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    Not able to tell an emotional story, today but can share a laugh about 9 dogs, all off death row, (and safe with me),that I used to take to a loop of four linked sports ovals, to run around. They adored it and someone started the strangled scream of joy, and eventually, as we turned off the main road, it became 9 dogs in the back of, and on the front seat of, a white van, just gargle screaming with excitement and joy. I should have stopped it, early on, but I just roared with laughter. After a while, (tho' I was still unable to stop laughing), I did fear I was losing my hearing, so, as soon as we turned into the dead end road, and the screaming started, the car stopped. Slowly, the screaming lessened, and was replaced with puzzled, silent disappointment. The car went forward, the screaming started up, the car stopped. The looks of shock, of alarm, of disbelief... Silence. Start forward... Strangled screams, car dies... FOR DOG"S SAKE!!! SAVE OUR CAR!!! GIVE IT THE KISS OF LIFE!!! DON'T LET IT DIE!!! We did return to quiet, civilised behaviour, but I always felt sad about it.

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    Good Lord! How long did you have the nine dogs for?
    Hats off to you.

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    Until they died, one by one. I have 3 left of the 9, still. I actually had 10 at the time, but one was committed to killing all small female dogs and didn't come. Once they were established, all but that one lived in the house. Periodically, she would behave for a day or so but in the end, she could only mix with male dogs, and only slept inside, in a crate, and was brought in with all the girls locked in the backyard. She did try hard to be civilised, sometimes for 2 days, but she just hated 2 of the dogs SO much. Sooner or later, she would lose control. She's devoted to me and 100% safe with people, I just wasn't prepared to rehome her, with that problem. As they are rescued, I can't be sure of ages, but the youngest must be 13 or 14 minimum, in 2012.

    In theory, 4 were up for adoption, but one pair had a very damaged little boy, who would quiver and pant and pace, if I left him anywhere, no matter how I tried to settle him, for hours, first and this was before internet, certainly, for me, (2012), and no one wanted a pet greyhound, except for rabbitting/hunting... and they were troublefree, for me, tho' hurt me financially!!!
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    I've never had a an animal that wasn't a rescue, I did a lot of work with fauna rescue with reptiles and birds. I have friends that worked with various rescue organisations and have given homes to horses dogs and cats that needed them. I think I got the hard cases no one else wanted but that's fine with me.
    The rescue that stands out to me is a little Shetland pony named Bella who's feet were so badly over grown she could walk and hadn't moved more than a couple of feet in years. I picked her up and 4 of us had to carry her into the float. The first farrier I called advised to shoot her as there was nothing he could do, needless to say I never used him again. The second farrier cried when he saw her and said he wasn't sure we could save her but we'll give it a go. six months and much work later she walked for the first time and I cried like a baby. ( so did the big burly farrier and the vet lol) She now lives with a lovely family who had 6 kids under 12 and is very well loved. I get post cards and xmas cards from her still to this day. Makes me humble that some days I feel its all too much but this little pony never gave up. I guess we all learn something from our little rescues.

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    I rescued a mastiff cross, one month. I was phoned and asked to take him on and that he was in a terrible state. His backbone was clear to see, standing proud of his body. His ribcage was classic toast rack. Luckily, I had a lot more money then, so I came in, for the last 4 days, to take him to a private area, to privately feed him. I could never go into the PTS kennels. I'd describe the ideal and they'd bring out the closest. I think I was phoned about this one, as a favour to one of the chaps that worked there. I had no possible home lined up for him. He was such a sweetheart, a goodnatured, gentle boof. He ate chicken necks, like peanuts, when they were,(sigh), 60 cents a kg. Within weeks, he'd filled out, he'd gone a deep mahogany, and he looked truly magnificent. He went to live with a sweet, plump little staffy, who gave him the, "My, what a big handsome man you are, Mr Beauregard..." and he did his, "Why halloo there Little Lady, if you had bags, I'd offer to carry them..." His new owner was absolutely gobsmacked at his magnificent beauty, and kept asking if this was really a rescue dog. He told me that wherever he walked him, people were just drawn to him, so admiring, and he had the personality of Jimmy Stewart. A great dog, that again, only got his chance BY chance. To think of all those with days to go still will make me weep.

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    I have a few stories but we will just go with Barney's for now. I guess he's not a real hard core rescue as he was so young, but he is still one.

    I had not long lost Lennox (2 days in actual fact - some will think I am cold). I was really sad and just wanted to go and look at pounds and the SPCA to see if there was anybody desperately in need. We started in a town near us and went to a pound. Lots of older dogs but none that took my fancy. My OH was immediately infatuated with a dog who had the same colouring and markings as Lennox, but was about twice the size. HE called me over. I didnt like him as to look at him every day would remind me of Lennox and I couldn't handle that (7 years later and I still get upset whenever I thnk about him too much). Plus he was older and our daughter was only 5 and I wanted something a bit younger with less of a "history". He seemed friendly enough but I was put of by the complete and utter lack of a tail wag also.

    We went back to our home town and off to the SPCA.

    I was immediately attracted to the fat wee black lab looking puppy. He was huge to me (having usualy owned staffy sized pups). He was just sitting in front of the door of his cage looking at me. Barely moving but with his head tipped up to look me in the eyes. OH meantime was at the pen next door looking at a brindle and while pup (some sort of mastiff x) and saying he like that one. But I couldn't even "see" any of the other dogs. I wasnt a fan of labs but here I was just staring at this big fat black pup. They said to me, he had just come in that morning from the pound. He had been found wandering the streets. They had to keep him for 7 days to wait for an owner to claim him. Which, they told me, they were pretty certain he would be gone within a few hours as he was so healthy and well cared for.

    Anyway, we left and went to the pound. Lots of gorgeous deserving dogs there but every time I look at one, literally all I could see was this black pup. So big and chubby and quiet with this gorgeous fluffy puppy coat.

    Anyway, 2 hours later we got home and I rang the SPCA to put my name down for Barney. They said that was fine but not to hold my breath as they were fairly certain he would go home by the end of the day. They said they would call me on day 7 to let me know.

    Everyday thereafter I rang to check if his owners had come yet.

    Finally on day 7 they rang. They said he would be getting his jabs and I would be able to take him home after that. I asked if I could come and visit and they said yes. I took mum with me. When I walked in, the look on their faces was pure horror. I was 25 but looked about 16. I had long black hair, 2 piercings in my face. Giant black baggy pants and a ripped black top on. They started questioning me and tellig me about how he was going to be a magnificent dog and had to have the best person. It was clear they were second guessing me. They even went so far as to show me the number of people who had also rang and put thier ames down for him after me - 6 or 7. Luckily, mum jumped in and said I already had an 8 year old who was beautfully trained and went everywhere with me. They softened slightly.

    Anyway, a few days later I went and pick him up and took him home.

    He was lazy and boring and i did question why I had wanted him so badly. Then his personality came out and he was about as far from boring as you can get!

    I fully believe I was drawn to him and I have no idea why, but he was meant to be with us. We dont know why he was never claimed as he was very healthy and well looked after, but he had been just left to wander. He has had some very minor issues initially which I guess were associated with the first few weeks of his life but they are all ironed out pretty quickly. These included fear at every hand, and a terror of children even being near him.

    After that, we took him out doing collections for the SPCA and we always filled his bucket!

    Even though we found him 2 days after Lennox died and took him home 2 weeks after, he did not replace Lennox. What he did do though, was fill a big gap and help our family to heal. He was just completely meant to be with us and I am so glad I got in first coz I dont know what those other 6 or 7 homes would have been like, I imagine at least one of them would have been a shitter!!! But we are lifers, and even brought the bugger to Oz.lol

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    What a great thread, what fantastic and inspiring stories, very sad..but with the very best endings. I couldnt help but think while reading yhrough them ALL, if someone comes on here looking for a pup to buy, if this thread dosent inspire them to at least go look for a rescue, nothing will.
    great sories and really well written, i am off now to find the tissues
    The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
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    Lala, the first thing I thought when I read that story was: "It's clear who wears the pants in their relationship".

    I think that really is a big thing about getting a rescue. A pup you get from a breeder, you choose. You decide on the breed, you find a good breeder, you choose the colour, the sex and plan the whole thing. But it's like a rescue dog chooses you. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else, but it does to me.

    Even though I did lots of filtering before I went to meet Banjo, there was something about her that made me decide she was my dog - something I didn't get with the other dogs I went to meet. Though it wasn't as strong a feeling as with my first dog, Luna. That was very much like your experience with Barney. Love at first sight. And I didn't even plan on getting a dog when I saw her! But took her home straight away. I was a bit more calculated when I picked Banjo though.

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    LMAO at "who wears the pants beloz"

    Thats funny you say that. I will tell you a funny story.

    When we got Pippi, we went to look at the pups. I waited til the OH was a bit pissed coz I knew hed cave. He had said after Chevy died that we were JUST going to haveBarney for a while. Anyway, to make it even sweeter for him, I said, "we are only going to look. We dont have to get one and can leave withot one if they arent right for us. But if we do like that, you can choose which one"....well guess what, he choose Pippis sister and I said "no I dont like that one, I want her" and we left with Pippi LMAO.

    Truth is, regardless of which dog/pup the OH likes we always take home th eone I want LMAO. And even when we get the bulldog the OH has long been waiting for (as I have promised I will let him get th ebulldog next) as if he is going to get to choose (if we have that option with a breeder - though id prefer a breeder who will let us choose). I am going to choose HIS bulldog LMAO

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    Also, I dont think just rescues choose you...I think all dogs choose their owners but with some it is in less of an obvious way.

    Pippi was another who somehow we were drawn to. I mean, I didnt like small dogs (much like not liking lab types) and yet went and looked at a litter of handbaggies and took one home LMAO.

    I was obviously led there by some force outside my own control. And glad for it, she is my little furry soul mate lol. But she is for another thread, shes not a rescue (well shes a BYB by a shit owner so you could probably almost call it a rescue LMAO)

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