Here’s a new video from HSUS. It’s sad at the beginning but has a sweet happy ending! So! Get out the tissues. Then donate.
Also: big eff you to people who buy dogs.
13-year-old boy comes to the rescue for neglected pit bull Princess »
OK guys, I have a tearjerker for you! Like, I’m tearing up as I write. But first, do we have any readers in or near Atlanta? Or even readers who just know people in that area? Help find a home for this dog! I can’t believe her story hasn’t been picked up by the media (unless I missed it), it’s got TV news written all over it. And I’ve seen Broadcast News 11 times, so I know.
On to the story. My ECD (a.k.a. big boss) is from Atlanta and he’s a serious dog advocate. So when FB was kind enough to inform me that he recently “liked” a video of this dog Princess sitting on command for the first time, I watched the video. I was immediately smitten! I looked into it and found her page. Princess has a sad history but hopefully she has a bright future! She’s only a year or so; I like to think neglected dogs totally forget their early years once they’re in a nice home (I mean I don’t even remember what three-year-old Megan’s favorite cereal was! And I’m so serious about cereal! So maybe it’s like that). Do you think it’s true? Well that’s what I hope, and I hope that’s true for Princess.
Princess was purchased with the intention of using her to breed (that sentence is so infuriating. Like, who the eff BUYS pit bulls? There are a gazillion in shelters! Plus, who the eff BREEDS pit bulls? There are a gazillion in shelters!). For some reason or another, the guy who bought her didn’t have a place to house her (way to plan, dickhead). So Princess “ended up in the backyard of a family.” Not clear about that but I think it means she wandered into a family’s backyard and set up shop. She was skinny and too scared to let anyone touch her, so she hid in the bushes. That’s just such a sad image. All these people out there are running around scared of the powerhouses that are pit bulls and this one is cowering in the bushes.
Lucky for Princess, a kind young boy named Patrick took it upon himself to help her:
A 13-year-old boy, Patrick, would be her caretaker. A neighbor would help him gain her trust. Princess was finally coaxed, caught, spayed and vetted.
There were victories along the way, but after healing from her surgery, Princess would be an outdoor dog. Princess reverted to her old ways of hiding in the bushes and running from the family. It was decided she needs a home where she can be an indoor dog and receive the consistency and training she needs. Patrick & his sister have gotten Princess this far. Now we need someone to take her the rest of the way.
Is there anyone who can help her? Foster or adopt her? If you can, email the Atlanta Bully Rescue. I can’t foster her and I’m feeling a bit powerless, but that’s when I take to the internets! If you can’t foster Princess either but still want to help, there are two other things you can do! 1. Make a donation to the Atlanta Bully Rescue; 2. Share share share this story until we find her a foster! Or better yet, a forever home! I mean, really, look at this face:
UPDATE on Princess!:
Thank you for this spotlight on Princess. She is a wonderful dog who is making leaps and bounds and is still currently in the Atlanta area. Princess is in a boarding scenario where she is getting some time with a trainer in a sort of “sanctuary” environment but she is looking for an experienced foster or forever home. It will be healthier for her to continue her progress and rehabilitation if she can go ahead and get settled into a home soon. If you are in the Atlanta area and end up fostering or adopting Princess, you will have access to some training by the people who have been assisting her. If interested in applying to be a foster or forever home for Princess, please email AnimalRescueAssistance@gmail.com
For another story from Atlanta Bully Rescue with as much heart, read about Norma Jean’s sad past and (hopefully) bright future.
Goddang this baby goat is cute! And his name is Scribbles? Please. Ridiculous. I need a baby goat! Man! No one ever gives me a baby goat.
You can read all about Scribbles on Farm Sanctuary’s site. Apparently some children were roughhousing with him! Dang kids. Poor Scribbles. Now he’s safe and sound! I love you, Scribbles.
Heartwarming story time! This little baby goat saved her mama’s life! Now they are both living the sweet life at Farm Sanctuary in New York. Look at that cute lil’ pink nose! Who could hurt that baby? I hope they name her Jesus. Little Jesus, the baby goat. Actually, if this is what Jesus looked like, I’d be hella religious.
Now, let me tell you the story of this mama goat and baby goat so you can cry and then give Farm Sanctuary all your money. This mama goat was bought as a “spent” dairy goat and was sentenced to slaughter (because that’s what happens to animals used for dairy, after they’ve used them up, the dairy animals get killed just like any animal raised for meat). They had no idea she was preggers! Then, bam! Baby goat time! As Farm Sanctuary says, “after witnessing the birth and the tender devotion between the mother goat and her child” the owner decided to save them and find them a good home, at Farm Sanctuary!
Awww. But that is not the end of the story! When Farm Sanctuary got to the slaughterhouse to pick up the mom and kid, they found another goat had just given birth! Surprise! The slaughterhouse owner decided to let this pair go to live at Farm Sanctuary too. Unfortunately, that baby was premature and now the baby and mama are both sick. You can help! Make a donation today! Let the babies have a nice, warm holiday, at least these two. Look at you, so caring and compassionate, you’re basically one of the three wise men. Or whoever it was that let Mary have her bastard in their barn. You’re that person. Merry Christmas, baby!
Another squirrel rescue! This is from reader Rebeka P.:
His name is Ax, or Axeman. (An Amebix song named “Axeman” inspired that: lock up your acorns, the Axeman is coming!) I kept him in my shirt for a week or two straight when he wasn’t sleeping in his nest. He was very small, eyes just barely opened, and we woke up at all hours of the night to feed him.
We released him before the winter since he seemed ready to go, more eager to get outside. After a few trial runs of him being outside for three hours while I sat and watched him in the trees crying because I was scared he was too high up or that he would never come back, we brought his cage and his nest and lots of nuts outside for him and let him do his thing. We have a squirrel food basket hanging in a tree in the woods full of goodies for him, and other squirrels, so he would have a steady flow of food through the winter since he didn’t have all spring and summer to collect nuts and stash them away.
We see him sometimes up in the trees. I miss him so very much but am so happy to have had his company. He enjoyed cleaning me, digging in my hair, laying on his belly on my head and spinning around in my hair, hiding acorns in my clothes, and playing with stuffed animals. He was the cutest and loveliest creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of caring for.”
Rebeka also says that the Squirrel Board has good resources on how to raise a squirrel adding, “squirrels are not pets, they do ‘wild up’ and are a LOT of work even just to raise them! Lots and lots of work and time with them. They’re cute, cuddly and awesome but they belong in the trees.”
I didn’t realize everyone and their mom was rescuing squirrels! I’m so jealous! What’s up with these squirrel parents though? We need a squirrel social services. Or maybe people just need to stop hitting squirrels with their stupid cars. Vegansaurus friend and super squirrel foster mom, Livia, is taking care of these two adorable critters:
The furless guy is a storm victim; his nest was blown down. The older one’s mom was dead in the street and he fell out of the nest looking for her. Now please excuse me while I go punch a bunch of people and then cry forever.
More adventures with baby squirrels! »
Remember the adorable video of the baby squirrel being rescued? Well, I’ve got another story for you! Reader Michelle A. sent me some photos of a baby squirrel she rescued a few years ago. Look at him eating that banana chip! Jesus Christmas!
Here’s the story from Michelle:
I saved a baby squirrel a couple years ago and he was the sweetest little guy I’ve ever encountered! I think squirrels might have the best damned personalities in the animal kingdom! I found him starving in the entryway to my then-boyfriend’s frat house near UCLA. He was shuddering and terrified, and desperate enough to come inside a house. We found his mom and sibling dead outside in the yard (we think they ate poison somewhere). I nursed him for a week before I took him to a squirrel sanctuary where they rehabilitated him and released him back into the wild. Part of me still wishes I had adopted him. Anyway, here are some pics of the little guy. We dubbed him Commodore Nibbles, because he liked to nibble on my fingers. He was also vastly inappropriate and liked to sleep on my crotch or in my sweater pockets. Best. Companion. Ever.
First of all, ew, frat house! Second, aww, inappropriate squirrel! Commodore Nibbles? Hilarious. I’m glad Michelle didn’t keep Nibbles forever because I don’t think squirrels are supposed to be house pets but how fun is that to play Squirrel Nightingale for a week? (Hint: so fun!) There is a serious issue here though: POISON is NOT SO GREAT! There are other ways to deal with “pests” that don’t endanger other animals and kids. Is rat poison even legal? It shouldn’t be. Earlier this year, seven kids in SF had to go to the hospital after eating rat poison at their school—WTF? We should ban that shiz, for real.
If you have any rescue stories to share, email me! I’ll make you internet famous! It’s like being regular famous except totally useless.