Yet another Paws for Life message…
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Silver
I have won the silver prize! My name is Silver, and here is the story on how fate luckily landed me right into Sophie’s hands instead of S.C.D.D’s gas chambers.
Sophie was over there doing a little investigative work at this shady pound, after having received confirmation that all dogs who are not sold eventually get gassed to death and that they do not allow rescue groups to take us out in order to save our lives, she ran into my Mum in the parking lot who was bringing me in to this horrible place.
Sophie approached her immediately, as the give away was the bag of food and a few knick-knacks under her arm and asked her why she was bringing me in. My Mum explained that she had severe allergies, but said the pound who had assured her I would not be put down. When she heard of Sophie’s encounter with S.C.D.D staff, she instantly decided to surrender me to Sophie as she knew in her heart that fate brought us all together and I would now have a true chance at a good life.
You see I’m just a four and a half month old, gorgeous, blue eyed, merle colored Australian Shepherd. I don’t deserve to end up in the system as a statistic but rather to be loved and grow up in a wonderful home. I avoided even five minutes of this stench of a horrible pound.
S.C.D.D and Paws for Life
Note: I amplified the sound but YouTube is having technical problems today, so you can download a copy of the video here: S.C.D.D and Paws for Life (Better Audio Quality).
The original can be found here: S.C.D.D and Paws for Life – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkA2v4iR7rs
Tyson 4 – In October
Whoo hoo! I’m off the Island of Montreal, enjoying the country side, the green pastures, the hills around me, the clean fresh cool air surrounding my new temporary hiding place. Sophie has not yet given up and despite the outrages amounts of money that I’m costing her, she will not let me down.
She knew that keeping me in solitary confinement in a tiny cell was driving me nuts more and more, as whenever she came for my daily outing, I was more and more hyper and excited to see her because I was getting restless. Now I can run, sniff the grass, lift my leg here and there and interact with wonderful, caring, loving people who can actually play with me and throw a ball around for me to run after and stretch them legs. I have lost a lot of muscle mass in the last 90 days and this will give me the chance to get some back.
Hopefully by the end of this month I will be back in Montreal, at Sophie’s (unless a foster home comes through) and no longer have to hide as Sophie not only promised me she would get this death sentence removed, things are actually in motion as she’s taking the City to Superior Court in order to have a Judge make a decision that will remove this power the City bullies have to kill a sweet guy like me just on the grounds that I’m a Pitbull. So I’m crossing everything I can cross and cant wait to hear from Sophie in ten days from now. If she doesn’t win this on Friday, she will need more money to keep me here until round II, even though it’s more expensive then where I was before, this like heaven compared to that.
Raylen
My turn has also come. I’m now being adopted on the same day as my other sister Raynelle. Even though my name is Raylen, my foster home had nicknamed me Albert, so I’m not sure what I’ll end up being called.
My new family has kids, so that’s gonna be a lot of fun for me as well as for them since we will be growing up together. I’m already 40lbs, not yet 4 months old, so I’m pretty sure I’m growing faster then them. So they better not bully me around, cause I’m the one with some bull mastiff in my genes. And by looking at me right now, it’s obvious I take more after Dad than my tiny Mom. Oh and I’m the biggest of the family and proud to be, everyone says what a gorgeous boy.
Raynelle
I’m finally in my new home. I’m not sure if I will keep the name Raynelle, but I’m happy to have my own loving family and regardless of what they call me, I will love it.
I’m living on the outskirts of Montreal, in a beautiful home in what I consider the countryside. The scenery is beautiful, the trees are colorful, the air is clean and soon it will be all white. This will be my first snow and I’m so looking forward to playing in it with my new family.
Coco
My name is Coco. I am a 4 year old Cocker Spaniel who is looking for a new home because my family had twins recently, and I really DO NOT like kids.
I am a very nervous dog, which makes me a bit of a fear biter, and with babies around, I will only get more and more nervous and anxious. I have been to many trainers, and my family was told that my character is not to be aggressive, I am just a fearful dog. I have also become the alpha male of the house, as my family spoiled me and weren’t assertive enough with me.
I was housetrained by 2 months and have never had an accident in the house. I do not chew on anything in the house, I am extremely clean in terms of doing poo and pipi outside. I am a very healthy dog, was well taken care of in terms of vet care and vaccines, I have also taken a blood test every 2 years to make sure I was healthy. I have always been fed with natural food containing no fillers, and I am used to greenies for snacks. I am little bit overweight, but very common with my breed, so I will need to keep fit by exercising and watching my diet.
I am highly trainable, and good with learning obedience commands. I know sit, lie down, go pipi, go for a walk, go outside, would you like a snack etc…
I am a wonderful, extremely smart and and very loving dog most of the time. I also a very beautiful dog, I get compliments from people all the time.
I recently went to a trainer again, and he said I will never be good with kids. I can be trained but will never be able to be trusted around kids. That is the sad reason my family has to give me up. They are very saddened, but know it is for the best of the kids.
Dale Brown
I have been given a first and last name. It’s Dale Brown! You see, I was “dropped off” in front of the Dalesville Church in Brownsburg Quebec. And when we say “dropped off” we literally mean it.
Someone drove by the Church on a Sunday, opened the car door, pushed me out and drove off. Of course I started running up the street after them, but my little legs couldn’t catch up. This nice couple who were the last to leave the Church, saw this and couldn’t believe their eyes. They came after me and picked me up before I got hit by traffic, and when they saw me up close they were shocked at the condition of my coat. It was so matted you couldn’t feel my body. It was like picking up a rolled up shaggy rug.
Not being able to reach Sophie right away they sent me to the local pound where they were told that I could only be held 72hrs but it was obvious no one claim me nor even want to “buy” me seeing my extremely neglected condition, they would have to put me down after 72hrs. This nice couple saw right away how sweet I was so made a deal to pull me back out after the 72hrs was up. Meanwhile Sophie came home, returned their phone call and made arrangements for me to go there when my time would be up. 72hrs later I was brought to Sophie’s.
She says she has seen a lot of neglected dogs in the last 15 years, but one with a “matted carpet of hair” that thick, she had never seen. She knew from the description she had been given that grooming me would take a while and had booked 2hrs at the do it your self place. She took one look at me and thought: 2hrs? Will my blade even go through this? Is this even doable?
It was, with patiences, time, caution and some darn good surgical blade, she was able to have decent results, even beyond her own expectations. I don’t know how I look but I sure feel like a new dog.
Sophie can communicate with us and we usually understand her, but I don’t speak human language “just body language” and cannot tell her what breed or mix I am. She says I look like mini version of the dog she grew up with, Monsieur, who was a Wire Haird Pointing Griffon. My face she says is identical, the body is what’s different as I’m only 22lbs have a long tail and she’s not sure what colour I will be when my hair grows out but she suspects it will be beige or gray with possibly some brown. You don’t want to know what colour I was, this bath was definitely my first. She thinks I’m between 10 to 16 months old.
Raylen
Raylen… Poor little me! My sister Rayann left yesterday to go to her new home, as the family came to meet us decided to take her. It was a split vote, 2:2 but in the end the “girls” won and took home the girl. So now I’m all alone and find it hard, as unlike Raynelle who has a buddy with her, I only had Rayann. No other four-legged friends here for me to play with.
I hope to find my forever home soon as I’m getting to be a really big boy (close to 30lbs) and would love for my future family to watch me grow into a BIG beautiful boy. I’ve heard Sophie say that some of her previous puppies have taken up to one year before finding that forever home and I’m hoping to find mine before I weight 90lbs.
Raynelle
Rayven, Raymond and Rayann, my siblings, have been adopted. Am I next? I’m Raynelle, Raymond’s “twin” and have been looking for my forever home which I hoped to find shortly after he was adopted but I’m still in foster care. However, It is looking very good for me as Sophie has an application pending for me which she says is looking very good. So hopefully with this new week coming after Thanksgiving, I will be giving my thanks to this new family for the wonderful future they promise to give me.
I’m crossing all my little toes in hopes that if in fact approved they will fall head over heels when they see my adorable little face and amazing personality and in fact decide to take me home with them.
Rayann
Here I am in my new home, I am Rayann, one of Sunshines 7 Rays. I was sad to leave my brother Raylen behind, but I was excited when the family who came to meet us picked me as the newest member of their family. I have become really big but my brother is still much bigger then me. I’m looking forward to growing up in my new home with my human siblings. I hope my brother Raylen gets adopted soon as he was left behind all alone.
Ace
Update: I found my forever home and Sophie will finalize my adoption in two weeks once I’m ready for the “chop-chop”.
My name is Ace, I’m nine weeks old and looking for a permanent home. I’m a Maltese / Yorkie mix who was purchased in a pet store less then a week ago by a young couple who just couldn’t resist my cute and pretty face. It didn’t take long for them to realize that it was an impulsive decision and they were not ready for such a commitment.
Knowing how easy it is to end up in the wrong hands, they called Sophie’s Dog Adoption and here I am.
There’s not a whole lot to say about such a young guy as myself other than I seem to be a very mellow and submissive little dude. Obviously my whole future and education / socialization will be in your hands.
Radar
I am cute, I am young and my ears are like radars. So I have been named Radar! I’m a ten month old male Min Pin (known as blue Min Pin) but Sophie suspects I might have some Chihuahua as there is something not quite right with my Min Pin look.
I came to Sophie’s Dog Adoption from a Chihuahua / Min Pin “breeder” who has too many dogs in her apartment and has been given ten days to get rid of us all.
I’m extremely skinny and will need to fatten up and learn a little housetraining, but I have a lot of potential and I am sweet, friendly, affectionate and eager to please.
Aaliyah
My name is Aaliyah, I’m an eight week old Pitbull mix little girl and here is my story: A young man who is still grieving the tragic loss of his Mom last year thought that getting a puppy would fill that void. He got me from a friend who had my Mum and us little rug rats and so he took me home at the age of six weeks.
After about a week he realized that this was not going to work out, being a student and also working. So one of his friends from school who wanted to help, not wanting me to just end up anywhere, told him that I could come home with her.
She took me home to meet the parents and her seven brothers and sisters and everybody was overjoyed with my arrival, except for Dad! He admired his oldest daughter for stepping up for me, but the reality was that with eight kids, full time jobs and a small apartment, I could not become a permanent member of the family.
So they called Sophie and here I am! I’m am now looking for that forever home but will need someone special. Remember, on my own at the age of six weeks and already bounced around – I have learned to be a feisty, tough and a dominant little Pit and certainly don’t want to end up with issues.
Chuck
I’m Chuck and I grew up to be a huge boy, I was supposed to be a Shepherd / Pitbull mix but it’s obvious someone in the family was a Great Dane. I was adopted this week by my foster home who saw me grow into the handsome fellow that I am now and couldn’t let me go.
I’m the one who had the lumpy ears that would remain atrophied, well you know what? They turned out to be cute, teeny-tiny ears, they just add to my charm.
I love this new home, a real family with parents, older kids and two older doggy sisters. They taught me everything I know and I respect them.
Walla Walla
Walla Walla is my name and running away was my game. I was found outside of the Indian reservation running around on someones property and being a Pitbull the lady was going to call the pound. Luckily, her grandson stopped a friend on the street to ask him if he could take me since I was such a sweet boy, extremely skinny and neglected and didn’t see much of a future for me if I was returned or sent to the pound.
Guess what the friend did? He called Sophie as he knew that with her I would have a real chance at a good life. So here I am, putting on weight, playing with Olivia, my foster sister – a red nose Pitbull. So far I have shown only good qualities, I walk well on a leash, I’m playful and friendly with other dogs, I seem to be housetrained and love being around people.
I’m looking for a home who will love me, nurture me and feed me as much as my belly needs for a growing boy like me as I’m most likely under two years old.
Howl-O-Een Pawty
Poochie Glam is donating 10% of the profits from the Howl-O-Een Pawty to Sophie’s Dog Adoption. Bring your pets for a costume party, prizes will be awarded for best costume.
Levi 3
After a couple of weeks back with Sophie’s Dog Adoption I have become somewhat needy and overly anxious. Even though I’m very impressive, I really am just a big baby who would love to be with someone all the time.
I’m wonderful with all dogs, have no problems with cats and a very friendly and affectionate dude with people I know. I am a Shepherd, so defiantly have that guard dog instinct and will defiantly protect my turf, be it the house, yard or car, I will let people know that I am here. I can at times get a little over protective and will need to learn that not all strangers are bad people.
My stay at Sophie’s is not helping my stress level as she has no time for all of us (the gang) and I’m lacking exercise. I was never happy being alone but in my last home I had another dog to keep me company. Since I’ve lost him, I can’t say that I really enjoy playing with the guys at Sophie’s since they’re half the size of my nose, and would rather go on the road with Sophie all day.
I’m somewhat of a Houdini, I can get out of locked cages, open doors, windows and gates. If I cannot escape I will cry like a baby until I finally see a human I like.
I’m a bit of a challenge both in terms of fostering and adoption as right now I need someone who is very available to work with me on this issue, so needs to be someone who is home allot or who can take me everywhere with them. I really do enjoy the car and can easily stay and protect it while you’re running errands. I guess I figured out that someone always comes back to the car so I have never freaked or panicked when left alone in it.
Sophie jokes around and says it’s to bad this is not Florida because then I could live in the car. And believe me no one would try to break into that car or think of stealing it. I would scare them right into the street, messing their pants.
If you need a big baby like me who will protect you and you’re stuff then contact Sophie as I need both a foster and or my final and forever home.
Maverick
The statistics don’t lie! First it was Levi 3, then it was Bert and now it’s me, Maverick, who has been returned almost after four years.
Back in 2006 I was a sweet teenage pup, adopted by what I had hoped would be my forever home. Sophie always makes sure there is plan in case of divorce or babies and she was told Mom would never give me up regardless of what life brought her. Grandpa had also told Sophie if there ever was an unforeseeable situation, he would take me in. Unfortunately I came back at the age of four, again looking for a home, and that was almost two years ago. So yoi guessed right, I’m now closer to 6.
You see, there was a separation and I went to stay with Mom. However after two years of being single, now having a “career” that is taking off, now living in a condo, she has decided that I no longer fit her lifestyle. She told Sophie that she feels trapped, I have made her a prisoner, that she loves me very much but it would be selfish for her to keep me as I need more then what she can give me (yea right!).
So the bottom line is I was young, I was cute, I was fun and now I guess I’m just a big black dog. The cuteness is gone, the puppyness is gone and I’m just now a big 90 lbs dog who needs more then she was willing to give me.
I’m great with dogs, kids, people but I don’t do so well around cats, squirrels, bunnies and etc…Les statistiques ne mentent pas! En premier c’était Levi 3, ensuite Bert et maintenant c’est moi, Maverick, qui a été retourné après presque quatre ans.
En 2006 j’étais un cute chiot adolescent, adopté par ce que j’esperais serait ma famille pour toujours. Sophie s’assure toujours qu’il y a un plan en cas de divorce ou bébé et elle s’était fait dire que Maman ne m’abandonnerait jamais peu importe ce que la vie lui amènerait. Même grandpère avait dit qu’en cas de situation difficile, il serait là pour moi. Malheureusement je suis revenu à l’âge de quatre ans, et ça fait maintenant bientôt deux ans. Donc vous avez deviné juste, j’ai bientôt six ans.
La raison est une séparation, au début je suis resté avec Maman. Mais après deux ans seule, et ayant maintenant une “carrière” qui commençait, habitant un condo, elle a décidée que je ne faisais plus parti de son style de vie. Elle a dit qu’elle se sentait coincée, que je la rendais prisonière, qu’elle m’aimait beaucoups mais qu’il serait égoiste pour elle de me garder, car j’ai besoin de plus qu’elle ne peut me donner (yeah right!).
Donc au bout de la ligne, j”étais jeune, j’étais mignon, j’étais amusant et maintenant je ne suis qu’un gros chien noir. L’air mignon est parti, le chiot en moi est parti et je suis maintenant un gros chien de 90 lbs qui a besoin de plus que ce qu’elle était prête a me donner.
Je suis super avec les chiens, enfants, gens mais je n’aime pas du tout les chats, écureuils, lapins, etc…
Little Rocky
I have finally found a family. I’m Little Rocky, and happy to say that I now have a beautiful house to live in and two human sisters to play with.
I am a loving little guy, always in a good mood, funny and a little fat around the belly and hope that my new sisters will help me trim down in order to be at my desired weight. I want to have a long life and truly enjoy the years to come.
