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A 501(c)(3) Non Profit Animal Rescue Organization
Siberian Husky Rescue of New Mexico, Inc.
Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved
Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved
Happy Endings -- Successful Adoptions
Redford and Karl
July 20, 2009
Thank you for allowing us the privilege to share our home with such beautiful creatures! The boys: aka "the monkeys" have been with us for a year now, and it seems like they have been with us forever - they have fit in so well. It took a little adjustment on all of our behalf, but with some love and patience they settled in nicely.
You almost can't tell that Redford has epilepsy. He had a comprehensive work up with the Vet soon after joining us. The Vet did bloodwork and reduced his medication down from 4 pills a day to 1, and I'm happy to report that he has not had a seizure in the last year. He is a curious dog with a sense of humor! He loves to put his cold nose on any exposed flesh, and (seriously!) laughs when you scream from the shock!
Karl is the watchdog of the family. No one can walk onto our property with out Karl knowing. I think he just knows he's getting treats from our friends - but he sounds ferocious! (The pizza guy is terrified!) And he never leaves my side.
They are the perfect Ying & Yang.
After our dog Frisco died (14 years old), we didn't think we could love another dog. We were wrong. Redford and Karl are not replacements for Frisco, but they are a testament to the spirit of dogs, a realization that everyone should have a dog (or 2, or 3) in their lives. Without the companionship of both parties, neither one is whole.
We are blessed to have these wonderful creatures agree to live with us. To greet us at the door every time we pass through and expect nothing more than love. We are ready to reciprocate that love each and every day......
July 20, 2009
Thank you for allowing us the privilege to share our home with such beautiful creatures! The boys: aka "the monkeys" have been with us for a year now, and it seems like they have been with us forever - they have fit in so well. It took a little adjustment on all of our behalf, but with some love and patience they settled in nicely.
You almost can't tell that Redford has epilepsy. He had a comprehensive work up with the Vet soon after joining us. The Vet did bloodwork and reduced his medication down from 4 pills a day to 1, and I'm happy to report that he has not had a seizure in the last year. He is a curious dog with a sense of humor! He loves to put his cold nose on any exposed flesh, and (seriously!) laughs when you scream from the shock!
Karl is the watchdog of the family. No one can walk onto our property with out Karl knowing. I think he just knows he's getting treats from our friends - but he sounds ferocious! (The pizza guy is terrified!) And he never leaves my side.
They are the perfect Ying & Yang.
After our dog Frisco died (14 years old), we didn't think we could love another dog. We were wrong. Redford and Karl are not replacements for Frisco, but they are a testament to the spirit of dogs, a realization that everyone should have a dog (or 2, or 3) in their lives. Without the companionship of both parties, neither one is whole.
We are blessed to have these wonderful creatures agree to live with us. To greet us at the door every time we pass through and expect nothing more than love. We are ready to reciprocate that love each and every day......
Buster and Heather
October 18, 2009
Many have heard the saying, “It takes a village to raise a child”. Our adoption experience has taught us, “It takes a dog to awaken a village.”
When my 19-yr-old son Alex, 8-yr-old son Ian and I made the 3-hour drive to BWI airport on October 18, 2009 to pick up Buster and Heather, we thought we were at the end of our 4-month search for our new family members Little did we know.
Buster and Heather arrived looking jostled and nervous. The clerk officiously informed us that we would be fined if we opened the crates in the terminal, and it didn’t matter that both dogs were sitting in their own urine. After being refused even a closet to wipe out the crate, we headed for the garage.
We opened the crate before putting them in the vehicle to try to dump the urine. I reached in the crate to put on Heather’s collar. She shifted her head and bolted past me. Buster saw Heather run, and knocked Alex over to follow. Suddenly, I was sprinting through the parking garage, through the employee lot and onto the road chasing two white tails. An airport limo driver opened his door and I rode on his sideboard to get closer to them. We flagged down a policeman and he joined in the chase. We chased them to a park. I jumped from the car and headed after them, my hopes of a happy reunion diminishing with every step.
Several dog walkers in the park joined in the search. They offered dog treats, and tried to use their dogs to entice Buster and Heather to come near ,to no avail. We flushed them back toward the airport. The officer that had assisted me and the K-9 officer were waiting. They, several of the dog-walkers, and airport staff members joined in the chase. Heather was corralled in the parking lot.
I took off after Buster, who was trotting happily down the railroad track. I was nearly to him when we approached a busy street. He bolted just before the traffic. As I waited to cross the street, I saw his powerful body sprinting down the tracks. Through tears, I realized it was probably the last time I would ever see him. I followed for a bit, but he was nowhere to be found.
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October 18, 2009
Many have heard the saying, “It takes a village to raise a child”. Our adoption experience has taught us, “It takes a dog to awaken a village.”
When my 19-yr-old son Alex, 8-yr-old son Ian and I made the 3-hour drive to BWI airport on October 18, 2009 to pick up Buster and Heather, we thought we were at the end of our 4-month search for our new family members Little did we know.
Buster and Heather arrived looking jostled and nervous. The clerk officiously informed us that we would be fined if we opened the crates in the terminal, and it didn’t matter that both dogs were sitting in their own urine. After being refused even a closet to wipe out the crate, we headed for the garage.
We opened the crate before putting them in the vehicle to try to dump the urine. I reached in the crate to put on Heather’s collar. She shifted her head and bolted past me. Buster saw Heather run, and knocked Alex over to follow. Suddenly, I was sprinting through the parking garage, through the employee lot and onto the road chasing two white tails. An airport limo driver opened his door and I rode on his sideboard to get closer to them. We flagged down a policeman and he joined in the chase. We chased them to a park. I jumped from the car and headed after them, my hopes of a happy reunion diminishing with every step.
Several dog walkers in the park joined in the search. They offered dog treats, and tried to use their dogs to entice Buster and Heather to come near ,to no avail. We flushed them back toward the airport. The officer that had assisted me and the K-9 officer were waiting. They, several of the dog-walkers, and airport staff members joined in the chase. Heather was corralled in the parking lot.
I took off after Buster, who was trotting happily down the railroad track. I was nearly to him when we approached a busy street. He bolted just before the traffic. As I waited to cross the street, I saw his powerful body sprinting down the tracks. Through tears, I realized it was probably the last time I would ever see him. I followed for a bit, but he was nowhere to be found.
~Read More~
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