Celebrate the good-stuff your pets bring to your life!
This May is National Pet Month. It celebrates the benefits that pets bring to people’s lives – and vice versa! Our pets are our babies and they give us unconditional love; this month share with us how your pets have impacted or touched your life for a chance to win Three Dog Bakery treats!
How to Participate:
1. Comment on the Three Dog Bakery National Pet Month Contest blog post and tell us the benefits that your pets have brought to your life.
2. Become a fan of Three Dog Bakery Headquarters on Facebook. Judging: • Entries will be judged on the most touching and best depiction of the subject along with the originality of the post. This contest is not limited to dog owners, Guinea pigs and rabbits enjoy our veggie chews too!
Prizes:
• 1st Place – Treat Sampler – Retail Value $75
• 2nd Place – Treat Sampler – Retail Value $50
• 3rd Place – Treat Sample – Retail Value $25
Rules & Regulations:
One entry per person. Contest is open to all animals, prizes are as stated in this blog and may not be exchanged for other products. Contest runs 5/10-5/31. Winner will be announced the week of 6/1/10. All participants must be a Fan of Three Dog Bakery Headquarters on Facebook.
Terms & Conditions:
Must reside in the US and be 18 years or older. No cash value and non transferable. Cannot be a Three Dog Bakery employee. We will contact winner via email provided or Facebook. If winner does not acknowledge within 48 hours a new winner will be chosen. Standard ground shipping and taxes are included. Please email contest@threedog.com with any questions!
My dogs mean the world to me, I have three, a pom with a non-contagious hair disease (alopecia x), a mutt with so much love she can hardly handle herself, and a precious little mini-poodle. I could not have survived many of the bad things I’ve been through with out their loving and caring little personalities there for me. I adopt Max, my pom, when I was in high school and he has helped me through so much. He’s my little protector, my night in shining armor, my little puff ball of love, and he was adopted from the POUND! I’m so glad I got this little troublemaker, he was going to be put down the following day had I not adopted him just because he doesn’t look so great cosmetically. It was horrible to find out that no one wanted him just because his fur wasn’t up to their standards… and whenever he saw me from the little cage they had him in I think we both knew that we were meant to be together. haha. I may just be imaging things but Max is seriously the best companion I’ve ever had, he survived a domestic violence situation that my mom put both of us in when I was 17 and has also survived being attacked by a black lab nearly 20 times his size. He has taught me that no matter what obstacles life puts in front of me, I’m always going to be able to overcome them… If he can do it, I can too. I love my little guy so much, he really is an inspiration with all of the trouble he’s been through and that he’s still so loving and understanding.
Shortly after I escaped the domestic violence situation with Max, I adopted Miley the mutt and she has helped me to learn what unconditional love truly is. I adopted her at the ripe age of 8 weeks and she really has taught me how to love. She has been with me since I met my (now) husband and she has helped us to grow closer to each other. She has such a mothering and nurturing nature, I know for sure that I will never find another dog as sweet and loving as she is. She was also adopted from the pound and I’m so happy I was able to save her. She is my little love bug and has helped me to realize how easy love is to give. She loves everyone no matter what and if that isn’t the best way to live life then I don’t know what is.
And my poodle is ultimately the house clown, he makes us laugh with his silly antics and since he’s the youngest he definitely gets in the other dogs faces sometimes.. He is a good boy and always keeps his eye out the window to make sure my family is safe. We named him Gnarley, as in the surfer term for beyond radical/ hairy situation/etc. We like to keep his hair long to match his name.
He’s a sweet boy and when I look into his eyes I know how much he loves me and my family. He’s a very friendly little guy and has taught me that I shouldn’t be so shy.
I love my dogs.
Listen I’m a cat guy. That’s not to say I’m against dogs by any means, rather it’s a result of my having a cat eye (a line down the bottom of my eye) and my Mom being terribly allergic to dogs. Furthermore, I’m an animal person through and through. Its funny how we as humans can watch countless violence aimed towards people on movies and TV, yet when we see some act of pain inflicted on an animal we get fired up and ready to save the world. It was a little over two years ago that I had decided it was time to at least save a couple of cats from the local animal shelter. With my mind made up that I was going to be adopting two cats from the Lawrence Humane Society, I knew I needed a personal “calm me down” in order to take on the daunting task that lie ahead. Walking up to the room of cats I kept saying, “don’t get attached to them all Jared, you can’t take them all home.” It needed repeating as I took a stroll along the countless meows asking for attention and the paws jabbing in and out of the cages, saying “Hey me too!” Heartbreaking to say the least. Regardless, the mission still had a focus and I needed to find some discretionary measure to pick out a few that would suffice as my little critters. Needless to say it was a balance of confident chatter in one and a soft spoken voice in the other that guided me towards that bottom right hand cage. There they were, August and Shadow (shelter given names) two black kittens with a face full of love and a voice chalk with reason. Instantaneously I knew they were the two that were going home with me which provided some relief yet more stress in knowing I truly couldn’t get away with taking them all. For the two years that Frank and Moby have been in my life, I’ve been proud to reciprocate all the love and loyalty that they give me. Lets just say that pride and loyalty become front and center when trying to explain to others the bond that I have with these two little fur ball fellas. In fact, a defense seems to set in, well after I’ve allowed for a portion of closed mindedness to pass through the person with all the dubious questions. At the end of the day, I know that my responsibilities in life are not just that of my own, but also to make sure that “Froby” (both names slyly fused) is well taken care of and appreciated just they they should be. I love them so much, that I have to remind myself that there is no such thing as an immortal cat and that they will indeed be gone from me one day. Froby are two brothers that needed to stay together, to journey through this life (and the kitchen cabinets) as little best friends and companions, which I’m thrilled to be a part of. There is certainly no shortage of brotherly love. Typically I allow them to wrestle freely, until I hear a yelp or two and know that I need to intervene before too much hair gets pulled and spit out by which ever happens to the aggressor on that day. Its an even battle, making it all the more fun to watch and egg on. Frank is a quiet little fella with a small and unassuming voice. The white patch just above his chest is his mark of fame. He’s not short of skittish behavior and I would strongly suspect him as being the kid in class you don’t see being tough enough to be honery yet he’s got his name on the board and sitting in the corner every other day. Right now his motor is moving as he rolls around next to me. Moby on the other hand, is the guy that everyone knows is cool and his troublemaking abilities only amplify his proud and brash demeanor. For those that are familiar with the DJ Moby, you can see that the guy really isn’t quite as cool as one would suggest, yet at the same time there’s no lack of confidence either. Moby likes to get down on treats and is more than willing to speak his mind when it’s his turn to have a few.
All in all, Froby reminds me daily of why it is important to remain loyal and loving to those that provide the same to us. They are some little furballs that I would go to the ends of the earth for. You’d be hard pressed to find anyone out there that loves their cats more than I do, yet I can only hope there are. Someday Froby will enjoy the company of a dog, but for now they can’t think of anything other than treats.
After being a single Mom for many years as well as helping my Mom with her battle with cancer and subsequent passing, I found myself again assuming the caregiver role after my daughter started college. My precious father was diagnosed with alzheimers. He was a school teacher for many years and one of the gentlest souls I have ever encountered. I took care of him for 9 years after Mom had passed. When he died, my house was so quiet and sad and I was the one in need of some tender loving care now. Being a dog lover I started on the search for the one that was meant for me. Well a beautiful golden retriever found me. He was born the day after my Dad pased away. He has been the most loving, gentlest animal I have ever owned. He helped me heal and made me feel needed again.
He just knows my moods and reacts accordingly. Daddy was a huge Dodger’s fan and the announcer Vin Scully was his favorite. So I named my angel Vinnie. God sent this precious dog into my life to help me heal and boy has he ever. Not a day goes by that I don’t thank God and Dad for sending me this sweet dog.
Oh! and I’m on Facebook with a different email.. klort73@yahoo.com
Our forever companion was abandoned on a lonely country road in north Texas near the road that led to our house. He sat there looking for his previous family to return. They never did. We noticed he was continuing to sit there near the main highway when I drove my grandson to school. We started feeding him and he must have listened to where our vehicle’s engine turned off and one night decided to come visit us. We came outside to go to school and there he was asleep on a blanket that another young pup was sharing. They were both all snuggled up together. I started taking photos of him and how shy and somewhat scared he was. He turned into a happy pup in no time at all.
Several years later, I wrote my first children’s book about him with the original photos as an inspiration to children. The message was that no matter how sad you are, things will get better. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Brownie was our forever companion for 17 years. His original photo could be used as a poster pup for unwanted
animals. With a loving family, he turned out to be a very happy pup and not only shared his life with us but with several other animal friends that lived here.
My story is about my cat, Milo. I realize Milo is not a dog, and I have 3 GREAT dogs that I could easily write a 900 page essay about how wonderful they are and all the things that they have done for me, but the truth is Milo was my best and only friend for my whole childhood.
My mother was diagnosed with AIDS when I was six. Trying to explain this to a six year old wasn’t easy, so in the grand tradition of my family, she took me shopping instead of talking about it.
It was about a month before my birthday, (so maybe I was still five, I don’t really remember). I had never really met my father, but somehow or other he was wrangled into coming on this quest with us.
A drive that seemed like two hours brought us to a brick building with howling and screaching echoing everytime the door opened.
I don’t remember much. I remember a tall counter that I could not see over and two doors (one labeled “cats” and one labeled “dogs”). I remember pointing to one door and following my parents into it, only to find a sea of small cats and kittens. My father picked up one small, orange tuft of fur and dangled him in front of me saying, “Wouldn’t you like him? He looks like fun!”
I loved him when I saw him. Sometimes you meet a person, or visit a town, or see something that you fall in love with immediately. That was Milo. He was just a kitten then, so small. Little did I realize then that we would be inseperable.
My entire six year old knowledge consisted of Beauty and the Beast and Milo and Otis, so when I realized the kitten looked exactly like Milo, Milo he became.
We did everything together. My mother would go to the hospital for months and leave me with my Grandmother in a great big, beautiful house in Connecticut. Milo always stuck with me, through thick and thin. He would follow me to the bus stop every morning, wait until I left, and return home and go back inside to sleep. He would leave mice on the door for me when I got home (“Dang it, Milo!” I would yell.) He would sit at the table with me when I ate, but would never beg. He would curl up next to me when I went to sleep. When I cried he would lick my toes until I was laughing so hard I forgot all my troubles.
My mother passed away when I was ten and I was forced to move into foster care where cats were not allowed.
It broke my heart. I had always been sort of antisocial so Milo was my best friend and my whole world.
My Grandmother promised she would keep good care of Milo and she would keep him inside where it was safe. She promised to send pictures and letters about him, and that was all I could ask from her. She was eighty-six years old and I couldn’t expect too much.
About a week after I left, I received a devastating call from my Grandmother. Milo had passed away. He had fallen asleep on my pillow that I left behind and never woke up. She said it was because he was heartbroken. He wasn’t a young cat, so maybe it was just his time. However, the thought of him dying as soon as I left haunted me throughout highschool.
Last summer I went back to visit Connecticut, my Grandmother’s house, and my mother’s grave. It was six years after he passed away. I found a box in my Grandmother’s attic labeled “Milo”. Apparently this was a box that she had meant to send me at some point but had forgotten. Inside were hundreds of photos, and one very small catnip mouse that I had bought for him when I was in second grade at a school fair.
She had attached a note to it which read: “Some people go their whole lives and never meet their guardian angels. You’re very lucky to have such a nice one that will watch you forever. He was a wonderful cat.” On the bottom of the note she had glued a Polaroid photo of me painting a picture with watercolors and him lying across the paper. He was so goofy! Hahaha!
To this day Milo continues to brighten my day. I have pictures of him everywhere. He is the greatest friend I will ever have. I don’t consider myself a cat person in the slightest. I am most definately a dog person. Foremost, I will always be a Milo person. :0)
Carolina is my best friend and was my Maid of Honor in our wedding in Oct. 2009. She has truely been “man’s best friend”. After adopting her 17 + years ago from an abusive owner. I vowed to give her the happily after after life she deserved. We have made each others lives more meaningful having the companionship of one another. Life without a pet is no life at all.
My dog scooter who sadly had to be put down Aug 12 2008 at the age of 17, was my best friend, keeper of my secrets, and the one constant in my crazy troubled young adult life. He saw me through the bad times, lack of money, bad relationship, family problems, and finally meeting Mr right, having a home, 2 wonderful kids and security. I always felt we shared an exceptional bond, almost like we shared a heart and soul.
When I went to the hospital to have my first daughter, my mother in law babysat Scooter. We called her with the happy news and told her all the info, including what time Gracie was born-2:32PM. She got real quiet and said that at 2:30 Scooter started barking and whining like crazy (not his usual behavior) for about 10 minutes. It was then I realized we shared a soul.
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him and I still cry, but I am blessed with wonderful memories
RIP Scooter-God holds you in his arms, I hold you in my heart until we are together again. I love you
We have two of our daughters that were adopted from foster care. They were abused children, and very difficult for all of us to handle.
One day when we were out shopping, a man was selling puppies in front of a store. I bought this little 2# male, and brought him home. Of course, he cried day and night, and was very needy, but it really touched my girls, who didn’t know how to cry. They learned to take care of him, and be loving and gentle, feeding him, making sure he always had water, and walking or running with him several times a day.
This sweet pup was better than any therapy we had done for our daughters. After many years, both daughters are now on their own and doing well.
The pup, well he’s still with me and one child left at home, and he is still very sweet! He has loved all of us, and calmed down just a few weeks after we brought him home.
He deserves some treats for all the love he’s given all of my daughters!! His favorite snacks are peanut butter biscuits!
I have loved and had many dog and cat companions, along with livestock during my life. In the 1990”s and early 2000’s I had two wonderful German Shepherds when my son was at home and then attending college; Tasha, a sable, who had to be put down because of Hip Dysplasia and Allie, solid white color, who died suddenly in the night. After Allie, I said “no more pets because I get too attached and their deaths literally broke my heart”. NOTE: during the time I had my two Shepherd’s, I saw a Pembroke Corgi, loved the Tri-Color, and in the back of my mind thought, “would love to have a Corgi since they look just like a small, short legged version of my Shepherd’s without the tail; also have little bunny butts that waddle when they walk, sooo cute).
All that said, my mother had open heart surgery and almost passed around six months after the death of Allie. I was extremely depressed and alone in Colo. during her surgery, while my son, who had become a dentist by then, took over a practice in Decatur. About two weeks before my return to Texas, my son called one afternoon and said “you will never guess what just happened!!!” He returned from lunch and found a young Pembroke Tri-Colored Corgi on the doorstep of his dental office, frightened and bloody. After a trip to the vet, we found out she came into her first heat, reason for the blood, was a pure-bred Corgi approx. 6 months old and very healthy with no chip.
Before my return to Texas, they advertised in the paper, contacted the local shelter and veterinarians and did everything they could to find the owner but no response. They named her Freebee for an obvious reason.
I re-named her Phoebe and she will always be my baby girl and the sweetest, most loving Corgi I have ever seen. She is 5 now and has a new 2 year old brother, Rhys, I rescued last summer who is another Tri-color Pembroke Corgi. I have the papers on him that were never sent in by the original owner. Rhys was given to me by an individual who contacted our Corgi Group Website and even though others wanted to adopt him before I got in touch with her, she thought my home was the right place for him.
No one can say “Dreams don’t come true”! Rhys,” full of life at a time when I was beginning to wind down”, literally dropped in my lap and I believe Phoebe was an actual “Gift from God” to help me through an extremely difficult time in my life.
Dogs are miracles with paws. ~Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy (so true!)
To begin with, I’m dying. I have a fairly rare lung disease called Interstitial Pulmonary Fibrosis, where the lungs fill up with little fibers that are actually scarring and it progresses until there is no more space in the lungs to hold air. I was diagnosed in late 2008 and the average time from diagnosis to death is two years. I’m pushing it.
In early 2008, quite by accident, Jake the Boston Terrier came into my life. I actually got him for a friend of mine, but she’d never had a dog and Jake required more attention than she could give right then, so he came back to me. And what a blessing he has been.
Boston Terriers are quirky. They do funny things and he keeps me constantly entertained with his antics, like “hiking” a football all over the house, or how he can’t pass a flower bloom without sticking his nose in it to check it out. I’m afraid he’s going to find a bee in one! He is never more than a foot away from me, loves to cuddle, loves rides in the car, loves everybody, and even his faults, snoring, snorting, and farting, are somehow endearing. I live alone and he is definitely my therapy dog,
As my medical condition deteriorates, his importance to me increases to the point that anyone who might have suggested I’d better off without a dog right now long ago learned to keep their suggestions to themselves.
And there’s no shortage of people who have volunteered to take him after I’m gone, which may not be long.
Because of the situation, there’s not really been much I could do for Jake in return, to pay back in some little way for all the joy and happiness he brings me. The box of contest prize treats from the Three Dog Bakery would be a wonderful place to start.
Thanks for your consideration…. from Bill and Jake in northeastern Pennsylvania.
Clyde, our Jack Russell Terrorist, came to us at 12 weeks in July 1997. He chose his name….turned a deaf ear on all choices, then came to life when my husband said “My grandpa was named Clyde”…and our little pup came to life, licking Ron all over, jumping on him while Ron was driving! Ron and Clyde have been inseparable ever since. Until, tragically, Ron had a triple bypass followed by MRSA followed by removal of his sternum followed by renal failure twice. And I came home alone from the hospital. Night after night. And Clyde was always there, waiting for Ron. Four months later, Ron came home! And Clyde was there to greet him! They are inseparable now…I don’t know who cares more, Ron or Clyde!
January 8th will forever be the worst day of my life. My Baby girl, Lacy Ann, is now in Doggie heaven. She was my baby and my best friend. She was one constant I always had that never changed. She was my sunshine. She was always there when I was upset. She just always knew when something was wrong and would just come lay by me and give little kisses on my hand. Even if I didn’t respond, she stayed right there to keep company.
I feel like a failure as a mommy. I promised her so many things and never did them. She loved car rides and I always promised that as soon as I could drive I would take her everywhere I could with me. We could go to petsmart and just window shop, (Which she was really bad at. She always had to leave with something b/c I’m a sucker and gave into her puppy dog face.) or just drive down town and walk around the plaza and maybe stop at Three Dog Bakery. I promised her I would take her to the Bark at the K Royals game this season b/c I couldn’t afford it last year. She loved watching the games on T.V. with me. She would just sit on the couch next to me and share some pretzels or unsalted, unbuttered popcorn with me.
She was my cooking buddy. Half of the experiments I tried in the kitchen I made for her. Even if it wasn’t intended for her I would let her try it or leave something out of a small part of the people food so it would be safe for her to eat. I was going to open my doggie restaurant and name it “Lacy Lu’s” after her and she would come to work with me everyday. I had plans of moving out and getting an apartment and giving her, her own little room. Even before that happened I was going to give her own area in my room when I got mine built.
I remember the day we first went to see her. Daddy wanted a corgi so bad b/c of a show “Cowboy Bee Bop” he liked. He actually wanted a boy so he could name it Ein. (And was later really upset when he found out Ein was a girl.) We went and saw her and she was so small. No bigger than a stuffed animal. I feel in love right away. The lady was a breeder but only bred once a year. It was in-between paydays but we wanted her so bad we put down a payment so the lady would holder her and then came back the next week to pay the rest and take her home. When we got there the lady had told us that the night before her dad had gotten run over by a car so she was the last of the puppies from her family. We had thought of tons of names and were pretty sure we liked Lacy or Daisy to be surprised when we got there that the lady (her name was Julie) had been calling her that too. She said it was b/c of a white ring around her neck that looked like a lace collar, which we hadn’t noticed. So the name Lacy stuck. That mark soon faded in to a little white mark on her head.
We thought about finding a boy and them having puppies but that didn’t happen when we found out she had epilepsy.
I will never ever forget that day. I had just come home from a good day at school. I was sitting on the couch and Daddy was bringing some computer stuff down stairs to his office. I heard a big thud and my dad yelled bloody murder for my mom. I thought he was the one who fell. I ran to the top of the stairs and saw Lacy flopping around at the bottom with tons of slobber coming out of her mouth. My mom came over when she heard me scream. We were freaking out and my dad thought she had broken her back b/c it is very easy for that to happen to corgis. I looked up an emergency vet in the Kansas City area and thank goodness we found out that the emergency animal clinic is here in Belton. I called crying like a maniac and they told us we could bring her in right away. Lacy finally started calming down and Daddy scooped her up and put her in a giant rubber made tub with a blanket to carry her to the vet. As soon as Daddy carried her upstairs she started jumping up and trying to get out of the box like nothing happened. We took her to the vet any ways and they said they couldn’t figure out what was wrong and she seemed healthy. The next two days the same thing happened. We took her back and she was diagnosed with epilepsy at the age of about two years old. It took weeks for us to get them under control with Phenobarbital. After she was finally under control she started them back up a few months later. She was then put on Potassium Bromide. Her seizures were finally under control.
I will never forget the sound her little id tag on her collar when she walked. I will be sitting in the living room and hear a cling like that of her metal id tag hit the linoleum floor when she stands up, and I look around the banister and realize she isn’t there. Or I will be sitting in my mom’s chair next to the fire place (her favorite place to lay was on the cool tile by the TV) and hear her get up and think she is there and realize I’m hearing things.
I will always remember how she was best friends with my hedgehog, Emily. I’m not so sure Emily liked her very much some times but Lacy would guard her from the cats if they tried to mess with her. Emily would occasionally crawl up to Lacy and just lay next to each other. Most people wouldn’t believe me when I said my hedgehog and dog were best friends, but I promise you they were.
Something people thought was weird but one thing I loved and knew she enjoyed were showers. I would get my swimmy suit on and I would get in the shower with her and wash her and while her shampoo sat on her fur like the bottle said, I would wash my hair. I would then rinse her fur out and then we would get out and dry off. I don’t think it is gross, but that is just me. We were saving water.
Yes. I talked to her. We had our own way of communicating with out words. We just knew what each other was feeling and what we needed. It was like our own little language.
My favorite times were just when we would have cuddle time and I would lay on the couch and she would lay on my chest and tummy and we would play on the computer or watch T.V. I feel like I was neglecting her though with theatre and stuff b/c even when it was over I had to catch up on homework from golf and theatre and all that stuff. I could tell she missed me.
The day we put her down will forever be in my memory. I stayed up all night with her the night before and recorded ever seizure she had. And repeated the same process of wiping her down with a cool wet rag after she had one and drying the slobber of her face and cleaning the blood out of her mouth b/c she bit her tongue so many times. Then I would, as gross as it sounds, clean any pee or bowel movements she had up b/c she can’t control it when she goes into one. I repeated this 16 times from the time span of 10pm to 7:49 am. We got to her appointment at 8:40, a little late b/c the roads were icy. I knew something was really wrong when she didn’t even want to go for a car ride or get excited when she saw her leash. I bundled her up in a knit blue angel blanket and carried her to the car. When we got into the room and the vet came in she looked at her eyes and said she had gone blind in her left eye completely and almost in her left. She said we had to leave her there for the day and come to get her at about 6 or 7pm. If she was still having seizures then we would have to take her to a neurologist. We got back home at 10am.
The vet called back at only 2pm saying that she had 7 more since we left her there. The valume that normally stopped her seizures was not working. The only thing we could do is take her to Overland Park to get an MRI and more meds and keep her there a few days for tests that would cost thousands for dollars that may or may not work. Even if they stopped them she wouldn’t live very happy or have an easy life.
We went in to see her and the vet took us to the back and she was in a cage with an IV in her little arm. I stood there and held her as well as I could with out taking her out. The doctor came and brought her into a room where she could give her the shot. I sat and held her crying forever. She asked if I wanted to hold her while she did it and I didn’t respond but I wanted to and she could tell. It hit her instantly and she didn’t even close her eyes all the way. I held her for 15 minutes there, hoping it was all a dream and I would wake up. The Doctor finally came back and had to pry her out of my arms. My biggest regret is that I never told her I loved her or said goodbye once before she went. All I did was cry. I needed to be strong for her one time and let her know it would be ok but I couldn’t.
Lacy left the biggest best impact on my life. She is the best thing to ever, ever happen to me. I wish I could win the gift pack for her but I can’t. I always told her I would take to Thee Dog Bakery on the Plaza. I never did get the chance.
I am writing to win for my new buddy. My dad got Bubba shortly after we put my Lacy Lu down. He knew the family needed something there b/c not having a dog just threw off our daily routine and we needed something to help try and fill some of the empty in us.
Bubba is a 3 ½ year old Carrin Terrier. He has become more my dad’s dog than anyone else’s. I really DID NOT want Bubba at first. First off I thought Bubba was a dumb name but my dad said he knew it so we had to keep it. My whole family liked him so much and I felt they were trying to replace Lacy. I tried to get them to get rid of him to be honest.
I soon grew to love him. He is now my little buddy. Even with me ignoring him for almost 3 weeks, he some how got attached to me. He is my little buddy. If Bubba isn’t with my dad he is sitting with me. He rides in the car with me almost everywhere! I think he just knew I needed a friend to help me through one of the hardest times in my life so far. It took me 2 moths to finally say I loved him. But I for sure do. I am so glad my dad got Bubba. He really did help me when I needed it most even though I wasn’t willing to let him. I thank God everyday for the good times I had with Lacy and that Bubba has been brought in my life. I love you Bubba Ray!
My dog Mr. Pink is a dog I rescued two years ago from being put down in the pound. He had been left handicapped by whomever had him as they let him get hit by a car and never took the poor thing to the hospital so his back legs have never fully healed correctly. He has health issues and no one wanted him, but I identified with him because I have health issues myself having Crohns disease and many people would consider someone less desirable if you weren’t in perfect health or shape, but pink has helped me to learn that as long as you’re happy with yourself and have someone that loves you unconditionally nothing else really matters. Mr.Pink and I love each other with all our faults. He’s perfect to me and I wouldn’t change him or ever abandon him like he has been in the past. The devotion and love he gives me helps to make me healthier as I hope it also helps him too.
Gracie and I adopted each other 12 years ago tomorrow- 15th May. So May 15th is naturally her birthday!! She was just about 3 years old, a red tri Aussie, covered in ticks, wounds, mats, filth. She had chewed through a rope around her neck and made a break for it, the smart gal that she is! It took Animal Control 3 days catch her while she was pawing around in a garbage dump for food. Her spunk and quiet sassiness still shone through it all! I knew the very instant she was brought out that we were meant to be together. My roomates spunky Aussie ran straight up to Gracie and gave her a kiss! No joke, french kiss right there! Whoever had her before used her just for breeding. Thankfully she escaped and has been living the best life ever, my fur child, the lite and love of my life, my sanity. Her ability to calm and charm is amazing. What a sweet, gentle spirit and the most beautiful, soulful, endearing eyes. She melts my heart everytime I look at her! GracieBug has taught me patience, forgiveness and love like no other. I always say that I must have done something right in my life to have deserved the gentle soul of TheGracieBug in my life,in everyone’s life. I named her after Grace Kelly and Gracie Allen because she is beautiful, smart and funny all in one sensational fur child!
For the last 26 years, I have had some great dogs in my life; all have been rescues. Some left me far too soon due to illnesses, and others spent a good amount of time with me (15 to 16 years) before leaving. At the present time, I have 5 dogs and 1 foster dog. Again, all rescues. I have Henri, my “lethal white” Aussie mix, who is semi-blind and deaf, but who is the happiest dog you have ever seen. He is a joy to be around! He is the baby. Then there is Winston, my deaf Dalmatian. He appears at my side when I least expect it, ever viligent, but kind and gentle as they come. Ember is my female Dalmatian who is still a kid at heart! What a little garbage pail on 4 feet! What can I say about Molly, my female yellow Lab mix? As she has aged more than the others, I have come to treasure her more and more. If she is not by my side, she is always close by should I need her. Opie , my big beautiful black Lab (male), is just getting over being ill. Two weeks ago, I thought I was going to lose him, but it looks like he will make it. It’s good to see him chase his beloved tennis ball! And the newest member of the gang is my foster, Bear, a male German Shepard mix, a gentle giant, with a heart as big as his feet. He’s a perfect fit with the rest of the gang. I cannot imagine a life without dogs; the love, the joy, the kindness. I simply will never be able to repay them for what they have brought me.
I had very close companion for 14 yrs.. Bud was a Belgian Malinois stray that I took in. He was an excellent watch dog and fantastic to have around. He did not care if I was dressed nice, or in dirty old jeans after a day in the yard or working on the car. He greeted and treated me same. He made many a bad day a whole lot brighter by just greeting me and sitting or laying on the couch to watch TV. When I would be using my computer, he would be laying close by and would come check as to why I was laughing, or why the air was turning blue because of malfunction of some Microtrash software. He has been gone for some time, but I still miss him immensely, but I am sure he is in a better place now, even though I gave him the best life possible when he was with me. He was worth every bit of it.
My youngest brother (who died 4 yrs ago), saw this scruffy little mini schnauzer in the pet store and really wanted her. He talked me into going to take a look at her and going half-sies with him on the price. They had had her too long and really wanted to get rid of her so they had reduced the price. They said she was too unruly to groom. We took to each other right away. She is the most gentle, loving, kind dog I’ve ever met. She is all I have left of my little brother and she looks after all of us in her loving way. We have my grandmother with us now (she’s 96) and Misty has adopted her into her pack, she will go in and check on her, look after her and soak up the extra petting. I have learned how to be more gentle, kind, loving, and giving from her. She is an awesome example to me. And I really love it when I come home and she is on the back of the sofa looking out the front window for me, then as soon as I get out and wave at her, we both run for the door. I always tell her that she is my little furry heart and my bestest buddy pal. I can’t imagine life without her or how we did without her loving and caring influence before. She is love.
Hi my name is Camey Miller. I wanted to take this time out to share with you what a true blessing our son Toby Miller (Minature Jack Russell) has been to me and my husband. We have been married for a little over 6 years and since we have been married we have tried to have children. I have even been to the infertility clinics and I actually got pregant but lost the baby. After three attempts on medicines and the help of the doctors we decided that it just wasn’t meant to be right now. My husband had a friend of his ask him if we wanted a Jack Russell puppy and of course we said yes because we just love animals. We ended up paying $100.00 total but it took us 4 weeks to pay that. Well we thought we were getting a dog but come to find out we got us a son. He has taught us many things and we have taught him many things. He knows how to sit, crawl, lay down, roll over, beg, jump through a hula hoop and many other things. But the most important thing he knows is how to say I LOVE YOU MAMA OR I LOVE YOU DADDY. It is so joyful to hear that come out his mouth after a long day. I just thank God for sending this blessing to me and my husband because if it weren’t for Toby Miller I don’t know where we would be.
our golden’s have taught us, the meaning of unconditional love, kindness, tolerance and that the simplest things in life can bring such joy. Just to throw a tennis ball for them, can bring such a smile to our faces as well as theirs and make you feel really good inside. to walk them down a beach on vacation and to have people yell at you from their rooms to please wait for them to come down and meet our golden’s, and when they get there, to see them fall to their knees to hug them and talk about how they miss their own. they have taught us that not all strangers are bad, that some just need a hug from our golden’s or to just talk to someone who understands how they feel. to have a pet that you truly care about and love can change how you look at the world, and at yourself.
I have doing rescue for 14 years now and presently have 3 rescues of my own. I have three beautiful little Bichon Frise girls ranging in age from 3 1/2 to 10 1/2. They have taught me so much about life. When they came into our home, they were so afraid of everything, All they would do is hide in the corner and shake. Because of the time and patience that it takes with puppy mill dogs, you learn as you teach. I have more patience now then I have ever had in my life. My three girls are now the most loving, caring dogs that you could ever imagine. My first two rescues that are now at the rainbow bridge were the same way. When they left this earth they knew love and so will the next three. I just hope that some how they know how much they have taught me and how big they made my heart.
I was deathly ill, and getting depressed and despondent . The Dr’s weren’t sure I would survive. My honey brought me Lacie, and very slowly, she helped me heal. Physically and mentally!
I have learned so much from her, and she brings so much joy! She is now 9 years, and LOVES the Jump and Sit “cookies”, and behaves like a puppy! I can never repay her loving spirit!
I have always been a cat person. My motto was always “cats rule, dogs drool”. I have had cats all my life and I love them dearly. I still have 2 cats now who are sisters and they are so very special. I lost my mother on my birthday in 2006. To this day, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. My boyfriend bought me my first dog in 2007 when I was 39 years old. I am a changed person! My Thurman is the greatest thing in my life, besides my human son! The joy that he gives me is unbelievable. He is so happy to see me when I come home from work . He always wants to sit in my lap, and we always get in trouble for “making out” as my boyfriend calls it! I just think he’s jealous cuz Thurmie loves me more than him! Then came my second dog, my little Brian, my baby boy. To see Thurman and Brian play together is so wonderful to me. They are inseperable and I can’t imagine my life without either one of them. My favorite thing to do is to go to bed at night – all I have to say is “It’s bed time” and my boys wait for me to pick them up and put them in bed with me so they can cuddle up with me. My heart is filled with such a joy now. I know that my mother had a hand in getting them for me. And I know she is looking down on me with the same love in her eyes that my little boys have in theirs.
I have suffered from depression for years and I am currently on several medacations to control it , but I have found that my dog is the best therapy for my depression ! Even thought she is 13 years old now , she still depends on me to take care of her !
My dog Toby has been by my side during my battle with breast cancer. He knew when I was sick from chemo and would stay by my side no matter what and would wait for me to take care of him. His devotion to me during all of this has been wonderful he made me smile and laugh when I was down and he is my best friend! I can’t imagine not having him with me!
Right now I only have one dog that I am guardian to (her choice). She makes me realize that the things that I would take for guaranteed, she does not and it makes me appreciate what we have.
I have many severe chronic painful physical and medical conditions such as severe scoliosis and now most recently cancer in 3 places brody my 2year old border collie is my guardian angel now matter how I feel he is always there with a smile and a hug if I can not play as much as usual he is glad to hug insteadI am soo lucky Everyone at our local three dog bakery knows us in las vegas and always ask how I am doing they are kind and caring and knowledgeable One of the girls that works there owns my dogs half sister small world since we got them far from where we live Love sharon Dominy and brody
I was a cat person, and one day out of the blue, on our way back to work, we spotted this little furball. He pooped on my clothes when I picked him up from fright. Loud noises scared him, his parents never came for him. The streets was not a home for this little guy… After many months of emotional therapy he taught me one must be patient. One must love all unconditionally. Now I wake up to morning licks, he plays and drives me crazy! I love my cats, I always will, but dogs are my teachers now, and because of Peanut I am more commited to do what I can for animal rights. not a day goes by that Peanut does not teach me new things. Even before we had him, Three Dog Bakery was a store I was curious about, now its what I spoil him with. My prize, is nowing he is with us, no money in the world (or treats) can take the joy he has brought away. “National Pet Month” is every month I have with him.
I was in a bad position in my life when Hank came into my life. Bad relationship, not on speaking terms with my family, and life just seemed dark. When I got Hank, I finally had a friend. When I didn’t want to get out of bed, I had to because I had someone who needed me. After our first year together, he seemed to know something was missing. I realized what it was like to be a “parent”. I got up the courage to call my parents and ask to come home, with the condition Hank came too. Mom and Dad agreed. He was so hyper and full of trouble when we moved. People suggested that I find him a new home. But I realized that Hank didn’t give up on me, and my parent’s did give up on me. How could I give up on him? Now at age 7, Hank and I have found a man and his dog who have asked to share the rest of their lives with us. And between the 3 of them, I learned that life is tough. But you don’t give up on those you love. And I know they will be there when I need them. Unconditionally.
I have been grateful to the caretaker of many wonderful dogs. They have all taught me patience, understanding, sharing, faith, compassion and love. My life has been made fuller through their kindness and beautiful spirit! I only have my Moxie, who sweet & yet silly personality brightens my day. While my 3 other faithful friends are no longer with me, my heart holds a special place for each of them. I cherish the memories we made together & hope one day we are all reunited.
Thanks!