A1 K9 RESCUE
IF YOU WANT TO SEE A DOG, PLEASE
SCHEDULE AN APPOINTMENT. YOU
WILL BE COMING TO MY HOME, SO
PLEASE DO NOT JUST SHOW UP
UNANNOUNCED AS IT IS VERY
INCONSIDERATE TO ME & MY FAMILY.
At A1 K9 Rescue, we are committed to
helping dogs find new homes. We take in
abandoned, sick and abused dogs and
puppies and do our best to make them well
again - both physically and mentally. All of
our rescues get the medical care they need
and the love that they deserve. They are
then placed up for adoption to find their new
forever home. Each dog is fostered at our
home and socialized, including with
children. Adoption fees are as marked and
go towards the general and medical care of
ALL of the dogs in rescue. What one dog
doesn't use, another one will so if you do
not agree with them, then please look
elsewhere for adoption.
SCHEDULE AN APPOINTMENT. YOU
WILL BE COMING TO MY HOME, SO
PLEASE DO NOT JUST SHOW UP
UNANNOUNCED AS IT IS VERY
INCONSIDERATE TO ME & MY FAMILY.
At A1 K9 Rescue, we are committed to
helping dogs find new homes. We take in
abandoned, sick and abused dogs and
puppies and do our best to make them well
again - both physically and mentally. All of
our rescues get the medical care they need
and the love that they deserve. They are
then placed up for adoption to find their new
forever home. Each dog is fostered at our
home and socialized, including with
children. Adoption fees are as marked and
go towards the general and medical care of
ALL of the dogs in rescue. What one dog
doesn't use, another one will so if you do
not agree with them, then please look
elsewhere for adoption.
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| I AM YOUR PUPPY I am your Puppy, and I will love you until the end of the Earth, but please know a few things about me. I am a Puppy, this means that my intelligence and capacity for learning are the same as an 8-month-old child. I am a Puppy; I will chew EVERYTHING I can get my teeth on. This is how I explore and learn about the world. Even HUMAN children put things in their mouths. It's up to you to guide me to what is mine to chew and what is not. I am a Puppy; I cannot hold my bladder for longer than 1 - 2 hours. I cannot "feel" that I need to poop until it is actually beginning to come out. I cannot vocalize nor tell you that I need to go, and I cannot have "bladder and bowel control" until 6 - 9 months. Do not punish me if you have not let me out for 3 hours and I tinkle. It is your fault. As a Puppy, it is wise to remember that I NEED to go potty after: Eating, Sleeping, playing, Drinking and around every 2 - 3 hours in addition. If you want me to sleep through the night, then do not give me water after 7 or 8 p.m. A crate will help me learn to housebreak easier, and will avoid you being mad at me. I am a Puppy, accidents WILL happen, please be patient with me! In time I will learn. I am a Puppy, I like to play. I will run around, and chase imaginary monsters, and chase your feet and your toes and 'attack' you, and chase fuzzballs, other pets, and small kids. It is play; it's what I do. Do not be mad at me or expect me to be sedate, mellow and sleep all day. If my high energy level is too much for you, maybe you could consider an older rescue from a shelter or Rescue group. My play is beneficial, use your wisdom to guide me in my play with appropriate toys, and activities like chasing a rolling ball, or gentle tug games, or plenty of chew toys for me. If I nip you too hard, talk to me in "dog talk", by giving a loud YELP, I will usually get the message, as this is how dogs communicate with one another. If I get too rough, simply ignore me for a few moments, or put me in my crate with an appropriate chew toy. I am a Puppy; hopefully you would not yell, hit, strike, kick or beat a 6-month-old human infant, so please do not do the same to me. I am delicate, and also very impressionable. If you treat me harshly now, I will grow up learning to fear being hit, spanked, kicked or beat. Instead, please guide me with encouragement and wisdom. For instance, if I am chewing something wrong, say, "No chew!" and hand me a toy I CAN chew. Better yet, pick up ANYTHING that you do not want me to get into. I can't tell the difference between your old sock and your new sock, or an old sneaker and your $200 Nikes. I am a Puppy, and I am a creature with feelings and drives much like your own, but yet also very different. Although I am NOT a human in a dog suit, neither am I an unfeeling robot who can instantly obey your every whim. I truly DO want to please you, and be a part of your family, and your life. You got me (I hope) because you want a loving partner and companion, so do not relegate me to the backyard when I get bigger, do not judge me harshly but instead mold me with gentleness and guidelines and training into the kind of family member you want me to be. I am a Puppy and I am not perfect, and I know you are not perfect either. I love you anyway. So please, learn all you can about training, and puppy behaviors and caring for me from your Veterinarian, books on dog care and even researching on the computer! Learn about my particular breed and it's "characteristics", it will give you understanding and insight into WHY I do all the things I do. Please teach me with love, patience, the right way to behave and socialize me with training in a puppy class or obedience class, we will BOTH have a lot of fun together. I am a Puppy and I want more than anything to love you, to be with you, and to please you. Won't you please take time to understand how I work? We are the same you and I, in that we both feel hunger, pain, thirst, discomfort, fear, but yet we are also very different and must work to understand one another's language, body signals, wants and needs. Some day I will be a handsome dog, hopefully one you can be proud of and one that you will love as much as I love you. Love, Your Puppy May be posted, reposted, cross-posted and used with permission as long as credit is given. Copyright 2000, by J. Ellis - Southern Shadows Rottweilers. "How Could You?" Copyright Jim Willis 2001 <jwillis@bellatlantic.net> When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End You are welcome to distribute it any way you like, just please retain the title and copyright line. |
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I get emails like the one below often but this one especially touched me. Its so nice when
someone appreciates all the effort and hard work that we put into our rescue dogs.
Hi Angie,
Just wanted to give you an update on McLovin. I took him to my vet today and he got a clean bill
of health. He is 6.4 lbs. I took a stool sample and everything was fine. My vet was extremely
impressed with the records that you kept and how thorough you are. She asked me if you were a
vet! I explained how great McLovin was doing and that he seems very at ease and not stressed.
She said that you have done a wonderful job of socializing him. I told her that you said not to let
him go potty at a rest area, not to put him on the floor at any pet store or at the vet's office and she
was like, "Wow she is really conscientious. That's so great". She was very pleased and wanted
me to tell you that you have a wonderful facility and that she really appreciates it when someone
brings in a healthy pup when any aspect of a mill is involved. I will keep you updated.
You have such a beautiful place. And I have to tell you - while on our way to your rescue, I felt
excited inside, but was a little apprehensive because I just didn't know what to expect. You were
so kind and knowledgeable and everything was so clean. I was so, so impressed. If I had known
what it would be like ahead of time I would have much more excited! I'm not kidding, my vet's
mouth just fell open when she saw the records you kept and I told her about you and your rescue.
It was funny, she looked at me and said, "You know these records are so great, I'm not going to
re-write them. We'll use what she's got here." She said I did a great thing in rescuing McLovin
and you did a great job seeing that the pups were healthy and well cared for. You're right, God
does have a plan and his plan was for sweet, homeless and defenseless dogs to have advocates
who would do the right thing by them and they have that in you and your family! God Bless all of
you and the work you do.
Take care - Kim
(Email shared with permission)
someone appreciates all the effort and hard work that we put into our rescue dogs.
Hi Angie,
Just wanted to give you an update on McLovin. I took him to my vet today and he got a clean bill
of health. He is 6.4 lbs. I took a stool sample and everything was fine. My vet was extremely
impressed with the records that you kept and how thorough you are. She asked me if you were a
vet! I explained how great McLovin was doing and that he seems very at ease and not stressed.
She said that you have done a wonderful job of socializing him. I told her that you said not to let
him go potty at a rest area, not to put him on the floor at any pet store or at the vet's office and she
was like, "Wow she is really conscientious. That's so great". She was very pleased and wanted
me to tell you that you have a wonderful facility and that she really appreciates it when someone
brings in a healthy pup when any aspect of a mill is involved. I will keep you updated.
You have such a beautiful place. And I have to tell you - while on our way to your rescue, I felt
excited inside, but was a little apprehensive because I just didn't know what to expect. You were
so kind and knowledgeable and everything was so clean. I was so, so impressed. If I had known
what it would be like ahead of time I would have much more excited! I'm not kidding, my vet's
mouth just fell open when she saw the records you kept and I told her about you and your rescue.
It was funny, she looked at me and said, "You know these records are so great, I'm not going to
re-write them. We'll use what she's got here." She said I did a great thing in rescuing McLovin
and you did a great job seeing that the pups were healthy and well cared for. You're right, God
does have a plan and his plan was for sweet, homeless and defenseless dogs to have advocates
who would do the right thing by them and they have that in you and your family! God Bless all of
you and the work you do.
Take care - Kim
(Email shared with permission)