How could you? Did you even try?


How could you look at that face and end his life?  This was Rocky, a 6 month old pit bull type mix.  6 months old!!!!  This is the face of the dog your tax dollars murdered! He was killed because someone saw a cute puppy, took him home and when he got too strong and too active, as the dogs tend to do, just like ANY DOG HIS AGE, his “owner” and I use that word very loosely posted him on a rehoming/lost/found pet page on Facebook.

After posting him and asking for assistance in rehoming him,  volunteers and concerned citizens rallied but needed more time to network this dog.  It’s summertime in the south and shelters are slammed full of dogs, cats and other critters. She gave rescuers and volunteers no time to try and secure him a safe place to go.  Instead she walked him through the doors of animal control and surrendered him.

So many things are wrong, just up to this point.  I have fostered and rescued many many dogs and cats.  Homes do not pop up over night, and while your decision to get the dog may have been impulsive, you also have a responsibility to that animal YOU BROUGHT HOME!  The responsibility to that animal is for its LIFETIME! Not until you decide they are too much work, too inconvenient, etc.  My life has been far from convenient for the last few years, but I would be damned if I would part with any of my animals that I took on.  My cat is 23 years old.  Do you think for a second she hasn’t posed a bit of an inconvenience at some point in the last 23 years?!?  Of course she has.  But did I abandon her at a shelter, no she is sitting here with me as I furiously type this blog post, snoozing away!

This boy deserved a chance.  Not only a chance to live but a chance to be a “good dog” an ambassador for his breed! A dog that could have made a difference, had someone only given him the opportunity to learn some manners and provided him with exercise to stimulate his puppy mind!?!?  Good dogs don’t just happen.  They are a product of hard work, dedication, and a commitment to that animal to the end. My three did not just show up as good dogs, I worked WITH them, FOR them!

The other part of this problem is the broken sheltering system in this state and in our nation.  It is one that still uses methods like heart stick euthanasia, and gas chambers as suitable methods of execution for your family pets that got to be too much trouble.  If you’re not sure of what I’m saying,  google for yourself. This system has got to change and I have been blogging and rescuing and involved in this process since 2009. I have been rescuing my whole life but until I moved to the south I never knew what a huge problem we have and how extensive the rehabilitation and revamping needs to be.  The director of these open admission public shelters needs to be someone who actually CARES about the animals.  Trying to repair a broken system with someone who could care less is an even bigger obstacle for the rescuers who are already saving as many lives as they can.  It is a battle that we in this community have been fighting for years and we cannot win it alone.  We need a director with not just compassion, but a passion for saving these precious souls.  That is the first step!

Now,  onto the recent influx of senior dogs at animal control.   Meet Jack and Lucky.  They have given a lifetime of live to whatever awful humans have minimally cared for them all of these years,  only to be left to die in this place. Make no mistake they will not get the dignified passing of a beloved family pet.  They will get a cold hard table and an injection from a complete stranger who is paid to kill with YOUR TAX DOLLARS.  This is what’s in store for these two if they are not rescued.  This facility just killed Rocky, they will not think twice about ending these two lives either.

These dogs deserve better.  They deserve to be sent to the bridge with love and dignity after the lifetime of live they have given.  Shame on you,  Columbus.  Shame on you.  You could have held Rocky in a portable kennel for a couple days, you could have doubled up dogs in runs, or used some empty office space.  There are ways to save them all, you just have to WANT TO!

It’s time for people to start being held accountable for their actions.  There is no reason to kill when other options are there.  How man rescues were contacted about him!?! Was it just local rescues? Did you reach out at all? Did you even try to save his life?!? No, it was easier to kill a puppy than try to find another unwanted pet a safe, loving home.  There is a BETTER way, but the city of Columbus will not hear of it.

If you can offer a safe place for these two seniors please contact Columbus GA Animal Control or go get them before it’s too late.  Their time and space is limited.  Please don’t let them end up in the ladfill like Rocky.


Precious Penny’s Merry Christmas

  Penny’s story starts with an ad on Craigslist in the pet section.  I try to keep up with the animals posted through rescue on the site as well as lost or missing pets.  I was scrolling through on my lunch break Friday afternoon and I saw an ad for a female Doberman that was recently added to the listings.  The picture listed with her spoke volumes.  I stared at her in the sad little corner of the muddy dog pen with the plastic kennel, and saw the eye I learned to look for a long time ago in my horses, the kind eye.  It was cold and getting colder as I left work for the day with the sad little shivering Doberman burned in my brain. By the time I got home I showed my kids her picture.  They are a part of every decision we make to rescue an animal.  They know it’s extra work and extra rules to remember, more poop scooping and reinforcing good behaviors that we want to see.  Both were on board so then I had to figure out what to do.  With Christmas this close funds were even more limited than usual and he was asking $150 for this sad little dog.  I finally got him to agree on $60 if I could pick her up that evening. I knew she was sad, but I didn’t know she was in such rough shape.  When the Cadillac Escalade pulled up and this confused little bag of bones came pulling along nearly choking herself I knew I had made the right decision.  She was just so painfully skinny. He told me she was 16 months and had a litter of puppies already.  I kept the small talk to a minimum and swapped the leash for the $60 in cash and left as fast as I could.  She hopped right in and off we went. The smell permeated every crevice of my car and when we got home she got 3 good baths to get rid of the stench and the dirt.   

 She ate a good meal and then a second.  She slept the peaceful sound sleep of that first safe night in a warm bed. Probably the first time she was ever shown that kind of comfort.  She has seen the vet and will be spayed as soon as she is a bit heavier and healthier.    

She has settled down and is acclimating well to house living.  She is smart, and funny, and such a gentle spirit.  She has so much love to give and she is so willing to learn.  And to think she was stuck in a 10×10 dog run with no one to pay attention to her or love her breaks my heart.  
But my heart isn’t hers.  Hers is a resilient, loving and happy heart that lives in the moment and knows she is loved today.  Her life before is just that, and she is only looking forward to brighter happier times from now on.  
Penny will have a Merry Christmas
and we wish you one too!  Please adopt, foster, donate, share, whatever you can do, just DO SOMETHING! 

Ceasar’s journey

No Kill Georgia

Saturday October 11, 2014
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon around here with the girls and the fur kids. We had been watching Netflix and eating pizza. I laid down and took one of those 20 minute naps, and my phone went off next to the bed. Someone had tagged me in a very disturbing post. I read it and then I read it again, just to be certain I wasn’t in that half-sleep and misunderstanding. The post was about a Great Dane, which if anyone of you know me, know for certain that they are my soft spot. The disturbing news was that he was deaf and blind, and that he had been dumped at an offsite adoption event with a local rescue who was not in a position to take care of his medical needs or or to be able to house him. They didn’t turn him away…

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Ceasar’s journey

Saturday October 11, 2014
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon around here with the girls and the fur kids. We had been watching Netflix and eating pizza. I laid down and took one of those 20 minute naps, and my phone went off next to the bed. Someone had tagged me in a very disturbing post. I read it and then I read it again, just to be certain I wasn’t in that half-sleep and misunderstanding. The post was about a Great Dane, which if anyone of you know me, know for certain that they are my soft spot. The disturbing news was that he was deaf and blind, and that he had been dumped at an offsite adoption event with a local rescue who was not in a position to take care of his medical needs or or to be able to house him. They didn’t turn him away, but we’re at a loss as to what to do. I sat up and read the post one more time, before I threw on some shoes and hopped in the car, hoping to catch the rescue folks before they left with this boy to see if I could help. I had no idea what I could do, as I don’t have the space or the ability to care for another dog this size in a two bedroom apartment, but I went anyway. I arrived to find that they had already left with him, but we had the phone number and called right away. They turned the van around and I scrambled to get him a collar and leash, some food and a bowl, just for the time being. That was my plan, which was not much of a plan. I called a friend on the way and most likely in some form of a panic asked if I could stash a dog in his kitchen. He agreed, and I paced the floor of the pet store waiting for the van. What I saw next broke my heart in two.
The van pulled in and the door opened and I saw a very dirty white Great Dane, who was in a cargo crate in the van, his head was down, his eyes crusted with puss and inflamed, his body position look to be that of a dog that was absolutely terrified of what had just happened to the world as he knew it. Around his neck was a rusty collar with a tie out cable still attached. I hurriedly asked them to open the door and they advised me that it had taken three people to get him in there and what were we to do. I didn’t answer, but helped by opening the door and trying to get him to step out of the van so I could get a better look at what we were dealing with. Carefully he started to feel his way down out of the van, and out came the boy we now know as Ceasar. He was quite a mess, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I had put out the SOS to a few friends in the Great Dane community, but upon arrival I feared I may have bitten off more than I could chew. I leaned down and touched his big head as he made his way to me with the slip lead and collar/cable around his neck. I unhooked that mess as fast as I could and quickly replaced it with a royal blue collar fit for a royal dog. He would never know again what it was like to be tied out or unloved, that was for damn sure. I clipped his pretty blue new leash to his collar and told the rescue I would do whatever I could to help. We agreed to meet at the vet on Monday and then we started to my car. I was hoping this boy would let me help him into my car and not startle and bite out of fear, getting him in the crate, the rescue advised that he had tried. I honestly didn’t care, one way or another we were leaving together. It took three of us, but we got him. I thanked them for their help and took five minutes to talk to this deaf dog from the driver’s seat before we pulled away. With each foster that I have helped to their forever home, I promise them things and I talk to them before we start our journey. That afternoon, I sat and promised this deaf and blind dog that he would be loved. I told him I was sorry that people had failed him and let him down, and I told him that I would help him get better. I crawled into the back seat of my car and I held his head in my hands and I kissed his pink nose. I had no idea how I was going to help him, but I knew that I could not let him down, he needed someone who would fight for him, someone who knew his value and his soul, someone who cared. I promised him that day that I would be that person for him and that he would be better soon. But more than anything, he would be loved.
From that day the ride has been a roller coaster. From finding a temporary foster to house him for a few days, to a foster that had another male that was not happy about Ceasar being there, it was chaotic to say the least. But when you have the rescue community behind you anything is possible. The plea was posted for a longer term foster with a more ideal situation, and someone stepped up. I created an account to help with Ceasar’s medical bills, after he tested heart worm positive, I knew it would be costly, and the we still had to address his eyes and his hearing to what our course of action would be. To my amazement his fund goal was reached, and his new foster dad seems to be the perfect fit. Ceasar has a long road ahead of him, but when people come together to help a dog like Ceasar, it is nothing short of amazing. This dog will be loved because people cared. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have said it before and I will always say it, animal rescuers are some of the best people I know and it is my privilege to count them as my friends.
You can follow Ceasar’s updates here as I will be blogging about this guy for sure!




Not much is different…sad to report

While it has been awhile since I last sat down to collect my thoughts on the subject of animal rescue I feel the need to let you all know I have not removed myself completely.  I have been keeping up and trying to stay in the loop as much as possible given my current personal situation.  I am sad to report that not much has really changed in the city of Columbus, GA.  We have seen the same problems arise time and again with no solutions despite the numerous suggestions by those who are there working for the animals and trying to save their lives.  It’s saddens me to have to write this knowing that the solution is right there within the city’s grasp and it refuses to implement the change we have all been begging for.  Day after day we see animals that are highly adoptable killed for space, we see animals that are abused and neglected and yet nothing is being done, even when they are surrendered by the owner!  I simply don’t understand the logic behind it, or the lack of compassion for another living creature.  It’s simply beyond my realm of understanding.  I may not have all the answers, but isn’t working toward saving lives a much better alternative than to leave things as they are and play God? Just thinking out lous today.  I hope to be back to blogging regularly soon.  Thank you to all who keep fighting the good fight and giving these precious lives a chance.  Life is good!

No miracle for Teddy…just the landfill.

I had the pleasure of spending the with the volunteers from Animal Control in Columbus, GA.  These are people with hearts the size of Texas.  They spend every Saturday trying to save the animals our city throws away.  The dogs and cats of Columbus would have a much slimmer chance of walking out the doors of this facility if not for these dedicated animal lovers.  So today, I spent the day out at the adoption event giving the dogs treats and spending time with each one of them hoping and praying that they would find homes, as it had been made very clear there was no room at the shelter and the ones that were brought back today would surely be killed.  And so they day progressed, with this weighing heavily on the hearts and minds of all who were there to help.  Surprisingly enough the larger dogs were moving quickly.  First a pointer mix, then a border collie and a lab, a chihuahua and a cat or two.  Things were looking up and the thought of going back with empty crates, is by far the greatest hope of the folks that spend the time with these animals and network them, repost their pictures and scream from the rooftops to try to find them all homes.

Today there were 9 adoptions, which we would all consider a great adoption day.  However, one dog, a collie mix had no interest at all.  The thought of him having to go back to the pound was weighing on everyone’s mind.  He was an older gentleman, who had repeatedly gotten out of the fence and had been picked up before by the pound.  It seemed to me after spending some time with him that it was possible that he had some other issues going on, a large tumor on his belly, hot spots on his rear end that he had been digging at etc.  The sad part is that this poor senior had owners, he had a family, and they just never came for him.  So there he sat, alone and confused at the pound wondering what he did to deserve this outcome.  He had given someone the best years of his life to someone and now he was in danger of being killed because they didn’t want to pay for their irresponsibility that got him there in the first place.  Teddy (we called him) was a sweet boy who still had plenty of life in him.  He was a little stiff-legged and he needed a good bath, but he was a good dog.  He needed a miracle today and it never came.


The end of the day rolled around and Teddy got loaded back in the truck to head back to the pound.  Again, I’m sure he was scared and confused about his current predicament.  He was returned to the facility where he was euthanized upon arrival.  Now his body will be thrown in the land fill like trash.  He did not deserve this.  He deserved a nice soft bed and a bone to chew on.  Days spent laying in the sunshine and being spoiled and loved.  He deserved to die with dignity, after being loyal to a family all those years.  He deserved better!  He didn’t deserve to be surrounded by barking and death and sadness in his last hours, he deserved more.  He didn’t deserve to spend his last minutes in the hands of people who didn’t care about him or love him.  He deserved to live.  Run free at the Rainbow Bridge sweet boy!  I’ll see you there some day, and you can cross over with me.

This is why the No Kill Equation is the only solution.  For dogs like Teddy this would have been a chance at a new beginning, not the end of the road.  He shouldn’t have had to die this way.  The city of Columbus is spending YOUR tax dollars to do things like this!  Is that ok with you?  Is it ok to kill in the face of a life saving solution?  Is it ok to fund and facilitate the needless murder of companion animals because Mayor Tomlinson and the rest of the city council can’t simply understand that the Save-A-Pet program will never be the answer?  There are so many gaps in this program and they are not closing over time.  There is still no PET RETENTION PROGRAM!  Maybe if this was in place and the owners were contacted they could have found a way to keep their dog and get the impoundment fees figured out.  But there is no program!  Maybe if there was a proactive program such as this, the dog wouldn’t have been picked up but could have been returned to its owner by the officer with directives on how to prevent this boy from wandering off again!  But again, this doesn’t happen.  The only actively functioning facet of this program is the offsite adoptions, and these alone cannot save the animals from death.  Please join the No Kill Movement in our community.  There is so much work to be done.  We must be their voice!  We must get louder!  We must effect change in a broken system and no one said it would be easy, but it’s possible!  And all I need is POSSIBLE, and that’s all you should need too!

Teddy doesn’t have a chance to live out his golden years, he will be in the land fill with many, many more.  So please, stop being silent!  Email the Mayor, the City Council and let your voice be heard for dogs like Teddy.  He deserved better.  Visit to find out how you can get involved.  Stop making excuses and start making a difference!

August…the month of misery, and it ain’t over yet.

I know many of you think I have abandoned this blog and the cause. I have been going through many changes, including getting Jethro returned to me from Virginia. Needless to say, I have had my hands full. But I am still here and continue to fight for those who cannot.

I have been following the Columbus, GA Save-A-Pet program from its infancy, and have held out hope that in time this city and it’s officials would get on board with the No Kill Movement happening here in their city. This has not happened to date. Mayor Tomlinson and the city officials that hold the cards have still refused to save lives by implementing the steps of the No Kill Equation, which we already know is the only way to stop the killing. The Mayor’s beloved Save-A-Pet program is nothing more than words on paper. In fact, the only step of that whole program that is actually being implemented at all is the offsite adoption program that is handled by the volunteers. The other steps of the program DO NOT EXIST! This whole program is nothing more than smoke in mirrors to shut us up!  Back when the Mayor announced her comprehensive Save-A-Pet program she assured us that even though they did not want to call it the No Kill Equation (because it was, in her words, misleading to the public) that the steps would be modeled after it. Well folks, where is the rest of the plan? We still do not have a TNR program, we still do not have a foster program, no pet retention program, we don’t have access to her  “Angel Fund” for sick or injured animals, even though there have been many requests to access those funds to help animals that have come to the shelter with horrible injuries. No medical treatment was afforded to them until their hold was up and/or a local rescue stepped up to help!

So please Mayor Tomlinson, tell me where your program was for Jake, Isabella, or sweet Chanel.

Isabella recovering from amputation after being hit by a car.

Chanel also recovering from leg amputation.

Two of these dogs had to have legs amputated.

Jake after several laser treatments to treat the extensive burns covering his whole back from head to tail.

One was burned with some sort of chemical or hot water all the way through the muscle on his back.

These are only some of the recent cases of abuse, neglect, and cruelty that the animals live through each and every day here in Columbus. Where was your program then? Why didn’t the “Angel Fund” help them? I want answers as to why your program is nothing more than a piece of paper for blowing my nose in?  Where is the change that was promised to the advocates in your city and the animals in the “care” of your facility?  Why can’t you make the commitment to stop the killing and focus on saving their lives? Why are you not attending the No Kill Conference to educate yourself on what is happening in communities all over the country every singe day to save lives? But more importantly Why did YOUR facility kill 40 animals in 11 days???????? How is this acceptable in any way shape or form, if you’re really implementing YOUR OWN program!?! This is completely unacceptable and wrong! These animals should not have to die because the city can’t get it together enough to, at the very least, implement its own program? If this makes you mad, like it makes me mad we need to get louder! We need to keep putting pressure on the city to make the changes we have requested, and that are laid out in THEIR OWN PROGRAM! Write to your city council members, let them know what you want to see happen. Let them know you’re not ok with them spending YOUR tax dollars on MURDER! It’s time to hold the accountable for their own actions, statements, and shortcomings!  What’s happening now are simply more excuses as to why they can’t do what we’re asking them to do instead of coming up with a way to make it happen!

Let’s go! It’s time to hold their feet to the fire and make them listen to the people who elected them in the first place!

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