Our first rescue was a boxer that was found roaming the streets after a surgical procedure with stitches and a dirty wound seven years ago. My mom had been saying how much she loved the boxer she had as a child, and would like to have one but didn't relish the idea of going through the "puppy stage" again. A friend called me told me about "Duke" the 2 year old boxer they had in shelter care. His owner never come forward. My daughter was just 2, but when we went down to visit him and took him out to the play yard at the shelter, Duke just seemed to know that he had to be gentle with her. I adopted him on the spot and my mother flew out about a month later to meet and bond with him. They hit it off immediately, and just as he had done with my daughter, Duke just knew he had to be gentle with my mother. They took a few obedience/bonding lessons from a trainer before she took him home. That was seven years ago and Duke is still going strong and is my mother's constant (and spoiled) companion. My daughter,now 10, recently adopted Jasper, a Husky/Shepherd/Beagle mix. He was just a puppy a few months ago when we brought him home, but, as you can see, he fits right in around here. It is amazing how rescued animals just seem to know that they have been given a 2nd chance and it's wonderful to see the security they begin to have when they know they are in their forever home. We love our "rescues" as people call them, but these guys are family to us. I can't imagine my home or my heart without them. Please, click everyday!

Meg Sanchez
Redding, CA