Medea was born at a puppy mill and kept as a breeding bitch, along with 63 other American Eskimo Dogs, aka Eskies. Their health, teeth and parasites were ignored and they were regularly kicked and beaten.
We had just brought our son home from the hospital, as new parents, we were incredibly cautious in regards to EVERYTHING! We were pretty sure that taking a walk around the neighborhood with our dog, Mate, would be a safe thing to do.
All summer, I tried to get Mazi into the lake and she resisted as she doesn’t care for water much. One day she climbed down the ladder, jumped in and swam in circles and climbed back up the ladder all by herself. She is not a water dog.
I know that people love their dogs, but imagine how much more you would love your dog if you could be with them 24/7! Ava is like an extension of me. She is a diabetic service dog and can smell when my blood sugar is going low or high.
She squiggled and snuggled her way into my husband’s heart. He had never had pets at all growing up (a fish in college was the only pet-owning experience he’d ever had!) so my husband has no interest in getting a dog.
Valencia is a lovely and caring Standard Poodle, but to me she’s so much more! As a certified diabetic alert service dog, Valencia has been trained to detect (through my breath, hands, and feet) dangerous blood glucose levels. Being a diabetic, having a dog that can spontaneously alert detection of high or low blood glucose, as well as diabetic coma or seizure is truly a life saver.
Her name was Fluffy and she had been at the animal shelter for one month, that’s 30 days, with a broken leg. The shelter was trying to raise money for the surgery necessary to repair the broken leg. I couldn’t imagine the pain she endured for so long, in a strange place without any care towards a broken leg.
Missy was surrendered in Bakersfield in February 2012. From what I have pieced together, Missy was surrendered by the daughter of her owner. The man was going into a nursing home and could no longer take care of himself, let alone his dogs. Missy was in serious need of medical care. She was approximately 11 years old, 8 pounds, and had an inguinal hernia larger than a softball attached to her belly.
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”.
I am Finley, the Fierce Warrior, small but mighty. Nothing scares me like my little brother who is afraid of everything.