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Miracle Dog

War Dog

Ghost Dog

Police Dog Urk

Helper Dog

CALENDAR DOGS!

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Wild Dog

Wild Dog Too!

Jade's Story / Halloween Story

The Basic Instinct

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AUGUST to DECEMBER


August / see POLICE DOG IRK

SURFER DOG HANK - HANG 20, DUDE!


September / see GHOST DOG

VALLEY GIRL CUTTIN' CLASS: Tivvy, daughter's dog

OCTOBER


SEE "HALLOWEEN STORY"

GREAT PUMPKIN or MAGIC CARPET?


November

Thankful for Black IVY -  See Wild Dog Too!


December / see JADE'S STORY

RUDOLPH's Long-Lost Cousin "HANK"

photo by Ben Shipman


AKC QUEEN OF SHEBA - The scar on her nose is now the only reminder of her previous horrible life.

Queen of Sheba was another one of our rescues.  I was at Costal German Shepherd Rescue at a shopping area doing a booksigning to help support the cause.  A man and woman showed up with one-year old Sheba (our new name for her), a very underweight, dirty, scarred, parasite-ridden dog.  They wanted to surrender her, AKC papers and all.  The shelter volunteer told them the shelter was full, and they would have to wait two weeks until space was available.  The woman sneered, yes, sneered out, "Fine.  Then I'll just turn her loose in the parking lot."  My husband immediately took the leash and said, "We'll take her."  The volunteer said gratefully, "Oh, so you'll foster her for us?"  Roger replied, "No, she's ours."  It was strange, because we'd just lost a black German Shepherd, Striker, and here another black shepherd fell into our laps.  We hadn't even been looking!

 At home, the first thing Roger did was give this painfully thin, dirty dog a bath.  There was so many fleas on her that the falling water ran red with blood when he rinsed her.  The next day we took her to the vet for shots, blood work and worming treatments, then brought her home for plenty of TLC and food.  For the next few days Sheba passed pieces of bark and twigs in her stools, the diet of a starving dog.  She also showed us she'd never been in a house.  The TV confused her dreadfully, for she couldn't tell if the people and sounds were real or not.  And we had to teach her how to go up our steps to the second story.  It took even longer for her to learn how to go down them without coaxing.  She was overwhelmed at discovering a big, new, sometimes scary world that she'd never imagined existed. Yet she was gentle with my children, and got along with our other two dogs.  And she conquered her fears and adapted so well to her new life that she became my service dog.

We've had her for ten years now.  Why anyone would leave a dog outside to starve, a young, pedigreed AKC dog they could easily have given away or sold, is beyond me.  But then, cruelty to any animal, papered or not, is beyond me.  We lost one black German Shepherd, the only dog we ever purchased from a breeder instead of rescuing, only to find another in a parking lot.  I guess it was meant to be!  We named her Queen of Sheba and she's had the royal treatment ever since. She's ours and here to stay in her forever home, thanks to my husband's big heart.

 

 


Packy - My husband's loving husky thirty years ago

 

 

 

Dogs have always loved me.  When I was a mailman (letter carrier), I would go into strange big dogs’ front fenced yards to deliver the mail and they never bothered me, even the houses that were red flagged “DANGEROUS DOG” back at the post office.  I only had one dog SERIOUSLY go after me.  It was a huge St Bernard.  He charged, and I ran like the wind and climbed up onto the roof of the owner’s car, an old little VW beetle parked on the street. I balanced there, trapped and terrified while this dog tried to kill me.

 

It was winter with high snow banks all over, and the owner ran to the front door buck naked and dripping from the shower, with just a little washrag held over his privates. He was screaming from the wide open doorway at his pet and I was screaming at him to call off his dog. He was afraid to go back inside and dress, then come out and grab the collar, as the dog was trying to climb onto the hood to get at me.  That dog was so big and the car was so small!  Never saw where he came from.  No warning.  Didn't know why he was out loose. Just saw this barking mountain of dog teeth barreling toward me and I headed for the heights!

 

God saved me from that savaging.  If the car wasn't covered with 3 inches of snow, the dog wouldn't have keep slipping every time he tried to jump on the hood.  He certainly was tall enough to do the jump.  Heck, he could have walked onto it, he was so massive.  And that old VW beetle roof was buckling under my feet.  Yet it didn't collapse or throw me off balance.  After ten minutes of terror, the dog finally obeyed the owner and came in the house. I then told my supervisor I was "booting" the whole street.  And to notify everyone who lived there and why.  That is, no one got their mail.  Not him, not anyone on both sides of the whole block.  It was the only power we had for our safety and the union always backed us up.  So everyone on the street had to get their mail at the post office in person the whole time I was assigned there. I'm sure the irate neighbors had a word with this guy about locking up his dog!  The next week the regular mailman came back from vacation and he gave the neighborhood their usual home mail delivery again.  I hope he was friends with that St. Bernard, because that beast wanted me for dinner!  Just like Cujo or the Hound of the Baskervilles!

 

To this day I smile whenever I think of that skinny, naked, dripping wet man in the doorway, holding this tiny washrag, trying to call off his vicious dog. You couldn't make something like this up!  But it sure wasn’t funny at the time…  It wasn’t good for me, the neighborhood, or the dog.  If I had called animal control—which I didn’t—that man could have lost his dog forever.

 

Pet owners, keep your pet fenced, housed, or leashed in public places.  It’s for our safety, and theirs!

 
   
 

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