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Hello from Hong Kong!
I'm Bull's-Eye, named after the other major character in 'Oliver Twist'. I too am always asking for more! Thankfully, I wasn't mistreated when I was growing up, but it was tough being kept in a cage day after day, nose to nose with my Yorkshire terrier friend (now also happily adopted) for two years because my elderly owner couldn't take care of me. Later I was left alone to run around a yard until Hong Kong Dog Rescue heard about me from a neighbour. Then I lived for eight months at Pet World – a dog hotel and boarding kennels, which was great fun – but the fees were stacking up and I really needed a permanent place. I starred on YouTube while a home was sought but English bull terriers aren’t popular here; many people seem to think I'm a pit bull and are scared of me. Although it took a while, my people found me. For him, it was love at first kick: soccer is my game and I'll chase a ball all day. My charms took longer to work on her, but now, when she thinks he's not looking, she's just as soppy with me as he is! Now I'm four and a happy boy. Sure, I still have a rap sheet: I'm born to chew and destroy all my toys; I'm boisterous and do my bounce-off-the-walls "donkey dance" when I want to take a walk; I'm demanding, because I want my dinner NOW; I like to make myself at home on the rooftop furniture, as you can see; and I've even devoured a few paperbacks (and I don't mean by reading them). But I know my people wouldn't have it any other way. Hey – it's a dog's life!
Bull’s-Eye (and Stephen), Mid-Levels, Hong Kong
Captain Jack Sparrow was rescued by me at my old apartment complex when the maintenance personnel threaten to throw the kittens, living around the trash/garbage compactor, into it. They "threaten" this action because the kind-hearted neighbors, including myself, were leaving food and water for the 4-5 kittens living around the garbage compactor due to the extreme heat during a brutal Texas summer. When I and my neighbors found this out we scooped up the kittens and divided them among ourselves. Captain Jack made it into my arms along with a beautiful all black kitten named Simba. But Simba story is for another day. Captain Jack made himself at home with the rest of my cats and he is the pirate ruler among them. He is a beautiful orange and white cat that might be a little over weight from living the good life on catnip and too many treats but I would not have it any differently. Captain Jack turned out to be a very vocal cat that will come bounding into the kitchen when I am in there and "demand" his share of booty... aka... cat treats! A couple of years ago the vet discovered that Captain Jack has a heart murmur and needs medication daily. The vet said he was one lucky kitty to be rescued by me because without medication Captain Jack's life out in the wild would have been very short indeed. I told the vet that Captain Jack was not the only one rescued that day. He brings so much unconditional love and laughter to my life that I can not picture my house (I moved out of that apartment complex to give my cats a bigger house to roam) without him. Please open your heart to rescue animals because they give so much more then they take. Adopt not shop and make room in your heart and home for a rescue... you will never regret it!
I got a call from Longdogs Rescue in Sacramento, CA. Someone had just dumped a 7 pound mini petite chocolate dachshund in a night drop behind the local shelter. It was 12:00 midnight in January and this person just didn't want to deal with the folks inside the shelter. In the morning the employees found this little girl just shaking with the cold. She had no idea what she could possibly have done for someone to abandon her like this. I told the Rescue that I could not take one right now as I had just lost a dachshund.....but....I WOULD COME DOWN AND JUST LOOK....Well, you all know the rest of the story. Emma is with me. She is the most loving little girl that you could ever want. Emma never meets a stranger...she kisses all who come near her. I swear she is just so grateful for being rescued. She is now a therapy dog and goes to nursing homes to meet the senior citizens and just loves the attention. She goes from room to room spreading joy in each one.
When I came out of the Grocery store back in November I passed a couple of children looking at an SUV and pointing, so I stopped to listen and they had heard a kitten in the SUV engine. So me and another shopper got partially under the SUV and we seen this little grey kitten, but we could not reach him. I went back into the store and had the manager page over the intercom the description of the SUV to get them to come to the front. The lady who owned the SUV was shocked their was a kitten in her engine, so she popped the hood and me and the other shopper were able to pull him out. I took him home with me with the intention of taking him to the shelter. The poor kitten was covered in fleas so I gave him several flea baths to get them off and I fed him the poor little guy was so hungry. The more I held him, the more attached I became and in the end instead of taking him to the humane shelter I got him checked out at the vet (luckily he only had ear mites, which we treated) and I have had him since. My rescue Kitten name is Blue and and he is a healthy and so full of energy and he has brought joy to me ever since.
This is Sirius (the shelter had him named Noah). The reason I changed his name is because he had trouble trusting people since he was abandoned, neglected and most likely abused, yet the people he got close to he would do anything for.
When I first saw him at the shelter his hair was tangled, he smelled horrible (due to he was covered in his own messes), he had fleas and he wouldn't even lock eyes with any of the visitors (while all the other dogs were barking and trying to see who was the new visitor and hoping for a home... he just laid there.) He looked broken, I asked about his story. Turns out his old "owners" left him in their apartment when they moved without food or water (he still has a habit of jumping in a tub if he gets thirsty to get water even through I always have a water bowl out for him). They also assumed he was abused just due to his condition when they found him and the fact he was scared of people (he had a greater fear of men).
I asked to see him and they were surprised by how he took a liking to me right away, I think he sensed I had also been hurt before. I decided I needed him in my life and adopted him. He does not like to leave my side (at times we call him my shadow). He still get nervous every time someone leaves, still has a fear of new people (more towards men still), but the people he knows and trusts he is one of the most caring dogs. He is my best friend and I know he will always be there for me. Everyone knows were each others perfect match.
Grady (left) was an only cat. I kept thinking he needed a friend but I lived in an apartment and there just wasn't room. We moved into a house and my boyfriend noticed this gray/white cat hanging around. Grady was fascinated and would follow his movements if he was in the yard, meowing and carrying on. I'd put food/water out on the deck for him because I just couldn't let him starve. He would come up and eat/drink and then sit and watch Grady watch him. I think the whole neighborhood softies like me fed him, but he always ended up on our deck. Since we couldn't just call him "cat", I named him Decker (it seemed appropriate). One day last summer when it was so hot, my boyfriend came home and Decker was under the deck trying to stay cool. The softie that he was, opened the door to the house, called the cat and instantly, the outside cat became an INSIDE/Outside cat. When I got home, I was greeted with two sets of meows and obviously, a new set of rules. It used to be "get off the counter Grady", now it's "NO CATS ON THE COUNTER". You see how well that works. We are thrilled to have both cats, and the two boys are great friends. I often think how lucky we are that Grady adopted him (obviously this was the stray cat of his choice to befriend), and how Decker adopted us/ picked our home to call his. Adopt a Pet/Pick Up And Love A Stray. In this big world, four legged friends need love too.
Vinnie appeared in our backyard early last November. I'd gone out with the dogs (both rescues, of course) and found her curled up in a small depression next to the dog house. A trip to the vet showed she was a healthy 8 week old girl. So she joined our small "pride" of four spoiled felines, as well as two large dogs.
Vinnie was born with only one ear, my husband named her after Vincent Van Gogh. My awesome vet examined her and found there is a small opening to the ear canal, with a complete internal ear, just no external ear. We're unsure if she can hear with it, so like all my cats, she will have a spoiled life as an indoor only kitty.
She is quite the monkey, curious about everything in her world. Her current hobby is ripping paper into small shreds and chasing her older sisters, Phoebe and Olivia.
I would love to support You,but my money can only stretch that far.I've rescued cats and other animals,for as long as I can remember,and right now,I have 2 rescue cats in addition too my Persian.Our last addition to our little family,is "Flekken"(or Spotts as you would say in English).He found me outside a lokal video & candy shop in March last year.I checked him out,and guessed him to be about 3-4 months old.The next day,I took the cage + some food and water,loaded it on to my handikap scooter,and drove back to see if he was still there (the shop owner had told me he'd been around several weeks),and so he was.I had no problem getting him to come to me,so in the cage he went,and home to our place.His weight,was only about 1,5 kg,and when I took him too the vet the following Monday,he stated that the kitten was 6-8 months old,and had I not taken him in when I did,he wouldn't have made it thrue the weekend.Last January,he was back at the vet for re vacsination,and his weight then was 7 kg.This is a cat that was born from a mother who's ferrill,and she is also one of the many stray cats in our community,that I've been feeding since I moved here in 2005.I'm only allowed 1 cat where I live,and I've tried too replace him,but got no response to any of my adds,so I guess he's staying,and every time my landlord needs to enter my apt,I've made a deal with my friend next door,to take 2 of them while he's here.
My husband and I adopted Annie when she was 9 weeks old. The family who had her couldn't find a home for her and wanted to "put her down". She was the cutest baby with her extra paws and inability to walk straight because of them. She had 3 extras on each front foot and a dewclaw on each back foot. Her favorite things to do were sleep in my lap upside down and suck on my left earlobe. Just the left one, the right one didn't taste good I guess. She lived to be 17 years old and spent her entire life (except for vet visits) in the house. She was terrified of going outside, except once - one of her brothers had gotten out and she saw him by the front door and went out and herded him back inside. It was the cutest thing.
Rest in peace my beautiful Annie, you will be missed greatly!
One Saturday my wife surprised me by asking if we should adopt another cat from a local rescue. We had tried to add before but our 16 year old laid back rescue cat had been attacked. We spent a couple of hours looking for an adult which was known to like other cats and connected with us. We were about to leave and return the next day for more when I spotted a young woman holding a cat and crying her eyes out at the front desk. I asked staff what was going on and found out she was giving the cat up. I urged my wife to go look and make contact. It was a beautiful little black, long haired young adult female which her family was forcing her to give up after 3 years. We found out she had first come to this shelter in Florida from a hoarding situation in PA and now was being uprooted again. We were not allowed to really check her out then but returned the next day and were at the door when it opened. We met her, fell in love and brought her home a couple of days later after her local vet records were obtained and she was further checked out. Poor little thing had gone from hoarder, to temporary adoption, to tapeworm, to constant fleas, to ruptured ear drum, and more but she is a sweetheart and we think of it as karma. We renamed her Haven.