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Follow your heart. It knows the way to mine. – Reese I was due to be put down within hours...
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Bridget was thrown away after being with her family for 10 years. They were having a baby and didn’t want...
As soon as the door opened Gracie was up and wagging, the kind of wiggling wag that makes you smile. The three year old Staffordshire, or pit bull, a victim of hurricane Katrina who still goes into a panic during thunder and rain, was joyously greeting her friend Nicole Bruck.
Bruck, who is fighting breast cancer, volunteers regularly at Gracie's temporary home, the Armonk, NY shelter of Adopt-A-Dog. The visits, according to Bruck, keep her spirits up during chemotherapy - and Gracie is her favorite therapy dog. The two friends, who have both been through plenty of storms, are now healing together.
"Happiness is like a kiss … you must share it to enjoy it." – Anonymous
Meet the DogCaption "We woof you a Merry Christmas …" Christmas Card Muses. It took a pack of peeps to help our "come-back-pups" heal and find their forever homes.
All great things start somewhere. This started with a call from Roseanne. Four lifeless pups were being turned away from the shelter she was visiting because of overcrowding and because they were considered too sick to survive. Apparently, it was the second time that day there had been no room at the inn. The young couple who claimed to have "found them" were obviously the owners, but they didn't have the experience or financial means to care for them.
Forget what Charles Dickens said … “It was the best of times…it was the worst of times.” The winter of 2002 was just plain the WORST OF TIMES. I was fresh off a broken romance. It was the coldest winter the East Coast had seen for years. The country was on the brink of war, and I was on my couch, miserable, wallowing in total self-pity. There was no measure to the depth of my dejection. Most of my bleak days began and ended with tears. I read travel magazines, longing to go somewhere warm, but knew that my body was nowhere near bathing-suit ready. I made half-hearted attempts to get motivated to do something to improve this by trying various new weight loss strategies, but I fell terribly short of implementing anything long enough to see even the weakest result.