Hug an Old Dog Today

October 2, 2012 by  
Filed under Elderbulls, Headlines, Stories

I absolutely love puppies. Whenever I see one, I feel a kind of magnetic attraction pulling me toward it, making me want to touch it and cuddle it. I want to smell puppy breath. But I have to confess that my heart really goes out to old dogs.

Quinn the Elderbull Ambassador

Months passed and he grew on me. It’s like he just knew me and what I needed, and when and where to cuddle. He knew how to make a happy, sighing noise as if to say, “Thank you lady.” The thing of it was, selfishly, I wanted to keep him. I was going through some bumps in the road of my life and Quinn seemed to ground me.

Our Ancient Bull

September 27, 2012 by  
Filed under Elderbulls, Headlines, Second Chances, Stories

We are proud parents of an “ancient bull.” This girl we affectionately call “Sunny Hunny Bunny Wiggle Butt” came to us as a medical foster. She had been bred repeatedly and was full of scars and tears, and came to our shelter with a huge gaping neck wound from a pinch collar.

I Miss You

September 25, 2012 by  
Filed under Elderbulls, Service and Therapy Dogs, Stories

Growing up with animals, I have had to say goodbye before, and in the past the decision on whether it’s time is often the hardest part – the idea of playing God and making that call is an impossible one. But in the case of Omega, her downward spiral was so fast and severe, I wanted to put her out of her misery as soon as possible. The decision was clear.

Elsie the Artist

September 25, 2012 by  
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Elsie uses her paws, her tail and whatever else she can get on the canvas to leave her mark as a pit bull that is so happy that she wants to share the love with everyone.

The Fabulous Che’

September 24, 2012 by  
Filed under Elderbulls, Great Family Dogs, Stories

My story with Che’ (pronounced Shay) began in Oregon, when my daughter Katrina came home with the cutest puppy I had ever seen. I didn’t even know what kind of dog she was until my daughter’s boyfriend at the time told me she was a pit bull. (I found out later she is really an American Staffordshire Terrier.) My reaction was, “Of all the dogs out there, why did you have to get this kind?”

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