Who rescued who?

By: sonofabeach96

Feb 01 2016

Category: Uncategorized


There is something to be said for eternal gratefulness.  That’s exactly what you get when you adopt a pet from a shelter.  Sure, there are always some horror stories about shelter animals.  The few who never really adjust, are a bad fit with a family of rambunctious children, or are wild to the core and refuse to be tamed or live under house rules.  But those are the exceptions to the rule.  Generally speaking, you adopt a shelter pet, and you get a pet that is thankful for the lifeline, and responds in kind with loyalty and devotion.

Over the years, we’ve had numerous shelter dogs.  Sure, we’ve had a go of pure-breds in the mix too.  In fact, the last full-blooded Lab we had was the best dog we’ve  ever had.   But one of our shelter dogs was most certainly a close second.  She was a rescue from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.  The New Orleans humane society, and other Good Samaritans who acted as the humane society in the chaos that was the aftermath of the storm, were overrun with stray and abandoned animals.  The Lab that I mentioned above, Bailey, had passed away about 4 months prior to the storm.  That being said, we were coming out of mourning and beginning the thought process of getting another dog.  Another Lab, a puppy, a black one, was what I wanted.  Then the plight of hundreds of these animals became evident.  We wanted to help.

That’s how we found Bayou:


The KY Humane Society, along with dozens of others from across the country, traveled to Louisiana and brought back roughly 100 cats and dogs from the then-overcrowded New Orleans Humane Society.  They knew we were looking, as we had mentioned it to them during a supply drop-off a few weeks before Katrina.  When Bayou arrived, they knew who to call.  Their best guess at her mix was of black Lab/Golden Retriever.  With her size and fur, we actually guessed her to be a Lab/Newfie mix.  Nonetheless, we met her, spent all of about 5 minutes with her, and that was that.

She was the sweetest, most loving, well-mannered girl you could ask for.   She loved the boys, who were quite young at that time, and her tennis ball.  She never wandered, never messed in the house, and never once had a cross reaction to anything.  We took her to our vet once she was ours, and he guessed her to be between 6-8 years old, based on her teeth, at that time, in October of 2005.  Whomever were her humans prior to the separation caused by disaster loved her and trained her well. She lived happily and free of fences and leashes until 2013, passing away peacefully at the ripe age of 14-16 years old, at best guess.

After Bayou passed away, we still had our Brittany Spaniel, Nettie:


We know how old she was, as we got her as an 8-week old puppy in 2002.  Nettie was a pure breed, complete with AKC registration, champion blood lines, and perfect markings.  But she was a shit!  She was headstrong, defiant, had a wide roaming range and would disappear for hours, and, being a bird hunting dog, she would instinctively mask her scent by rolling in cow patty’s, dead animal carcasses, or swimming in a smelly pond.  She was pretty, and an incredible hunting dog, but she was a nuisance of epic proportions.  I loved her, but never fully bonded with her.  She wasn’t that type, if ya’ know what I mean.  She died in 2014.  I cried, buried her alongside our other beloved animals (we have a bit of a pet cemetery going now), and just like that, we were dog-free for the first time.

Then came Coco:


My wife was told of her story.  How she’d lived with this family, friends of one of my wife’s co-workers, for 10 years.  They had rescued her back then, but were having to move.  They would be living in temporary housing, as the move was unexpected, and were unable to take Coco with them.  They were planning to take her to the Humane Society as a last resort, as nobody had stepped up to take her in.  Cue us.  Bleeding hearts of the world unite!  Then we were told that Coco too was a Katrina dog, having been brought to Kentucky, as it turns out, in the same load of strays from New Orleans as our beloved Bayou.   It was kismet.  She was coming home with us.

She got along famously with my wife and boys, immediately.  It took a bit more time for her to warm up to me.  We guessed that she’d been abused by a male in her past, as she would cower around me and avoid being near me, initially at least.  Through about 2 months of dogged effort, gentle coaxing, and hundreds of Milo’s chicken meatball dog treats, she finally came around.  Now, I’m her human, and she’s in my back pocket at all times.  Checking fence rows?  She’s with me.  Running to the store?  She’s riding shotgun.  Going outside for any reason?  She’s right behind me.

So for anybody in the market for a new pet, do not forget to give your local shelter a chance.  There’s an over abundance of sweet, loyal, smart, and loving animals begging for a second chance.  A chance to be your companion, your protector, your friend.  Give one a chance, and you may be asking yourself: who saved who?

My songs of he day are:

“Coyotes” by Jason Mraz

“Rescue Me” by Aretha Franklin

“My Dog And Me” by John Hiatt

“Dogs” by Pink Floyd

“City of New Orleans” by Arlo Guthrie

“Black Dog” by Led Zeppelin

“Emotional Rescue” by The Rolling Stones

“Mighty Storm” by The Duhks


37 comments on “Who rescued who?”

  1. I can tell your heart is full of compassion. I’ve learned anyone who loves dogs are people that love people too! It shows in your posts. I’ve come to adore your posts. They are beautifully written and displayed. The pics of your pets are adorable. 🙂 💜

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  2. Awww.. That’s so super sweet of you to rescue them! I have a 7 month old kitten who walked into our life, yep he just walked into our home and owned us now and a 4 month old kitten who we adopted from animal rescue to keep the first kitten company.

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    • Dogs and cats tend to “adopt” us too. We have three cats and all just showed up at our house. And we live in the muddle of nowhere. Not sure where they come from. But they know, instinctively I think, where they’ll be welcomed and cared for. Careful though, you’re already up to two. It can snowball rapidly! 😃

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      • Haha! I was already thinking of going back to the shelter to check out the dogs. It’ll do the cats some good to have a dog to lick them in line or is it the other way round? Haha. Yeah, the first kitten, Sunny just sat in the house, refusing to leave, meow at me and my heart melted. And I’m a dog person too!!

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      • See?!? Before ya know it, you’ll have a dozen! 😃

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  3. Yep! I’d say the same with adult pets. So many people want puppies and kittens only to abandon the animals after a bit. I live in an apartment and apparently, one of the old tenets was taking her cat, dropping him off somewhere in the middle of nowhere and abandoning him. Three times he came back. The third time, she had moved out and it was pouring outside. We brought him inside and he is the sweetest, best behaved and most affectionate cat I’ve ever known. Sure he has some attachment issues (meaning, you better not close the door and keep him out of the bedroom and if you forget to feed him at HIS FOOD TIME, forget it!) but he truly got me through one of my worst periods of depression ever. Love my cat! 🙂

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    • Amazing how they find their way home. I can’t imagine doing that to any living creature. People really can be assholes. You’re right about the adult pets too. I love puppies and kittens as much as anybody, but those big eyed, gray muzzled, lonely looking dogs are the ones who need adopting the most. We were about to get a puppy when our current dog adopted us. She’s turned out to be awesome.

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  4. You have a kind heart ❤ The only pet that I have is a turtle 😀
    I think the love that one get from their pet is sincere and genuine and sincere.
    When someone decide to have a pet they have to understand that it is a commitment for life, I get angry when people get rid of their pets

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  5. I lucked out and got my full bred border collie at a rescue…the kids that had them gave them to the vet that cared for them from birth and he put them up in the local rescue…I couldn’t be more in love….she is the sweetest, smarted critter I have ever owned….had her for 12+ years….longer than any of my marriages…LOL kat

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  6. Makes me want a pet someday! At least, after I house train myself… 😛

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  7. There’s something special about an older dog, too, right? Most people want young dogs when they adopt; I love that you also took a couple of chances on older dogs. Not every dog can be your “heart dog”—I hear ya about not always fully bonding. But the ride is always worth it. I have a special place in my heart for the ones who are unruly or naughty or anxious or fearful or even aggressive… I guess I like the challenge of it. But my Fluffy Dog is the sweetest, easiest, most socially adept dog I’ve ever had, and I love him even though he is easy, haha!

    Thanks for sharing this!

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    • I love all dogs, older or not. And when we see one in need? We can’t say no. Puppy’s are great, but those aged and life-worn ones are great too. Love dogs! They’re just too cool for school! 😃

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      • Yeah, everyone can love a puppy, but for me, an old dog is something extra special.

        I used to only like big dogs. I thought little dogs weren’t really dogs. But a dear friend of mine just adopted a rescue dog who is not quite eight pounds (compared to the Fluffster’s over 80 pounds), and I just adore her. She is breaking all of my stereotypes about little fluffy dogs. A dog is a dog is a dog, and they are all fabulous. 🙂

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      • Indeed! Dogs rock! 😃

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  8. OH! How did the cat who sat on Bayou felt when she passed away? Love our black and white checkerboard floor!

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    • That cat, Stella, named after StellaLuna the bat, is a shithead! She kinda bullies and has attitude. She’ll roll over for you rub her belly then after about 2 minutes of it she claws you. Found her in 55-gallon drum in the barn. No idea how she got there. I think our other dog, the Brittany, mourned more. Bayou looked a lot like the Lab we had when she was a pup, she mourned nearly the same dog twice. Moped around looking for her for months.

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  9. A heartfelt and wonderful post. I am a huge advocate of shelter adoption. So is Satchel The Wonder Dog.

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  10. We’re a cat house – 2 shelter rescues and one saved from craigslist: http://carrotsinmycarryon.com/2015/06/26/the-sisterhood-of-the-world-bloggers-award-and-all-about-my-cats/ I like to get adult cats – saves you the training part. (Although we did teach Oliver to sit up and beg. It’s awesome.)

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    • The older ones are usually terrific. Trained, calm, lovable. I love puppy’s, but they’re a ton of work. We’ve had more than our share of kittens. Usually the cats that just appear are pregnant. I’d say we’ve had 6-7 litters over the years. Gotten em all adopted though. Then momma goes to the Snip Clinic.

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  11. Tears, tears and more tears. What a very lovely story and a heartwarming tribute to the pets that have shaped your lives. xo

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