. For example, if you point at the ground, I’ll lay down. And if you hold out your hand, I’ll give it a high five. It’s all very easy, really.

In addition to earning my Canine Good Citizen Certification from the AKC (which means that I know how to act like a polite dog) and knowing several tricks and obedience commands, I’m also trained in Rally and Agility dog sports. Oh, I love to learn new things!

And I will do absolutely anything for food. She taught me a new trick — praying — in just a few short sessions by using the time I spent begging to shape that into a “prayer”. I was able to show off my praying trick by performing in front of the crowd at the 2011 Purina Pet Project event, and the same trick helped me win 1^st place in the Most Talented contest at the St. Louis Pet Expo.

My foster mom says I now drive everyone crazy by trying to pray anytime anyone is eating, in hopes that they will share their food. 🙂 But what I want most and pray for is a new home. I’ve been praying for many months now, but my person hasn’t found me yet. Here I am!!!

I’m looking for a very special home because not only am I deaf, but I am what my foster mom call “a character”. I am used to living with a lot of other dogs and with cats, and I get along with everyone pretty well most of the time. But it would probably be best if I was in a home without other pets, because my foster mom says I can be irascible. (I had to look that up in the dictionary. Turns out she was calling me grumpy!).

It’s true if another animal gets too close to my food or my toys, I am quick to defend my stuff, but that’s only normal dog behavior — no reason to consider me a grumpy dog! I am actually quite happy most of the time, and I would do fine with another dog if they made sure to respect my space.

What is my ideal home, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you:

• It’s just me and you. You and me. I prefer to be an only pet (which is the only reason my foster mom has not adopted me herself!)
• I wouldn’t mind sharing you with another adult, but I play a bit too rough for children
• I’m not high energy although I do enjoy an occasional race around the yard. We can go to the park, or go for a hike, or maybe just take a jog or a walk around the block
• I’ll help you cook dinner or pick up take-out, and I’ll be happy to clean up any leftover crumbs. (Really, I will eat absolutely any food you give him, including bananas — peel and all, bird seed, and any kind of kibble or dog treat ever made)
• If you like, I’ll fetch the ball for you a few times, or you could teach me some new tricks.

I’ll be a great companion, I promise. Are you my person? If you’d like to adopt me, or talk to my foster mom about me, just click here.

Thanks for reading my story!

~Ziggy

To find out more about Ziggy, please visit AdoptZiggy.com, email ziggy@adoptziggy.com or find him on Facebook: Ziggy the Adoptable Dog. Ziggy can be adopted out of state.

Laila Ali, Rougemont, NC

Hi! I’m Laila Ali and I am a victim of unregulated breeding in NC but my journey is a story of compassion, love and healing…

My story started when I was a 10-week-old Boxer pup weighing 3 pounds near death. My left hind leg was badly infected, I hadn’t eaten in days and I was so weak from hunger I couldn’t lift my head. Just a few more days and I would be at peace and no longer suffering.

Unbeknownst to me, my life was about to change.

The backyard breeder who owned me either had a twinge of conscience or wanted me euthanized, for she took me to Quail Corners Animal Hospital. The veterinarian persuaded my breeder to surrender me to Wake County Animal Services (WCAS) and my journey began.

Phones rang, emails flew and within hours I went from WCAS to Cindy Moore of Rescue UR Forever Friend (formerly the dog division of Paw Prints Animal Rescue).

Cindy took me to Dr. Sandy Albright of Crossroads Veterinary Hospital. Dr. Albright began emergency treatment to save my leg and my life. For five days I stayed at Sandy’s home struggling to survive; for five days Sandy fed me via tubes, bathed my infected leg and willed me to live.

As I fought the fight of a lifetime, I was given a name: Laila Ali, daughter of the greatest boxer in the world — Muhammad Ali! As he fought, so did I, with every bit of determination, skill and energy my body possessed! Under Sandy and her daughter Alex’s care, not only did I survive, I THRIVED!

Unfortunately, as I grew stronger, so did the infection in my leg. The infection had invaded my tendons, ligaments and bones. Eventually my leg had to be amputated.

Leg eliminated, infection controlled, my strength renewed, I was relocated to the foster home of Emilea Burton, NCSU vet student. Emilea loved me, tended my wound, helping me realize that there are wonderful people in the world.

Now I needed a permanent home. A home where a socially inept, tripod Boxer pup, separated too early from her doggie family, could come into her own and reach for the stars. Enter my new family, the Kreem Family.

The Kreems already had a tripod, Liam (Boxer/Pit Bull mix) and recently lost their beloved Aussie, Apache. With a little trepidation and broken hearts, the Kreems opened their hearts and home to me.

My personality and health continued to blossom with my new family. I live each and every second to the fullest!

Today, it’s time to fulfill my destiny and tell my story to help other dogs. I travel all over North Carolina to share the need for Commercial Breeder Legislation. Voters demanding puppy mill laws will assure that:

• Puppies will receive medical care when needed;
• Mother dogs will no longer be bred to death, and;
• No longer will we have dogs and puppies and cats and kittens crammed in feces encrusted crates stacked one on top of another

We must simply stop this inhumane treatment of animals!

Please help me fulfill my destiny – visit me at my Facebook page to follow my journey and help me save others. You can also share my video to help tell my story.

Kissey,
Laila Ali

p.s. Here are more ways for you to help:

• Visit  Rescue Ur Forever Friend (ncruff.org) to volunteer and advocate for rescued dogs
• Visit NC Voters for Animal Welfare (ncvaw.org) to learn more about advocating for Commercial Breeder Legislation in NC

Parent: Kim

Editor’s Note: Her breeder’s neglect when she was a pup left her with a compromised immune system. When she was 2 years old, it was discovered that her only back leg had premature degeneration of the hip socket because she overcorrected her gait. She literally was walking on a hip half out of joint because there was no bone left. The only way to keep her on her feet was a total hip replacement. She was only the 4th “tripod’ to ever attempt this procedure.

Laila died on the table several times during the 3 surgeries (the 2 planned surgeries did not work due post-op setbacks (her hip was dislocated a few times post-op; it was able to be popped back in under sedation, but it popped back out again and again). Laila ended up with Femoral Head Ostectomy (FHO), a last resort that would leave her wheelchair-bound. Laila defied the odds again by walking on muscle and determination. She is still experiencing some health issues such as epilepsy and arthritis, managed with daily regiment of medication and supplements, but nothing is stopping this little fighter.

Why do we love Miss Laila and her momma so much? Laila and her parents made it their mission to change the world for all the other breeder pups out there so they don’t have to go through what she went through. Not only they travel to spread the word about SB930 (the Commercial Dog Breeder Bill) and as community outreach for North Carolina Voters for Animal Welfare, she also spearheads many fundraisers for groups like Rescue Ur Forever Friend (her rescue), Coalition to Unchain Dogs and our “Monster” Holiday Drive. Laila has raised over $100,000 for these groups in just 3 years as well as mentoring dozens of fosters in her home. Laila is a Super “Monster” & a ROCKSTAR!!

Dexter, San Antonio, TX

Hi! I’m Dexter and my story started in January 2010 when I ended up in East Valley Shelter in Los Angeles, CA.

An email was sent out saying that time was running out for me, a 4-year-old pit bull named “Maverick” with skin condition who was very thin — you could see all of my ribs and hip bones. That’s all you can learn about me from the emails, accompanied by my sad photos.

The plea reached a man who saw the sadness in my eyes and the fear that showed in my shelter picture as I laid cowering on the cold concrete…and he could not get me out of his head. He saw my beautiful golden eyes and the look as if I had just been defeated. Yet he could see there was a glimmer of hope…and he decided he wanted — he had to — save my life!

So the man who would be my Daddy sent out the SOS email to find someone to pull me for him and to transport me down to San Diego where he lived before relocating near San Antonio, TX. Through networking this was accomplished; I was pulled and transported the following day to the hospital where my Daddy met me.

Oh and what a huge mess I was!

It turned out what the shelter thought was a skin condition was actually scars all over my body. I was missing teeth and what I have left was mostly filed down, which lead my dad to believe I had been used as bait. My eyes were almost swollen shut & I was horribly skinny & weak.

Although I had been beaten and battered, I was so happy to be saved that my dad said the first thing I did when I met him was showed him my signature small goofy smile that captured his heart as well as so many others.

I had to undergo an emergency surgery due to a botched neutering at the shelter. I also had to have surgery on my salivary gland — it was the size of a softball and was due to trauma. I had to have a few more extractions because the few teeth I had were cracked down to the root — the vet thought it was because I tried to chew whatever I was chained up to.

I had wear spots/calluses on my elbows and hind quarters from years of sitting and sleeping on concrete. My ears completely cut off so they lay flat against my head which has lead to chronic ear infections…

The vet determined I’m actually a senior — about 10 years old!! Quite a difference from what the shelter stated as being 4 years old…

I remained in the hospital for 9 days. My dad would visit me frequently and started to learn more about me. He would sit on the floor with me and I would slowly crawl into his lap — still unsure but he would reassure me it was OK to be a lap dog. (I didn’t even know such thing existed!!)

It was easy to see that I lived a life of abuse, being a bait dog and no telling what else for so many years. I cowered at everything — I would lay shaking, similar to my shelter picture if his voice was a certain tone, or if he raised his hand to reach for something. I was literally afraid of my own shadow, and that is no joke.

My dad started with the change in himself to work with me, which meant talking to me in low tones or “baby talk,” watching his movement around me (that it wasn’t quick movements that would scare me and make me cower or drop to the floor in fear). And from that point on he said my rehabilitation emerged…

Because I was so broken and defeated, he worked on my emotional needs by giving me lots of love, compassion, good food, treats, a warm bed and more love and a lot of affection and attention. Once I began to trust him, he started to work with commands — and I learned quickly and was rewarded with praises which I loves even more than treats!

My dad’s intention at first was to get me healthy, happy and find me a new home. That was when everyone thought I was 4 years old. As the days passed, I started to trust him more and my smile began to emerge. Dad said there was a light in my golden eyes that gave me a sense of hope and security.

At that point he promised me that I would never be hurt again and I will live out his life with him and the crew. I was beyond happy!!

A few months after having me, my dad said it was apparent that the physical abuse I endured had other effects on my body. Even when my lower spine was barely touched I would cry and yelp in pain. I wouldn’t jump on the couch or give him bear hugs like I did in the beginning. He took me to the vet and Xrays were ran…

The vet said they showed more signs of trauma to my back and lower spine/nerve endings, more than likely from being beat with something. I have nerve damage and also arthritis in my spine due to the trauma. I have been diagnosed with Spondylosis.

Dad started me on a few different supplements, medications and he’s happy to say it has gotten better over time. Although I will never be cured, I’m in less pain now; I can play with Smokey and will get on the couch and lay with my Daddy. I only takes supplements in my food and no longer on pain medication.

Another scare was a couple more months down the road when  I started breaking out in what looked like a lot of small type tumors all over my head, neck and ears. My dad was worried that it may be skin cancer but they turned out to be benign. So once again I had surgery and they were all removed (it turned out to be a virus after mass biopsies were done). Phew!

Today, 2 years after my rescue date, I’m ALWAYS smiling! My spirit is no longer broken. My dad says I’m very eager to please and is a big cuddly teddy bear. I love my Kong toys and run around as if it was the best gift ever! (It is!!!) I’m now like a little puppy in a big dog’s body!

I have a best friend in Smokey and I play like a puppy. In the beginning I had absolutely NO idea how to play and was deathly afraid of toys that made noises — Smokey showed me how to be a dog, how to play…and it built my confidence. Oh, and I no longer cower!

I now walk with my head and tail high — I strut my pitty self! My dad says he’s so very proud of me and the growth I’ve shown in the two years we’ve been together. I LOVE people and other dogs. I’m a goofy lug who wants nothing more than to be a part a family member and I have that with my family….

Dad has a kennel for me outside during the day when he had to go to work or do yard work. Yeah, that didn’t work! 🙂 I broke through the chain link to walk along side him while he mowed the yard. I broke through numerous crates in order to be with my other fur siblings; I just so badly wanted to be with everybody!

When I celebrated my first Christmas with my family, I received my favorite toys: Kongs, jolly balls, treats and a new orthopedic/memory foam bed!!! Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!!! My dad says I was such a happy and funny boy on Christmas morning, enjoying the festivities with all of my siblings. He says I show his gratitude on a daily basis and I continue to amaze him with my sweetness.

I share my story because I’m a perfect example that even when a dog is broken and deemed unadoptable, that isn’t always the case. Sad broken dogs like me deserve a second chance to have a wonderful life and I wanted to share this with other people to show how far I’ve come since my rescue. You can share my video too.

My dad hopes my story will be an inspiration to others and a reminder of why he and others like him do what they do — one dog, one life at a time. My dad couldn’t have help me without the help of so many people. And that networking via email, social media, etc. helps in the rescue of animals that are in need.

A special thanks to my bro Smokey The Pit Bull for helping to pave the way for me, showing me what it’s like to be a dog and taught me how to play.

So that’s my story, a once-broken dog with a new lease on life! And a GIANT SMILE!!

~ Dexter

Parent: Tyler

Brody, Mount Holly, NJ

Hi! My name is Brody. My story started a year ago when I ended up on the euthanasia list in the infamous NYC ACC shelter.

Hours went by and NO ONE came forward. It seemed New York was content to just sit back and watch me, a handsome, friendly, highly adoptable dog be pumped full of poison and tossed into a freezer…

And then my miracle came along. Her name is Margie. She offered to be my fairy dog-mother if a rescue would get him out of that hellhole. And so a rescue pulled me.

When they went to microchip me, they found out I already had one. Yes, I was already chipped but they had missed it when I first arrived at the shelter; they were just going to kill me. So ten more days I had to sit in a cage at the shelter while they attempted to contact his “family.” After 10 days, my “family” never materialized. So off to New Jersey I went!

You would think this would be the happiest part of the story, right? I mean, I made it out of hell, out of a place where 20 to 30 of  my kind are on the kill list every single day. But I didn’t find a new family. I live in a cage still…for an ENTIRE YEAR!

I am staying at the Bryan Animal Hospital in Mount Holly, NJ. For 365 nights, I’ve laid my head down and dreamed that I will wake up no longer behind bars. 365 mornings have come and yet still I wait.

Why? Why do some dogs find a home right away while others languish in boarding kennels for months or even years? Is it because people only want to be a hero and save a dog that is about to be killed? Well, I AM one of those dogs! But I am one of the lucky ones — I’m a survivor.

The wonderful staff  at the hospital love me so much but it’s time now for me to move on. They don’t want me to go completely cage crazy — there is only so much love and socialization they can give me here. I need to be back in a home with toys, treats, soft bedding and the love that only a family can provide.

One of the staff, Jessica (I call her my Aunt Jess), is working real hard to find me a home so I don’t have to sleep in a cage anymore. I even have a Facebook page: Help Brody Find His Forever Home. She said I’m a handsome boy, truly a love and have her full heart and attention.

She noticed that sitting behind bars is making me more and more depressed and that saddened her. (She wished she could afford her own place because I would have be on her couch already.)

So she did what she can, pleading with anyone and everyone to help me. She will drive me to meet you if you open your heart and house for me; she just wants me to have a real home.

Here’s my quick stat:

• I’m a 2 1/2 yr old pit mix
• UTD on vaccines, neutered and microchipped
• I went to 4 weeks of boot camp training and passed my obedience training
• I’m a very active boy and I love every person I meet
• I’m playful and friendly, good walking and playing with other dogs but don’t like to share my toys so a home without any other pet is best
• I need a patient owner who is willing to teach me the kind of manners any young dog needs to learn to grow into a well-rounded adult

I had a family once and I survived euthanasia once. I just need to find my next miracle: A real hero — one who wants to “save” me and give him a loving home, even if there is no Facebook stardom attached to it, no virtual pats on the back from strangers on the internet.

Do you have what it takes to be that kind of hero for me?

Thank you and love always,
Brody

Editor’s Note: After a trial stay with a potential family, on July 18, 2013, Brody is adopted! He now has a pittie sister, Princess, and loves going to the beach with his forever family! 🙂

 

Mr. Brown, Los Angeles, CA

Hi! My name is Mr. Brown. My foster dad gave me that name because I look like the Cleveland Browns mascot (I’ve never watched football so I wouldn’t know, but I like it! :-)).

I wandered into their driveway back in September and I did not look good at all. I had a very bad case of mange – I have many spots that had no hair, like my bald tail. And I was filthy!! All that dirt from roaming the street, not to mention all the fleas! They took one look at me and decided to open their home to me, a sad, depressed dog.

First order of business is to clean me up. I took my first bath and a large patch of hair on my back fell out. They looked me over and noticed that I was missing a canine entirely, the other three were filed flat and some teeth were broken, leaving me defenseless on the street. I had callouses on my elbows, ankles and private area, which could be caused by being caged or kenneled on a concrete floor most of my life.

What’s worse is I felt very depressed. I didn’t lift my head to look at my foster parents. I wouldn’t wag my tail when people talked to me, and because I was used to being hurt, I stood as though preparing for abuse. I didn’t understand that these humans are loving people who are trying to help me.

But I love the camera, which is another reason my foster mom believed I was used as a breeder, not a bait dog or a fighter. I also know commands like sit and up, which again shows possible training from a breeder to show a potential breeder mixer or puppy buyer.

Besides the obvious visual, mental and emotional neglect I suffered, I am a relatively healthy and strong boy. My foster parents fed me Blue Wilderness for 8  months and the healthy diet helped me feel a lot better. They can’t afford the good stuff anymore so now I eat Eukanuba – the dry one, which sometimes hurts my teeth but I still like to eat it, especially when someone feeds me from their hand!

My foster parents gave me my favorite toy, a Kong ball. They throw it and I retrieve it, but I just keep it in my mouth and play that way. They’re trying to teach me to drop the ball to keep playing, but I’m nervous the game will stop!

My foster dad has a two-year-old German Shorthair/pit mix named Mr. Wankel. He’s very energetic and I didn’t know how to interact with other dogs so we didn’t see much of each other in the beginning. I’m generally very submissive and non-aggressive, but I got defensive once when I thought Mr. Wankel was going to take my Kong ball. We had a scuffle (I got bit on the neck, Mr. Wankel on his ear and leg — no puncture wounds on him because my teeth are flat). It was a one-time incident (and I’m getting better with Mr. Wankel) but my foster parents kept us separated by a gate and no toys are allowed.

One of my favorite times was when my foster mom’s nieces and nephews (7, 8 and 12) came to visit. The 7-year-old girl and I played with my Kong ball, and I played really nicely with her – I let her take the ball from my mouth whenever she wanted. (She’s just a wee little girl and I know I need to play nice with the little humans. :-))

My foster parents have kept me since they found me because they don’t know much about how to go about finding a rescue for me to go to. They took care of me and fixed me up, even considered keeping me but with Mr. Wankel and their financial situations, it is not the best home for me (they wish it were).

They don’t have enough money for vetting, so I have not been neutered, checked for a chip, heartworms or any diseases. They are also worried that if they had me checked at a shelter, I would be kept there, and maybe even put back in my bad home. They just want me to have a good home, so here’s my stat:

• I’m a happy boy and I gain more and more natural energy and happiness (I love walks on a leash and I do zoomies when I get excited!)
• I’m a submissive boy who’d roll over for some belly rub but I’m also an observant guard dog
• I’m not too keen on cats so my foster parents would recommend a home without cats
• Oh, and I don’t like bugs at all (roaches, spiders…none of those!)

My eyes are bright and overflowing with love and I’ve been told I’m a real beauty, inside and out. I’m learning how to just be a normal dog. My coat is shiny and the hair started growing back on my calloused elbows and ankles – I even got new hair growing on my bald tail. 🙂

I’m ready for the next phase of my life, a forever home with a couch to sleep in and someone to give all my love.

XOXO
~Mr. Brown aka Brownie

Update: Sadly, Mr. Brown passed away in December 2015 to cancer. From his foster fail parents:

“Brownie had a cancer diagnosis and a few weeks into recovery from the spleen removal he developed internal bleeding in December 2015 and passed on. He spent his final years living with us, mostly on the couch and getting spoiled with alot of love by us, his foster fail parents. We loved him and cherished every moment we had together. Thank you.”

Buddy, San Clemente, CA

Hi! I’m Buddy. My story started off in rural Riverside County, California, and I was not a pretty sight.

I was sitting in a horse property, covered in bloody wounds. There was another pit bull with me. I didn’t know how I got there, nor how I would survive. I was just hoping for the pain to go away…

Suddenly a car came by and stopped. A woman stepped out and the other dog took off. I was too weak — I was bleeding a lot — so I just waited for her to do what she wanted with me. Humans had not been kind to me…

The woman was the ranch owner on her way to take her kids to school. She never ever touched a pit bull before and, of course, she’d heard all the stories so she wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t know if we were dumped and were bait dogs.

She saw that I didn’t move as she approached. She then took the chain collar around my neck and walked me to the horse stall. She didn’t have the heart to leave me. I followed her because for some reason, unlike all the other humans I met before, I knew she was going to help me. Her name is Venice and she would become my rescuer, my guardian, my angel.

She had the horse trainers at the ranch watch over me while she decided what to do. She had called animal control but when she came back to see me, she saw that I was sweet despite all my wounds.

She had no doubt I was in a lot of pain and that I really didn’t want to move. There was a lot of blood coming out of me and all animal control would do is throw me in a cold box, leave me  in pain then probably put me down.

I looked at her and she knew. She named me Buddy and called her vet instead.

She took me in and told the vet to let her know the cost before they started to do too much because she couldn’t afford very much. As you can see, I was in bad shape.

I could barely walk. I have bite marks all over me. Both my front legs was all torn up with deep wounds. The right side of my face has a lot of damage to it, swollen all the way up to my right eye. I could not open my mouth wide so I can only eat soft food. I groaned the whole time, although pain is nothing new to me (everyone could see I had older scars all over me).

The doctor started fixing me and kept me overnight. My guardian cried on her way home, asking God for help because she knew she can’t afford the cost.

When she got home, she went on Facebook looking for rescues. She found a few and posted my picture and right away she found people wanting to pitch in for the vet bill. A ChipIn was set up (she had no clue how to do any of these dog rescue thing before), people came together, networked me everywhere and pretty soon my vet bill was covered. She also created a Facebook page for me, Dog Rescue for Buddy, where everyone can follow my story and check on my progress.

Slowly but surely, I was on my way to recovery. One day at a time.

After I was well enough, I came home to my guardian’s house to get better. I love it there because I got to play in the yard. Did I tell you that  my guardian quickly remade her yard for me? Since she didn’t know how I would be with her dogs, she put up a fence and other things to secure all the dogs. She did all that for me and that’s why I love her and her whole family.

I had a few complications because my eye didn’t want to heal (it eventually did). I got better everyday and nothing beats recovering in a home where you’re loved. I loved all the kids and I was so sweet to the other dogs — even though the Doberman was not that friendly at first (she warmed up to me in the end, she just couldn’t resist my charm :-)).

I am such a love bug I changed my guardian’s view of pit bulls. She told me that I turned out to be this great, amazing, sweetest dog she has ever known.

Unfortunately, she knew she could not keep me because she felt that I was dropped off by someone close in the area and she knew I needed out of our area. So after living with her for five months, she reached out a rescue group to help find me a forever home.

Soon she got a call from a great family that lived in San Clemente. My guardian talked to them a lot online before I was brought over to meet them. Well, they loved me right away! My guardian was so relieved!!

There was a little snag at first. Their dog Kona didn’t really know what to do with me. It took her a little time to get along with me but she finally excepted me. I guess, she just needed to let me know she’s the boss. As you can see, she likes to sit ON me! I don’t mind it though. 🙂

My new family adores me so much! I’m truly spoiled now. I live ten short minutes from the beach (walking distance!) and I go there regularly! They also renamed me Buddha because they felt the new name fit me perfectly since I’m calm, peaceful, and I like to sit like a statue in front of the gate (that’s my favorite spot to bask in the sun).

Kona and I sleep at the foot of our parents’ bed. You know, just keeping an eye on things. And the other night, around 2 o’clock in the morning, there was a HUGE crashing sound! Almost like something fell out of the sky and landed on the garage roof. Before my dad had a chance to spring out of bed and get to the back door, I was already outside, fully alert, looking like I would jump in front of a bullet to protect my family. (And I would!!)

My dad was SO proud of me. He said I stood there looking absolutely fearless but calm and in control. (Oh, of course, Kona was fast asleep as was my mom.) My dad called me back inside and locked the door, heart pounding. He checked everything in the morning and found nothing but my dad was just so proud of me. He was hugging me all morning!

I’m so loved and my family is amazing! I am so grateful for my guardian, Venice. I’m glad she found me and disregarded everything she’d ever heard about pit bulls, trusted her instinct instead and took a chance on me — an unwanted bloodied pit bull.

Who knew my story turned out so great? Because one human saw past my scars, I found love. ♥

~ Buddy aka Buddha

p.s. My awesome guardian Venice continues to rescue strays who crossed her path so check Dog Rescue for Buddy often, she may have other dogs like me who may need your help find their happy ending.

Parent: Doug

Ruby, Woodbridge, NJ

Hi! My name is Ruby! I ended up at the Brooklyn NYC Animal Care and Control and I don’t know why!

The person who dropped me off said I was 8 years old and that I had seizures. I also had puppies recently because I was still lactating, but who knows what happened to my puppies. Oh, I have some scars on my face too. 🙁

Before I knew, I was on “the list” and told my time was up because I had a cold! Thankfully the wonderful women of Rebound Hounds swooped in and saved me!

I went to stay with a lovely lady and her two sons until I found my forever home. They loved me and would have adopted me, but the 3-year-old little human turned out to be very allergic to me, so I lived with them for three months and then I had to go. Luckily, a new foster home came.

That was more than a month ago, and I settled in very quickly. I live with an 11-year-old Elderbull named Mabel and my foster Mom and Dad.

What you want to know about me:

• People are my FAVORITE thing in the whole wide world! I love everyone I meet and my butt wiggles so much (and I even cry like a big baby sometimes) when I see people! I want to say hello to everyone! I love to cuddle!
• I love to go on walks too, and walk everyday with my foster sister and a big dog named Hatch that lives down the street! I do prefer the company of boy dogs my size, they are so much fun!
• I am very good in the house, I stay in the bedroom when my foster parents are at work because neither me or my foster sister are crated, but when I was in my last foster home I was able to have free run of the house since I was the only dog. I’ve never ate anything I wasn’t supposed to, or had an accident in the house.
• I do like to destroy tennis balls though, but foster Mom says that’s OK!
• I have also worked with a trainer (he loves me too!), and am so eager to please. I will do anything you (or anybody!) tells me to do!
• I had some allergy issues too and itchy skin, but I am on a grain-free diet now and feeling much better.
• And by the way, in the last four months, I’ve never had a seizure and everyone thinks I am only about 5 years old. Foster Mom thinks that lady who left me at the shelter confused me with another dog!

I still have a few scars on my face, but foster Mom says they make me no less beautiful. My foster Mom and Dad love me very much too, but want to be able to help more dogs in trouble.

As far as my forever home, this is what I am dreaming about:

• No kitties
• I would be happy as an only dog or with doggie friends my size (preferably a boyfriend)
• Someone that will keep me entertained with training because I am very smart and want to make you happy
• Toys and tennis balls
• I REALLY like to sleep in bed with my foster Mom and Dad, all the way under the covers! I paw at the blanket until Mom lifts it up for me to go under! 🙂 But I would be OK with sleeping in my dog bed if I have to.

Oh, and when foster Mom asks me if I’m ready to find my forever home, I cock my head. She thinks it’s very cute! And yes, I am ready to be loved for the rest of my life and to love you in return!

If you are my forever parents, please contact my friends at reboundhounds@gmail.com! Thank you! I am waiting with a smile! And froggie legs!

~Ruby

Editor’s Note: RUBY’S ADOPTED!! We’re happy to report that sweet Ruby finally found the most awesome forever home in August! Her foster mom reported that Ruby is living it up with a great mom and dad and pittie brother! She is settling in nicely, playing wonderfully with her Elderbull brother, and hogging the covers like a pro. 🙂

Halen, Carrollton, TX

Hi! My name is Halen and I’m a Presa Canario. Everybody who’s met me said I’m a great, great dog. Just a gentleman…but I’m sitting right now in a place called Toothacres, a boarding facility, for the last 6 months!

How did I get here? I’m not a stray nor a throwaway. I have a Dad and he really loves me. But sometime over the winter, I was dumped at a shelter. The reason for my surrender was that she was splitting up with her husband — my Dad. Yes, my “Mom” dropped me off. Apparently she’s done with my Dad…and me.

What’s worse, my Dad didn’t know that I was signed over for potential death. How is it possible? It’s because he was busy serving our country on a military deployment! Rescue workers moved quickly to make sure I was safe. The last thing anybody wanted was for a serviceman to return home grieving the needless loss of his dear pal. (Seriously!)

I was sent to Toothacres and lots of volunteers from DFW Rescue Me visited me often. Of course because I am so handsome, I instantly melted everyone’s heart, making it hard not to take me home. They all tried to figure out a way to get me out of boarding, but each encountered roadblocks. So they did the best thing for me, they make it a point to visit me daily and continued to hold out hope for something better.

After a while, people gave these volunteers a name: “Halen’s moms.” If ever a dog needed “moms,” it was me.

Every time one of my moms took me out to play, everybody can see that my Dad invested a lot of time working with me. I always wanted to show off my incredible manners, especially if there was a group watching. 🙂 I ignored other dogs who yelled at me as I walked past. Once off the leash, my favorite thing to do was roll around like a pig with my enormous tongue hanging out.

Every one of my moms couldn’t imagine why anyone would be capable of ditching me at a shelter. Ever.

A month or so went by, and the people who originally rescued me heard some amazing news: My Dad discovered my moms had me! Every one of my moms were overjoyed!! They quickly went and told me, through tears of joy! I will be reunited with my Dad and we’ll be family again! (I knew he wouldn’t have abandoned me. I knew it with all my heart!)

Unfortunately, due to my Dad’s position in the military, he is forbidden from disclosing any information regarding his location or when he will return. He can’t come home yet so I just have to hang out with my moms a little while longer. But he knows where I am now! Everyone cannot wait to see me run to my Dad when he comes to get me. Me neither!!

I know that until my Dad comes home, I have my moms. But my moms really want me get out of Toothacres sooner than later. It’s been way too long!! They want to find some who can foster me.

My moms would like a foster in north Texas who is familiar with the needs of Presa Canarios and large bully breeds. I’m a kind, docile creature — everyone says I’m an amazing dog and easily managed, very loving — but I obviously could cause serious damage because of my size and strength, so caring for me is no small task for a novice. And they prefer a home with no other animals or small children.

My moms hope to find a comfy home I can relax in until my Dad can get me. Will you be willing to open your house to foster me for a bit? I would really like that.

~Halen

I’d really like to thanks to DFW Rescue Me, the Storms, the shelter staff, the “Halen’s Moms” (Kristan, Audrey and Rachael, as well as Danny, Lacy, CJ, Leila, Jen, Aaron, Helen, Jon, Kim, Jill, Merrin, Russell, Bella, and Rhonda for taking time to make sure I’m well-loved), and, of course, Toothacres. For more information and updates on my progress, please visit Six Days at The Fair: Sir Halen, Champion of Our Hearts.

If you would like to donate toward the rather expensive cost of maintaining my welfare, including the provision of heart worm and flea preventative, large bones, treats, extra large dog toys, and additional veterinary care, please follow this link. Thank you!

Editor’s Note: Halen was adopted in January 2013. Details will follow. Thank you!

Photos courtesy of Merrin Austin

Isis, Snellville, GA

Hi, my name is Isis! If you knew me from my Facebook page Isis & Pups, then you probably know that my life didn’t start off great.

Five months ago, you would’ve found me at Animal Control in Athens, GA, sleeping on a cold concrete floor with no hope left of being adopted or rescued. But then a very nice lady came running in saying she wanted me! I couldn’t believe it!

Her name is Lydia and she’s with The Park Pet Haven Dog Rescue. She told me that when she saw me on AthensPets.com, she immediately called and found out that no one was interested in me. That was it. She drove right away to meet me.

She took me out and I made sure to give her a lot of kisses. She told me she fell in love with me immediately. It’s hard not to especially since I look like one of her foster failure dogs. Besides, she couldn’t stand the thought of both me and my puppies being killed.

Oh! Did I forget to mention that I was in the last stage of my pregnancy?

Five days later, I gave birth in my foster home to 12 little puppies on February 4th, 2012. My puppies were all born healthy and happy; all they wanted to do was eat!

Their names were Ike, Isabel, Isa, Ian, Isaac, Ivan, Iggy, Ilyssa, Iliana, Indy, Iman and Irena. They are the “I” babies! 🙂 My babies are beautiful and I love them so much! My foster mom created the Isis & Pups page so anyone interested could stay updated on how all 13 of us were doing!

I tried to be the best mom I could be, but with so many I needed a little help from my foster mom. With both of us, my puppies continued to grow.

As much as I loved being a good mommy to my babies (the vet actually said I had already been a mom at least three times before!), I also wanted to be someone’s baby. My foster mom agrees and she continue to post me online so people who might be interested could email her about me.

When my babies were around 6 weeks old I went to the vet and was spayed. Once that was done I was ready to find my forever home. Two weeks later I got my wish!

My foster mom got be in the car again and told me I was going someplace where I would have a family of my own that would love me forever! I couldn’t believe my luck! When I got there I met my new brother Toby and before I knew, my new parents told my foster mom that I’m staying, forever!! 🙂

That was a few months ago and I love being in my forever home! I get to be the center of attention and be the baby of the family. Besides Toby who I love to play and cuddle with, I also have Sean and Cody, my human brothers! I get to run around in the backyard with Toby, go for runs with my mom and sleep in the bed every night!

As for my babies, all of them have been adopted and are doing very well. They are more than 30 pounds now and 5 months old in July. Two have been adopted in Georgia but the others have been adopted in other states such as New Jersey, Massachusetts, Connecticut and New Hampshire. The Park Pet Haven Dog Rescue and my foster mom plan to have a GA-reunion with Gator (Isaac), Lulu (Iliana) and me in February. The ones that got to go up north will also hopefully get together soon for a big ol’ reunion so we can all see each other.

My puppies and I have a happy story because of my foster mom — I can’t thank her enough for saving me and giving me the chance to be loved.

Thank you for reading my story!
~Isis

Parents: Noelle & James

Buddy, San Clemente, CA

Hi! My name is Buddy and here’s how my story started.

If my memory serves me right, my old name was Sniper and I was pretty much a backyard dog. I don’t remember getting very much interaction or even being taken on walks. It was a pretty mundane existence, but I held out hope for something. Then one day, the man and woman put a leash on me; I thought “Woohoo! Finally, we’re going out for some fun!”

But they dropped me off at this dark, cold place with cages and lots of barking dogs. The next thing I knew, my backyard turned into a cell and the man and woman were gone. 🙁

My cell was the Baldwin Park Shelter, a high-kill shelter with only a 48–72 hour life expectancy because I was what’s called an owner surrender.

When the man and woman dropped me off, the shelter staff saw that I was well-behaved and asked them to take me to a more suitable shelter where I would have a better chance of being adopted. The man answered, “We don’t want this dog anymore — just take him!” The following day, the woman returned to the shelter, covered in bruises and crying. “I can’t take him, but please don’t kill my dog!” she begged.

Lucky for me, the people at this new place were very kind; my tail would just wag when they came to see me. You wouldn’t even know that I had a cracked femur, a dislocated hip and a broken canine tooth down to the root. (That was my condition when I was dropped off.)

Twice they brought me to the euthanasia room and twice I was “pulled.” They moved me around a lot — they were trying to keep me from the euthanasia room (I’m not sure what that was; I’m just glad I never ended up there…I heard some dogs never came back). Everyone kept saying, “He is just too friendly!”

One kind shelter worker finally called Molly from Molly’s Mutts & Meows out of Los Angeles, and she high-tailed it down there to pull me for good! She came to “foster me”; boy, was I glad to meet her!

After that, every day got better and better. They gave me so much love and attention, I met a bunch of new people and doggie friends; it was awesome! Molly started looking for a family for me. There was a family who had adopted their first pit bull Bella from her and they were ready to adopt another. So Molly told them about me.

One overcast L.A. day, all my wishes came true, my forever mom and dad came to meet me. They also brought my new sister Bella to meet me. I wondered, “Who are these two humans with huge grins on their faces with this cute little pink dog?” You would never know I was in pain because of my tremendously sunny disposition (I did occasionally wince if you caressed my jaw). I frolicked and played with Bella, and they knew I was the one.

Two days after their visit, my Mom came back to pick me up and bring me to my new home at the beach. This place was cool! Besides my new sister Bella, I also have two new cat brothers and I met Francie (my current Golden Retriever girlfriend), who lives down the block from my new home; we hit it off right away.

Molly’s Mutt’s & Meows paid for my orthopedic surgery and my parents had my broken bone and tooth fixed. Mom and Dad gave me my new name, “Buddy,” which I think suits me a whole lot better. I felt like a million bucks. I never realized how much fun life could be!

Once I was out of pain, my friskiness became even more evident, and my personality flourished. My mom thought I had all the attributes of a model pet therapy dog so she decided to start my training!

Two years after I was adopted, I took my therapy dog test with the Delta Society (now Pet Partners). Upon arrival to the testing facility, I greeted the first evaluator outside with smooches and a rub to her leg. My parents and I patiently waited our turn as another test was already in progress.

At the start of the exam, my mom said it was apparent that I was born to fill this role. The testing is somewhat chaotic because they want to see the dog’s reactions in unpredictable situations, but in true bully style, I did every exercise with a smile on my face and a wiggle in my butt!

I passed with flying colors, achieving the highest rank: “Qualified to visit in complex environments.” 🙂 My score sheet comments were loaded with: “tail wagging,” “nice job” and “loves hugs.” The three evaluators along with the neutral dog, Elvis, were as impressed with me. My parents were beaming!!

I started volunteering in the pet therapy program with my mom once a week; it’s so much fun. I visit hospitals and work in an outreach program teaching at-risk kids about the human animal bond. I get so excited when my mom gets out my vest and badge, I know we’re on our way to give some kisses and get lots of hugs and belly rubs from all my new friends!

The kids, nurses, doctors, parents and staff are so nice when they see me; they often give me treats and take my trading card. “The very fist pit bull–type therapy dog here at CHOC Children’s Hospital,” I overheard my mom boasting the other day and from the reactions she gets, it seems like a pretty big deal. What a turn my life has taken! I can hardly remember my former life.

My latest venture was to the Special Olympics at Cal State Long Beach. This was a huge event! We were there with the Paws 4 Healing team and I met many, many new friends. I got to kiss most of the athletes, hang out with the Long Beach Highway Patrol, SWAT team and all the guests. It was a great day!

So that’s my story, a little unwanted pit bull dumped at a high-kill shelter who became a Canine Good Citizen certified therapy dog and making a difference in the lives of so many!

Mommy says I’m a true ambassador for pit bull–type dogs because I embody the genuine pit bull spirit. I am the absolute love of my parents’ lives!

My mom says she’s the lucky one but I feel so blessed to have a forever family. My only wish is that all the homeless doggies out there get to live in a loving, safe home. Just like me.

Thanks for reading!
Buddy

p.s. Oh, Mom came home with a new brother for us. His name was Skinny Vinny, he was so little (2.9lbs) and very stinky. Mom said he was a little bit sick but would be better soon. Bella and I welcomed him into our pack and taught him the ropes. Now he is bigger than both of us (80lbs) and he is our best friend. 🙂

Parent: Barbara

Diamond, Hoboken, NJ

Hi! My name is Diamond and am a 3-year-old Pittie/Lab mix with the most luxurious chocolate brown fur.

Last fall I was surrendered to the NYC ACC for reasons I still don’t understand. I’m very sweet, mellow, low energy and love climbing into laps to give kisses. I am well-mannered on-and-off leash and I’m great with kids and other laid back dogs. Oh, and I was born without my left ear which I’ve heard makes me cute. (*blush*)

Whatever the reason was, I did not like the animal shelter at all. I could tolerate all the noise, concrete and chain link but I didn’t like not having a human to play or snuggle with when I got lonely. The worst part is that no matter how hard I tried to show people how awesome of a dog I am, nobody would pick me. 🙁

Then it happened… I ended up on the Euthanasia list. Having only just begun my life, it was about to end…

That morning was awful. I just knew something was up although I didn’t know what. Instead of my normal routine, they took me into a room and put me up on this metal table!

They were about to stick something in me when there was this loud commotion outside.

Enter Linda Vetrano. Linda, the Founder of Posh Pets Rescue, had seen my picture and assessment the night prior as she was going over the Euthanasia list to see if there were any dogs she could save. This particular morning she got up early and drove into Manhattan to come check me out and see if she could help me. When she got there, the ACC receptonist told her I was already being euthanized!

Linda ran across the shelter to the Euthanasia area and demanded they find me immediately. When they opened the door to the room, she ran in and picked me up off the table, hugging me and telling me I was safe. I immediately showered her in kisses. I don’t know what all those needles were for but I’m glad I didn’t have to find out.

I had to have surgery on my right ear to save my ear drum and hearing. After I was cleared to leave, I went to stay in a kennel for a while until she could find a foster for me. That’s when this lady named Bonnie showed up with her two dogs to meet me and another Pittie, Lucy.

Lucy was a little too energetic for her dogs so the attention turned to me. I did fabulous during the walk with her dogs and then played in the yard with them. Next thing I knew, I was being whooshed off to North Jersey. Finally!! A nice home instead of a cage!

On the way to her house I got a new bed, collar and toys. Once there I got a much needed bath and a super yummy dinner. I was in heaven! 🙂

My foster mom says that my name suits me because I shine like a diamond. She loves to pet me a lot because my fur is so soft and velvety. She also says that my mushy brown eyes could melt the polar ice caps.

Sometimes when people first see me they are afraid of me. They think that because I don’t have a left ear that I must have been a fighter. My foster mom quickly informs them that I am not a monster and promptly leans over for kisses which I willingly give. What can I say, I’m a lover not a fighter. 🙂

One beautiful afternoon in February, I found myself lying on the grass in a Hoboken park with my foster mom when a young couple, Vin and Julia, gravitated towards me. They immediately bent down to pet me as I laid on the ground, and I didn’t realize at the time, but they would soon become my new adopted parents.

They always tell me that it was love at first sight that brought them towards me; they knew I was meant to be a part of their family from the moment they looked into my eyes.

Sure enough, I was kissing and hugging my loving foster family goodbye the following week and moving into my new home. I didn’t waste any time making myself comfortable in my new home and I made sure to cuddle with my forever parents the entire night.

They often joke and say that I think I am a lapdog because even though I am over 50 lbs, I never fail to sit on their lap and get as many hugs and kisses from them that I can.

My new parents and I have been living happily together for the past few months and we couldn’t be more blessed to have found one another. We go everywhere together and every person who passes us always stops to tell me how beautiful and calm I am. My parents always tell me how lucky they are to have me.

One of my favorite things to do with my family is to play fetch with my favorite chew toy that we call my “baby.” I am also a fearless swimmer and love to fetch stick in the water. I am great with other dogs and I’ve even made a few best friends with the other dogs in my building who come play with me all of the time.

More than anything in the world, I love to cuddle! Even though I have a really comfortable bed at the foot of my parents’ bed, I always find a way to sneak up and sleep next to them in the middle of the night. 🙂 We all love waking up next to each other.

My family and I are so grateful to my foster mom Bonnie and to the entire Posh Pets family for rescuing me and finding  a loving home for me to grow and be happy in. I am the sweetest and most gentle dog you will ever meet and I have so much love to give to my new family and the rest of the world.

Lots of kisses and tail wags,
Diamond

Parents: Vin & Julia

Rooster, Jacksonville, FL

Hi! I’m Rooster! You may have seen me on Facebook: Rooster Cogburn of Clay County and wondered, “What’s his story?”

My story started when I was dropped off at Clay County Animal Control in May 2012. The people who turned me in said I was a stray but shelter volunteers knew better and could tell this was my “family.” I was thin and had a spiked leather collar on

After examining me, the doctor at the shelter advised that I was in really bad shape and suffering from a severe case of heart worms. Regardless, I quickly became a shelter favorite as I’m just so cool and pretty handsome to boot! 🙂

Sadly, several weeks into his stay at the shelter I had not yet been adopted. I would wag my tail with all my might trying to show everyone that I was a sweet boy. I was shared  by volunteers at Clay County Animal Control to a woman who would become my angel. She had no idea of the severity of my condition until she was sent a photo of me and I was literally foaming at the mouth. She decided she had to help me.

Although she was out of town, she arranged for my pull, transport and initial vetting. Her husband — my amazing foster dad — and her devoted friends rallied to make this happen because they know that time is of the essence.

My health deteriorated so much that on the day I was pulled by Ana’s Angels Animal Rescue, I could no longer lift my head and had seemingly lost hope. I was immediately rushed to the vet. I was vomiting profusely and had lost my bowels.

I went to two vets in one day and they told my angel I wouldn’t make it through the week.

Doctors believed that I would not make it through the night let alone to where we are today. Fluid was pulled off of my abdomen and I was sent home with an arsenal of medication. From May 21 to June 2, I lost 10 pounds of fluid from my abdomen.

I had a scare on June 9. It was not a good day for me because my condition was getting worse. I was in heart failure on my right and left side. This is causing me to cough a lot, breathe rapidly and the collections of fluid on my abdomen and limbs. The profusion causes poor circulation and is the reason I’m anemic. The vet also drew blood to see how my liver levels are doing at this time. My foster mom contacted a specialist to discuss how to proceed.

On June 11, I stayed overnight at University of Florida for observation and was evaluated by the cardiologist. I had an echo, x-rays and blood work done. I was given IV meds and my foster mom prayed I made it through the night. And I did!

My story is one that will have a bittersweet ending.

The bitter: I’m suffering from a case of heart worms so severe that my vet does not believe I will ever be stable enough to receive proper treatment including slow-kill, immiticide and/or surgical removal of the worms. I have partial heart failure as a result of the worms and an x-ray revealed a spot on my liver. I’m a very bad candidate for anesthesia (I’m not well enough to be put under for the already risky procedure of surgically extracting worms). My parents are not willing to put me through this as my chances of survival are extremely low. Also, I will never be completely better; I will always have heart disease. The damage has already been done.

This does not mean that my foster family will stop trying to save me. (I’ve made it this far. :-)) My foster parents have decided to stick to a course of medical management so they can focus on my quality of life, which is their number one priority.

After several weeks or months of taking the various medications prescribed, my foster parents will bring me back to UF for a follow-up and x-rays to see if I would be able to handle a modified course of the immiticide treatment.

The sweet: My foster family are going to see me through to the end. I will never again know the cold floor of a shelter or the cold shoulder of a human. They will take me to vet appointment after vet appointment, get second opinions, wake up in the middle of the night when I’m coughing to soothe me, feed me many times a day and let me tell them when I’m ready to cross the rainbow bridge.

For now, I am starting to feel better. My mom is so proud of me for eating all of my “candy” like a big boy. (She thinks I don’t know it’s medicine. Silly mom.) I also had my first Reiki session; it helped me feel relaxed and full of positive energy. 🙂

Though I’m very sick, you’d never know it by the way I prance around in my home, wagging my little tail as if I don’t have a care in the world or any idea as to my ailments. I love interacting with people, I love lizards, I love cuddling with my foster sister and I still have some pep in my step!

I’m a very happy boy. My foster mom told me I’m the sweetest, most balanced, lovable dog and that she hearts me.

I heart her more. ♥

~ Rooster

Editor’s Note: Sweet Rooster crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on October 27, 2012, which was National Pit Bull Awareness Day.

“His passing was natural & peaceful and in the loving arms of his Daddy. Rooster knew limitless love since the moment we rescued him in May. Over the last 5 months, we (including all of you) have learned so much from Rooster. We simply gave him love, and a warm place to rest his head, and in turn he showed us the true meaning of Fido: faith, loyalty, and trust. Up until the last beat of his heart, he was grateful and loving. From the moment we rescued Rooster, we knew that we had been chosen to learn a lesson from him and to serve a higher purpose. We have created a non-profit organization with the goal of educating the public about heartworm disease, the ease of preventative care, and helping to reduce the number of animals in shelters who have this disease to further support the no-kill movement. Fear not furry friends, it’s Rooster to the Rescue!”

Rooster to the Rescue, Inc. is committed to raising the funds necessary to provide supplies and medicine to test and treat heartworm positive dogs and educating the public about heartworm disease, which is 100% preventable. These goals will serve to further strengthen the No-Kill initiative and help to secure a future where there are no more homeless pets!

Support Rooster’s mission. Follow us on Facebook, Twitter & Instagram! Donations are always needed and greatly appreciated: PayPal to info@roostertotherescue.org.

His parents would like to sincerely thank you for your support in the loving memory of this beautiful soul who touched all our hearts.

Studio photos by Stephanie Knowles of Jaiden Photography

Samson, Longview, TX

Hello there! My name is Samson, and this is the story about how I found my best friend and how we changed each others lives.

I was born on the 4th of July in 2008, and I started out life at a breeder’s house, where I lived with my mom and litter mates. Once I was old enough I was sold to a young man and named “Scout.” I didn’t know any better at the time, but later my mommy would say that he bought me for the wrong reasons and “had no business owning a dog ever again.”

He had bought me because I was cool, a “badass breed,” and I was soon shoved out into his back yard and ignored once the novelty of having a young puppy in the house wore off. With nobody to work with me, I became shy, but I still hoped that whenever he came out to feed me he would play with me, or let me come inside so I could be with him.

It was so lonely out there without anyone to interact with or talk to, and the lack of attention also had heavier consequences. Nobody seem to notice (or if they did, they didn’t care) when my hair started falling out, or when I was itching all the time. Nobody noticed when I lost weight, when my belly bloated and when my appetite increased to the point where I never felt full. If anyone had even paid a little bit of attention to me, they also might have noticed the allergic reactions I was having to my food.

Finally, after 6 months, the man’s girlfriend told him that she didn’t want me around anymore because I was “disgusting” and she “didn’t like me.” Shortly after they had decided to get rid of me, a lady named Angel came to pick me up. She saw a “free to good home” ad in the news paper and decided that even if she didn’t end up keeping me, she could at least come get me before some bad person did, and find me a home where I would be loved.

At first I was really scared — I had only really known my backyard, and being brought to a place with many other dogs and people was very intimidating. But I’m glad I stuck it out because a few days after arriving at Angel’s place, a family came to see me. As they walked in the door, I hid behind the coffee table, poking my head underneath and watching to see if they were coming towards me.

I soon heard a voice call out to me and as I peeked over the coffee table, that’s when I first saw her. Sitting on the floor was a young girl, smiling at me like I was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

I wasn’t too sure at first, but after some coaxing I came over to see her, and boy was it love at first sight.

We played for a long while, and I felt special and loved for the first time in a long time. She looked past my patchy fur, looked past my shyness and the fact that you could see my ribs way too clearly for a puppy my age, and saw me for who I was.

I was sad when she left, but she promised she would be back, and I gave her happy kisses, letting her know that I would be waiting for her return, and would be looking forward to it.

I wouldn’t see my girl again until a week later. Her mother came to get me very early in the morning, and took me to what would be my new house. We sneaked in and I didn’t know what was going on. It was dark, and they had stuck something sticky (they called it a bow) to my head, which was very annoying.

They sat me on the floor, flipped the lights on and… surprise! There was my girl, waking out of sleep with a confused look on her face. I ambled over to see her, cautious but excited at the same time, and when she realized what was going on, boy was she happy!

Her parents had told her that someone else had spoken for me, that for her 16th birthday she would not be getting me. It was the best birthday surprise ever, and she still hasn’t had a birthday as good as that one. 🙂

My new family took me to the vet, where I was diagnosed with hookworms, whip worms and red mange. Also, within the first week or so of them having me, I had an allergic reaction to my food that the vet said was due to consistently eating food with corn in it. I was gasping and trying to breathe on a very tight airway and could only swallow air into my stomach, which became very large and caused me to scream in pain. My girl was the only one home with me, and it was very scary for both of us while we waited for her parents to get home to take me to the emergency vet.

I was switched to a new food, and was started on medication for all of those problems. My girl began working with me to make me less shy around people and other dogs. It was hard going at first, I would cry and try to run away from other dogs and bark and shake when people I didn’t know came near. But by the time I was a year old, I was a well-socialized pup and was all healed from my problems.

My girl and I went everywhere together, and I worked my hardest to make her happy, excelling at anything she taught me, from roll over to basic agility. We were best friends and I was so grateful to have her (I could tell this was how she felt about me as well). We lived on a huge farm with cows, horses and other dogs, as well as a llama that didn’t seem to like me very much.

Life was perfect, and we had some amazing adventures together. Though it didn’t stay that beautiful for long.

Something happened to our family when I was almost two, something I never understood. There was a lot of fighting, and crying, and next thing I knew we were moving away and leaving her father behind.

We moved in with her grandparents in a place called Arizona — real big, hot litter box if you ask me. We hated it there, my girl and I. I could tell she was upset, depressed even, and this made me depressed too, and we both lost a lot of weight from lack of appetite.

We had traded farm for city, green grass and beautiful land for sand and scrub. And to make it worse, we didn’t even have our own house and had to share space with dogs that didn’t like me and attacked me. Still we tried to make the best of it,  we stuck it out together and it seemed like us against the world at times.

On April 21st, 2010, which was three months shy of my 3rd birthday, we had what I remember to be a beautiful day. Things were getting good again — the family was back together and we were getting ready to move from Arizona to a better place.

We played outside all day with my sister, Lullaby, an Australian Shepherd puppy who just recently joined our family that past November. We went to the park, went to the pet store and got cookies, romped around the yard and had an amazing time catching bubbles.

That night my girl put me outside as usual to do my business, and when she went inside to go get my little sister I wandered off to explore the yard. She was gone maybe 5 minutes, but that was long enough for me to find some strange animal in the yard.

I knew what it was, I thought — she kept one of these inside in a tank, and he was okay, I guess. I heard a rattling sound coming from his back end, which my girl’s pet never had, and when I went to sniff him to see what was making this noise he lashed out and bit me!

I ran back to the door just as my girl was coming outside and began whining. She realized something was wrong and called for her parents, who began to grab things to take me to the vet. I was yelping and wouldn’t sit still, so they knew something was wrong, but just didn’t know what. I tried to tell my girl, but didn’t know how to convey what had happened.

Within 5 minutes of the bite my airway was closing and I couldn’t breathe at all. I passed away shortly thereafter, drawing my final breath in the arms of the one who I loved so dearly.

My girl would later find out that I’d been bitten by a deadly rattlesnake, and to make it worse, I was highly allergic to its venom — there was nothing anyone could have done for me.

She now devotes her life to learning as much as possible about training and rehabilitating dogs so she can eventually rescue and rehabilitate “monsters” like me so that they too can find the love of their lives. To her, I was — and still is — her heart and soul. She said I was the best “monster” any girl could have asked for, and the world is a little darker without my brilliant light.

And as for me, I’m just patiently waiting at the end of the rainbow bridge for my girl, knowing that one day we’ll be together again.

~ Sam

Parent: Kharha

Cane, Anderson, IN

Hi! I’m Cane. My story is of a lucky deaf dog and the village of people it took to get me to my forever home.

I was found in Savannah, GA, with barbed wire wrapped around my face! I was just a pup, under a year old, and everyone was pretty sure I was about to be used for bait, but I must have escaped just in time. Sadly I ended up in a shelter that condemned me to death because I’m a pit bull.

There’s a couple who regularly visited the Animal Control Shelter in Savannah, GA, to take donations to them. Early January 2010, the wife Penny saw two dogs on her way in and of course, she had to stop and pet them. One of them was me. She was told about how I was found and that I was available for adoption. She asked her husband Michael to meet me “just because.”

When they came back again, they noticed that I’d been moved to another cage closer to “death row.” Michael went almost every day to take me for a walk. The staff told them that if they sponsored my shots, I would be spared for 2 weeks. They readily agreed and the hunt was then on for a home for me. Michael happened to bump into friends who put him in contact with Kelley Schmidt from Coastal Pet Rescue.

Then my destruction date came… and they threw a Hail Mary; Kelley pulled me right before they were going to put me to sleep! And after having a few foster homes fall through, I ended up at Kelley’s house. She became my foster mom. 🙂

She set up a fenced in side yard for me with access to the garage, where I had my bed and lots of toys. She made me a Facebook page so she can provide updates to the network of people who cared for me. She read How to Train a Deaf Dog and learned a lot from DeafDogs.org. She taught me sign language. It was a new situation for her. She learned that she can’t be lazy and call me, she has to go to me. And she must be patient. She thought how many times had I been yelled at or beaten by my previous owner for not listening?

I would go to adoption events and even had a bandana stitched with I’M DEAF so that people would know to approach me gently. I was so excited about the world that I was quite out of control at events. Not the best behavior to get adopted. 🙁

Remember I said it took a village to find me a home? It took over a year to place me in a home. When Kelley moved to Atlanta, she took me but it was not easy to keep me so through Facebook, friends met friends and they established a network of people who could help. Kelley and the others pooled money to pay for me to be trained on a vibrating collar and learn basic commands through hand signals.

They worked so hard for me because they wanted to make me more adoptable. Patty introduced Kelley to Tony who became my foster dad. Everyone who met me loved me immediately. 🙂 They also tag-teamed helping each other with my care. It takes a village and Facebook networking became so vital to my adoption.

I was shared by Cathy Miller, a wonderful rescuer of deaf dogs. Cathy, being deaf herself, understands the plight of the deaf dog and educates about how a deaf dog is really no different than a hearing dog.

That’s how my parents found me. My helpers had a video of me and a stuffed flower talking to me. It was love at first sight and fate. They had watched my Facebook page for four months. My Mom said that I was little and looked like a pup…and they decided they couldn’t live without me!

It is a perfect fit. They have a deaf dog, Gracie, have a home that could fit another big dog and have hearts big enough to love me for the rest of my life. On top of all of that, they also have children so I would have my own siblings, human and dog. A perfect full family.

Kelley made the decision that the family was perfect for me. She just knew.

So here’s the plan: Kelley’s friend Carol will be driving through Atlanta up to Michigan and right though the town my new family lives in. (Talk about FATE!) So Kelley took me to the vet  to get shots and a heart worm test just for good measure. You can imagine her horror, sadness and confusion when the vet told her I was heartworm positive. How could this be?

I was negative when adopted and was on Heartgard every month. In the South, it is possible to contract heartworms even if the dogs are on preventative due to the high concentrate of mosquitoes. I could’ve been positive when I was rescued but it might’ve not shown up.

Kelley called Laura, my future mom, crying because she’s afraid the adoption wouldn’t happen. It didn’t matter; she told Kelley to send me on my way.

So on January 5, 2011, Carol and I got ready for my trip to my forever home. They gave me some Benadryl and put me in my spot — body in the back, head in the front, my big noggin’ resting on the armrest of front seat.

Kelley stood in the road waving goodbye. I looked out the back window. She knew she was doing the right thing, but one never gets used to saying goodbye. The car drove away and I settled back in my spot and fell asleep. They told me later that Kelley was the one falling apart, crying in the middle of the road.

It was a very, very long drive (10 hours!) because apparently, Indiana is a LONG way from Georgia! When we arrived, it was as if my parents always knew me. It was magic!

My Mommy is so proud that I absorbed up all the training: Kelley gave my parents the collar and remote. One buzz and I will come looking for her. 🙂

I’m now heartworm free and I can run and play with my doggy sister, Gracie, all I want! I usually beat her because she’s kind of lazy! BOL! My favorite thing to do is to SNUGGLE! I like to get in between my Mommy and Daddy while in bed or ON them when in a recliner! I just wants to be held, and LOVED!

Oh, I also goes crazy if I even sees my leash! Walk time! I LOVE walk time!!! People think I’m a goof. I’m scared of moving things (like the ceiling fans, the guitar) but I once tried to catch a fly by launching off the back of the couch.

People need to know we’re not monsters! We’re good dogs…just like any other dog!

XOXO, Cane

p.s. Come say hi to me on my new Facebook page: Raising Cane! 🙂

Parent: Laura & Todd

Zane, Winnetka, CA

Hi! I’m Zane. I was found in the West San Fernando Valley in March 2012 by a young teenager on his way home from school.

I had no tags or collar and was in truly awful condition. I was nearly starved to death, dehydrated and I was covered with wounds from head to paws…

The young man’s family took me in and fed me for the next week. They called me Gray but unfortunately, I was fearful of men so they couldn’t keep me. 🙁

Believing that I was a large Pit Bull, they got in contact with their friend Zaida who works in rescue. Zaida put out an appeal for someone to foster or adopt me, the “big boy.”

A woman saw the first posting by Sounds Of Silent Spirits in beginning of March, accompanied by my photos. I looked so sad in them. Accompanying the photos was my description:

“Found several days ago with choke markings on neck, ears and legs have gashes as if he were used as dog bait…As you can see in the photo, he is severely malnourished. He was given vitamins and food. He is slowly but surely coming back to life, and responds so well to all this attention. He ate and ate and ate…until the cows came home!! :))”

She found my posting because she was following the story of Valentine, the 10-month-old pit bull who was found in horribly abused condition in Lucerne Valley and was cared for by Sounds of Silent Spirits. One week later, she saw my appeal again but this time, it had become urgent. The people who had me could no longer keep me and  they were going to have to take me to the shelter if no one stepped up.

So she called her husband and said, “Guess what…we’re taking in another Pit Bull!” And off they went that evening to get me!

Just like that, they became my mommy and daddy!! 🙂

My parents brought me to their Vet that night who said I was too sick and underweight to even receive my shots. The Vet also told them that I’m actually a Mastiff, not a Pit Bull. I was given worming medicine and they were told to take me  home and bring me back in 2-3 weeks once I had gained some weight. (I only weighed 73 pounds when I should have been about 100 pounds, the healthy weight for a 2-year-old Mastiff.)

The Vet believes that I came from a backyard breeder who didn’t take care of me. Most likely I had to fight other dogs for the little bit of food I managed to get and that the wounds were the result of my fight to live.

My parents changed my name to Zane. By the end of my third week with my new family, I was up to 95 pounds and ready for my shots and to be fixed. The worm was bad; it took 3 worming to kill the parasites I had as well as antibiotics for the infections from the wounds that were never treated.

My parents have since learned that I am a Cane Corso (Italian Mastiff) and sadly, that other dogs of my breed have been found in similar condition in San Fernando Valley area where we live.

I’m now a very healthy 100 pounds and doing very well. I love my family, including my two sisters, Rosie, who is a rescued Pit mix, and Sammy the Collie. I love my sister Rosie and I’m enjoying my obedience classes with my daddy. 🙂

I’m lucky that the young man who found me took me in. I’m lucky that when they couldn’t keep me, they reached out to Zaida. I’m lucky that Zaida networked me and that Sounds of Silent Spirits shared me on their wall. And I’m very lucky that my parents found me through Valentine and fell in love with me.

I’m Zane and I’m one lucky dog.

Parents: Dory & Bill