Rescue Dog's Stories
Let these loving shelter pups and their lucky owners tell you why rescuing is the right choice.
Harley, Ginger and Obie's Story
Submitted by: Sharon Jennings
I have three rescue dogs, each from a different situation. The first one is Ginger and she is a Golden Retriever/Border Collie mix. She was one of a large litter that was left outside a friend's business. They took the litter to the vet to be checked out and then employees and friends started picking puppies. My husband called and asked if I wanted a puppy. This took me by surprise because he had always said no to a...
Submitted by: Lynne
We were shopping one holiday season and saw a poster at a local store with pictures and stories of animals available for adoption. One of the stories caught our attention because the dog was an amputee. He had lost a back leg due to some accident and his previous owners didn't want him. My boyfriend had had a dog that had to have a leg amputated due to cancer and he said they can adapt and do fine and that this dog ne...
Submitted by: Forrest Wood Jr
We had three dogs. One died several months ago. Had never had a rescue dog but decided it was time. Spent a week or so checking the net and finally found one we wanted. Filled out an application but were turned down because we did not have a fence. Kept looking till we found Sophie and submitted another application to a different rescue group. At first they were reluctant due to our age, but after they talked to our vet ...
Sampson and Jett's Story
Submitted by: Mary McKean
Sampson came into my life shortly after the passing of my previous two dogs, who lived to be 14 and 16, respectively. Because I had just lost two beloved pets in the span of 14 months, I was not at all certain the time was right to open my heart to a new four-legged friend. The one decision I'd made about any future dogs was that I wanted to adopt an adult dog, not a puppy. With the help of a dear friend wh...
Huckleberry Hound's Story
Submitted by: Pat Smith
In December of 1999, I adopted a basset/beagle (bagel) mix from a local shelter. He was a Christmas gift for my then ten year old daughter, Kirby. I picked him up and named him Huckleberry Hound. I put a big red bow on him and drove home with Huckleberry riding happily next to me. I wrote the enclosed poem to introduce him to Kirby. Huckleberry Hound became her constant companion and best friend. He adored her. He follow...