Comments on: Of All The Gin Joints In All The World She Walks Into Mine

By: Bogart

Bogart — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 23:20:12 +0000

Dude, I totally identify with your story.
In my first family, there were kids who were supposed to walk me while the mom was at work, but didn’t. WHen I had accident, instead of them getting punished, I was the one who went to jail.
The people at the jail called a lady who they knew liked Schnauzers, and she came and bailed me out. I kissed her and sang to her all the way to her house.
She said she was going to find me a home, but I decided I liked hers just fine, and convined her to keep me.
She thinks I’m wonderful, and says she just can’t believe what people throw away.

By: Jasmine

Jasmine — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 21:47:29 +0000

I’m Jasmine, an American Staffordshire Terrier. I was rescued by an animal rescue shelter in Murray, KY the day before I was to be put to sleep. My breed, plus many others, were pretty much banned in the city. I was given up, rescued, placed in on foster home where a lab pup bit me while playing (which left a scar), another foster home where I met Duke, an american pit bull terrier. He was the best. Then, my family came and got me, my new family, anyway. We are so chaotic, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’ve got my brother and sister trained to take me on walks when I want to go. It’s so fun!! And I have a BIG family!

By: Dahlia

Dahlia — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 20:20:09 +0000

I apparently suffer from amnesia. My first memory was of me walking lost in the country; barefoot, pregnant, homeless, and nameless. The dog cops picked me up and took me to a high-kill shelter. It seems small gals like me aren’t a valued commodity in rural areas. Luckily a foster family took me in, named me Squeaker (ok, so I yelp when I’m excited….), and cared for me ’till I had my pups. Being cute little buggers, they got adopted easily, but I was too scared to come out of my cage to entice any potential owners. Don’t know what happened in my first life, but I was scared of strangers, especially men and children. My foster folks took me to a craft show, posted my picture, and some lady took a liking to me. The next thing I know, I’m in a strange lap, shaking like a leaf, and taken to a new home. The lady, I’ll call her Mom, talked to me, gave me food. a bed , and something called love. I resisted a lot of her efforts, but my barriers started to break down. Heck, we went on car rides, visits to other dogs, and some one evil, known as a vet. (You want to put that stick WHERE ?????) I learned that a leash is a good thing–it takes you to streets where there’s pee-mail, squirrels, birds, and poop to roll in. The first walk to the woods was scarey. I cried and didn’t want history to repeat itself, but it turns out to be a doggy disneyland! Now our second home is the dog park where I’ve learned to make dog pals, and people aren’t all that scarey. (Am still trying to make sense of children, tho-noisy, scarey things…..) Mom says we found each other, and what a good thing!

By: lagene

lagene — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 18:46:36 +0000

Bo, if we could all be as clever and happy as you are…..what a wonderful world this would be!!

By: lagene

lagene — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 18:44:33 +0000

BIU

By: Athens, Austin, Braedey, Kenzie and Tucker

Athens, Austin, Braedey, Kenzie and Tucker — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 02:40:08 +0000

Well we just want to say what a wonderful adoption story. Mommy read this to us and then she told us she is definitely getting the book when it comes out.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 26 May 2008 21:40:21 +0000

I love you too?????

By: Luckeyboy from Doggyspaces

Luckeyboy from Doggyspaces — Thu, 22 May 2008 15:06:16 +0000

OH BO I loved your story you are the coolest doggy I know! And your site is pawsume dude! Love your new buddy forever Luckeyboy in Alabama?

By: Quinn

Quinn — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 08:16:10 +0000

Great story Bobo

By: Sarah

Sarah — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 21:27:37 +0000

There I was…walking along the street when somebody grabbed me & stuck me in the car. My big belly was showing, but I was hungry and hoping they'd take me to their house. Yea, they kept me about a week after I delivered my 9 babies. Then off to the Big House, it was scary. Everyone probing at me & my babies. I heard someone say "They're healthy" then we were taken to a quiet room all to ourselves. I got plenty of food & water and someone always checking in on us. I was about 3 weeks into my sentence when one of the guards came in with some lady with nice brown eyes like mine. Me & my nine packed into her truck & off for a ride. We arrived at her home where we had a huge indoor pen, clean blankets, food, water & all the Milkbone biscuits I could eat…it was Heaven! She had a couple of other mutts running around so I "smiled" at them when they came near the pen. The lady told them to get away from the pen. She also had a couple of cats that would visit me. The lady kept my cage clean, played with my "youngens" & always gave me some special time outside the pen where I'd eat 2 or 3 milkbones…boy they were good! It was just a few days before Christmas back in '05 when she packed us up & back to the Big House we went. I thought I did something wrong… I heard the guards talking about the Lady & how she'd lost a Border Collie after 16 yrs, just a few months back. They said she really liked me because I looked like the dog who went to the Rainbow Bridge. I was black & white just like her other one. The next day I had an operation so I couldn't have anymore babies AND she came back to pick me up. She told me all my babies were adopted in one hour. The lady takes me for rides…which I LOVE…and all kinds of places! We still have our "special time" where she gives me a couple of biscuits & scratches my belly. She always bringing home these mutts who stay for awhile, then they must go back to the Big House. I know she loves me & my 2 sisters, she tells us so!