Not quite what you were expecting! As of this writing, there are over 350,000 available pets listed on Petfinder.com, the #1 web site for finding your new best friend. There are many pure bred and mixed-breed dogs and puppies in all sizes, shapes and colors. (We once heard of a dog turned into the shelter because it didn't match the carpeting!)
These dogs are often living in foster homes where they are evaluated for a perfect match. They come from the streets, dumped in dark alleys, and sometimes, from homes just like yours. Some spend endless hours waiting in cages at kill shelters, their time running out, for someone to care.
Please consider an older dog. Due to the downturn in the economy, families are being forced to turn in their beloved pets as they can no longer afford to keep them. Not being a puppy shouldn't mean a death sentence. With a mature dog, there is no housebreaking, no shoe stealing, no chewing. Most have lived in a home situation and are very sociable and well mannered. All you'll be missing are the puppy pictures!
We do not sell or adopt puppies and take a firm stand against irresponsible and back-yard breeders.
We urge everyone who is looking for a dog to consider adopting a rescue dog. If you feel that you just must have a pure-bred puppy, then please contact a specific breed rescue or an official AKC Dog Club, listed on the AKC'S web site. They will be glad to assist you in searching for that perfect pup!
Adopting a puppy from an advertisement in the newspaper will only encourage back-yard breeding. You will be adding a new member to your family, a member that will be with you for possibly 10 to 15 years or more so remember, you want to adopt the best, don't settle for 'pet quality'.
Back-yard breeders have no regard to the health or temperament of the puppy. They are simply carelessly breeding dogs to make money.
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Here's a Story of a Very Special Rescue
American flags at half staff, endless radio and TV coverage, newspapers, pictures, e-mails, phone calls…I was on emotional overload.Needing a break from this tragedy, I took my Black Lab, Velvet, to the park.We sat at a picnic table, she barked at squirrels, sniffed trees.It was quiet and cool; the wind blew lightly as we walked along.
We found ourselves at the playground where two women and one very little girl were sitting.The girl, a Downs Syndrome child, reached out to pet Velvet.The mother was nervous at first, afraid that she might pull Velvie’s ears or tail.Just as they thought, the girl pulled a little, petted a little.
Then she climbed up into my lap and gave me a hug.A simple hug from this sweet little girl, and for that brief moment, I felt an overwhelming connection with humanity.On any normal day, I would have passed these people by, but for a short moment, my mind was far away from the worries and concerns.
The call for help came a few days later.Therapy dogs were needed at the WTCCrisis Center at Pier 94 in New York City.
What would have been a 45-minute ride into the city from NJ, turned out to be just over 2 hours – Jessie and Jake, two Golden Retrievers, my Velvet, and Marbles, a therapy cat...all carpooled into the city, stopping at several security points as the police checked inside and outside and underneath our vehicle.We parked in a roof-top lot.Velvet had always been comfortable in elevators, but we never anticipated the challenge of the escalator.One missed step and her nails would be caught in the teeth of the tread.Thank God for the ‘over’ command!
We walked down the streets, past walls of pictures posted of the missing and the lost.We climbed over sandbags, stepped around banks of telephones set up for the families, National Guard with guns drawn, smells of the burning buildings and smoke, and my Velvet remained calm.
We worked from to that first day, trying to comfort the family members who were being prepared to apply for death certificates.They refused to believe their loved ones were gone.Some of the people thought Velvet was a bomb-sniffing dog….some, a cadaver dog.One man walked up to me and remarked, “she’s alive!”His cat, he said, was left behind in his apartment and would surely die.
With nowhere to take a break, we were surrounded by the wall of teddy bears, the notes left behind - the posters of the missing were at every turn.We went outside the building for a moment, but Velvet was still ‘working’... as a police officer bent down and buried his face in her fur, and cried.
I will never forget that first night, as we stood in the parking deck overlooking the EmpireStateBuilding lit up in red, white and blue.We hugged each other and our dogs.We cried.We looked toward the south to see the smoke and the flames and knew we’d remember the pain and the horror forever, and we were in awe of the power of our dogs.
Later would come the Delta Dogs , the TDI Dogs, the Bright and Beautiful Therapy Dogs and others, but for now, we were alone with our thoughts and our dogs.Remarkable dogs - therapy dogs that were used to nursing homes and parades and public events...now charged with an unbelievable task, and they comforted us.
Our last visit to the Pier was in November when NY held the memorial at Ground Zero for the families of the deceased.They expected 2,000 to 4,000 people – they had over 11,000.We were staged at Pier 94 waiting for the ceremony to conclude.New York City bussed the people from Ground Zero to the Pier to receive the urns of ash from the site.
A lonely bagpipe woefully played “Amazing Grace’ as the people filed in.They stood in never-ending lines to receive the black boxes which held the urns.They were facing the reality of their own personal loss.There were dignitaries from foreign countries, movie stars, politicians, the Red Cross, FEMA, the ASPCA…and there were our dogs, stoic and brave, and we cried.
Velvet was entered into the New Jersey Veterinary Association Hall of Fame for her therapy work in relation to September 11th.
In 2005, she was again inducted into the NJVA Hall of Fame – Therapy Category,returning to therapy work at the Veterans’ Home after amputation of her hind leg due to osteosarcoma.
Velvet was the only dog to receive two such awards, and was a guest on Dr. Brian Vovnick’s television show, “Pet Stop” on NJN.
She was also featured in Dog Fancy Magazine, August, 2005.
Saved from a kill shelter...
Velvet was a RESCUE DOG!
Am I Famous Now?
I was born today. There were ten of us. My Daddy was famous, my Mom was famous too. But since she got famous, My Momma doesn't play anymore.
All my Momma does is have puppies like me. No more loving hands, no trips to the park, Just puppies and more puppies. She is always so sad when they leave.
When it was my time to leave home, I didn't want to go. I hid behind my Momma. I didn't like you, but you said someday
I would be famous.
I wonder if famous is the same as Chasing bugs and rolling in the grass. You just picked me up and took me away. I don't think you even liked me.
My new home is far away and I try very hard to be brave. Where are my brothers and sisters? I'm scared and I'm afraid and I'm hungry. But you say too much food is bad for my bones.
The children are mean to me and You punish me if I snap at them. I can't understand why they hit me. I try to be quiet and good.
I want to go home to my Momma. The man always hollers and The lady throws my food on the floor. No kisses or touch, no petting or play.
Sometimes I pretend I'm in a big green field With butterflies and robins And frogs to chase and flowers to smell. Sometimes I just hide and wish I could go home.
Today, I had ten puppies! They were warm and wonderful.
Am I famous now?
I wish I could play with them, but they are so small, And they are all crying now. I am so hungry and so very thirsty. It's so hard to lay here trying to nurse my puppies.
I only have eight now. Two got cold during the night I tried but I couldn't make them warm. We are all very weak. Please, can we have some food?
Today, they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us anymore. Someone grabbed my puppies - they were crying and whimpering As we were put in a box in a truck.
Are my babies famous now?
The new place smelled - of urine and fear and sickness. Why am I here? I miss my puppies but they are gone now. Once I was beautiful, like my Momma, But now I'm dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. I really tried to be good.
Today someone came and put a rope around my neck And led me to a room that was very clean. They put me on a shiny table and someone hugged me.
It felt so good.
And then I felt tired.
I laid down.
My eyes closed.
My breathing stopped.
Today, somebody cared.
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan."...Irving Townsend