"Good Dog!" Stories
Some uplifting doggie stories with a happy ending.
This story is from Sally B., in Texas, sent to Linda on 7/14/04.
I have a little story for you that you might enjoy ........ recently I had all of my grandchildren here with me for 2 weeks around the fourth of July. On the 3rd the whole family was here for a family get together and as usual we had swimming and games and everyone was really having a good time all day long.
Towards night time we decided to set off our fireworks so that we all could enjoy them as some of them had to leave and work on Sunday so as dark time fell I went around and flipped off the lights and such as to see the fireworks. Long about 10 Dusty started barking like he had never barked before and I noticed he was up on the pool deck jumping around like he was on fire.
Dusty - A Timshell Farm Golden Puppy
I thought now how did he get up there as the gates were locked and he knows he is not allowed up there without me,besides its dark and maybe he is afraid of the fireworks. not only was he in big trouble for being in the pool area but that barking was getting on my nerves, so I went up there to get his big butt off the deck and there is when I found that my three year old granddaughter had climbed over the gate and had gotten off in the pool and was sitting on the ladder without her flotation devise.
My heart just jumped up in my throat and then fell to my gut. I was never so proud of one dog in my life. I hate to think of what would of happened if it wasn't for Dusty and I know this thing happens all the time but you never really think about it until it happens to you. So if he wasn't spoiled before he darn sure is now. Any ways just wanted you to know what a wonderful pup you brought into this world and if nothing else in a small way you saved a precious life. Hope things are going well for you. Talk to you later
A Boy's Wish: Locals quick to help Florida family find perfect pet
Corsicana Daily Sun, 7-29-2004
'Harper' will find a new home in Florida thanks to the Make A Wish Foundation.
By DEANNA PAWLOWSKI/Daily Sun Staff
How often do you get the opportunity to help fulfill a wish?
Linda and Steve Rogers of Timshell Farm in Eureka were contacted by the Make A Wish Foundation in Orlando, Fla. Douglas, a young boy with a brain tumor, was given a wish by the foundation. While many children with this opportunity wish for a trip abroad or to Disneyworld, Douglas' only wish was for a puppy.
However, his family has never had a pet, as his mother suffers from pet allergies.
Enter the Rogers from Timshell Farms.
Goldendoodles, a hybrid dog produced by mixing a poodle and a Golden Retriever, are one of their specialties.
"We raise Goldendoodle puppies that are low-to-no shedding and are very likely to be non-allergy causing," Linda Rogers said. "These special puppies have AKC Golden Retriever mothers, and their fathers are AKC Poodles, either Standard, Miniature or Toys."
Having raised the puppies for two years, the Rogers were eager to work with the Make A Wish Foundation.
"I am so impressed with the whole thing," she said. "Make a Wish put out the notice on this, and within 30 minutes, a pilot had volunteered."
Carlos Roca, the pilot volunteer with Angel Flight East pilot organization, will land at the Corsicana Airport at approximately 8:30 a.m. Saturday to pick up the puppy, which will then be flown to Orlando to surprise Douglas.
"Harper" is the special 4-month-old puppy who will find a new home with Douglas.
"This is the first pet this family has ever had," Rogers said. "He could have wished for anything, but he had always wanted a puppy."
Deanna Pawlowski may be contacted via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org
Click HERE to visit the WESH.com website and read how Doug met his new friend.
From: Debbi DeCola
To: Linda Rogers
Sent: Thursday, December 30, 2004
Just wanted to send you our Christmas letter and picture and a picture of Harper smiling. We think that God sent us the best dog ever at just the right time. I think that you can tell that he's happy in the picture. We sure do love him!
Just an Old Golden Retriever
© Sara Whalen
I grew up in your average middle-class Jewish home where pets were not available. I never had a pet. There was a lot of plastic on the furniture. Basically, pets were considered dirty, unwanted things. Animals were not part of my experience, so I had no conscience about them. I got married in 1968, and in 1970 I had a baby. When he was 18 months old, we were living in a bungalow colony in upstate New York while waiting for our home to be built. An elderly woman and her old golden retriever lived next door. I used to see them together when the woman was outside gardening. My son liked the dog, and she was a friendly animal, but that was all, as far as I was concerned.
When the woman died, her relatives came, and they emptied her house of her treasures, her clothing, anything they thought of value. They contacted a real estate agent who put out a For Sale sign on her property. Then they locked the dog out and drove away.
Because I'd grown up with no conscience about animals, it didn't even cross my mind to say, "Wait a minute. Someone should be taking care ofthis dog," or "Who is going to be responsible for her?" It just didn't. I was not responsible for the dog.
Some of the neighbors mentioned that they'd feed her occasionally, but the dog mostly stayed near the house where she'd lived, where her owner had died. When the dog would come over to play with my son, Adam, he would feed her cookies; once in a while I would give her some leftovers.
One afternoon I went to get Adam, who'd been outside playing in our yard -- a safe, level grassy area -- and he was gone. Just gone. I was frantic. I looked for him, and then neighbors helped me look for him. We called the police. For three hours the police looked for him; then they called the state police. The state police brought in helicopters. My husband rushed home from the city. I was hysterical. We could not find Adam. We didn't know if he'd been abducted. We didn't know if he was alive. We could not find him.
The search had been going on for six hours when a neighbor, who'd just returned home, said, "Where's Brandy?"
Brandy? The dog? Why was he asking about the dog?
Someone else said, "Maybe she's with Adam."
What did I know about animals? I said, "Why would she be with Adam? What does that mean?"
One of the troopers recalled that he'd heard a dog barking deep in the woods when they were doing the foot search. And suddenly everybody started to yell "Brandy!" including me.
We heard faint barking and followed the sound. We found my 18-month-old son, standing up, fast asleep, pressed against the trunk of a tree. Brandy was holding him there with one shoulder.
One of her legs was hanging over a 35-foot drop to a stream below. She must have followed Adam when he wandered off, just as a dog will with child, and she saw danger. She was a better mother than I; she'd pushed him out of harm's way -- and held him there. This was an old dog. Adam was an 18-month-old child. He struggled, I'm sure, but she'd held him there for all those hours. When I picked him up, she collapsed. As the trooper carried my son back home, I, sobbing with relief, carried Brandy. I knew in that instant that she was coming home with me, too. Brandy spent the rest of her life with us, and I loved her completely; she lived to be 17 years old.
From then on, I made it a point to learn everything I could about animals. My focus at the time was old golden retrievers. Obviously, I thought they were the smartest, the best, and there was nothing else like them. I started the first golden retriever rescue, and have had as many as 35 of them in the house at a time; and it mushroomed from there. Because of Brandy, I have a calling. I have a reason to get up in the morning.
Because of Brandy, thousands of unwanted animals have been given safe lives. I can't save them all, but I can make a difference. We now have 300 animals -- all kinds, including birds and pot-bellied pigs -- and are a well-recognized humane animal sanctuary. We take the animals that other shelters won't take -- the ones my mother would have said were dirty; the old ones who are incontinent, the blind, the ugly ones; they're all beautiful to me. So many organizations feel it's easier to euthanize these animals. I don't agree. How could I? If someone had put an abandoned 11-year-old golden retriever to sleep 29 years ago, I would not have a child. I wouldn't have a son who is the light of my life. Pets Alive is a life-affirming memorial to Brandy.
"We give dogs time we can spare,
space we can spare and love we can spare.
And in return, dogs give us their all.
It's the best deal man has ever made."
- M. Facklam