VERY nice! Right on, Mr Miller! It’s one of the most fun accomplishments you can have!
*wag wag wag
All concerned have been rescued.
Adoptions, regardless of species, are potentially a very good thing. And with good assistance making sure the new family will be a good fit, that potential is almost always realized.
I’d like to adopt that couch.
My sweet little boy (profile picture) is a rescue, we got him 2 1/2 years ago and he really brings joy to me. Adopt, don’t shop, people!
Oh sure! Like I want somebody else’s discards. /sarc
Just be sure you choose one that fits your space and lifestyle. And be patient with them.
I have 3 dogs and a cat. 1 belonged to my best friend who passed from cancer 3 years back. The second and the cat were my mother’s, who left this world 6 years ago. And I have one from some friends who last year had to move to a place where they could not keep her.
And I’m just fine with that.
I struggle to think of anything purer than the unconditional love and devotion of a rescue dog.
We have never bought a pet, all of ours have adopted us.
I’m in my 60s, in poor health and not in a position to adopt a furkid in need (ferrets would be the fuzzy of choice for me). Instead I follow weasel-loving – and weasel-rescuing – humans online.
Alas, too many ferrets need rescuing, it seems, and there are rescue shelters all across the country devoted specifically to ferrets, and I can see where it can be a lot to handle, physically and emotionally. A friend decided to do something to help. She travels the country in an RV to drop in on local ferret shelters to ease the burden – administer medicine, feed soupies, give cuddles, offer the human a shoulder to cry on, et-too-much-cetera. She travels with 4 or 5 ferrets for company.
Well, a week or so her RV dropped by the place I’m living now. She figured that I needed a ferret fix. It worked a charm – I got to cuddle some weasels and it cheered me up a lot.
I GOT FERRET KISSES!
Rescued animals are special. So are human rescuers and adopters. For that, anyone who welcomes a fuzzy – or a scaly or whatever – into their homes are special, too.
Still the best. !!
My daughter adopted a husky. It was his third and last chance. Don’t know how many times he saved her life
Long story. After we divorced my daughter came to live with me. She got kicked out of school on the Tuesday for non attendance. On the Friday she had a chiropractic appointment. On the way she asked if we could see what was available for adoption. I said we could go look but not adopt right away. Like that was going to happen. I’d already decided we were going to adopt the day she moved in. Anyway we looked at the tree they had. Saturday after dinner she came into the den wrapped in a blanket and said she’d formed an emotional bond with the husky. They were closed and wouldn’t open till noon on Sunday. We’re waiting outside at quarter to twelve. When they opened we went in and I said we wanted to adopt. Woman behind the counter said " I’m sorry all we have left is the husky". I’ve never seen my daughters eyes light up like that. Kept her from running away and living on the street.
PS My ex got the poodle
My wife and I have a wonderful rescue gray tabby cat!
She really is the cats meow!
I used to do volunteer work with the RSPCA… exercising the dogs… One of the worst cases I’d ever seen was Christie… He was even scared of the other dogs… He always used run with me… in the field adjacent to the kennels… except one occasion… he lay down cowering… Another volunteer pointed to my work boots (I normally ran in trainers)… Christy was scared of the noise my boots made as I ran… Only solution… boots off and I ran in bare feet… Christy much happier…
The sadder the previous life… the more satisfying the recovery…
Yes… I did adopt Christy… and he lived to a happy old age…
Did Wiley get a Rescue Dog?
Wiley, thank you for always supporting rescue and always getting the word out. That does more good than anyone can imagine and helps save so many animals. Thank you so much. We love you! Elayne Boosler, President and Founder, Tails of Joy animal rescue organization.
Just love each other.
Currently four residents at the inn. Two pugs (one is blind), One Chihuahua (diabetic), and one Hound-Collie mix. All rescues, all “foster fails”.
The chihuahua knows she is in charge, btw.
It’s nice to have a pet project.
Having had more rescues than I can recall, I notice one small omission – the part about vacuuming up enough shedding to build more critters! (I crack me up!!!)
A shame there’s no thumbs up or down option like on YouTube™ today. Some days there’d be a lot of curmudgeons giving thumbs down. I think today would be 100% up.
OMG!!! What happened to Shaggy?
We’ve adopted two excellent dogs from shelters. “Oliver” was very anxious when he came home with us. He turned out to be simply the “Best.”
Fighting for Truth, Justice, and the American Stray* *Slogan courtesy of Marco A. S. Freitas.
I just love the " happy " tails .
Getting a dog or a cat is a true investment in our own health care insurance. We need someone to need us for us to be the best we can be.
I can’t tell if the one on the back of the couch looks more like Petey or our rescue Parti Poodle (white with black markings), who is usually on the back of the couch, who is in my lap.
Works for me!
I have two shelter dogs, one shelter cat, and one cat I rescued as a kitten when she was abandoned in the bushes at my office building. I love them all to pieces!
Kudos to Wiley, who doesn’t just walk the walk. He’s a big supporter of Tails of Joy in several signicant ways.
My mom was a cat-rescuer long before there was a name for it. She started back in the 50s, when the operations to ‘fix’ cats was still very dangerous (an anesthetic problem). It was also a time when people just didn’t bother much with vets for barn cats. She would get calls from people — including kids — to come get some kittens. Once I went with her when she waded out to snag a bag off a sandbar in the river. And people would drop them off in her enclosed porch. She fed and gentled cats on her porch and in the barn. Then, we would find homes for them (farming area always has people who could use a good barn cat). When spading and neutering became safer, she would have that done as well. And, sometimes, she would ‘accidentally’ have it done for neighbors’ cats — if she fed them for a month or so, she ‘assumed’ they were strays. [I suspected that a couple of neighbors encouraged their pets to feed on her porch.] She passed away years ago and the day I finished closing up her house, I heard a mew from the front porch where she had fed the strays — a 2-month old kitten was sitting there.
I’m allowed up to two cats where I live. NOT ENOUGH, So I volunteer at the local animal shelter for two hours once a week. Some of those animals give me more cuddles than my own two. Feeds my soul.
My rescue Springer boy (from a year ago) helped the grandkids cope when they came over for their virtual school each day. A dog’s unconditional love is priceless.
Two of my favorite characters were scooped off the streets and adopted by my sister’s family.
Thanks for (another) plug for Tailsofjoy.net. Truly a worthwhile cause.
The best animal friends I ever had in my life have been rescues – dogs, cats, horses, even an ocelot! I will always be grateful for the joy and love my furry family brought to my life.
The one laying his head on the man’s lap- – -too cute! rescue/ adoption is the way to go.
We’ve got 2 rescue Labs that are sisters.
Oh dear god, that’s too adorable! <3
So, who is settling in with lots of love? The new spouse or the new puppy?
Know what my state requires of breeders? The ability to allow animals to f**k. Brothers and sister, mothers and sons. Stop giving them money! The money you save on vet bills alone will make up for the imagined joy of a pure bred.
What is this? a paid political announcement?
A dog you get from a shelter is a “rescued dog”. A Rescue Dog is specially trained to save lives in dangerous situations. Please don’t demean the term because you are too lazy to pronounce the final “d”.
Cannot like this enough. We lost our pup of 13 years a couple of months ago, and we’re still utterly devastated. We’re looking forward to bringing another fuzzbutt home, but aren’t quite there yet…
CAUTION! I tried to check out the site = my internet security software blocked it and warned me it was unsafe due to “unmatched security certificate.”
I’ll say Hi Puppy, and owner will tell me “Puppy” is nine years old !! Another bon mot: This is the first time I can recall a strip’s comments having NO politixx !! Way t’go, peepls !!
Just a word for the other team. Cats. I have 7 at the moment down from 13, all rescue and 7 birds, Macaw on down. Again rescue. Hopefully that’s all since I have gotten old somehow. Agree, adopt or just pick up off the street and spay and neuter.
It’s so good to finally see some real progress.
But there’s still too many that only see the ugly side of it.
My first kitty (Ponder) was a stray some guys in the barracks picked up. When the 1st Sergeant found a cat living in the barracks they had to find her another home… and there I was, just rented my first house (as opposed to yet another apartment or going back in the barracks). And I was definitely needing a furry friend. She was a damn smart little kitty. Even played a practical joke on me once and kept it up until I finally caught her at it.
When time and illness finally caught up with Ponder the vet knew of two sisters (Elvira and McKeever) from a new litter than needed a home. Mine was much happier for having them around.
My current kitty (Bootsy) came to me from my sister when I finally lost McKeever (Elvira, unfortunately, went first). My sister’s house was an absolute menagerie and the kitty was just one pet too many at the time. Worked out pretty good for me and the cat. I find Bootsy to be a bit too cute of a name so I also call her Boots… she doesn’t seem to mind, so long as I feed her tuna 8^)
Looks like it’s working. Both ways.
Unconditional love is something to experience, with beautiful animals. We had two – both now gone, but remain in our hearts forever.
3 feral cats and their mom who was a stray…I’m doing my part.
Thank you, Wiley! This is so wonderful!