Sunday

We'll Never Know


This Friday evening Elaine and I were going out to eat and driving to town.  If you've never been here, we live in a pretty rural area and as we were driving through a very small town, I saw a pickup truck and it’s driver trying to pick up a dog.   He was driving very slow and watching the dog dart through a few of the houses in this very small town.  I saw the dog did have a collar with tags so I knew it belonged to someone but I didn't know who.  The driver would weave around the houses in the truck and it appeared he was looking through the side yards looking for the dog, I knew he was trying to catch this dog or steal one.  She was a beautiful German Shepherd about 6 months old, but would run from him when he approached her.  We stopped the car and I got out and went in the opposite direction and around a house.  There she stood looking at him and then at me and back at him and then she ran to me.  I got down on one knee and she ran into my arms and got as near to me as she could.  I consoled her and looked at her collar and her name was “Emma”.  It was an image that has been burned into my eyes I'll never forget. I had her as the man in his 30’s came up and said thanks.  He said it was his dog and she had gotten loose and she has run for a mile or so.  I ask her name (already knowing it) and he told me it was “Emma”. For a very brief second, I knew there would be a problem if he said any other name.  I had decided that the dog was not going and I believe I would have done whatever it took to assure that.  He had the name right and to tell the truth, I was disappointed for several reasons… He took her in a crude way and she was scared and I looked away as she was looking at me.

I am not a dog trainer, just a dog lover and I knew if a dog is in distress and this dog was.  In the owner’s defense, all dogs will run from the owner at times, but this was different, I could see it in Emma’s eyes.  In just a brief second, in my mind, I had her name on the kennel door and her food bowls was full, but she was not my dog.  He was aggravated and he took her back.  After handing her over, I never looked back and maybe it’s because I didn't want to see her face and eyes looking back at me, again something I didn't want to live with, there are just too many regrets and looks and should of’s that I will never get out of my mind and wished things were different.
We drove off feeling good on one hand and horrible on the other.  What could have I done what I should have said.  Even though she wasn't a border collie, my heart was still with her.  I guess on hind side I could have offered to board her, socialize her, train them both or teach him about dogs and what they can offer, but there just wasn't time.  It happened in a flash, but it wish I did make him listen or attempt.
As I sit here writing this it brings to my mind a beautiful black and brown face dog searching for an answer from someone she didn't know and not know where she was going.  Hopefully, Emma is in his lap, in his living room and there is peace in the world.  I will never know what happen to Emma but rest assured, when that time comes, and we are at the bridge, I will find out… Good luck Emma…

I'm sorry, I should have done more…

Many years ago, I was cutting my grass during a very hot time in August.  I saw a disheveled man walk up to the water sprinkler and attempt to get a drink of cool water.  I was far enough away and he didn't see me, but I watched.  He looked a mess, dirty, unshaven  and I wanted him to leave.  After several times without getting his fill of "Just a drink of water" he became discouraged and left and at that time I was glad, but I couldn't get the image out of my heart and I have never forgot it.  I should have done more....I'm sorry...

Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing so, some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.  Hebrews 13:2

Ken...

It Always Happens...



It happened every year, just like clockwork.  It’s something that happens twice a year and it was getting close.  The dog’s sensed something was going on and they were a little antsy too, not sure what was going on, but knew it would be an adventure.  This year, Doc would be in the mix and it would be new to him.  He can sometime be just a little shy about things, so I was a little unsure of how he would react. 
In the past, it was always took a day or so getting ready for the big event and the work was always shared by all of the dogs.  Each wanted to help and pull their weight.  In the past, Abbie and Meg would do the most work and then Annie.  Dutchess would always want something to do, but it was always with a tennis ball in her mouth. 
Molly would express little interest, but Clancy could care less.  Doc on the other hand, this would be new to him….so let’s see….
So with all of the work done, it was time to enjoy the fruits of our labor.  Everyone watched me and as I prepared for the big event, everyone stood still waiting for me to make the move that they were so familiar with except Clancy, he was watching something in the forest but Dutchess has the tennis ball in her mouth eagerly waiting. 
Usually about the middle of September, this rite of passage is something we always do, but this year, with the cool nights, it started just a little early and I was excited, but the dogs were just a little unsure, so here we go…
As I eased into the water, all saucer eyes were watching me, some with excitement, some with fear and some didn't care, but down I went.

Dutchess and Abbie were so excited, they could hardly contain them-self, they remembered all the fun thay had and were ready to get started again this fall, or almost fall...
Even little gabby got into it and wanted to play, she usually follows the other dogs, but she did express a little interest to play "Hot-Tub", but we should see.

It's always so relaxing to enjoy the heated water and just to relax and drift off in never never land.  As I shut my eyes, Dutchess will throw a ball in the water and paw at it until she gets it to the side, and toss it again.  Meg will lick my neck from the side, moving up to my side and into my ear, this usually feels good until she gets into my brain, Abbie will bark at me and will balance herself and when she gets bored, she will try to walk along the narrow edge, falling usually one way or the other, usually in.  Molly only fell in once on Saturday.  Doc and Gabby were nervous into what to do, so I guess Clancy is the best Hot Tub dog, really not caring and just looking into the woods.  My day in the Hot Tub.  Maybe someday I can have a day all be myself, but then it's wouldn't be a hot tub day...  Ken
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Monday

What, Why and Now



This story will be very hard for me to write because it is about me in a serious nature.  At heart, I am an introvert.  I don't like birthday parties, praise, attention or anything that puts me in the limelight.  But it gives you a little insight about me and the condition that I have been blessed with.  This story is about me and I owe it to you.  It’s not for praise, pity or glorification to anything or anyone, it is just the meat of my life so far.  The later will be embraced with things I believe in, some right some wrong, but it’s what I believe.  I have written my “What Happened This Week” column for nearly three years and feel I owe it to you…This is what happened this week…
Death has come easy for me; since I was a young lad I have always felt it was right at my back.  It started when I was 5 years old and having asthma attacks and I would not be able to breathe.  I would hide in the bathroom and wheeze and gasp for air in the towel so my mother would not take me to the hospital because I was told that I would die of it someday and I didn't want it to be that day.  So far it has not, so far…
Death, true death is not the ugly monster we always think of, it is just the absence of life here on this earth.  At times it can hang for an extended period of time, living longer than it should and at times it may be in an instance and be upon you before you even realize it.  The five times for me, it came very quick and if you have never experienced it, it’s not always ugly, but peaceful.  If you are at peace, death is a blessing and something we should look forward to.  Going to Heaven is my ultimate goal.
The first experiences were when I was in law enforcement.  Once in a gun battle, I could actually hear the bullets wiz by my head and I knew I had a job to do and did it.  At that time I was invincible and didn't care, but I was at peace.  The other work related one was when I was traveling down a two lane road at nearly 130 miles trying to get to a buddy and help him out because he called for a “10-30”, Officer Needs assistance. Something that is only called in extreme emergence.  I lost control and the road was lined with large trees and I knew I was doomed.  As God is my wittiness, this is the truth…Everything went into slow motion, yes it really did, a peace came over me and it came to my mind that I would be OK.  I spun that 1974 Ford nearly 50 times straight down the road and when it stopped on the right side of the road facing the right direction I went on my job and assisted.  In both cases, I remember dates, times and the names of the officers and people that were arrested and I don't know why. 
Several years ago, I had a diverticulitis attack.  I knew it was coming on (it feels like the flu) and I just happened to have started taking antibiotics two days before.  Things progressed south very quickly and I ask Elaine to drive me to the hospital in the early morning.  At the ER, my appendix burst and after I had a CAT scan and the ER Doctor saw the damage, I was told to “Make your peace now, you’re not leaving here, call your family in”, which we did.   The specialist, who was an older Doctor, said weeks later that the only thing that saved me was I had started taking the antibiotic two days earlier, something I had done on my own.  It’s funny; I was placed in the delivery room and placed on mothers’ newborn pink and blue sheets for life as I was dying because there was no room anywhere else.  The worst time of that event was when I facing ultimate death right after being told, “You won’t leave”.   My biggest regret was that I knew I could, and should have done more…I was embarrassed in front of God, which I still am.  Three weeks later as we were trying to get my colon calmed down, it busted again and we operated.
Monday morning August 26th of this year, after waking up, I walked 15 feet to the bathroom and while standing, my chest started itching.  I ran upstairs and took two Benadryl and started a cold shower.  I tried to blow my nose and my sinus cavities were already stopped up and I had large hives over by entire body.  I opened the door and told Elaine, “were in trouble” and we were.  We needed to go to the hospital right now and we did, but not before trying to find an epi-pen which we did not.  I was grasping for every breath and it just wouldn't come and I struggled for each small ounce of air and felt we wouldn't make it to the ER, but did.  I was whisk into the ER again and as I laying and watching from the bed, I could hear the Doctors talking, but nothing came out, I was locked up, no movement no speech, no pointing or no asking.  I only heard them say “We've got to do something”. As the tears ran from the side of my eyes I left this world.   They performed their works and did what they do and I was saved.  Two days later I woke up in the ICU unit and vaguely knew where I was.  I was transfer to a regular room where I had cerebellar stroke that they think was brought on from the anaphylactic shock.  Again, I was lucky; there is no damage, no muscle spasms, just a mild loss of balance that they say will soon leave.   This is the third time over three years this has happened, each time getting worse and they don’t know why.
I have often wondered why all of this has happened.  Is there more?  I’m sure there is.  This is the story, something’s even I don't understand.  There are many morally to this story, I hope you can find most of them, but most importantly;

Find Peace with God

Life IS short
Choose to Laugh
Choose to Create
Choose to Persevere
Choose to Praise
Choose to Heal
Choose to Heal
Choose to Give
Choose to Act
Choose to Grow
Choose to Live
Choose to Pray
But an epi-pin and know where it is

Read 1st Corinthians 13: 4-13

Most of this advice is hard and I don't always follow it, I wish I could but it’s because I'm weak.  I am a very opinionated person and it shows and I know it.  People I love, it shows, people I dislike it also shows.  I have hated and been wronged to the core of my depth and had reason to, but someone said that “forgiveness is a gift you give yourself” and after I thought of that, it was right and somehow the hate left and sometime things just cannot be changed, no matter how hard you try.  It is what it is, no matter what you do. 
What has happened to me is nothing compared to the pain many people have had, I have been very lucky and blessed and I have never had a prayer I have never had answered..  I have not had any problems compared to people who had real problems.  My dad once said “A man felt sorry for a gentleman who had no shoes, until he met a man who had no feet”  I have never felt sorry for myself nor want any pity, life is what you make it and I seem to always make it good, because it is.  A lot of people want to try to figure out the kingdom of God and know what he is up to, well, you're not…It’s God, he’s a lot smarter and we are, we're mere humans and it’s his secrets and he can share them or not.  If we knew, could we even understand?  Why it is important anyway and we're trying to put ourselves on his playing field and we never will.
This is the story; it’s more than has been asked for by many.  I have had several dozen people ask through emails or PM’s and many didn't want to ask but wanted to know.  I've meant to offend no one, just the facts and my opinion.
I've always believed you get out of life what you put into it and, live it to the fullest; it can be a nice place…A new journey has started and an old one has ended; let’s see what can come of it.   Ken

PS.  This was hard for me, I sat and wrote it at one time without any edits or corrections, just some of my thoughts and I won't do it often.  There is one more serious story that I will write and it’s about a Therapy dog, “Abbie the Border Collie” that came to visit me.  Little did I know that just one week before this event, while I was work shadowing them, I would be in the very hospital that they worked at….

Sunday

We're Having A Baby...

Were having a what?…
“A baby”…I heard this as I was walking into the kitchen one morning this week and thought I had lost my mind, did I hear you right?”
I asked again “We're having a baby!” with much expression...
“Twins”  My mind went blank and I knew I was too old to start a family again and especially twins.
Elaine starting laughing, which I didn't think was too funny as my mind drifted back to diapers, feeding, and all the things that go along with a baby!  When I thought about two, I lost it…but…but…how is this possible?  I thought you were fixed…I mean spayed…I mean your tubes were tied, right!? Right”?  Elaine laughed again and said they were going to drop them off.  Now I know we have made a lot of medical advances but this is ridiculous.  “They don't drop them off, or have they advanced that far too... you're pulling my leg…..aren't you?” In my mind I prayed I was right.
“No silly” She said and added, "we have two of Annie’s pups coming for a  visit.  It’s the twins!  You know!" She was referring to the red merle and blue merle pups that Annie had that we have always called the twins. We call Annie and Gabby the twins too.  “OH God," I said, "you almost gave me a heart attack!” as I wiped the sweat off my face with the dish towel. 
It was true; KC and Gracie were coming for a  visit.  They live with different human parents but would  be staying with us on the same days.  KC lives just across the street from us and we see her often. She plays with our dogs every time she comes for a visit, you might say she is the country girl and... 

KC...AKA, Country Girl

Gracie, who the lives near Indianapolis is the city girl! This would be her first trip back to the farm where she was born.  She is coming with her brother "Bob" who is a son of Clancy and Molly. 

Gracie...AKA, City Girl

It will be lots of fun and they will get to spend time  with their mother Annie and their dad, Doc. 

Annie & Pups

When both of the pups got here, it was like a reunion, two sisters and Mom.  Everyone ran and danced and skipped around!  Annie would roll them over and clean them, spinning them around and around.  Off they went just like the old days of chasing and barking at each other as they tumbled to the ground wrestling.
  Both girls learned to swim. KC had been in the water before, but Gracie took right to it like a duck on a June bug.
Gracie had not run with the big dogs before like KC had, but in just a day she took to running with the pack, not letting her sister have anything over on her.  They got to explore mysterious things like a drain pipe, a jolly ball and played in lots and lots of water.
It was a wonderful time and everyone was on their best behavior.  But as you know, all good things must come to an end and it was time for everyone to go home.  It's always sad to see them leave, but I take comfort knowing that they had a great day, playing with each other and hopefully will see each other again very soon.

Gracie saying goodbye to her mom...


and KC watching them leave

It's always so nice to see them all again and welcome them back "home", even if it's only for a short time. Come back soon girls...Dad 

Wishes Do Come True...

Near the end of March of this year, one of our favorite dogs, Peyton, came to visit for nearly two weeks while her owners went on vacation with their kids in Florida.  When the reservation was made, the owner said she may want to breed Peyton once again before she was spayed, but we would talk about it at another time. 
A little background to this, two years ago, I was contacted by an owner of a Border Collie that wanted to breed their dog with Clancy that lived some distance from us.  After many discussions and getting health and ABCA records, everything was set.  Peyton was brought to our house and “lived” with us for nearly two weeks.  We fell in love with Peyton and cherished her visit.  She was a wonderful dog and fit right into our pack.  When Peyton went home, she was carrying a little of the farm home with her.  Sixty three days later, Peyton delivered a litter of beautiful pups that also belonged to our Clancy.  We were so proud and so was the owner of Peyton.  Everything went well for the pups and they were loved and hand raised by the owner and her children.  The hardest part was turning them loose to good homes as I know so well.  Many times the owner stated that she would love to keep them all, this too I know so well…
As fate would have it, when Peyton came to visit during the family vacation this spring Peyton was in season.  I asked the owner, “What do you want me to do, keep her penned”?  I was told just to let nature take its course…Well as most of you know; nature will always take its course here at the “fertility farm”, especially with Clancy.  As things often occur, Peyton went home again with a little bit of the farm with her and the owner was thrilled to have puppies again.  She stated it would be wonderful to keep one, but they just didn’t know if it would “work out” but she always wanted another Border Collie which I can understand. 
The first of June, Peyton gave birth to a beautiful litter, Peyton was doing well and so were the pups or so we thought…The second week, the owner noticed something just wasn't right with one of the pups. One of the  little girls was smaller and had a hard time holding her head up.  She said it appeared that she was about a week behind the others, but she was a fighter…

A series of emails between us…

Their eyes started opening yesterday. I am worried about a girl pup born last #7...she is behind the others with her head control...Her eyes are opening...She seems off.  I am wondering if she didn’t get oxygen.  I am also worried if she isn't getting enough milk?  A vet visit may be in order...I just noticed the last couple of days...the vet came by last weekend and thought they looked great.  I am worried… My little girl pup is still struggling but she is a fighter and a lover.
The vet didn't or wasn't able to confirm ANYTHING.  He said her ear canals look ok...Her eyes appear to respond to light??  But yet he witnessed her unable to locate food or respond to calls or claps...or something dropping in front of her...Never looked that way or followed it.  He thinks she might have cerebral palsy??  He said he is going to do some research and get back with me .

As long as “Saige” was with the other pups, she was fine and did great.  Clancy and I went up to see Peyton and the pups the last week of July.  Saige was a beautiful little girl and the owner had mentioned that there were other things that were just not “right”.  Her head was smaller, her tail was shorter and it was not on center, just a little to the side, something I had never seen before.  Saige played with Clancy, jumping on his back and pulling "his" tail and Clancy just let her.  I wondered if he sensed something was wrong? 
 All of the pups were gone except “Tex” and Saige.  Tex was scheduled to go to his new home and Saige was going to be on her own.  A Vet trip was scheduled and tough decisions needed to be made, a real tough decision…

Well I made the tough decision to sell Tex to a family that lost their dog.  It was tough, many tears but sometimes the hardest decisions are the right ones. So we are left with Saige.  I still would like a home for her, but will be looking out for her best interests.  It has been a tough day at our house.  I admire your ability to do this...I am pathetic...Here I am handing off a pup and crying like a baby!!  She started crying too, I knew she was the one!  But I told myself, I’ve got a bad feeling…

The Vet trip several days later…

I took Saige to the vet and we did the "Whistle" test...Blowing a whistle while she was sleeping and she didn't budge...She is deaf... 

News I didn't want to hear, who would want a “special” pup?  One with a short tail that’s off to the side and deaf.  This is the hard part about having pups and being responsible and your heart breaks.  How can you find someone who has no connection to her and possibly love her like we do?  At one time, the Vet talked of putting her to sleep something we did not want to do but if it was inevitable,  I would go and get her and bury her here with my little ones, where she would always have a home.

The last email from the owner…

We are keeping her!!   I made the executive decision...From this day forward we have no more puppies available!!  Peyton loves her and we do too...she slept with me last night!!

I wept with Joy…It did work out…but only because someone made the hard decision to make a special little girl the center of their life and do the right thing...Thank you Patricia...from all of us...Give her a hug from all the Border Collie lovers everywhere...Saige now has her forever home and Patricia now has her second dog which she always wanted...
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“Dutchess…DUTCHESS…  Don't do that!” as she cocks her head from one side to the other.  Then it appears she wants to argue with me and barks, not once, but twice and then turns her head to the other side. Standing in front of  my recliner she wants me to get up out of my comfortable seat and get “her” ball from the ball drawer.

Dutchess is like a 3 year old human in a Border Collie body…I really do believe this.  Last night, it was her turn to come in for the night.  She, along with Abbie, Annie,  Meg and of course Clancy, were all getting ready to come into the house and bunk down for a night of sleep.  The only thing bad about that is you feel guilty leaving the other three dogs outside in their cozy kennel.  It’s tough to stay in the kennel because I'm sure their music is too loud or it’s on the wrong station. The ceiling fan is on too high  and is causing a draft, or the new Memory Foam dog mats are not as hard as the old ones. 
Their new Memory Foam Mats
However, 5 dogs inside is enough for any house and especially if Dutchess is one of the five!  Even by herself, she can be a handful because she is so smart AND mischievous.  At times I feel she should have been named “Denise the Menace” and my name should be Mr. Wilson.
She is so comical and has more facial expressions than any dog I have ever seen and she certainly knows how to use them to her advantage. 

It’s so odd that she and Molly are half sisters born only 2 weeks apart on a farm in Kentucky.  Molly is refined and elegant, not causing any trouble and will always do everything I ask. Dutchess is boisterous, unruly, disruptive and many other things that I don't have room to list. She ALSO has a heart of gold and will always flop over on her back  in my lap wanting me to rub her belly.

Dutchess can be a sweetheart. Once she did something that almost cut her life a little short.  She loves to run along beside  the 4-wheeler when I am out riding on  it.  All of the dogs do, but she is a fanatic about it.  I can just walk anywhere near it and go “vroom” and she is in a fever, dancing, turning circles and barking.  Well, on this particular day, I was on the 4-wheeler pulling a wagon full of mulch.  I was  making a  lot of stops and was getting  back on after one of those stops. Throwing one leg over the seat and “Bam” an excruciating pain shot through my ankle that took me to the ground.  I turned thinking I had been shot and Dutchess was dancing in circles wanting me to take off on the 4-wheeler and got a little too excited…..  "G%^#&*#   D@m F^#%!$  Dutchess you Bi$#@@"  I said, (translated; Good Girl Dutchess but you have hurt daddy)  She was as happy as she could be, just a little excited and her herding instinct kicked in and she wanted to move me along a little faster by nipping me.  She is so lucky that she did not go to the Rainbow Bridge that very day.  So now, when I ride the 4-wheeler, I always watch for her and watch my backside too.   Maybe it was her way of getting back at me for going “vroom” so many times and teasing her…
Dutchess...You're going to fall in..."I can get it....I can get it...Almost"...
Crap...
Dutchess can do anything she puts her mind to. She will think about it and usually figures out what she has to do to get what she wants and therein lies the problem.  She is a thinker and at times will out think me....Mr Wilson....are you home?  Yes, Denise the Menace, I'm home...Make yourself at home...."Always"...

To The Ones Who Can't Speak

Several times a month, I will get a calls or email from someone wanting help finding their dog a home.  There are many reasons to do this and I'll never pass judgment because I too, have had to do the same thing myself, but I will also tell you, I have regretted it most every day, but it was still the right decision at the time.  Most people don't know that we help people that can't keep their Border Collie but it’s something we can do because of the coverage from our website and Facebook page.
There are many reasons that people give up a dog, some are justified and some are not, but the reason is something I really don't care about, because I want to find the dog a good home before it goes to a shelter or in the some cases the worst case scenario, but enough of the bad stuff.
Early this week, I got a message about a dog and the owner really needed to find the dog a good home because of circumstances that were beyond their control.  I made a few phone calls and then posted it on our Facebook page and in just few days, someone who I didn't know contacted me about a dog from another state and on Thursday, a problem was solved and a person got the dog of their dreams, but most importantly, a dog was saved from a shelter. 


As I think back, this has occurred many times and at this point, we have been 100% successful in finding great dogs to homes to people willing to take on a great dog.  Now don't get me wrong, sometimes matches can be bad and we need to try again, never giving up but all in all, it goes very well when dogs are saved from shelters and sometimes a little work may be needed to make that happen but in the long run, it is so rewarding.  As I sit here, I can think of MANY dogs that I know have been rescued, In fact I don't know of many people who have not.  Why, even four of my dogs were given to me because they needed a “good home” and I can't think of life without them.

I do try to educate people about the ills of owning a BC and at times attempt and direct them to get an older dog or search for an adult BC that will fit their specific needs.  Sometimes Border Collies and rescued Border Collies especially get a bad rap, but it’s usually misplaced blame and the blame should go to the previous owner for not researching the breed or doing what it takes to keep peace in the house and to make their Border Collie a happy Border Collie. 

Ninety Nine percent of the times, it’s the humans who screw it up and it should be 100% of the time that we fix it.  As a breeder and lover of the breed, it is my responsibility to do something, get involved and make a difference.  If I truly am a person who is a responsible, it’s not just about my dogs, it’s about all dogs.  I know a breeder in Kentucky that was acquaintances with a person who worked in a shelter in their town.  The shelter was full and knowing the fate of a beautiful Border Collie, she paid and obtained the dog and took it home and in time re-homed the dog, in effect, saving it’s life.  Friends of ours that live in Bedford Kentucky have three of our dogs, but they assist the local shelter when the shelter is overcrowded and will temporarily house dogs and friends of ours lets their kids volunteer at the local shelter and in-turn learning responsibilities.


A young girl was walking along a beach upon which thousands of starfish had been washed up during a terrible storm. When she came to each starfish, she would pick it up, and throw it back into the ocean. People watched her with amusement.
She had been doing this for some time when a man approached her and said, “Little girl, why are you doing this? Look at this beach! You can't save all these starfish. You can't begin to make a difference!” 
The girl seemed crushed, suddenly deflated. But after a few moments, she bent down, picked up another starfish, and hurled it as far as she could into the ocean. Then she looked up at the man and replied,  “Well, I made a difference to that one!”
The old man looked at the girl inquisitively and thought about what she had done and said. Inspired, he joined the little girl in throwing starfish back into the sea. Soon others joined, and all the starfish were saved.

Working with the dogs is not always someone’s cup of tea, however you can volunteer or take supplies or even donate to a fund that you trust, they can always use our help, remember the shelter depends on us as do the dogs.


I will tell you, there is nothing more satisfying than to know “You” saved a dog from certain death and made someone the happiest person in the world because they now, have the perfect dog….Ken



If you have men who will exclude any of
God's creatures from the shelter of
Compassion and pity, you will have men
who will deal likewise with their fellow men.
St. Francis of Assisi