Animal Success Stories
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"We adopted Tom from you in November. He loves car rides to the park and to sun tan by the pool. We are so happy you helped us save him from animal care and control!"
Two weeks ago I adopted a dog named "Tony" (but now WILLY) at the Antiques
Fair on Palm Beach County. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone- he
is probably the BEST dog ever and a total Mommy's boy. He has really filled
the void left by the passing of my other 2 dogs and I thought I would drop
you a note to tell you how happy we both are and your efforts are not
unnoticed or unappreciated. Now if he will just give me a little more room
on the bed- just kidding. Thanks again.
When I was 12 and a half, my human died. I
loved my human very much and I was their
special baby--- or so the story goes--- No one
knows for sure, but what I am certain about is
that after the funeral, the family didn’t want me
anymore, and they dumped me at the dog
pound. I was very alone and very afraid. At the
shelter, because of my age and a skin condition
that made me unattractive, they gave me a
death sentence. I had a ‘cherry eye’ and a scent
gland problem and to add insult to injury
somebody there decided to label me “Stinky” to
live out my final days. Who is going to adopt a
“stinky” dog? I was placed on death row and
everyone forgot my real name, including me.
Luckily, I was rescued and given another chance by Animal Rescue Force. They gave me a new name,
“Tequila” because I’m mostly a Chihuahua mix. Pretty soon I went to a new foster mom, but she didn’t
understand me because I was so sick and sad. I growled at her kids and her other dogs. I didn’t want to
be around any living creature. I didn’t want to be bothered! I just wanted to go home to my own
human, but that was impossible and she brought me back to the rescue shelter. Another foster mom
came and rescued me, but when she found out how expensive it would be to make me well again, she
decided to take me back to the rescue too. No one wanted me. Humans only want perfect dogs it
seems. I was lost.
Then one day, my new human found me. He took me home and gave me a beautiful soft bed, a golden
collar with sparkling gems on it and a new name-- “Abuelita” (Spanish for Granny), because I’m mostly a
Chihuahua mix. He hoped my new name would bring me better karma, but he likes to call me “Granny”
or “Bubbie” for short. He tried his best to make me healthy and happy, but I became much sicker and
even more depressed. Because of my age, I wasn’t adapting well. I missed my old human. My kidneys
were weak and I had long been starving because I couldn’t keep any thing down and I hate dog food.
But I couldn’t tell him that. I lost 1/3 of my body weight. My fur turned grey and course and raggedy
looking. I was very sick. But, my new owner loved me and wouldn’t give up on me. He gave me water
and medicine in a syringe for a week. He mixed dog food into the water and fed me. Even though I was
ready to move on, he told me to get better and stay alive. He promised to take good care of me.
On Passover night, my keeper was very, very sad because I was so sleepy and couldn’t stay awake. I
couldn’t lift my head or walk. Maybe it was my time? He left the house expecting my spirit to fly away
while he was gone. When he returned after midnight and found me still breathing, he refused to
surrender me. He wrapped me in a blanket and he took me to the PetPB emergency room just one
more time in the middle of the night. We’d been to 3 different vets before this, but none of them knew
how to help me. Then at PetPB, Dr. Fayman gave me medicine and water through a tube in my skin. It
seems she knew just what to do. She told my human to take me to Dr. Armstrong at Best Vet in a few
days if I was better.
After my keeper put me to bed that night, he resigned himself to let me pass on if I had to, because
there was nothing more he could do. I lay next to him, in my blanket, as he slept. My human has
several other dogs and they all snuggled around me in bed to help keep me warm. That night,
something happened. I could tell I was loved again, and I just couldn’t leave! I decided to recover and
to live. It was truly a miracle. My new daddy was so happy when I was much better in the morning.
At the Dog Park
Many months have passed. With the love and care I
receive from my keeper and the support we get from
Best Vet Staff, today I am like a puppy again! I love
my new Daddy; I follow him around the house, spin
in circles and dance for him. I play with the puppies
that live there with me and we go to the dog park. I
go to work with him some days and sleep under his
desk. I have lots of new friends and family that love
me. My fur is now shiny and black like when I was
He feeds me cheeseburgers, chopped liver and
chicken jerky. Every once in a while I get a big slice
of cheese. I love pizza too, but it upsets my stomach.
You know, I don’t like dog food.
With regular grooming, I’m not a “Stinker”
anymore, but the best part is that I am
someone’s special puppy again. Now I’m 14 and
loving it! My human tells me every day that I’m
going to live till I’m 21!
Now that it‘s the season to be thankful and to
express how much we appreciate each other. I
am lucky that I’m alive and able to share in it
and I am being loved because of people like you.
Playing With Puppy Mingus
Every living creature deserves a chance to have a good life. My daddy is very grateful to the people at
Animal Rescue Force, PetPB Emergency Room, Dr. Fayman, “Best Vet” Dr. Armstrong and especially Dr.
Armstrong’s staff who keep me healthy every week. Never take the work you do for granted. You bring
joy and happiness to many animals like me and to many humans too. My Dad wishes you a very happy
holiday season and so do I.
Happy Holidays and a Wonderful New
Love, Granny Bubbie
I am just writing to update you guys on Tonk (we call hime Steve) the plott hound i adopted in March.
We are all back in Canada and he is having super fun on the farm.
we have 27 competitive horses
and right now Steve plays with 8 to 12 other dogs we have on the farm including Martini a westie, Nico a lab mix, Max a lab basset mix, frank a lab mix and two hounds a corgie a douchsand and some others.
Steve is still getting used to the horses but he loves the freedom of the farm and is a little freespirted but listens when none of the other dogs are around
and we love him of course.
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