My 200th Post Celebration Has Gone to the Dogs! And the Cats! PART 1

This is my 200th post.
And it’s HUGE!

First of all, the fact that I, an extremely slow writer with the most erratic life which simultaneously creates inspiration for posts yet prevents me from having the time to actually write them, have completed and posted two-hundred entries is bloody monumental.

Second, it’s quite literally huge because when I put out the call in my last post for your animal rescue stories, I wasn’t sure how many of you would have time to respond, but lot of brilliant peeps came through big time. You came through so much in fact that, despite editing your stories a teeny bit where I could, there was just too much love to put in a single post so this is the first of two celebration posts. When we party we party big up in here, yo!

Part Deux is going to run on Thursday (statically the other high traffic day and I want everyone to get as much exposure as possible…and because I’m not off until Wednesday and I’ll need to sleep at some point this week) so make sure to come back to read the rest of these wonderful tales of rescue love.

As I mentioned above, I work a lot of hours (pretty much all of them between writing and my second job) and whenever one of your stories popped up on my phone it truly made my day, so thank you all so very much for sharing them with me. Not only did your stories make me smile (and sniffle in a few cases) but they are the very things that make a difference in spreading the word about how awesome it is to adopt an animal. As most of you know both Kira and Seamus were rescues so it’s a cause that is very dear to me.

Finally, thank you, thank you, two hundred times thank you for being here and reading my what-the-fuckery and helping me to reach this landmark. I’m a writer which means that I can’t not write but it means the world to have you all here to read it. MASSIVE GROPING HUGS TO YOU!

And now without further ado, here are your animal stories! PART ONE!

~Brody & Stacy: The Bromance (Instagram)

I didn’t think I’d get another fur kid. I saw something on facebook about a dog at a shelter an hour from my house and I just remember thinking how awful it feels to be left alone. As I was walking around [the animal shelter] wondering what to do (and panicking because I *could not* leave without bringing a pup home (I can’t articulate that feeling)), I saw a brown bear right there in a cage. Good God he was huge. And his fur! If an afro and a cloud mated, the result would be what I was seeing before me. And I met Brody. In the 10 or so minutes we spent meeting each other, he showed me no less than 15 facial expressions, a freckled tongue and a gentleness that surprised me.

It’s been three weeks today since we rescued each other. He is kind and gentle and playful and curious and still tilts his head when he’s confronted with anything out of the ordinary. And I’m lucky. It boggles my mind why anyone would get rid of him voluntarily (the story was a “change in lifestyle” and that “he doesn’t get along with other pets” which is ridiculous), but I couldn’t be more grateful. I’m going to write the shelter a letter and a separate one and ask they forward it to his previous owners. Thank you, Person Who Didn’t Want My Dog.

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~Roxxi & Gina: Pibble Love

Roxxi is the sweetest girl & best companion anyone could ask for! I went to the shelter in search of a puppy. I sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor amongst all of the dogs & Roxxi came right up, crawled into my lap & laid her head on my shoulder, we’ve been best friends ever since. She was due to be euthanized & I just couldn’t let that happen. I could say that I rescued her that day…but really, in every way that counts, she is the one who rescued me!

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~Alexandria, Nineveh, Lucy & Brenda: Finding Out You’re a Dog Person

I found Alexandria & Nineveh in a shelter in South Carolina around 2005 or so. Alexandria convinced me to take her and her sister home, and they have been running the household ever since. (Though I suspect that Nineveh is really the evil genius behind most of their plots).

Lucy adopted my father-in-law several years ago. The story goes that he was at work (I believe he was repairing engines at the time), and Lucy walks into the workshop, walks past several of my FIL’s coworkers, and sits in front of him with a look as if to say “You’re the one. Take me home.” He got her a bowl of water and they were inseparable until just this past year. Sadly, he was diagnosed with ALS last year, and the rapid progression of the disease has made it impossible for my in-laws to give Lucy the time and space an active dog needs. Keith and I took her in, and she has since convinced me that I was, in fact, also a dog person. (I swore I wasn’t, but holy crow I love that dog).

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Note from Brenda: Lucy broke her leg in the backyard at the beginning of the summer in a suspected squirrel-related mishap, but she refuses to tell me the details. I think the squirrel won that day. That’s why she’s wearing a cast in the picture. It has since come off and she is running around chasing squirrels and rabbits once again like the vicious hunter (not really) she thinks she is.

~Ozzie & Nancy: Brotherly Love (This Crazy Life of Mine)

We adopted Ozzie in April 2011. We had a crazy idea to adopt a brother or sister for Blue who we had since early 2010. The Humane Society of Pinellas County happened to post a video one day of an Australian Shepherd that had been dropped off by it’s previous owner because they had to move. That video sent me to the Humane Society immediately to meet him. He was shy and timid and oh so handsome. Someone else was in the process of adopting him, but it fell through and we were next on the list. Later that day, we took Blue up to meet him as they recommended. They didn’t even look at each other and we decided that was all we needed to take Ozzie home and spoil the heck out of him.

Ozzie has come so far 2 1/2 years we’ve had home. He came into our home unsure of how to act around my husband, very timid, and afraid of little things like a belt being picked up off the dresser and more. We realized very quickly that he probably did not live in the best circumstances prior to our home. We worked with him closely every day and he is now a happy go lucky dog who is so happy to be in our home.

Ozzie and Blue get along like most “brothers”, sometimes they drive each other nuts, but it’s also not uncommon to find them snuggling on the floor or couch. I am thankful every single day that we rescued Ozzie and have given him a home where he is spoiled rotten. He is incredibly loyal and he just wants to be loved. We joke about how the dogs don’t live with us, we live with them. They are our children and we love and adore them.

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~Bear & Andrea: Ten Acres and a Dog  (My Everything Corner)

We had been living at our new home on a 10 acre piece of land for nearly a year, when I decided that enough was enough. Being that I am often alone out in the yard, I deserved a dog, the large space deserved a dog, and a dog deserved the large space.

It didn’t take too long looking at nearby shelters for our puppy to come in. The story was that he’d been dropped off in a Saskatoon parking lot with two young girls. Their big hearts took him home, but being that they already had a dog, and she didn’t get on well with Bear, they would have to take him to the SPCA.

We drove the 3 hours to Saskatoon, fell in love, and brought our new puppy home. His looks, his disposition and his size would suggest that he is Tibetan Mastiff cross.

It’s been well over a year, and with lots of training and even more love, we have the perfect dog. And myself, Bear and our 10 acres couldn’t be happier.

~Yoki & Bryan: Not Your “Classic” Rescue But a Rescue All the Same (A Beer for the Shower)

I rescued Yoki from a pet store. I know, that almost sounds like an oxymoron, but hear me out. I was at the mall one day, walking by the pet store, when I saw this poor disheveled dog looking out at me from behind a glass cage. She was sharing a much-too-small pen with a huge bulldog that had been bullying her. Her hair was matted, her ears were down, and the fur on her tail had been chewed off completely to the point that her tail was nothing more than a limp noodle covered in red, raw flesh. I’ll never forget the sign that was posted beneath her.

“$100. Please take me.”

It was Christmas time. Everyone else was so excited to look at the other dogs and bring home a cute, well groomed puppy for their Christmas gift, but no one was even giving Yoki a second glance. And her, she just sat there, helpless, staring at me. Whimpering. Pleading with me to help her. She was getting old for a puppy – 6 months according to her tag, easily the oldest dog in the store – so I walked up to the counter and asked the girl what they did with puppies that didn’t sell once they got too old. The girl said, “We’re not allowed to disclose that.”

AKA they were going to put her down.

I saw potential in that dog. I knew she could be beautiful if the right person just took care of her, and nursed her back to health, and loved her. I knew that person had to be me. I knew if I walked out of that store that they were going to put her down. That I’d regret it for the rest of my life. I bought her on the spot.

She’s been my best friend for 7 years now, and even though I got her at a pet store** (the very place I hate), I have no doubt in my mind that on that day I saved her life.

**Said “pet store” has since been shut down
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(By the by, Yoki is Kira’s unrelated nearly identical twin and if you want to read the comic that they made together then you can check that out here.)

That concludes PART ONE of my 200th post celebration, but please make sure to come back on Thursday for PART TWO and read the rest of the stories because they are all so heart-warming and adorable and so worth the read.

34 thoughts on “My 200th Post Celebration Has Gone to the Dogs! And the Cats! PART 1

  1. Awwww!! I love this!! I love reading all of these stories & I’m so excited to read more on Thursday!! Thank you, Kat, for sharing our stories & thank you for supporting such a great cause!! <3

  2. Oh my goodness…all the adorable faces! Such great stories and a wonderful way to celebrate your 200th post. A couple of these pooches I’ve seen before and a couple were new but all of them are adorable. So happy all those amazing fur babies found homes and that there are such great people in the world willing to step in and save animals.

    Congrats, Kat, on a fantastic blogging career and on sharing your special day with everyone else. Love you and your fur babies!
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    • My furbabies love their auntie Jewels too (even though Kira kicks up a fuss whenever you dare to get up from your chair when you’re visiting. ;-) )

  3. I love this and I love you for writing it and paying tribute to fur kids – ours and all the fur babies everywhere. I always joke that I like animals more than people, but there’s far more honesty in that than anything jokey. I can’t comment on the love parents have for their children, and “love” is completely relative anyway, but I love my kids with my whole heart. Losing Jürgen in February left a huge hole in me I don’t think can ever be refilled. He was my son, he just had 4 legs and a tail. Animal lovers understand this feeling. I don’t trust people who don’t love animals – if you’ve never understood the most complete, pure and unconditional love and gratitude and absolute dependence, I’m not sure you’d know how to give that back to someone else. Maybe it’s just me. And it’s relative, so what my beliefs are irrelevant outside of my head.

    I didn’t think I’d get another fur kid. I saw something on facebook about a dog at a shelter an hour from my house and I just remember thinking how awful it feels to be left alone. How your entire life can hinge on one person concluding they’re done with you and “thanks for the memories, but I don’t want to make any more together.” For a person with a heart, being on the receiving end of abandonment is anguish. Imagine how an animal feels when dropped off somewhere stinky and noisy and, even though surrounded by animals and staff, alone and confused. Their entire life has been turned upside down and their only salvation is being cute and healthy enough to get someone’s attention.

    I’m rambling and comment-jacking, but we writer-types write (and write and write). Anyway, I drove an hour for the Golden Retriever I saw on Facebook and both fortunately and unfortunately he had been “claimed” somehow before the shelter even opened. And he had a line. So, as an aside, if anyone reading this ever comes across an animal in need of a home, use social media. It works. I hadn’t prepared for not being able to adopt the dog and I’ve always been avoidant of shelters because I want them all. My heart breaks for them. I cry. So I’ve always stayed away. Here I walked around and “met” one dog. She was lovely and sweet and I had no doubt she and I would get on great. But As I was walking around wondering what to do (and panicking because I *could not* leave without bringing a pup home (I can’t articulate that feeling)), I saw a brown bear right there in a cage. Good God he was huge. And his fur! If an afro and a cloud mated, the result would be what I was seeing before me. My heart sank when a man asked a staff member about him before I could, but something she said made him walk away. And I met Brody. In the 10 or so minutes we spent meeting each other, he showe me no less than 15 facial expressions, a freckled tongue and a gentleness that surprised me. I found that he was an “application” dog and that I couldn’t bring him home. The best I could do was apply and wait for the staff to weed through and find the best match. (Silver lining: some shelters do care.) I must’ve stood there, pen in hand, staring at that application form for 20 minutes. There wasn’t anything they could do and, really, who am I to ask them to bend the rules? At the same time, I was an hour from home. I was in Flint, MI, which, if you’re not familiar, is a “bit rough.” (Understatement times a billion.) It’s not as though I could keep making trips, even for something important. Eventually a woman I had talked to earlier asked one of the girls, “Is she the one interested in Brody?” She told me she’d love to see him go home that day with someone who wanted him badly and that she’d feel good if she could know he was going to have a good home. I gaped and gawped and cried and smiled and realized I had been holding my breath. They did some paperwork and about a half hour later they led him out to me and that was it.

    It’s been three weeks today since we rescued each other. He is kind and gentle and playful and curious and still tilts his head when he’s confronted with anything out of the ordinary. He has Uncle Leo / Albert Einstein eyebrows that make him look like he has HAD IT WITH YOUR SHENANIGANS AND IS FURIOUS (or at the very least, deeply aggrieved). He tore through my screen door to chase a cat. He burps and passes gas constantly – it’s as though his diet consists solely on gas station Andy Capp’s Hot Fries and 40 oz cans of Pabst. He has a habit of leaping through the air as though he were channeling Kerri Strug and landing full footed (pawed) on my abdomen and/or ribcage. He’ll stand over me in the middle of the night, panting, and when his string of drool hits my cheek and my eyes snap open, he’ll drop the kong in his mouth on my face in his excitement to go potty outside. He’s friendly and loving and but for a few things we need to work on re training and screen door respect, he’s a good boy. He’s protective and he listens. He’s happy.

    And I’m lucky. It boggles my mind why anyone would get rid of him voluntarily (the story was a “change in lifestyle” and that “he doesn’t get along with other pets” which is ridiculous), but I couldn’t be more grateful. I’m going to write the shelter a letter and a separate one and ask they forward it to his previous owners. Thank you, Person Who Didn’t Want My Dog.

    I don’t have a blog or write anymore and I apologize for blatantly and selfishly using your space to share my story, the full details of which are probably only important to me. And thanks for writing this and featuring us. Sir Brody would thank you as well, but he’s presently sitting on the grass deeply engrossed by a squirrel who has been fucking with him for at least an hour. What a jerk.

    Anyway. Thank you again and apologies for comment jacking.

    • I absolutely LOVED this story and am thrilled that you “jacked” my comment section. I didn’t know the full story of Brody and since we hadn’t really talked prior to my “OH MAH GAWD HE’S ADORABLE”-type comments I felt funny about pestering you for details. I definitely needed to give you a shoutout in this piece though since following your adoption of Brody was what inspired this post so I just kinda winged it. When I have a few moments–I still have part 2 to iron out–I’m actually going to take a bit of your comment and put it into the post because most people don’t have time to read a post’s comments and I’d really like for everyone to get to read about your Bromance. =) Thank you so much for this, Stacy.

  4. LOVE this!! Reading the stories just made me happy and I’m just so happy that there are people like you and the ones in this post who care for the fluffy cuties. I’m not in the position to take care of one for myself now, need to move out first. But as soon as I can have a little cutie, I will. :)

    Big Congrats on the blogging and the 200 posts! I love your writing, so here’s to 200 more!! *clinks with tea cup* <3 xoxo
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    • It’s especially nothing to sneeze at for me since I’ve used several writing places before and this one is the longest by a HUGE margin. I’m glad you enjoyed the stories, Jo-Anne. =)

  5. Awww, it’s the sweetest, most heart-warming post! I love seeing pictures of all the babies, and loved hearing the touching stories. This was most definitely a feel good post.

    Congrats on your 200th!! That is exciting. If I can get my rear in gear, maybe I can get there, too, ha ha.

    I will send you my story for the Thursday post! Kodi will be honored to be included on his girlfriend’s mom’s blog :)

  6. Those are great stories — really great. I am not much of a pet person. I mean, I’ve owned pets in my life and have liked them but I never got as attached as many people do. I still am an animal lover, though. Take this week: earlier this week, my wife tried to convince me that I have to knock down the birds’ nest on our rain gutter because she said they are woodpeckers and they are trying to get into our house. I reassured her that they were not woodpeckers and that I was not going to knock down the birds’ nest.

    And also, that same day, Mr Bunches — our youngest twin, by seven minutes, you don’t know him but he’s pretty cool — saw a bug and said “Look, Dad, a bug.”

    I said “Yeah, it’s a bug.”

    He said: “I’m going to smush it.”

    I said: “Don’t smush it. It’s outside. It’s okay for bugs to be outside. That’s where they live.”

    He said “Oh,” and we considered the bug for a minute.

    Then he smushed it anyway. I mean, he’s SEVEN. Plus he hates bugs. But he likes spiders. And he wanted to buy an “assassin caterpillar,” which is the only deadly caterpillar in the world. I said “no.” That wasn’t the same day; my life isn’t THAT exciting. But no matter WHAT day it is, I feel like being a parent requires me to not let my kids buy deadly caterpillars. That’s how I roll.

    (I wasn’t sad about the bug. It’s just a bug. But I felt like the story was worth repeating.)
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    • Well that does sound like something that a 7 year old boy would do. =P I’m glad that you enjoyed the stories even if you aren’t an animal nut like myself and my peers. ;)

  7. What a wonderful way to celebrate a wonderful milestone. Congratulations lovely lady. So happy to have met you through your writing.
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