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Brigitte

My name is Brigitte, and I have a sad story despite my young age of barely 18 months. I somehow ended up at the vet to be euthanized, just ‘because’. It seems I lived with 2 senior ladies (very senior), one with Alzheimer, one affected with Senility, and the older one was hurting me. So the younger sister, brought me to the vet to have me euthanized, in order to save me from being hurt.

So….. here I am, at Sophie’s Dog Adoption. I am very sweet, even though a little skittish, have taken a liking to her adult son, so guys are more my thing. I am very stressed around senior ladies (no offense to anyone), but I can certainly learn to come around and be trusting with time, patience and love.

I am a little anxious still, so a bit whiny at times, but not a barky dog. I am getting along with all the dogs here, small, big, pitbull, dominant, submissive, I just walk away from the ones I don’t care to be around.

I am clean, don’t chew stuff up, bark at the door, but not at everything I hear, and am learning to be crate-trained as I feel safe and secure in my little space.

Honey

My name is Honey, and I came to Sophie’s Dog Adoption with probably another ‘phoney’ story.  I was supposedly being kicked by a young man, and a young girl walking down the street saw this, saw me run towards her, grabbed me and continued… Hmmm… That sounds all nice, but not very convincing when you look more  into it…..

So for two weeks I lived with a young girl who ‘saved’ me, but the got fed up and called Sophie to take me in, which she understood I had justs been ‘rescued’ from the street…. Hmmmm..

She named me Honey, and I am really a sweet girl.  I am about 4 months old, maybe Rottie or Dobie, with some Shepherd, maybe Bernese, it’s hard to say.  Shepherd feet, Rottie face, white patch on my chest, what Sophie calls a 100% pure mutt!

I know my name, know how to sit, am learning not to jump in the bowl of food/water, in other words, learning some good manners.  I am getting the hang of housetraining, but will need some positive reinforcement to really get it.

Tyler

My name is Tyler, I’m a Pitbull puppy, born around mid November 2010, and by the age of five weeks was taken away and put in a new home. That didn’t last very long as two weeks later I was already looking for another home.

I’m a male, obviously Pitbull mix, but not sure with what. Of course I’m all cute, fun and adorable, but there is a devil side to me because I really didn’t start off with the right socialization.

Presently I’m getting some basic education at a school so that I can be well behaved when I start my new life.

Puppies are a challenge, and Pitbulls have a stigma, so if you want to adopt me be ready to fully commit. I do not want to be a statistic who is returned after a couple of years.

Bello

I am Bello!  The cutest little 8 week old pup you’ve ever seen, one blue eye, one brown eye.  I am a Rotweiller/Husky mix, and this is my story:  Someone irresponsible guy  had a female Husky (Mom), she met a Rotweiller (Dad) and got pregnant. 7 Puppies later and barely 6 weeks old, we ‘had to go’… So the guy’s friend took me, for his friend.  Now keep in mind this guy is young.  Doing a good thing, helping the other guy place the unplanned, unexpected puppies.

So he takes me to his friend, this friend keeps me 24 hours, and shows up on his doorstep the next day to say ‘I’m not cut out for a puppy – here, take him back’.  So now the second guy is stuck with me, can’t take me back to the first guy as we ‘had to go’ – I’m no longer his responsibility….

So the second guy pleads with his parents to keep me while I find a home, but this is Mom’s third time around, she knows you don’t just place a puppy like that, this is not the first time the son brings home a pup!

So after trying to see what the best thing for me would be, she somehow heard of Sophie’s Dog Adoption and decided this was my best option.  So I am now looking for that responsible, committed, loving family who will take me in and raise me well, give me everything I need to ensure my well-being and make me a part of their family for the next 10-15 years.

At this young age, there is not much to say other than I am very cute.  But cute isn’t all you need to see to ensure a happy lifetime for  us together.  I will be going through all the stages of puppyhood, and due to my breed mix, I can easily become a ‘bad’ dog if all you do is see how ‘cute’ I am.

Hubert

My name is Hubert, and I am a gorgeous, 4 year old Grand Duke Basset Hound.  I am a big boy, not overweight, but a big frame, weighing in at 62 lbs. I am very mellow, sweet, friendly, and a real gem.  However, don’t leave an open door or take me off leash, as I sure can run!  You wouldn’t think that from my short legs, but boy can I go!

I was to be ‘euthanized’ because suddenly at the age of 4, I ‘growled’ at the 14 year old daughter of the house.  Dad said it was unacceptable and that I had to be put down.  Seriously, I don’t even remember growling at her, and if I did, she probably bugged me!

So a young lady rescued me (she has a soft spot for Bassets), but knowing she could not add me to her existing pack, she called Sophie and here I am.  The one thing she’s hoping and would love is to be able to find out where I go, so I’m asking the family/person who adopts me to please let this young girl be in touch with you, as without her, I would in fact have been euthanized.

So far I have proven to be wonderful, nobody can believe I actually growled at anyone, let alone a family member, however I am not a ‘playful’ dog, so little kids might not be my cup of tea.

I had gums that had overgrown on my teeth, as well as a bad case of gum disease, so I’ve been all taken care of thanks to this wonderful young girl and her family, and I am ready to find a new home.  I have been neutered, had gum surgery and teeth cleaning and have a clean bill of health.  Blood tests, urine analysis, stool analysis, all that could be done was done to ensure I am healthy.

I do have a condition called Interdigital Furunculosis (http://www.merckvetmanual.com/mvm/index.jsp?cfile=htm/bc/70800.htm) between my toes, which is being treated now, but may be recurring, or I may be prone to this due to my very deep and big toes.  This may require ‘foot baths’ with Epson salt on a regular basis, but is very treatable and preventable.  Don’t let that scare you!

I hope to find a forever family, at 4 years of age I have quite a few years left and don’t want to bounce around from family to family.  So please, do the research about Bassets before you even contact Sophie.

Chico 5

My name is Chico 5, and this is my story.  I am a little over 4 years old, and was given up because I was pretty much running the house.   I lived with teens, and had even started biting them when things didn’t go my way.  My game was showing my teeth, growling, and trying to bite (sometimes succeeding) everyone who even looked at me, let alone touch me.

So the only rescue who agreed to take a little devil like me was Sophie’s Dog Adoption. She already knew I would need some serious ‘boot camp’ restructuring, and she was right.  I am a truly charming, wonderful, loving little dude, but I will test my limits.

I also came to Sophie in such a state of neglect, that was reason alone to bite.  It took her 5 hours of grooming spread over 2 days.  I had a thickness of matted undercoat at least 2 inches.  She literally had to shave me down with a surgical blade as nothing would go through that.  My ears were sticking out to the side they were so thick from matted hair.

Now that I am shaved like a rat (she left me some bangs and somewhat of a tail), I am a whole new dude.  I didn’t even know I had ears, now that they ‘flop’, they actually bug me and I’ve tried to shake them off.  Sophie says it is sad to see this, she sees it way too often.

But now I am in Heaven.  Being structured, trained, socialized with dogs, cats, and getting to learn that I am no longer King of the Castle, no longer Boss, I am the little Chico who needs to respect humans.  And I am proving to be a great student.

Obviously I could revert to my old ways, so someone very alpha and/or experienced with devils like me is the only way to go.  Ideally no kids, or very experienced one as well, not too young, but other than that pretty much any kind of loving, structured, active family would be great for me.

I have proven to be clean in the house, not destructive, don’t have separation anxiety and we’re working on the barking.  I’m hoping for a home before I have to change foster homes, as I am in a very temporary place right now while doing the major training work!

Maya 4

My name is Maya 4, and my story is one of absolute luck and fate! I was being brought in at the Vet’s office by an ‘acquaintance’ to be euthanized as I ‘may have cancer’, and Sophie was there!

She noticed me the minute I walked through the door as I have very special Pug eyes (big and googly!). She started talking to the man bringing me in about my funny looking face, and was told I was here to be put down! After talking to the guy for a while, Sophie and him decided I was going to live despite what my family wanted. So he called my family and explained I was being rescued, and off I went.

Sophie called my family, no one had even taken me to a vet. There is no cancer, just some bladder stones which are causing some bleeding in the urine. I’m on meds, special food, and in a month we’ll see where we stand and Sophie will have me operated on if need be!

Seriously! I love life, I’m absolutely gorgeous, funny looking, have a beautiful coat, and a wonderful personality.

If you are looking for a 40 lb (I need to lose a few pounds), mellow, affectionate Cocker Spaniel, than I’m the one you’ve been waiting for!

Rocky 4

Rocky 4, that’s me! They say I’m a Boston Terrier but Sophie thinks I may be mixed. I have blue eyes and my face is totally white. Maybe some Frenchie?

I’m about two years old and quite high energy, which is why I’m already on at least my third home at such a young age. I still need to get neutered, which will be done soon, and hopefully that will settle me down a little bit. Right now I’m very annoying to other dogs as I want to dominate everyone, a lot of it is hormonal.

I’m good with cats, even though curious, but could learn to live with them as I’ve been exposed to many.

Otto

My name is Otto and I’m just under a year old. I’m a weird looking little thing, and I had a weird kind of beginning as my first mom passed away and I ended up with a family member who thought I was too much to handle.

So here I am a Yorkshire Teckel mix, Mom was the hairy one, Dad was the short legged one, so that combination made cute little me.

I’m a good little dog, but definitely energetic as I’m a teenager with lots of Terrier.  I’m good with other dogs, cats, would be good with kids who don’t pull my hair and love people. Friendly, sweet, cute, affectionate, all those are my qualities. My faults? I’m a Terrier!

Cookie 2

I’m Cookie 2, a sweet six year old Shih-Tzu who is looking for a loving home. I’m what Sophie and my foster home call a perfect dog. I have never had accidents in the house, don’t have any behavioral issues, can stay alone during the day, get along great with the family dog and cat, love kids and any human who wants to cuddle with me.

I do have one problem, it’s my left eye. The story on what happened is not very clear, but I may or may not have had surgery at one point which has left me partially blind in that eye. I came with eye drops which the foster home has been putting in regularly, but my eye seems to get very dry and needs cleaning every day. I’m due for a checkup to find out more about the future of this eye, but it is suspected that I will need drops for the rest of my life.

Don’t let that be a setback for you, I’m absolutely charming and once you know me you will not be able to resist. I may be six but I have a good ten years in front of me as I’m healthy and very active and playful.

Tyson 4 – In November

  • October 28th, 2010 – Sophie wins a Stay of execution on my death sentence in Superior Court. The order is temporarily suspended until the case is heard. I’m free to go home with a strict court order forcing me to be muzzled at all times in public. First half of the battle is over with.
  • November 2nd, 2010 – Sophie drives out of town to get me out of hiding after nearly 4 months. I am free as a bird and can enjoy a normal foster life until Superior Court decides if the city’s power to have an innocent victim like me killed is in fact legal. I’m confident that Sophie will win the other half of the battle.

For now I’m enjoying the city life, with a wonderful bunch of people who give me belly rubs, rub behind my ears, give me kisses, hugs, and shower me with love. They say I’m exceptional and totally understand why Sophie is fighting so hard to keep me alive. Of course I wear that darn muzzle the minute I leave the apartment, but since my foster home has no pets I can truly enjoy a normal life. The muzzle will be part of my life forever and I will learn that putting it on means going for a walk.

The city asked the courts that I not be put up for adoption until this is settled, but Sophie would apply to the Superior Judge for that permission if there was a potential adopter. Keep in mind my problem has nothing to do with aggression, simply a lack of knowing how to interact with other dogs, so Sophie is convinced that she will win since I was evaluated by a professional who confirms I am no threat, danger, nor risk to any human.

Ideally Sophie would love for a lawyer to adopt me, so they could help her fight this to ensure a win. I really don’t want to die.

Sunshine

It’s been almost five months since I delivered my 7 little Rays, and have now gotten most of my shape back. I am now known as Sunny and have been adopted by my foster home who just couldn’t let me go.

The best thing is that my “grand parents” adopted my little Rayko, so I will see him grow up and forever remain his Mom. We don’t live in the same city, but we will see each other during the holidays, vacations, etc…

I have turned into a beautiful and happy girl, that butt of mine is constantly doing the wiggle. One thing I have learned to love is butter. I guess I felt too skinny for a long time so a little butter helped me put on the weight.

Askim

Yay! I have been adopted. My turn finally came and at the age of almost one year, I now have a family I can call my own.

It’s been a bit of a struggle because of my anxiety, but after a couple of weeks in my new home, I’m starting to relax more and more, and being such a wonderful dog in every other aspect, love took over and I’m now an official member of the family.

I will keep on improving in hopes that this will in fact be my forever home.

Molly 8 & Hurley

Let me introduce myself, Hurley, a six year old English Bulldog and my younger “sister”, Molly 8, a four year old Bulldog like me.

We are hoping to be adopted together as we do enjoy each others company, but if splitting us up is the only way to find us homes, then we will have no choice.

We are both quite big, of the stocky kind, however Molly 8 is also what I would call overweight. Myself, I am a big boy, but still have a waist.

Obviously we both need some exercise and a reduced diet, as our previous family was compensating their lack of time for us with food.

We are both very affectionate, cuteness is in the eye of the beholder, but I consider myself cuter then Molly 8. I have a beautiful dark face, while Molly 8 is mostly white.

English Bulldogs are not for everyone, as people who know our breed understand and realize that we have more possibilities of health issues due to our genetically engineered shape especially when it comes to our legs and our noses. We are often prone to developing breathing problems and arthritis as we get older. So if you want to adopt us keep in mind that in several years you may need to give us special care in order for us to have a long and healthy life. If you decide to take us in, we will be forever grateful and will shower you with love.

Pablo

My name is Pablo, like that crazy painter Picasso, but I’m not crazy. More like a Tasmanian Devil, as I’m only a 4 month old little Shih-tzu.

Obviously I’m cute as a button, look like a little stuffy toy and anyone who sees me automatically falls in love. BUT, I’m a puppy, a small breed at that, which means at least one year of a little terror trying to run your house. So if you’re thinking of adopting me, you better be ready for the challenge that raising a puppy like me to become a well balanced and social butterfly entails.

Just like Ace, Sophie knows she will be swapped with requests but again will be very selective on who I actually end up with. Too many people think of us cute little things as toys, which we are not.

Tyson 5

I’m Tyson 5, the almost 9 year old Pug who was living with Fluffy 2 and like him I am looking for a home.

I’m the funniest and really cutest of the two. I’m short and stocky, make all those alienish Pug noises, and when Sophie arrived I actually beat Fluffy 2 to her lap and was already kissing her face by the time he was wagging his tail trying to get her attention.

So I’m even more affectionate then Fluffy 2, even though I’m a bit less active despite my younger age, because of my breed and shape.

I’m already getting white in the face which makes me look my age, but just like Fluffy 2, don’t let that fool you as I’m very healthy and active. I also enjoy my daily walks, and can also stay alone while you’re gone to work.

Fluffy 2

My name is Fluffy 2 and I’m a 10 and half year old male Shih-tzu. But hey, don’t let my age fool you. I’m still very healthy, very active for my age, barely starting some cataracts, the only thing really is my teeth will probably need a good cleaning within the next year.

I have been living with Tyson 5, a Pug, but now we are both looking for homes. Even though I have lived with him for the last 8 years, we never really bonded closely and were always quite independent of one another. So we are being split up for adoption, which is fine with both of us.

I love toys especially balls and can amuse myself while your at work, I’m fully house trained, hardly ever bark, and love going for my daily walks. When Sophie came to pick us up, I went to greet her right away, brought her my ball, and hopped on her lap to give her kisses and receive some affection. I’m good with other dogs, love people, and don’t have a mean bone in me. Because of my age I would see myself with an older person who wants an easy companion to hug and cuddle with.

Shelby

They (people) call me Shelby, I am a young female Sheltie who was found as a stray near a local park in Montreal. I’m about one year old, was very scared when I was found, it took over an hour to be able to catch me as I would come up to people but then would run off as soon as they extended their hands or showed me a leash.

Eventually I was caught and when Sophie came to pick me up, I bit her hand out of fear. After more then three weeks, no one seems to be looking for me as there have been no posters put up in the area, no ads posted on the net, no calls into the S.P.C.A and no response to any ads posted about me being found.

Sophie has now decided it’s time to find me a new home. What I’ve been able to show so far, since I cant talk is that I was fully paper trained (it took days before I would even do anything outside), I had never had a leash and collar around my neck (as it took a lot of struggling and some biting to get the collar around my neck), but I have now learned to go out on a leash and do my business outside.

I’m playful and enjoy the company of other dogs, a bit afraid of strangers, more specifically men, but getting better at meeting new people. I am extremely sweet and affectionate, love giving kisses and getting attention from people I trust.

Sophie thinks I may have lived with a senior lady who didn’t really take me out much, however seemed to take very good care of me as I am healthy and have been very well groomed and taken care of.  Someone is probably missing me out there, just like I miss having a home of my own.

Silver

I’m Silver, the young Australian Shepherd puppy who zipped by the S.C.D.D pound like a Silver bullet, thankfully missing it and landing at Sophie’s Dog Adoption. That was the luckiest day so far but now I had an even better day as I was officially adopted by a wonderful, caring couple.

I’ve been renamed Oliver, and so far have been a very smart and eager to learn puppy, and hopefully will make my new family as happy as they have made me.

Everybody who meets me finds it hard to believe that at barely five months old, I could of ended up on death row since I’m such a gorgeous dog. Goes to show that gorgeous puppies end up in Quebec pounds just as much as old decrepit senior dogs. That’s why Sophie always stresses the fact that a dog is for life.

Radar

I have found my Palace.

I was adopted this week and though miniature Pinschers are usually bossy, let me tell you that I ain’t no boss here! You see, my new Dad and I live with three cats who actually think they own the place.

It sure looks like they do as most of the furniture is for them. Cat beds, cat condos, scratching poles, they own toilet, so basically I’m hoping they will let me move in at least a tiny bed into their home.

There’s also a bird, but he’s more like the watchdog. So between the cats who run the house and the bird who stands guard, I really just get to lay around, play with toys, get treats, belly rubs and just enjoy life in this Palace. I’ve given myself one job, waking up my Dad by sticking my cold little nose in his ear!