The woman that found this dog had brought him to a facility that was full, so she drove him to another clinic where hopefully he would find a few days rest while the search continued, or worst case, to be put to sleep. Thankfully, workers at the second clinic were determined to find a home for the dog, and immediately posted his profile on PETS 911. WHAT LUCK! Enjoy the story.
HAPPY TAILS
Below is a heart-warming tale from a proud mother and grandmother, Peggy A.:
As part of our farewell gathering for my son, who was leaving for Army basic training, we brought our family beagle, Bandit, to say goodbye to his master. During the hustle and bustle, our toddler grandson managed to release Bandit from the apartment patio. My son and his wife spent those remaining precious moments searching for our beloved beagle without success.
The next morning, my son left for basic training. His wife continued her search by placing lost dog posters throughout the apartment complex and calling the local animal shelters. Missing both her husband and Bandit, she cried herself to sleep. On Saturday morning, she shared with me that Bandit was missing. Several years ago, I had lost a young Beagle when a phone repairman left my gate unlatched, and never found him even after a search of 3-4 months. I was determined not to repeat that heartbreak.
I initiated my own search for Bandit. I drove to four local shelters and adoption facilities, anxious that the reduced holding period of only three days (vs. the previous policy of 10 days) would mean that Bandit had already been adopted out. As part of my comprehensive outreach, I also called PETS 911, as well as the contacts for all relevant found pet listings on the PETS 911 website. I even drafted my friends to help check on the website postings.
While en route from the South Mountain Humane Society to Carefree Highway, I drained my cell phone battery listening to a “found pet” listing posted by an emergency clinic on PETS 911. Since it was now after hours for the clinic, my main hope was to help them identify Bandit on their end. I struggled with my brother’s photo scanner and managed to upload Bandit’s photo to PETS 911. Sunday crawled by as I awaited the Monday morning opening of the Lookout Mountain Vet Clinic.
My determination was rewarded with a call from the clinic at 7:30 am on Monday. I threw on some clothes and hurried to their office with a flier in hand. Waiting as patiently as I could, I watched the office staff deal with the normal Monday madness. Finally, one of the assistants spotted the flier in my hand and, without a word, ran to the back to grab Bandit. I yelled out, “Bandit, baby!” and we ran to each other.
It turns out that Bandit was even luckier than I had realized. The lady that found Bandit had brought him to the Humane Society, but was told they were full. She then drove him to Lookout Mountain Vet Clinic, where hopefully he would find a few days rest while the search continued, or worst case, to be put to sleep. Thankfully, the clinic was determined to find a home for Bandit and immediately posted his profile on PETS 911. These gracious caretakers even refused any payment for a week’s care of my baby.
We’re still not sure how Bandit managed to lose his collar and tags, but both were replaced and microchipping has been scheduled. Thanks to PETS 911 – and to all of those that helped along the way -- we were reunited. Bandit will now await his master’s return within the safe confines of my home!
http://www.pets911.com/emailer/public/2006/4/index.html?PHPSESSID=0472284182d7638651302172adab9548
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Angie, shih tzu
City dog, lost on Staten Island for over a month, reunited with owner
Contributed by Stephanie Slepian
October 09, 2008
Angie's a city dog, but she has the instincts of a country hound. The 11-pound, silky-furred Shih Tzu from an East Village pad persevered in the wilds of Clay Pit Pond State Park Preserve for 32 days. And despite the lice and the ticks, Angie is back to being Angie. Not bad for the runt of the litter.
"She's so bony and skinny, I don't know how she survived out there," said Paul O'Neill, her Manhattanite owner, who had dropped Angie off for dog-sitting at his sister's Rossville home before a vacation to Puerto Rico.
O'Neill spent a few days with his sister, Doris O'Neill Cabrera, before saying his goodbyes to Angie, and her mother and father, Amy and Archie, on Sept. 2.
That evening, Mrs. O'Neill Cabrera took the dogs, along with her own, into the backyard, where Angie manifested a new trick: She could go underneath the deck and come out the other end. That also might have been the means for her great escape.
"She lives in a small Manhattan apartment," Mrs. O'Neill Cabrera said. "She doesn't get outside much. Her only freedom is in my backyard. I had them in the grass in the backyard. She was so happy."
Mrs. O'Neill Cabrera went inside for about 10 minutes, and when she returned, Angie was gone.
Her brother raced back from Manhattan and 25 neighbors banded together with flashlights, searching the neighborhood and its woods. Over the next few days, they put up posters on utility poles, in supermarket windows. The entire community became invested in finding the lost dog. But there was no trace of Angie.
Heartbroken, O'Neill went on vacation, convinced he would get a call that "his baby" had been found. He returned home, but Angie didn't.
He never lost hope -- and on Friday, his phone rang.
"This is your Angie," said the voice on the other end. Three men -- who recognized the dog from the missing posters -- had pulled her out of a thorn-filled ditch in Clay Pit Pond State Park and brought her to the Animal Care and Control shelter in Charleston.
She lost about 3 pounds, her coat had to be shaved to remove the ticks and lice and she was running a fever, but she knew O'Neill in an instant.
"When she saw me, she got really excited," he said. "When I started calling her name, she came right to me."
If only she could tell him how she did it.
"That would be something," O'Neill said. "If she could just point out where she went and where she stayed."
Either way, she answers to a new name now: Angie Angel.
Source: http://www.silive.com/news/index.ssf/2008/10/city_dog_lost_on_staten_island.html
Contributed by Stephanie Slepian
October 09, 2008
Angie's a city dog, but she has the instincts of a country hound. The 11-pound, silky-furred Shih Tzu from an East Village pad persevered in the wilds of Clay Pit Pond State Park Preserve for 32 days. And despite the lice and the ticks, Angie is back to being Angie. Not bad for the runt of the litter.
Angie with her owner, Paul O'Neill and his sister, Doris O'Neil Cabrera.
Angie, an 11-pound Shih Tzu, was able to survive on her own for 32 days in Clay Pit Pond State Park.
"She's so bony and skinny, I don't know how she survived out there," said Paul O'Neill, her Manhattanite owner, who had dropped Angie off for dog-sitting at his sister's Rossville home before a vacation to Puerto Rico.
O'Neill spent a few days with his sister, Doris O'Neill Cabrera, before saying his goodbyes to Angie, and her mother and father, Amy and Archie, on Sept. 2.
That evening, Mrs. O'Neill Cabrera took the dogs, along with her own, into the backyard, where Angie manifested a new trick: She could go underneath the deck and come out the other end. That also might have been the means for her great escape.
"She lives in a small Manhattan apartment," Mrs. O'Neill Cabrera said. "She doesn't get outside much. Her only freedom is in my backyard. I had them in the grass in the backyard. She was so happy."
Mrs. O'Neill Cabrera went inside for about 10 minutes, and when she returned, Angie was gone.
Her brother raced back from Manhattan and 25 neighbors banded together with flashlights, searching the neighborhood and its woods. Over the next few days, they put up posters on utility poles, in supermarket windows. The entire community became invested in finding the lost dog. But there was no trace of Angie.
Heartbroken, O'Neill went on vacation, convinced he would get a call that "his baby" had been found. He returned home, but Angie didn't.
He never lost hope -- and on Friday, his phone rang.
"This is your Angie," said the voice on the other end. Three men -- who recognized the dog from the missing posters -- had pulled her out of a thorn-filled ditch in Clay Pit Pond State Park and brought her to the Animal Care and Control shelter in Charleston.
She lost about 3 pounds, her coat had to be shaved to remove the ticks and lice and she was running a fever, but she knew O'Neill in an instant.
"When she saw me, she got really excited," he said. "When I started calling her name, she came right to me."
If only she could tell him how she did it.
"That would be something," O'Neill said. "If she could just point out where she went and where she stayed."
Either way, she answers to a new name now: Angie Angel.
Source: http://www.silive.com/news/index.ssf/2008/10/city_dog_lost_on_staten_island.html
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Sadie
This dog's mom told her story in the local newspaper by way of a letter to an editor. I think this is a great way to thank the community for help in looking for a lost dog. Enjoy the story.
Happy ending to a lost-dog story
Tanya Palma, a resident of Spotswood
Guest Column
On the evening of Sept. 20, I was out in the yard with our dog, Sadie, when a large branch crashed onto our neighbor’s metal shed. The noise scared our timid Sadie, and she took off running.
As she ran through some of the streets behind our home, other people, dogs and noises scared her even more. After we searched for her for hours, our neighbors, the Gagnons, helped us make fliers and get some of them up as quickly as possible.
Every day that passed I would be around town putting up more fliers, whether I was driving around with our 6-month-old son, Brendan, or out alone on my bicycle. I spoke to all the kennels, shelters, veterinarians, animal control officers and regular officers that I could find to spread the word.
Each day, I talked to more of our community members, who were all very concerned. There are a lot of wonderful people in our neighborhood. There were some people who would call me after seeing the fliers, or stop me while I was putting them up, just to express concern.
After 5 1/2 heartbreaking days, I was starting to lose hope when I received a call from a girl saying she was sure she had seen Sadie in Heather Glen the previous night. With renewed hope, I went and put up more fliers (the flier count was now more than 400) in and around Heather Glen. While there, I had two residents stop and tell me they had also seen Sadie around the complex.
That night, the sixth night our pet had been missing, my husband, Bob, and I took the baby after dark in his stroller to Heather Glen and walked around, calling Sadie and shaking her food bowl.
As we reached the far exit of the complex and were trying to decide where to look next or if we should give up, we received a call from a girl named Patricia who had just returned home to Heather Glen and who had seen a dog run out of the woods and then back in near the playground. Patricia ran to find our nearest flier and called us immediately.
Bob took off, running to get back to the playground area, while Patricia went back to where she had spotted the dog to try and call Sadie out of the woods. When the baby and I caught up a few minutes later, Bob had Sadie in his arms, and he and Patricia were trying to wrestle the harness onto Sadie, who was so excited to see us that she couldn’t keep still.
I would like to thank everyone who was concerned for us — our family, friends, neighbors, mailmen, crossing guards, the whole community, everyone who called and was concerned.
Thank you especially to the girl who called Sunday morning, for prompting me to put up more fliers inside Heather Glen; to the people who cared enough to stop and tell me they’d seen Sadie there, prompting me to take the family for a walk there that evening; and to Patricia, for calling right away.
Thank you, everyone for helping to give us a happy ending and returning Sadie safely home.
Source: http://ems.gmnews.com/news/2004/1012/Editorials/
Happy ending to a lost-dog story
Tanya Palma, a resident of Spotswood
Guest Column
On the evening of Sept. 20, I was out in the yard with our dog, Sadie, when a large branch crashed onto our neighbor’s metal shed. The noise scared our timid Sadie, and she took off running.
As she ran through some of the streets behind our home, other people, dogs and noises scared her even more. After we searched for her for hours, our neighbors, the Gagnons, helped us make fliers and get some of them up as quickly as possible.
Every day that passed I would be around town putting up more fliers, whether I was driving around with our 6-month-old son, Brendan, or out alone on my bicycle. I spoke to all the kennels, shelters, veterinarians, animal control officers and regular officers that I could find to spread the word.
Each day, I talked to more of our community members, who were all very concerned. There are a lot of wonderful people in our neighborhood. There were some people who would call me after seeing the fliers, or stop me while I was putting them up, just to express concern.
After 5 1/2 heartbreaking days, I was starting to lose hope when I received a call from a girl saying she was sure she had seen Sadie in Heather Glen the previous night. With renewed hope, I went and put up more fliers (the flier count was now more than 400) in and around Heather Glen. While there, I had two residents stop and tell me they had also seen Sadie around the complex.
That night, the sixth night our pet had been missing, my husband, Bob, and I took the baby after dark in his stroller to Heather Glen and walked around, calling Sadie and shaking her food bowl.
As we reached the far exit of the complex and were trying to decide where to look next or if we should give up, we received a call from a girl named Patricia who had just returned home to Heather Glen and who had seen a dog run out of the woods and then back in near the playground. Patricia ran to find our nearest flier and called us immediately.
Bob took off, running to get back to the playground area, while Patricia went back to where she had spotted the dog to try and call Sadie out of the woods. When the baby and I caught up a few minutes later, Bob had Sadie in his arms, and he and Patricia were trying to wrestle the harness onto Sadie, who was so excited to see us that she couldn’t keep still.
I would like to thank everyone who was concerned for us — our family, friends, neighbors, mailmen, crossing guards, the whole community, everyone who called and was concerned.
Thank you especially to the girl who called Sunday morning, for prompting me to put up more fliers inside Heather Glen; to the people who cared enough to stop and tell me they’d seen Sadie there, prompting me to take the family for a walk there that evening; and to Patricia, for calling right away.
Thank you, everyone for helping to give us a happy ending and returning Sadie safely home.
Source: http://ems.gmnews.com/news/2004/1012/Editorials/
Friday, March 6, 2009
Taz, blue chihuahua
Little Dog is Lost and Found for the Holidays
By John Mongtomery, the Fostoria Focus
Jan 11, 2007 10:42 AM EST
Christmas came a little late for a Florida woman visiting Fostoria last week, but she doesn't mind the wait after she and her husband were reunited with their dog, which was lost Christmas Eve.
"I couldn't have Christmas or New Year's with the kids, so we're going to have a little more time here," Debra McClough said. "I couldn't even get into Christmas morning with the kids opening presents because I was so worried about him.
"I just needed to know if he was alive or not before I could go home," she said. "The grandkids, they understood."
McClough and her husband, Gene, travelled to Fostoria to visit their son, Richard McClough, their daughter, Barbara Snow, and their two families for the holidays when the McCloughs' two dogs accidentally got out of house. The couple quickly found the older dog, but Taz, a 6-year-old blue Chihuahua, evaded capture. He stayed on the loose for 11 days, with many people catching only a glimpse of him on the run, according to the McCloughs.
"He was seen all over," Debra McClough said Friday with Taz in her lap. "He was seen at the Church of the Nazarene and over at Dollar General." By everyone but the McCloughs, though. "I thought we'd never see him again," Debra McClough said.
And that was a big concern for the McCloughs. Not only has the couple raised the dog since it was 6 weeks old, but Debra McClough said Taz serves as a sort of health alarm for her at night. "He's my medical dog. I stop breathing sometimes when I sleep. Living in Florida, we could have a hurricane and he," she said, pointing to her husband, "won't wake up. "I'm half the time woken up by this dog smelling me to see if I'm breathing," she said. "He'll start waking you up, start licking you," Gene McClough added.
Taz stayed on the loose until spotted by Ken and Judy Roush while they were on a walk Thursday along the abandoned railroad right-of-way behind Riley Elementary. "He was off the path curled up in a little ball; almost didn't see him," Ken Roush said. "I was pretty sure it was him. A day or so before, when we were on a walk, I'd seen a poster," he said.
The McCloughs had plastered posters with Taz's picture on them around town during their daily searches for the dog. There were a few problems, though. The Roushes said the dog appeared injured and too scared to be approached by strangers. Once he saw the dog, Roush said he tracked down one of the posters and called the McCloughs to tell them he thought he knew where their dog was hiding.
"They came over within about 10 minutes and we showed them where we saw the dog," Judy Roush said. "He was laying right back there again and came right to them."
Taz did have an injured right rear leg and had lost a lot of weight from not eating or drinking, according to the McCloughs. "I could put my hand under his collar, he'd lost so much weight. I just pulled the collar right off his head," Gene McClough said. But he said that hardship was countered by the unseasonably warm weather, which was cooler than what Taz is used to in Florida, but much warmer than the typical Christmas in Ohio.
And all that was forgotten when the McCloughs and Taz got back together. "I went down to the ground and he came to me and started licking my face all over the place," Debra McClough said. "It took us three or four times of calling him to get him to come out. It shocked me when I did see him coming," she said. "All I could do was cry because I never thought I'd see him again."
It made for a much better end to the holiday season than the beginning, she added, and Ken Roush said he was happy to play a role. "I was very, very glad to find the owner, because the lady was very attached to the dog," he said. "Just glad we found the little guy's owner. Everybody's happy."
Source: http://www.wtol.com/Global/story.asp?S=5908217
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By John Mongtomery, the Fostoria Focus
Jan 11, 2007 10:42 AM EST
Christmas came a little late for a Florida woman visiting Fostoria last week, but she doesn't mind the wait after she and her husband were reunited with their dog, which was lost Christmas Eve.
Floridians Debra and Gene McClough (left) were reunited with their blue Chihuahua Taz after the dog was found this past Thursday by Fostorians Ken and Judy Roush during a walk.
"I couldn't have Christmas or New Year's with the kids, so we're going to have a little more time here," Debra McClough said. "I couldn't even get into Christmas morning with the kids opening presents because I was so worried about him.
"I just needed to know if he was alive or not before I could go home," she said. "The grandkids, they understood."
McClough and her husband, Gene, travelled to Fostoria to visit their son, Richard McClough, their daughter, Barbara Snow, and their two families for the holidays when the McCloughs' two dogs accidentally got out of house. The couple quickly found the older dog, but Taz, a 6-year-old blue Chihuahua, evaded capture. He stayed on the loose for 11 days, with many people catching only a glimpse of him on the run, according to the McCloughs.
"He was seen all over," Debra McClough said Friday with Taz in her lap. "He was seen at the Church of the Nazarene and over at Dollar General." By everyone but the McCloughs, though. "I thought we'd never see him again," Debra McClough said.
And that was a big concern for the McCloughs. Not only has the couple raised the dog since it was 6 weeks old, but Debra McClough said Taz serves as a sort of health alarm for her at night. "He's my medical dog. I stop breathing sometimes when I sleep. Living in Florida, we could have a hurricane and he," she said, pointing to her husband, "won't wake up. "I'm half the time woken up by this dog smelling me to see if I'm breathing," she said. "He'll start waking you up, start licking you," Gene McClough added.
Taz stayed on the loose until spotted by Ken and Judy Roush while they were on a walk Thursday along the abandoned railroad right-of-way behind Riley Elementary. "He was off the path curled up in a little ball; almost didn't see him," Ken Roush said. "I was pretty sure it was him. A day or so before, when we were on a walk, I'd seen a poster," he said.
The McCloughs had plastered posters with Taz's picture on them around town during their daily searches for the dog. There were a few problems, though. The Roushes said the dog appeared injured and too scared to be approached by strangers. Once he saw the dog, Roush said he tracked down one of the posters and called the McCloughs to tell them he thought he knew where their dog was hiding.
"They came over within about 10 minutes and we showed them where we saw the dog," Judy Roush said. "He was laying right back there again and came right to them."
Taz did have an injured right rear leg and had lost a lot of weight from not eating or drinking, according to the McCloughs. "I could put my hand under his collar, he'd lost so much weight. I just pulled the collar right off his head," Gene McClough said. But he said that hardship was countered by the unseasonably warm weather, which was cooler than what Taz is used to in Florida, but much warmer than the typical Christmas in Ohio.
And all that was forgotten when the McCloughs and Taz got back together. "I went down to the ground and he came to me and started licking my face all over the place," Debra McClough said. "It took us three or four times of calling him to get him to come out. It shocked me when I did see him coming," she said. "All I could do was cry because I never thought I'd see him again."
It made for a much better end to the holiday season than the beginning, she added, and Ken Roush said he was happy to play a role. "I was very, very glad to find the owner, because the lady was very attached to the dog," he said. "Just glad we found the little guy's owner. Everybody's happy."
Source: http://www.wtol.com/Global/story.asp?S=5908217
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