Pet adoption stories

[gsk8]

So I had two dogs when I came across a posting that was looking for a home for this little guy. His name was "Link" but I call him "Linkovitch."

When I called the rescue, they said his owner had died and the dog was found dehydrated and malnurished during a wellness check. They tried to rehome the dog four times, but he doesn't like women.

I said I would give it a try as long as he doesn't bite. Incidentally, when he was first treated at a vet, they found chicken bones and a bread tie embedded in his little gums. Long story short, they ended up pulling 13 teeth.

I figured if he didn't like women, he'd just curl up next to my husband and I would just feed him.

The first day, he would not leave my side! He cried when I went to bed, so I put him up there with us and he snuggled between our heads. For four years, that is now where he sleeps! LOL...

I can't take a shower or go to the bathroom without him scratching at the door and whining. If I leave to go somewhere, he just cries. My husband says he just goes room to room looking for me.

But we love him and he has grown very healthy! Before, he walked around with his tail between his legs. Never barked. Now he runs with out other dogs and has become a part of the pack - a real dog - who has learned to bark, albeit rusty

He's 14 now, and has the best life!

Do you have an adoption story?

 

[elbkup]

That is an awesome story!! Looks like a Chihuahua.. an awesome affectionate feisty breed for sure and so cute

I follow this guy on YouTube..
he is British and lives in Spain and has taken up the plight of the National dog breed, the Podengo, advocating for humane treatment on all levels. He started with one, Nala, shown in this video, added another called Monkey and I believe has added a third! He is a musician too and sings to the dogs, takes them on sunrise beach runs and hiking in the mountains. They have a very active lifestyle. One characteristic of the breed is “mouth snappies” explained in the film. He is a one man force for better conditions for the dogs throughout the country.
As a musician he is concerned about AI, the music industry and its implications for artists all of which he explains eloquently and humorously here. Worth a look!

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[elbkup]

In March 2021 I adopted an 11 year old dog from Soi Dog, an animal rescue in Thailand. Her name was Hangbaum but gave her the name Hannah, the only name that was close to her original name. Hannah was blind from glaucoma, discovered too late to save her sight, and sad because she is a sight hound, typically known as an Asian Street Dog. In recent years these dogs have been linked to Ridgebacks and they are slowly being bred as Thai Ridgeback registered. They come all colors black (like Hannah) being most common and the “ridge” can be nonexistent to several inches wide down the center of the back. Hannah is one of these; tho her ridge is nonexistent she has all the characteristics otherwise. They are elegant and can be intimidating; on her first vet visit here in the US the waiting room went quiet when I brought her in.. one gentleman finally spoke up and said “beautiful dog” but no one ventured to ask “What is she?”. Hannah has shared my home 5 years, navigating her new life with courage and enthusiasm, no small feat without eyes in a strange climate.. snow took some getting used to. She is now age 16; had a bout with old dog vestibular last summer but rallied and made it through the winter. However the vestibular is back and her back legs give out often. I am hoping to see her through one more summer; if her mobility rebounds like it did last year things look good. I will do whatever extra work necessary to make it happen as long as she is comfortable and pain free. If she goes into crisis then that is another matter. But whatever happens it has been a privilege to know, love, care for my brave beautiful girl.
Photos are her when she first arrived in Connecticut at age 11 progressive to present day..

 

[gsk8]

What a beautiful dog!!

I'm so sorry to hear about the vestibular issues. I had that happen with one of my dogs as well, and it's not fun At least Hannah has a great home and a wonderful owner for her senior days!

 

[elbkup]

What a beautiful dog!!

I'm so sorry to hear about the vestibular issues. I had that happen with one of my dogs as well, and it's not fun At least Hannah has a great home and a wonderful owner for her senior days!

Just wanted to mention I had two Chihuahuas when I lived in NH.. mother and daughter, rescued. They were a joy
Have been asked why I adopted from Thailand instead of here since there are so many in shelters in this country. A couple of reasons, one being the dog meat trade there, giving at least one life the chance to live to its last natural moments. Another reason is my sister has had a long 45 year career as a veterinary technician, a good one, has a long-standing relationship with Soi Dog, adopted many dogs and cats from there and begged me to take one. The country has made great strides in controlling the street dog population and the “trade” is now banned in part due to the rescue organizations now established throughout the country. Have adopted dogs from shelters in the US my whole adult life too! Thanks!

 

[Mathematician]

Linkovich, that's a nice name. It is similar to my Dog's name, Lincoln, a name given to him by the shelter which rescued him from poor conditions, whom I have been fostering for some months now. He is a German-Belgian (Malinois) Shepherd mix, I suppose:

Smile!

Love him so much—wish I could keep him.

 

[elbkup]

Linkovich, that's a nice name. It is similar to my Dog's name, Lincoln, a name given to him by the shelter which rescued him from poor conditions, whom I have been fostering for some months now. He is a German-Belgian (Malinois) Shepherd mix, I suppose:

Smile!

Love him so much—wish I could keep him.

Oh my gosh!! Look at that face!
You just want to grab him and hug him. Fostering is a challenge.. kind of a balance between love, distance and total commitment. A lot of work along with heartache and joy. The family down the road from me adopted a huge golden Labrador Retriever last year named Legend. He was in the bomb-sniffing training program at the federal level and failed his final tests. He loves people and launches himself when I visit so I need to brace myself! It would seem the country setting where I live is is ideal to adopt but that is misleading; people here are like everywhere else.. good and bad pet owners. The worst abandon pets in the woods when they no longer want them. Wild animals can be badly treated here too. I follow the community Facebook pages for loss and recovery; it’s amazing how many are found with no homes and end up in shelters .. cats too. Responsible ownership is rare enough where love, devotion and commitment balance out. I love his name (a personal connection); he looks happy and content. You are obviously doing wonderfully with him. Keep us posted on your progress in finding his furever home

 

[gsk8]

Linkovich, that's a nice name. It is similar to my Dog's name, Lincoln, a name given to him by the shelter which rescued him from poor conditions, whom I have been fostering for some months now. He is a German-Belgian (Malinois) Shepherd mix, I suppose:
Smile!
Love him so much—wish I could keep him.

What a handsome boy!! It sure looks like you are doing a great job!

 

[CoyoteChris]

So I had two dogs when I came across a posting that was looking for a home for this little guy. His name was "Link" but I call him "Linkovitch."

When I called the rescue, they said his owner had died and the dog was found dehydrated and malnurished during a wellness check. They tried to rehome the dog four times, but he doesn't like women.

I said I would give it a try as long as he doesn't bite. Incidentally, when he was first treated at a vet, they found chicken bones and a bread tie embedded in his little gums. Long story short, they ended up pulling 13 teeth.

I figured if he didn't like women, he'd just curl up next to my husband and I would just feed him.

The first day, he would not leave my side! He cried when I went to bed, so I put him up there with us and he snuggled between our heads. For four years, that is now where he sleeps! LOL...

I can't take a shower or go to the bathroom without him scratching at the door and whining. If I leave to go somewhere, he just cries. My husband says he just goes room to room looking for me.

But we love him and he has grown very healthy! Before, he walked around with his tail between his legs. Never barked. Now he runs with out other dogs and has become a part of the pack - a real dog - who has learned to bark, albeit rusty

He's 14 now, and has the best life!

Do you have an adoption story?


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People who adopt dogs and treat them well go to Heaven. Separation anxiety can be common and hard to deal with. We have come home from a long evening out and find 2 of our three dogs panting heavily as they miss being away from my wife. If I come home and she isnt here, they wont even lift their heads. If I come home and she is here, I get charged! LOL!

 

[CoyoteChris]

We have fostered for military families on TDY, et al, (Robbie in lower left) and taken over more dogs than I can count and have found excellent homes for two over the last 41 years. We have a dog memorial park with 6 cairns of volcanic rock on it....

 

[CoyoteChris]

This is Monty. We were only expected to keep him for a day but the adoptees came over and didnt want him, so we kept him for months till an Idaho corrections officer adopted him. He loved him but Monty was shaky around his cats so he brought him back. We next found him a home with an Oregon State Trooper and she loved him to death....it was a match made in Heaven.

 

[Diana Delafield]

I had always thought I would be hopeless at fostering a cat because I wouldn't want to let them go. My first attempt would be a foster-fail, and that would be it lest I end up with all of them as they came along. But a neighbour begged me to foster a kitten last year. She had volunteered to take in a motherless litter of three 8-week-olds, forgetting in her enthusiasm that we're only allowed a maximum of two pets in our condo complex. So she took two (who were then both foster-fails and now live with her permanently ) and I rather reluctantly took in little Oscar, not being sure how my old boy Spooky would like the idea but hoping he'd at least find the youngster amusing.

Oscar, it turned out, had no medium gear. He was either in full "run riot and tear up the place" mode, or asleep (which didn't happen often enough for the placid couch-potato Spooky). My boy is a Maine Coon, giant size, and could have squashed the small whirling dervish with one paw, but chose merely to make a dignified retreat whenever Oscar tried to get him to play. In the picture, Oscar is being play-aggressive, trying to taunt his big host into a wrestling match. Spooky is just watching. And sighing. And will then look at me with an expression of "Help, please? I'd really like to belt the little brat across the room, but he's so small! I need some rescue here?"

After what seemed like a very long week here, my neighbour said her brother had a friend who is an ER doctor working long and erratic hours. He wanted a pet to come home to, and thought an indoor cat would be a better fit for his work schedule than a dog. So he came to meet my guest, who took one look at him and ran straight up his pants leg and sweater and ended on his shoulder, batting at the guy's beard. Love at first sight. I hear they're still buddies, the young doctor coming home to an apartment strewn with toys and climbing posts and tunnels, and the now adult Oscar always delighted to see him again. Initiating games that take his human's mind off some of the horrors and tragedies of his job. And Spooky and I have contented ourselves with occasionally baby-sitting Oscar's quieter litter brother and sister from next door when their Mum goes away on short vacations.

Edit: I was all set to add a really cute picture of tiny Oscar, tail up and fluffed, dancing sideways in front of huge Spooky who is looking calmly down at the little pipsqueak and not reacting. But when I put that particular card into my laptop, I got an error message: This disk has been corrupted and cannot be read by your computer. Waaah! It was full of such cute cat and kitten pictures. (Sniff.)

 

[CoyoteChris]

I had always thought I would be hopeless at fostering a cat because I wouldn't want to let them go. My first attempt would be a foster-fail, and that would be it lest I end up with all of them as they came along. But a neighbour begged me to foster a kitten last year. She had volunteered to take in a motherless litter of three 8-week-olds, forgetting in her enthusiasm that we're only allowed a maximum of two pets in our condo complex. So she took two (who were then both foster-fails and now live with her permanently ) and I rather reluctantly took in little Oscar, not being sure how my old boy Spooky would like the idea but hoping he'd at least find the youngster amusing.

Oscar, it turned out, had no medium gear. He was either in full "run riot and tear up the place" mode, or asleep (which didn't happen often enough for the placid couch-potato Spooky). My boy is a Maine Coon, giant size, and could have squashed the small whirling dervish with one paw, but chose merely to make a dignified retreat whenever Oscar tried to get him to play. In the picture, Oscar is being play-aggressive, trying to taunt his big host into a wrestling match. Spooky is just watching. And sighing. And will then look at me with an expression of "Help, please? I'd really like to belt the little brat across the room, but he's so small! I need some rescue here?"

After what seemed like a very long week here, my neighbour said her brother had a friend who is an ER doctor working long and erratic hours. He wanted a pet to come home to, and thought an indoor cat would be a better fit for his work schedule than a dog. So he came to meet my guest, who took one look at him and ran straight up his pants leg and sweater and ended on his shoulder, batting at the guy's beard. Love at first sight. I hear they're still buddies, the young doctor coming home to an apartment strewn with toys and climbing posts and tunnels, and the now adult Oscar always delighted to see him again. Initiating games that take his human's mind off some of the horrors and tragedies of his job. And Spooky and I have contented ourselves with occasionally baby-sitting Oscar's quieter litter brother and sister from next door when their Mum goes away on short vacations.

Edit: I was all set to add a really cute picture of tiny Oscar, tail up and fluffed, dancing sideways in front of huge Spooky who is looking calmly down at the little pipsqueak and not reacting. But when I put that particular card into my laptop, I got an error message: This disk has been corrupted and cannot be read by your computer. Waaah! It was full of such cute cat and kitten pictures. (Sniff.)

I know the feeling. All my real pics are scanned and jpgs are all backup up on at least 3 "hard" drives and on the web.

 

[CoyoteChris]

This was Lindy, and you would never find a more mellow, well mannered malinois...we were fostering Lindy when the Mal rescue society sent over a lady Veterinarian and her daughter to check out Lindy. The Vet wanted a running partner and a dog to hang out at her clinic. We put them on a coach and let Lindy into the room, and I will be darned if Lindy just didnt go hop up on the couch, lay down, and put her head in the daughter's lap. Done deal! LOL!

 

[gsk8]

Oscar, it turned out, had no medium gear. He was either in full "run riot and tear up the place" mode, or asleep (which didn't happen often enough for the placid couch-potato Spooky).

Our cats have "zoomies" at night! So quiet during the day and then at 1AM it sounds like a circus!

 

[Diana Delafield]

Our cats have "zoomies" at night! So quiet during the day and then at 1AM it sounds like a circus!

Spooky still does the zoomies across my bed at 15 and with arthritis. He has a ramp to get up on the bed, and he runs up it and straight across me to drop off the other side. He weighs 20 lbs. it's like being run over by a bus in the dark.

 

[CoyoteChris]

Our cats have "zoomies" at night! So quiet during the day and then at 1AM it sounds like a circus!

My trainer wife of 10 years and I adopted a beautiful cat with zero personality.....until one day we decided to pop some pop corn and that cat came alive, begging...LOL! None of her cats ever did zoomies but dogs do, mostly outside....forever wife of 41 years is not into cats...I am not either after one peed through the comforter in the middle of the night.

 

[Diana Delafield]

My trainer wife of 10 years and I adopted a beautiful cat with zero personality.....until one day we decided to pop some pop corn and that cat came alive, begging...LOL! None of her cats ever did zoomies but dogs do, mostly outside....forever wife of 41 years is not into cats...I am not either after one peed through the comforter in the middle of the night.

Cats do that deliberately to make a formal complaint about something Human did wrong. What had you done or not done? (Either that, or you had expressed a lack of enthusiasm about cats and he/she was telling you the feeling was mutual They do that, too.)

 

[gsk8]

...or if they have a UTI or crystals. Very painful.

 

[Diana Delafield]

...or if they have a UTI or crystals. Very painful.

That too. That's when they're trying to tell you something is wrong. Spooky is too polite to use the quilt version, but I keep a puppy training pad under his litter pan because when his arthritis is flaring up, he makes a puddle on the powder room floor next to his pan. I was pretty dense at first but eventually I figured out it was a request for a very expensive painkiller injection for his hip joints. The pan has a little ramp to the cut-down end, so even with painful hips he's quite able to walk into it. The floor puddle was a signal, an attention-getter letting me know something was off in his life. I haven't made that mistake twice.