So at the time when I got Shasta I had just given up my other dog.(A pit cross) So there was some sadness there but it was good too. It was a day at the street fair in a little town we lived in and there was puppies there. I asked for one being only 14 at the time. (Now about to turn 18) I couldn't get one. But my mom did say that we could go ask a friend about going with us later that week to amusement park. I couldn't wait for that and it sounded fun since we had met them there anyways. So as we pulled into there drive way there was a dog changed onto a dog house. She barked at us but all I could say was "That dog is cool" My mom thought I had lost it. As we went in and talked the lady of the house said that the dog was born right there but couldn't come in because it would poop in the house. So it lived there on the side of there house. After some more talking and a little begging my mom said yes that we could take Shasta home and try her out for a week. Once there I groomed her all up (Mostly just shaved her down) so she could come into our house. For the next 4 hours I was in my room with her just working on getting her to come over to me. After that and having me leave for work with my mom and so forth I found out she would poop in the house if not locked in a crate. So we worked on that and just getting her used to people. It took close to 3 years before she wouldn't run from my mom and we could pass her food without her having to hide to eat it. Now she thinks she's a small dog and happy as ever. She's also really good with kids and everything. So good that she didn't even mind my mom's crazy old dog.

I rescued Alfie 4 years ago. I started out as his foster mom and adopted him because I fell so in Love with him and he was so previousley abused I needed to be sure that he would never be treated bad again. He has been such a little Love Bug. I just dont understand how anybody could hurt an Animal. Alfie and my other boy Sammy are budddies and they get along very well. When I first brought Alfie home he was so scared of everybody, so i just let him come to me on his time. I didnt want to crowd him and scare him. he didnt even know what to do with a squeeky toy, he watched me and sammy play with the squeeky and before long he wanted to play. Now it is one of his favorite things to do. He also Loves to dance. I Love both of my Dogs more than anything and I wish I had more room so I could foster and adopt 2 more. Rescueing my Alfie is the best thing I have done. I still foster but not as much. Alfie get pretty jeoulous of other Dogs.

Toes was my choice after several visits to Cats 1st, a no kill feral cat rescue for mostly kittens. There were so many kittens to pick from. Since she was the largest of her litter, she really stood out and she has 8 toes on each of her front paws, so she was easy to name. She is a beautiful muted tortoise with very high energy and very inquisitive.

Then a friend took in a stray that showed up at her house and although she was allergic to cats, she fed her for weeks and let her in to sleep on her screen porch. When the snows came my friend could not bring her into the house and the shelters she contacted were full until after Thanksgiving. After hearing the story and meeting the cat, I volunteered to take her home for "a few days". This cat was so mild mannered and friendly, she stole your heart.

And so Socks, named for her distinctive long white stockings, became big sister to 6 month old Toes. Toes and Socks -the perfect pair. Lily my 4 year old mini dachshund rescue fit right in too. They all play, eat and sleep together. They give me so much love and entertainment everyday. Please rescue, life is short, make it worthwhile.

We adopted Byron from a home fostering him. He had been at a shelter and his time was up, so a rescue group took him to stay in a foster home. When they first got him he was very sick , so sick that he had lost his "voice" and his hearing. He has become so trusting, has gained weight, and is a very happy camper! I think he may be the loudest purrer I have ever heard. He adds so much joy to our household! Here is a thank you to all the fosters out there. Ours kept Byron safe until we could adopt him.

My husband and I volunteered at our local shelter and during this time, we made a promise to each other that there would be no more rescues, as we already had two adopted cats. My husband kept his promise; I didn’t. It was all Archie’s fault though. I was “kitty cuddling” one day when I saw him in his cage. He rolled, flipped and then reached thru the bars with those soft paws and he meowed at the top of his lungs (he still does this when he wants to get your attention) as if to say “just give me a chance”. At that moment I knew I would love this cat and of course both my husband and I adore him.

I was so surprised to see that he was in the Lonely Hearts Club and had been at the shelter about 2 months. Such a beautiful creature with his long silky fur and more surprisingly he had been returned twice before! Archie has issues I’ll admit. At first he would jump at me when I disciplined him. Who knows what kind of an unkind world he came from. With a little patience and kindness, he quickly overcame that and 2 years later he’s the sweetest baby ever and a wonderful playmate to our other cats. I sometimes remark that he’s not the sharpest tack in the box and my husband always says “well he was smart enough to find the most loving home a cat could ever have!”

IN 2009 I lost My Husky/Hybrid to a Stroke I was Heartbroken .. So My Husband said I could get a New Baby .. I went online looking for a Golden Retriever @ Golden Ret Rescue of California .. I found Ginger bear She was thin frail abused very skiddish .. I Got her home fattened her Up fed her treats and snacks in a Month she was a whole new dog I took her to groomers and wow she was 3 shades Brighter :-) I love her so much the best thing I ever did was Rescue my Ginger bear <3

My neighbor had called repeatedly, saying she needed to see me as soon as I returned home from work. I hadn't known her for long, so I was curious as to what could be so important.

I arrived next door and saw the usual assortment of dogs. And then something very small whizzed past me. She was only 5 months old and running around like lightning flashes. Her hair was long and in her eyes. I asked "who's this?" and she was scooped up and held out to me "She's yours, if you want her", Sandra said. Of course I wanted the wiggly, adorable little Yorkie. She was a miniature of my neighbor's dog, Hannah, whom I fell in love with when I met her. And she was the exact opposite of my beloved, calm, handsome, aging Golden Retriever, Garcia. I thought she would be great company for him.

Karlie's owner had brought her in to the local Petco where Sandra works, saying she couldn't keep her. I suspect she just gave up on her - she wasn't housetrained. After falling head over heels for her, my family worked hard to be consistent and loving, and in 5 months, she learned to steal hearts and go to the bathroom outside.

Karlie is three now, and not a moment goes by that we aren't captivated by her sweet, silly personality, and her ability to communicate and boss us all around. We weren't looking for another dog, but we thank Sandra and God every day for our newest family member!

Hi, My name is Special,

I was adopted on 8/10/12, My mommy came into the shelter and she spotted me.

I was the only little dog in that place, my other friends they were bigger then me.

When I saw my mommy and she seen me; we both gave each other big smiles.

I was waging my tail of course my mommy don't have a tail so she could not wag one.

She was standing at the cage thinking that I was a male, But I fooled her.

I know she didn't know who I was, because there was no paper on the cage door.

She left out of the room for awhile, and I was thinking she was not coming back.

It took her awhile to find out all about me; I then over heard that they could not find

any information about me.

They were out by the office talking about me, and that I may had been adopted.

So my mommy was not giving up on me she made sure they went back to find

papers on me.

It took them two hours and they had found the paper work.

They came back to my cage and took me out to go visit my mommy.

I was so happy because I got to go into my mommies warm hands.

And I know my mommy was going to be the one to be my mommy.

Then I was so filled with joy, because my mommy said I want her.

She had to pay a small fee, but she said it was all worth it.

Then I got to ride in the car, and ended up in my new home.

We both go for walks every day, I get to eat good healthy food.

But she will not allow me to eat people food, But that's alright with me.

I get to sleep with her every night

I got the best mommy in the world, and she got the best friend in the world. "Me"

Thank You for Taking The Time to Read our Story.

Loretta, and Special.

I was picked up by the ACC walking the streets, alone, scared and hungry. Someone had called and said they had seen me for a couple of weeks. I was swooped up and taken and dumped in a cage, around barking dogs and no kind faces. I watch people come and go and nothing. Soon I developed kennel cough, so now my days were numbered. In walked my Mommy, but she did not know it yet.

I saw her look at another dog, which was a min-pin and she asked for both of us to be taken out of the cage. She said the dog meant for her would pick her, not her them.. Well I gave my best performance and guess what, she fell in love.

This was in Nov of 2011, I was going to spend my Thanksgiving in a forever home.. Yipee

My mom had to wait to fix me, because I was sick and the medicine given to her did not work. She took me to the vet and did not stop until I was well, spending money that was hard on her due to her being disabled, but she said I was worth it.

I now enjoy being loved and I have gotten over having to sleep with her to make sure she did not disappear and I know that when she leaves she will return. I am happy and so is she, we rescued each other.

Half Pint was found at a horse farm where he seemed to have gotten kicked by a horse in the face. His left eye was hanging out of his face and crusted over. He still walked around and acted like everything was hunky dory. We rescued him, when the ranch owner didn't want to keep the cat inside after his eye removal. He was going to be put to sleep. I couldn't do it. He was so filled with such life and character, loving everyone including giant dogs. So he got the operation and has good sight in his right eye. He was only 3 lbs when we rescued him. The vet stated that he was actually 6 months old, can you believe it. He is now 4 lbs, 7 months old. He's always going to be small but doesn't appear to have any problem navigating around the house, playing like a little demon and living it up. He longs to go outside but he is too small and doesn't have enough sight to be safe. So he has to be happy with outings with his mommy and daddy watching. He's a daddy's boy and daddy is Half Pint's forever. He said that little boy wasn't going anywhere.