My dog is my hero because he intuitively senses a broken heart, a troubled mind, a weary soul, or a hurting body. He will be a great therapy dog someday.
Douglas Fur came into my life when he chose me that fateful day in November 2009. As I bent down to meet another dog he jumped on my head. They pulled him off and he came right back and did it again. He brought something back into my life that had been missing, laughter. I lost my dog Merlin a few years earlier. He lived a long life of 16.5 years and it was devastating for me when he passed.
I have several allergies, both food and environmental, some of which are deadly. When I first rescued Enzo I wanted to train him to be a medical alert service animal. I was never able to fully finish his training because he comes with an anxiety and nervousness that I was not able or qualified to work with. I have just started his training back up with Zoom Room and hopefully will be able to help him overcome his fears.
I’ve never had the opportunity to have kids. I had always thought about owning a dog one day, but when my grandmother (who had always wanted a dog but wasn’t physically well enough to care for one by herself) broke her hip right before Christmas two Christmas’s ago, I decided to commit. My boyfriend and I found Cabo at a breeder in Riverside and at 10 days old, we picked out him out of the litter from 8 other puppies.
I grew up in the 80s in Siberia, then part of the Soviet Union. My Mom and I would daily feed the hords of homeless cats trying to help them survive the cold weather. But there were almost no dogs anywhere around me. In my town, the mayor ordered the local police to shoot stray dogs “for sanitary reasons”. It was done at night to “not disturb the public”.
My dog is my hero because he fits the classic dictionary description of, “a dog of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities”.
My dog is a hero because she has brought me such comfort and happiness after being so sad and lonely. After losing my two best furry friends that I had over 10 years (they passed one month apart), I adopted Lady from a shelter. She was very sick with an upper respiratory infection. With a lot of patience I was able to nurse her back to health and since then she has given me unconditional love.
My husband and I really wanted to start a family. Unfortunately, it was taking longer than we originally anticipated. Needless to say, things were getting kinda lonely around the house.
I am Finley, the Fierce Warrior, small but mighty. Nothing scares me like my little brother who is afraid of everything.
My name is Melissa and I’m “Flurry’s” mommy! I work for an Animal Care & Control Division in North Carolina. In 2008 , the organization I work for was called to assist a neighboring county with a large animal hoarding bust (400-500 animals.) My job on this day was supposed to be administrative, however because of the overwhelming numbers, I quickly suited up in Haz-mat gear and spent the day with a co-worker helping unload animals off of the trucks and trailers from the hoarding site, processing them with a photo and id band and putting them in clean kennels.
Luis Angel, MD., said this to me with intensity in his voice back in late 2004 in response to my comment: “I’m now walking an hour a day with my dog Oscar Wilde to get him in top shape for the Dachshund races in Buda in April.”
Scooter had a very tough start to life – in his first home, at 8 weeks old and only weighing 10 pounds, another dog attacked Scooter so badly that when he was taken to the emergency room, and when given the cost to save him, the owner said to put him down….But the Vet saw the sparkle and the love in Scooter’s eyes!
Back in 2008 I fell very ill and started seeing every specialist in the greater Austin Area in search of a diagnosis and cure. I was a Junior in College and had grown up very healthy and athletic, but all of a sudden I was excessively fatigued, covered in hives and suffering with chronic incurable pain.
When I read about Lucy, I was at one of the lowest points in my life. Had recently been through a devastating relationship break-up and was living alone in a tiny studio apartment away from my family. I was surfing the internet looking for rescue groups to volunteer with when I came across a posting to rescue this little pit bull puppy, Lucy. Her photo and story just grabbed my heart.
I was never a dog person… in fact whenever I would pass a furry, tail-wagging pup on the sidewalk, I would move as far to the right side of the sidewalk as possible without entering the poop mine of boulevard ominously lurking on the seemingly welcoming lawn of grass. Then I would hold my breath as the sopping pink tongue lapped fearfully close to my salty leg as I skirted by the stinky, hairy beast some inane human had the desire of domesticating.