Rescue dogs

We do not have anything called 'shelter' in the vicinity where we live. But this little girl walked into our life - a stray. After having several in our life earlier we wanted a respite but just could not resist this one. She walks straight in when our gate was open. Today she is 8 years plus and a great companion and a good watch dog, having her own personality. I am attaching her picture here

Rescue dogs NEVER forget their deliverance. You have a loyal friend for life! After my Spunky passed away my hubs insisted on getting me another dog. We rescued him from the city shelter and even though he is so different from Spunky in looks and temperment, I wouldn't trade him for the world. He keeps me hopping that's for sure, but he is so smart and has finally learned to get along with the birds in the backyard....I am so proud! lol His name is Bogie, as in Humphrey Bogart, although some would say his name refers to a different kind of bogie, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

Congrats! I've never fostered or transported any animals, but I have adopted from the shelter before. As it is, my mom's cat that I have taken it was adopted from the shelter years ago.

We've never adopted, fostered or transported from the shelter. Most of our pets were given to us from a friend or neighbors litter, some we took in off the street. Our newest family member would have ended up a shelter pet. We got her before that could happen. Congrats on your new addition :)

We have taken in and rescued many dogs before. Recently, though, we had a bad experience when we adopted from a shelter. They did not tell us the history of the dog, his bad habits or that he had been returned several times but rather made it seem like everything was just fine. Having had experience with dogs, we knew that he would have some issues, but we were not prepared for him. He mouthed aggressively, which was an issue, especially since we have young children in the house ... and the shelter knew this because we had our daughter with us when we got him not to mention that we stressed he would be a family dog. He also had some other bad habits like destroying floors and furniture, etc. We tried everything that had worked before on the other dogs (we even talked with trainers to see if they had other suggestions we had not tried) but nothing worked. When we tried to return him to the shelter, they would not take him back ... they said he had been returned too many times and would have to be "put down" and they were a "no kill" shelter. We didn't want him "put down" anyway, so after some searching and talking with a lot of people we managed to find him a good home - there were no kids in the house and the couple had experience working with dogs that were deemed too aggressive/untrainable to be placed in a home. I am very glad to hear that you had a good experience, and I hope that you continue to enjoy each other for many more years.

I had never gotten the chance to adopt pets from a shelter.But your dog has a so so so fabulous name.Hannibal Lector?Can it even be cutier?Well,it seems like Hannibal really becomes a part of your family.Awwwww,congrats.

In February of 2002, my roomie decided she wanted to adopt another dog. The dog she had moved in with had some how gotten out of the yard during a thunderstorm and, despite weeks of looking for her, she wasn't found. On Petfinder she found a listing for a "Rat Terrier" listed as "young" (under a year) who had been picked up as a stray in Llano. We drove to Marble Falls to adopt her, her name was Zoe. Well, a rat terrier should've only been about 15-25 pounds, Zoe was closer to 35 to 40, she was no rat terrier. Apparently several people had come to see her and rejected her because of her size or her improperly healed front leg that had been broken while she was a stray and had healed bent. The broken leg wasn't a problem and, really, neither was the size. In fact, she was too big to squeeze out the fence and, because of the bad leg, couldn't dig under it like the dog we had when I had moved in used to. Then, in April of 2013 the city shelter was "giving away" dogs that had been in the system for too long. We didn't even bother go out to the big dog pens because I knew I didn't want a big dog. There were several I liked, but they weren't among the free ones, so I kept looking. And there was this happy looking brown fellow. He is about the same size as Zoe and they called his breed a Feist. He is now 8 years old, and so active you would think he was much younger. He was named Bowie, but we changed it to Boe, a Doctor Who reference.

What a lovely story - good on you for saving him. All of my animals are rescues - my puppy from a woman who thought she was 'ugly', my house rabbit from a tiny cage all on his own, and my 5 guinea pigs from far and wide rescued from bad situations. Rescue, dont buy :-)