Archive for the 'Available Dogs – Dogs in Danger' Category

My name is WRIGLEY and I am a neutered male, yellow Labrador Retriever and Great Pyrenees. I have been available for adoption since Jun 02, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 3 years old. I have been at the shelter since Jun 02, 2017.

Shelter Staff made the following comments about this animal:
Wrigley is a big, beautiful, smart boy who knows a lot of skills including “sit”, “down”, and “shake.” He is house-trained and will go to the door when he needs to be let out. He is also good on a leash and rides well in a car.
He must be placed in an adult only home. He would benefit from more training classes after he comes home with you. He will need a high fence due to his size. He loves durable chew toys so be sure to add them to your shopping list!
Wrigley is ready to go for lots of walks and run and play with his adopters! Ask to meet him and see if it’s a match.

For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975.  Ask for information about animal ID number A1190952.

Following are postings for dogs in danger in shelters throughout New Mexico. The postings contain contact information on the shelter, as well as the dogs identification.  For more information on specific animals, please contact the shelter directly.

My name is YOYO and I am a neutered male, tan and white Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Aug 03, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 2 years old. I have been at the shelter since Aug 03, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1765565.

My name is BUBBA and I am a neutered male, gold Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Aug 13, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 2 years old. I have been at the shelter since Aug 13, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Eastside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1738389.

My name is PRINCE and I am a neutered male, yellow Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Jul 26, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 9 months old. I have been at the shelter since Jul 26, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Eastside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1765107.

My name is BRIDGETTE and I am a spayed female, black and white Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Jul 30, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 2 years old. I have been at the shelter since Jul 30, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1764809.

Shelter staff named me SHIRLEY and I am a spayed female, yellow Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Aug 09, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 7 years old. I have been at the shelter since Aug 01, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1765424.

Shelter staff named me BROWDIE and I am a neutered male, red and white Labrador Retriever and American Pit Bull Terrier. I have been available for adoption since Aug 05, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 10 years old. I have been at the shelter since Jul 28, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1524166.

My name is PRINCESS and I am a spayed female, brown and white Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Jun 21, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 1 year and 7 months old. I have been at the shelter since Jun 21, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Eastside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1762903.

Shelter staff named me ROYCE and I am a neutered male, tan Labrador Retriever. I have been available for adoption since Aug 06, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 3 years old. I have been at the shelter since Aug 02, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Eastside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1765479.

My name is TYSON and I am a neutered male, black and white Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Aug 01, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 4 years old. I have been at the shelter since Aug 01, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1142010.

Shelter staff named me BASIL and I am a spayed female, brown Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Aug 07, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 2 years old. I have been at the shelter since Aug 02, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Eastside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1765486.

Shelter staff named me FETCH and I am a male, fawn and white Labrador Retriever. I have been available for adoption since Aug 09, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 2 years old. I have been at the shelter since Aug 03, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1765559.

Shelter staff named me KENNETH and I am a male, black Labrador Retriever. I have been available for adoption since Aug 03, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 1 year and 1 month old. I have been at the shelter since Jul 29, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1765286.

My name is GIBS and I am a neutered male, tan and white Labrador Retriever. I have been available for adoption since Jul 17, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 6 years old. I have been at the shelter since Jul 17, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Westside at (505) 768-1975. Ask for information about animal ID number A1764510.

My name is ROBIN and I am a neutered male, tricolor Labrador Retriever mix. I have been available for adoption since Jun 14, 2017. The shelter thinks I am about 1 year and 3 months old. I have been at the shelter since Jun 14, 2017. For more information about this animal, call: Albuquerque Animal Welfare Department – Eastside at (505) 768-1975.  Ask for information about animal ID number A1750268.

Did You Know:    Black dogs are particularly doomed when they are brought to a pound because they are passed by for lighter colored dogs.  This is especially true of  black labs or lab mixes.  They are euthanized at a horrifying rate at many pounds & shelters. If you are thinking about adopting a dog , please don’t overlook black dogs because they are just as loving & wonderful as lighter colored dogs!   Martin County Animal Shelter, Fairmont,MN

A Rescued Dogs Prayer

Thank you for rescuing me … I know you’ve thought long and hard about a new friend
Something about my soulful eyes and soft fur touched a very special part of you.
I wanted to share with you a bit of me,
and what might help me to be the best pup for you.
Up until a few weeks ago I had the perfect dog life,
and then one day, a day like every other,
Ended with me being abandoned.
I’ve been at the shelter, on the end of a chain,
In a field, or sitting on the side of the road
Waiting, scared, moved from place to place
With no idea of who to trust or what is going to happen.
Thankful for the fresh water, food, a warm place to sleep and sometimes kind people.
And then you chose me …
Please give me time to adjust to you and to learn your expectations of me.
All I want is to please you, I just do not know how to yet.
I ask you to please give me patience and understanding.
I don’t yet know what you want of me.
Teach me softly, consistently,
Outside, down, fetch, sit, good dog!
If you don’t understand my behavior,
It may be because I have been abused, abandoned, neglected.
Sometimes I may be afraid of you, of other people, of loud noises or sudden movements.
Time and patience will help me learn to trust again.
Please forgive me if I am protective of my food.
I was so very hungry for a very long time.
Someday I’ll understand that my food bowl will never again be empty.
Adopt me because you want me,
Because under my faults and flaws you see who I really am,
You understand that each of us is not perfect,
That our imperfections actually show our individual beauty.
And last but not least, please give me the precious time
I need to adjust to your house, to your home, to you.
I will bond to you … be it today, or tomorrow … or next week
And I promise with all that I am that I will be
Your most loyal, loving, forever friend.

By Luvin’ Labs


A Rescued Dogs Prayer was written with input from all of us at Luvin’ Labs to try to help new owner’s understand that their newly rescued lab needs some time to adjust.  Thanks to each and every one of you for your input!

Pictures are of Sir Lancelot, a 3 year old yellow Labrador Retriever rescued from the Garland, Texas shelter by many rescues working together.  He was an owner surrender who knows sit, shake, and lie down and was just left there, and rescued hours before being put to sleep.  The “Sad Lab” picture at the top of post circulated all over the internet waiting for a rescue to commit to him.  The “Happy Lab” picture at the bottom was after he was rescued, and safe, in boarding.  We are happy to say that Sir Lancelot is living his happily ever after with his new family in Albuquerque, NM!

By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.  Whenever I was”bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.  I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.  We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate.  I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.  She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her.  I was happy because you were happy.  Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement.  I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother  them, too.  Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.  Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.”

As they began to grow, I became their friend.  They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose.  I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would have defended them with my life if need be.  I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.  These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject.  I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.  Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.  You’ve made the right decision  for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.  It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.  You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.”  They shrugged and gave you a pained look.  They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.”   You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy!  Please don’t let them take my dog!”  And I worried for him, and what  lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty,  about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.  You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.  You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.  After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.  They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”  They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy  schedules  allow.  They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.  At first,whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream … or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.  A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry.     My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.  The prisoner of love had run out of days.  As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.  The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.  She gently placed a  turniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek.  I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.  She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein.  As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and  hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.  And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her.  It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of.  I will  think of you and wait for you forever.  May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

A note from the author:
If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American and  Canadian animal shelters.  Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.  Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious.  Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.


Once I was a lonely dog,
Just looking for a home.
I had no place to go,
No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain, in heat, and snow.
I ate whatever I could find,
I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
My body ached with pain,
And no one stopped to give a pat
Or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice
So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me
And took me off my feet.
“No one again will hurt you.”
Was whispered in my ear.
“You’ll have a home to call your own
where you know no fear.”
“You will be dry, you will be warm,
you’ll have enough to eat
And rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet.”
I was afraid, I must admit,
I’ve lived so long in fear.
I can’t remember when I let
A human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds
And bathed and brushed my fur
She told me about the rescue group
And what it meant to her.
She said, “We are a circle,
A line that never ends.
And in the center there is you
protected by new friends.”
“And all around you are
the ones who check the pounds,
And those who share their homes
after you’ve been found.”
“And all the other folks
who are searching near and far,
To find the perfect home for you,
where you can be a star.”
She said, “There is a family,
that’s waiting patiently,
and pretty soon we’ll find them,
just you wait and see.”
“And then they’ll join our circle
they’ll help to make it grow,
so there’ll be room for more like you,
who have no place to go.”
I waited very patiently,
The days they came and went.
Today’s the day I thought,
my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think
it wasn’t meant to be,
there were people standing there,
just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heartbeat,
I could tell they felt it too.
They said, “We have been waiting
for a special dog like you.”
Now every night I say a prayer
to all the gods that be.
“Thank you for the life I live
and all you’ve given me.
But most of all protect the dogs
in the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue person
to lift them off their feet.”
God bless the animals.


Homeless Animals Prayer

I ask for the privilege of not being born …  not to be born until you can assure me of a home and a master to protect me, and  the right to live as long as I am physically able to enjoy life … not to be born until my body is precious and men have ceased to exploit it because it is  cheap and plentiful.
~ Author Unknown ~

 

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“I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter…the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal. And I was angry. “God,” I said, “this is terrible! Why don’t You do something?” God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly. “I have done something,” He replied. “I created YOU.” ~ Jim Willis ~