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A Spotlight On Pets

Hello! I have two adorable photos for two things going on this week.

First, it’s National Dog Week. A big THANK YOU to all of the furry babies who are so loyal and who are always there for us.

The cutie pie below is Bogey (photo taken by Tammy Taylor and edited by me).

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This Tuesday’s Tale: Lucky Waffle, Lucky Lisa


The tale of Waffle (& Lisa)

The Huffington Post

I found this story and it brought tears to my eyes. Here is a paragraph from it.

“The shelter said police had rescued this rat terrier from an abusive situation in Virginia. Most of his teeth were missing; he had a benign tumor, cataracts, and what was described as “an incompetent heart.” There were also scars on his cheek and jaw, and he couldn’t stop shaking. As my daughter put it, “That dog is a scaredy-cat.” We kept walking. I kept circling back. I mean, Harrison Ford has a scar on his face, and who doesn’t love Harrison Ford?”

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Ignoring A Need Right In Front Of Us


What is going through your mind as you look at the picture above?

When I first saw this picture, I was heart broken. The old cliche “a picture says a thousand words” hit me right in the nose. Here is a man “buying” a new puppy for his child while a homeless, starving dog is laying right there on the street. It even looks like it is raining outside too.

There are a few thoughts that I feel can be taken from this picture.

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This Tuesday’s Tale, Biggie the Dog, and the Promise One Volunteer Made


The tale of Biggie, now in a shelter
and waiting for a new home


“Volunteer Marcia Berrios will never forget the day Biggie was surrendered by his owner. On August 6th, 2015, a man pulled into the driveway and brought out a white dog with black spots. He had tears in his eyes.”

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 The tale about Cletus

Cletus was a senior dog that was abandoned in a park. My first reaction was to be pretty upset with the person who did this, but then I read the full story.

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This is the tale of Charlee.

Charlee is 8 months old. She had a family and a home. Sadly, one day when Charlee was in the backyard of her home, she somehow got out and into the street, and a car hit her.

We don’t know the entire back-story. How she got out of the backyard or how much the surgery would cost. What we do know is her family could not afford the surgery Charlee required, so they brought her to a shelter.

At the shelter, she received the necessary surgery; however, they could not save her back right leg.

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Should A Pit Bull Have Any Less Rights Than Any Other Animal?

I just recently saw in the Facebook Newsfeed a post about pit bulls being outlawed in Montreal. Not only outlawed, but euthanized, simply because they are pit bulls. Here is the video I saw.

This is not OK. Animals are what we make them into.


There is a petition you can sign to help! Here is the link to it:
Help Save an Animal’s Life

I signed it and here is what I wrote:

I respectfully ask that you consider that pit bulls are what people make them into. They are living creatures created by God. They do not ask to be beaten, used for bait, or thrown into a dog fight. If you were, wouldn’t you be a bit aggressive too? Go after the humans doing this to these animals and please HELP these animals at our mercy.

I feel it is important to be kind & respectful when fighting for animals! Yelling, swearing, or being violent does not get people to listen, therefore you are not helping at all. So, if you do sign the petition (and I hope you do), please be respectful.

This Week’s Tuesday Tale


(A tale about my cat & I)

It was time to bring a new furry friend into my life. I was a little nervous about getting a cat, I had never had one before. But I began my search on the Internet for a cat that fit the pet guidelines at my apartment. After searching for days, I saw her. Her name was “Muffy.”

I got in my car and headed to the Humane Society. At first the woman helping me didn’t even know who Muffy was. She brought me to a room of kittens and said these were good choices. I was not interested; I wanted to find Muffy. She looked around some more and finally there she was!

The woman took her out and brought her into a visiting room where her & I could be alone. Muffy paid no attention to me. She just wandered around and was constantly looking up at the ceiling. The woman came in to ask how it was going. I said “she isn’t really paying any attention to me, she seems very shy.” She said I should visit with some other cats too. I was hesitant, but agreed. I visited with two more cats, one of them hissed at me, the other one was all over me. We went back in the area of the Humane Society where all of these cats were that I had been visiting with. While the woman was trying to talk me into another cat that was older, I couldn’t keep my eye off of Muffy. So, I told the woman I wanted to visit with Muffy one more time in the private room. Again, Muffy was looking up at the ceiling. Then all of a sudden…she stopped and looked at ME. And with that look was a “meow.” That was all it took! I looked back at her and said “OK, you’re coming home with me.”

Her name was instantly changed to “Cino.” I am not a “Muffy’ kind of person.

Here she is a few minutes after bringing her home. I let her out of the box in the bathroom because I wanted her to be by her litter box so she knew right away where it was. Little did know, behind the toilet in the bathroom would become her home for the next few days.


I brought her food & water in there. I talked to her and tried to let her know she was safe.

After the first few days, she was brave enough to venture out of the bathroom. I was sitting on the couch watching tv and I looked over and saw her peeking around the corner at me. When I got up, she ran back in the bathroom. Then one night, I was asleep and all of a sudden I felt a little wet nose on mine. She decided to “check me out” finally!

For the next few days, she worked up her courage to come around the corner from where she was peering into the living room. She looked at the tv and as she got closer to it, it startled her. She didn’t seem familiar with what it was and did not want to go near it. She was very hesitant about going to the screen door to look outside too. She sure was taking her time getting to know ALL of her new surroundings.

Even though she wasn’t hiding in the bathroom anymore, she was still very territorial of it for a while.  One day when my dad was over, he went to use the bathroom and, of course, closed the door behind him. Cino was not happy with this and spent the whole time standing up against the door meowing. When my dad came out he looked at her and said “I promise, I didn’t use the litter box.”

Here she is when she came to realize this was her home and that she was safe and loved!
(Looks pretty comfortable, doesn’t she?)


The next few weeks would turn out to be a pretty rough beginning for us. I had to take her to the veterinarian to catch up on some vaccinations and because she was sick. She needed to be given medication for the next 10 days (poor thing). Then I went to give the paperwork from the veterinarian to the apartment manager. She gave them back to me and said she needed to be declawed in the back. What?!

First of all, I worked really hard at getting a cat that fit all of the requirements. One of the requirements was declawed, to my understanding, in the front. Well, since I do not even agree with declawing in the first place, I intentionally picked out a little older cat that was already declawed (so I didn’t have to do it). And secondly, you don’t declaw a cat in the back. If they were to accidentally get outside, they would have no means of self-defense.

After getting a letter backing me up from a friend of mine who is a veterinarian, many phone calls to the apartment corporate office, and many tears, I was told I did not have to have her declawed in the back. (Fyi…I would have never done it, I would have moved)

So there’s the tale of how my cat, Cino and I met. It is now six years later and I couldn’t have asked for a better cat!

End note: I found out that she lived with three birds before, maybe this is why she was always looking up.

This post is part of Tuesday Tales. Visit my Tuesday Tales page to read more pet stories and to participate.

Manufactured…Computers, Toys, Dogs, Furniture, Clothes

Do you see something that doesn’t belong?


Breeders are treating animals like just another item that is manufactured. They are thought of as a “moneymaking machine.” These are LIVING creatures, not plastic, wood, or cotton that we can use to create necessities for us humans. There is no necessity for this. HAVEN’T WE GOT ENOUGH ANIMALS IN NEED OF A HOME?

Check out the following story about one happy ending for a dog that lived 12 years in a cage breeding year after year, terrified of humans.
Abused Dog Never Felt Love

The take away…next time you are looking for a new puppy, visit a shelter. There is no need to have a “specific” breed dog. Adopt, don’t shop!