I got my wonderful rescue from Jo. Co Animal Shelter. She was 15lbs underweight, unspayed and had 6 bbs in her. She is the most grateful, well behaved and loving dog I have ever seen. You can tell she was abused but we have gained her trust with alot of love. I have had pure- breeds in the past but never again (and puppy mills are disgusting).
Mine, pictured on the left, was a joint rescue. Seven years ago we saved him from the Johnston County Animal Shelter in Smithfield and he helped a family member who attempted suicide.
<<< These are my 2! Buddy (Lab/Shep mix) & Dude (Husky/Shep mix) Both rescued from the Johnston County Animal Shelter Buddy will be 3 (1/10/2013) and Dude is appx 6 mos old
mine is siamen the siamese. i got him from spca when he was a kitten. he has turned out to be a mamas boy. he sits on my lap and loves to snuggle with me in bed. he also stalks me when he wants treats. he comes to me when i call him by his name or nickname boogie. he has given me more loving since i got back from my granddaughters funeral in nov, must have known i needed extra loving
A long story but worth it. I adopted Laila from the SPCA of Raleigh back in January 2008. A good friend of mine had pointed her out on the SPCA web page. I went in to see what a three legged dog looked like. I pretty much fell in love with her the first time I saw her. The down side was I couldn't take her home right away because I was going to Florida for Christmas that year. I had been told they could not hold her, but I would go almost daily to see her just to help her with her bonding to people. She came down with , I think "kennel cough" or something else that she needed to be isolated from the other dogs. She mysteriously got better when I got back from Florida. While in isolation I was one of only few people allowed in to see her. October 13, 2012 we celebrated her 6th birthday. Below is the SPCA story they had posted for Laila We’ve all heard stories about animals who’ve had rough starts in life. These tales of abandonment, illness, injury, misfortune, or abuse tug at our heartstrings and spur us into action. We’ve been moved by the story of an animal that’s somehow risen above his unlucky beginning and against all odds become a healthy, happy pet. Some of us have heard so many of these stories that some days, we’re less easily affected by them because we think we’ve seen just about everything there is to see. “Some of us” definitely includes me. After 15 years in animal welfare, there were days when I felt sure I’d seen it all; that my heartstrings were becoming less and less pull-able. And then I met Laila. In October of 2006, a local homeowner found a litter of 10 tiny, squirming Bluetick Hound puppies in his tool shed. He kept them warm and fed them for a couple of days, waiting for their mother to return. She never did. Laila and her nine orphaned brothers and sisters were brought to the SPCA in need of neonatal care. Luckily, the SPCA had several foster care providers who were able, ready, and willing to provide the puppies with the nurturing their little bodies needed. Laila and one of her brothers were sent to foster care together. There, tragically, both puppies were badly burned when they fell asleep on a malfunctioning heating pad. Laila’s brother’s injuries were so severe he had to be euthanized. Laila’s burns were so significant that her muscle tissue was damaged, and she spent the next several months visiting the kind and patient vets at Falls Pointe Animal Hospital and undergoing frequent, painful bandage changes. Unfortunately, Laila was not healing well. In January of 2007, her doctors agreed that there was no longer a humane option, and they amputated her left front leg and shoulderblade. Laila was 4 months old. As her little body grew, the skin near Laila’s surgical incision hardened. It was as if that skin was simply refusing to grow, and as Laila got bigger, the surgery site got tighter and more painful. She needed a second surgery in March of 2007 to loosen the skin and allow Laila room to get bigger. Nothing about Laila looked really normal at this point, and to top things off for her, she was beginning to exhibit some decidedly “un-adoptable” behaviors. Although Laila was, is, and always has been extremely playful, silly, affectionate, and just downright wonderful with her friends, she had never liked strangers. Back then, she considered just about everyone who wasn’t her foster mom a Very Dangerous Stranger. She barked. She lunged. She even bit, if the interlopers came close enough to her that she could reach. Laila also decided that she needed to guard her food, and guard it well. If anybody went near her when she was eating, she’d fling herself at them and noisily, sloppily, and toothedly correct them for being so insufferably foolish. And then Laila came to me. To say that I held high hopes of recovery for this dog would be a bit of an overstatement. But I was willing to try, so we set to work. After a while, it became clear that although behavior modification was working, it wasn’t working with the good, generalized results we wanted. In other words, I was able to help Laila learn to love some people. Of course, I was hoping she’d love all people, since I was trying to make a spot for her at the SPCA adoption center. But, she was persnickety, so the behavior team and I kept plugging away. We worked on basic obedience, we worked on socialization, we worked on self-control, we worked on stranger anxiety and of course, we worked on resource guarding. We made progress, but not very much and not very fast. It was frustrating for all of us, especially Laila. And then, something occurred to me… Laila holds her remaining front leg in the very center of her body. Her neck and back are slightly curved. Her shoulder blade pops when she walks. I wondered if any of her behavior problems could be pain-related. We took her to see Dr. Spodnik, a veterinary orthopedic specialist, at the Veterinary Specialty Hospital in Cary. Laila carried on like a delinquent when she met him – biting, growling, ducking out of his reach. I felt like the mother of that tantrum-throwing kid in the middle of the floor at Target. But he was kind and understanding and he said that yes, although her neck and back seemed painless, her shoulder was tender and it might indeed have something to do with her grumpy mood. He prescribed painkillers and agreed that perhaps an antidepressant would be helpful. We brought her back to the adoption center to proceed with her behavior modification program, which now included pain medications. Our plan was to work for two more weeks and see if her training progressed any faster once her shoulder didn’t hurt. It didn’t. Next step: Puppy Prozac. Literally. By now it was summer of 2007 and Laila was 10 months old. Ten months, all of which she had spent with veterinarians and shelter people. Ten months, all spent in recovery cages, foster homes, kennels, and small doggie “bedrooms” at the Dail center. Ten months of training, 10 months of grouchiness and 10 months of pain. We all wondered whether we were doing Laila any favors at all by not euthanizing her. But there was progress and Laila really did have a lot of happy times. She loved playing with other dogs more than anything in the world. She loved the behavior team, she loved most of the SPCA staff, and she was learning to greet strangers a lot more appropriately. So we decided to give the medications some time to work and we continued her training. One month after Laila’s puppy Prozac regimen began, people started reporting to me that they were seeing impressive changes in her behavior, especially with regard to strangers. Every time someone said that to me I wanted to pinch myself but I pretended I’d been expecting success all along. Over the course of four more weeks, the change in Laila became nothing short of miraculous. She likes to greet strangers now. She likes having visitors come into her room, even if she isn’t already friends with them. She likes having people touch her now and she likes being the center of attention. She’s still wonderful with other dogs and
I'll brag about my granddoggie Millie. My daughter heard about a litter of shepard/lab mix pups about to be euthanized at the Nash County Animal Shelter. Puppies are put down frequently because they told her they are harder to adopt out since many people don't want to be troubled with housebreaking etc. She drove up there and rescued Millie who was 7 weeks old at the time. She was an inside pup but since my daughter was renting and the yard was not fenced in, we gave her a kennel so she could be outside when someone was home but be safe. We kept her for several months when the April tornados took down the kennel, and since then my daughter rescued another pup from someone who was about to take a litter to the animal shelter. Both of these dogs are very well behaved, have been spayed, and very affectionate. I'm enjoying babysitting them now while my daughter is out of town for a week and they are loving the time with my two pups!
I have Lizzie, a 7 yo chow mix that I nearly ran over when she was 5 weeks old. She is one of the things that makes me believe in God b/c she was in the road, it was dark, cold and rainy, and she is all black; how I didn't hit her, I'll never know. There is Bear, another chow mix rescued from the Bladen Co. shelter. I have Polly, a beagle mix(and foster fail), from WCAC; she was a death row senior with a URI. There is Bea, a chug-"designer" senior from WCAC. My husband and I both thought I was crazy when I brought her home and completely at our limit. Then a few months later I found Lila, a chi mix in the ditch on our road. She is ancient, arthritic, and senile but we love her and she seems quite content.
I barely come here anymore but can't resist looking now and then! I'll bite at this thread. Peanut - He is a 13 year old cat, blind since he was a kitten. We found him in our backyard and could never find his home so he stayed. Cream colored short haired with funky looking blue eyes. He follows me around like a puppy. He is my baby for sure. Coco - 7 year old solid black chow mix. We got her from a rescue thru petfinder when she was about 4 months old and we are convinced that she had been kicked around. It took 2 years for her to stop ducking when we went to pet her. Happy dog now but she looks a little scary so it makes strangers wonder. I sorta like that. Jasmine - Part of a litter of kittens that were born in an old freezer, adopted from Vets for Pets animal hospital. She pretty much rules the roost. 5 years old. Beautiful super long-hair black and silver swirly tabby coat. Peaches - DH rescued her from the Harnett Co Shelter when she was only 5 weeks old. 3 years old and the love of his life. We've never had a happier more pleasant dog to be around. Golden retriever mix, only about 40 pounds who loves everyone. Honorable mention for Bubba - He was 15 when we finally let him rest about a year ago. He had been fighting cancer. He was picked up by a friend who watched the mama cat get hit on the road. We were pet-less at the time so he came home with me. Lots of good memories of our Tuxedo cat, all dressed up with short velvety fur.
Currently I have: Kelly - 12 yr old Golden/Shepard mix, got him at the Wake SPCA when he was two, took some training but he is a wonderful dog.. Phoenix - 8 yr old yellow lab, a friends daughter had a baby, Phoenix was pushed to the side, and kept in the back yard or a crate. Of course, when someone paid attention to him he went crazy. At one point they were going to "put him down". He has lived with me for almost 7 yrs, is the most affectionate, loving, sweet dog. Cooper - 2 yr old yellow housecat from the SPCA. I went into the kitten room to look at another cat, Cooper climbed into my lap, gave himself a bath and proceeded to fall asleep. Guess he picked me! Patrick - 1yr old yellow, long hair cat. Went to the SPCA to drop off dog/cat food. Wandered around, he climbed up my leg and he came home with me! Rescues are wonderful!!
