Man Saves Paralyzed Girl's Missing Dog
Filed Under: Inspiration Dog Rescue Amazing
February 11, 2011
Here's some happy news to warm your heart.
Heather Siebert lost the use of her body from the neck down after a paralyzing car accident last June and if it wasn't for one man's act of kindness, would have lost her dog and best friend Shorty.
Gregg Stokes was driving down a country road in North Carolina when he spotted the injured dog and immediately pulled over to help the animal.
Luckily, the animal wasn't severely injured and Gregg was able to take the animal home.
While asking around the community for the owner of the dog, he happened to bring it to Heather's former high school where everyone immediately recognized the dog.
Heather had just about given up hope and thought Shorty was gone for good when the kind stranger reunited her with the dog.
"When I'm having my bad days, my mom and dad just put Shorty on my bed and let him lay here with me," Heather told reporters after the reunion.
Her mother was appreciative of the stranger's act of kindness and overjoyed with their good fortune, saying:
"It just seems like every time something negative happens, there's something positive that brings a ray of sunshine back into our lives."
We're SO happy for the Seiberts and Shorty!
We wish Heather the best as she continues to live a full and happy life, even after such a tragic accident, with Shorty by her side.
Watch a video of the story HERE
Source: http://teddyhilton.com/2011-02-11-man-saves-dog-from-the-road
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Friday, March 4, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Darry, collie/golden retriever
Dog, owner reunited after 1 week
By Amy Schweitzer, WORLD-HEARLD NEWS SERVICE
Published Tuesday November 30, 2010
ALDA, NEB. — “Darry,” a collie/golden retriever, is safe at home in Colorado after wandering around Hall County for a week.
On Nov. 22, Monica Shields of Golden, Colo. was on her way to her hometown in Michigan when her vehicle rolled on black ice on Interstate 80 near the Wood River exit.
Shields, her friends and two other dogs had just bumps and bruises, but Darry escaped through a broken window.
“She was gone before we had even gotten out,” Shields said of the dog she had rescued from a shelter about eight months earlier.
For a week Shields and her friends looked for the dog.
“We went out for six hours (walking the fields near the crash site) before we were forced to go home,” she said.
Back in Colorado, Shields posted a plea with pictures on Facebook, ran ads in the Grand Island Independent and called to around to shelters.
Fred Schritt of Grand Island called here and said he would do everything in his power to find Darry.
“At first I thought, ‘Oh that’s nice, another well-wisher. Thank you.’ But then he called back to say he spent eight hours out walking, looking for her and hadn’t found her but he was going to keep looking.
“He was a total stranger but was willing to help,” she said.
Carol Matthews, who lives near Grand Island, also called to offer help. Matthews put up posters in Grand Island and Hastings.
Schritt said he saw the ad in Saturday’s paper.
“I just got a lump in my throat knowing how sad she had to be,” he said Monday. “I couldn’t sit here and not do anything.”
Schritt searched for two full days driving more than 100 miles each day and passing out cards to farmers offering a $1,000 reward for the recovery of the dog.
Towards the end of Sunday night, he saw a collie mix dog along the edge of I-80.
“My eyes were so tired, but I happened to look right and I saw a dog,” Schritt said.
He pulled over and tried to get the dog to come closer but he couldn’t get closer than 40 feet, Schritt said. Suddenly the dog bolted straight across the Interstate, thick with Thanksgiving traffic.
“My heart about stopped,” Schritt said, but Darry made it across without harm.
Even though the dog had escaped, Schritt called Shields to tell her that he had seen Darry and that he was going to try again Monday.
Early Monday morning Shields and a friend were on their way to Grand Island to help search when she received a call on her cell phone about 8 a.m. saying Darry had been found near Alda.
Zach Kramer was getting out of his Jeep at his parents’ farm about three miles northeast of Alda when a friendly dog came up and wanted to jump in his vehicle.
“She just started whining and wanted in my truck real bad,” he said with a laugh.
Kramer notice the dog’s pink collar and tags with an owner’s phone number and called Shields.
“We were all screaming in the car, going crazy,” Shields said with a laugh.
“If I lost my dog, I’d want someone to help,” Kramer said. “Everybody knew more than I did. I didn’t see any of the flyers or anything.”
Shields later thought maybe Darry went to Kramer because his vehicle is similar to hers.
After calling Shields, Kramer took the dog to Grand Island Veterinary Hospital where Dr. Jay Stewart cleaned up Darry for free.
“She was covered in stickers and muddy,” Kramer said.
The reunion between dog and owner at the Alda Interchange was what Schritt called “a storybook finish.”
He gave Kramer the $1,000 reward even though Kramer tried to refuse it.
Shields said she couldn’t believe so many people were willing to help find Darry.
“Living in Colorado, I have never met so many nice Nebraskans before,” Shields said. “I was blown away.”
Source: http://www.omaha.com/article/20101130/NEWS01/712019954/0
By Amy Schweitzer, WORLD-HEARLD NEWS SERVICE
Published Tuesday November 30, 2010
ALDA, NEB. — “Darry,” a collie/golden retriever, is safe at home in Colorado after wandering around Hall County for a week.
On Nov. 22, Monica Shields of Golden, Colo. was on her way to her hometown in Michigan when her vehicle rolled on black ice on Interstate 80 near the Wood River exit.
Shields, her friends and two other dogs had just bumps and bruises, but Darry escaped through a broken window.
“She was gone before we had even gotten out,” Shields said of the dog she had rescued from a shelter about eight months earlier.
For a week Shields and her friends looked for the dog.
“We went out for six hours (walking the fields near the crash site) before we were forced to go home,” she said.
Back in Colorado, Shields posted a plea with pictures on Facebook, ran ads in the Grand Island Independent and called to around to shelters.
Fred Schritt of Grand Island called here and said he would do everything in his power to find Darry.
“At first I thought, ‘Oh that’s nice, another well-wisher. Thank you.’ But then he called back to say he spent eight hours out walking, looking for her and hadn’t found her but he was going to keep looking.
“He was a total stranger but was willing to help,” she said.
Carol Matthews, who lives near Grand Island, also called to offer help. Matthews put up posters in Grand Island and Hastings.
Schritt said he saw the ad in Saturday’s paper.
“I just got a lump in my throat knowing how sad she had to be,” he said Monday. “I couldn’t sit here and not do anything.”
Schritt searched for two full days driving more than 100 miles each day and passing out cards to farmers offering a $1,000 reward for the recovery of the dog.
Towards the end of Sunday night, he saw a collie mix dog along the edge of I-80.
“My eyes were so tired, but I happened to look right and I saw a dog,” Schritt said.
He pulled over and tried to get the dog to come closer but he couldn’t get closer than 40 feet, Schritt said. Suddenly the dog bolted straight across the Interstate, thick with Thanksgiving traffic.
“My heart about stopped,” Schritt said, but Darry made it across without harm.
Even though the dog had escaped, Schritt called Shields to tell her that he had seen Darry and that he was going to try again Monday.
Early Monday morning Shields and a friend were on their way to Grand Island to help search when she received a call on her cell phone about 8 a.m. saying Darry had been found near Alda.
Zach Kramer was getting out of his Jeep at his parents’ farm about three miles northeast of Alda when a friendly dog came up and wanted to jump in his vehicle.
“She just started whining and wanted in my truck real bad,” he said with a laugh.
Kramer notice the dog’s pink collar and tags with an owner’s phone number and called Shields.
“We were all screaming in the car, going crazy,” Shields said with a laugh.
“If I lost my dog, I’d want someone to help,” Kramer said. “Everybody knew more than I did. I didn’t see any of the flyers or anything.”
Shields later thought maybe Darry went to Kramer because his vehicle is similar to hers.
After calling Shields, Kramer took the dog to Grand Island Veterinary Hospital where Dr. Jay Stewart cleaned up Darry for free.
“She was covered in stickers and muddy,” Kramer said.
The reunion between dog and owner at the Alda Interchange was what Schritt called “a storybook finish.”
He gave Kramer the $1,000 reward even though Kramer tried to refuse it.
Shields said she couldn’t believe so many people were willing to help find Darry.
“Living in Colorado, I have never met so many nice Nebraskans before,” Shields said. “I was blown away.”
Source: http://www.omaha.com/article/20101130/NEWS01/712019954/0
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Brooklyn, viszla
Brooklyn the Viszla's Story
as told in a thank-you note from her pet parent, sent to his listserv
May 3rd, 2010
Thank you all for the emails, phone calls and visits…we are very fortunate to have such incredible neighbors and we can’t say thank you enough.
For those of you who are interested…we have a story that should probably include the name Lassie somewhere in the title.
As you know, we lost Brooklyn on March 23…a very sad day. Our adventurous pup was sauntering about with our Nanny Marta and little Miss Olivia making their second loop on Wilton Avenue. Brooklyn was distracted by something and made off between Jay and Shanna’s house and Chris’s house for a peek at a squirrel or two. Needless to say… Brooklyn never made it home that depressing Tuesday. And on top of that, our daughter was being woken up by the clanking of the dog tags so Mr. Bright Guy had the brilliant idea of “no collar Tuesday”.
So we had fliers made up…I think to the tune of 750 and had a few dozen posters made. Ben O’Toole and his clan of friends manned their bikes, and we plastered the neighborhood. We called all vets within a 50 mile radius and visited the local shelters regularly. We took out ads in the Washington Post and Craig’s List. As desperate as we were, we brought in a professional dog tracker, sent out a Pet Amber Alert and I hate to admit it, but we even succumbed to the hair brained idea of reaching out to a psychic…all of which were a total bust. It’s amazing what we will do in times of desperation.
And then the secret weapon…Robin Siegel. Robin lives in the area and happened upon one of our posters and shot me an email….”what can I do to help?” I’ve never met her and yet she treated us like we were her family and inspired us that we were going to find Brooklyn .
Last night, Robin came across an ad on Craig’s list about a Vizsla found in Virginia, and she responded to it. Well don’t crack the champagne yet…it wasn’t our dog.
BUT…the woman, Jessie, who found that dog had come across another listing of "a Lab/Hound mix" that was happened upon in Luray , VA …101 miles from good ole Silver Spring. The woman wrote Robin back to say “Sorry to bug you again, but we noticed this other dog (not the one we found) - I'm not sure how the humane society comes across their dogs, but we thought it worth sending to you.”
Robin passed on the note to me. I saw the adoption notice, which included a picture and immediately woke my wife…we both insisted that this was our dog. Now the picture was not a close up so we weren’t 100 percent. I drove to Centreville this morning to the humane society farm…incredible facility…someone left those folks a LOT of money.
Anyway, there she was running in a field. All the dogs announce my arrival with a chorus of barks, which grabbed our little reddish brown friend’s attention. And it’s safe to say that the staff did not need any evidence of ownership other than the massive howling, panting and whimpering…I’m speaking of the dog’s owner. Brooklyn was doing her own dance.
Now, we doubt Brooklyn made her way to Luray, Va on her own accord. We figure someone driving on Forsythe had the good intentions of caring for a collarless dog…and may have attracted her with a ham sandwich…then again a smile and a high pitch “here pup” would have sufficed. And then simply fell in love with her.
Brooklyn was found with a new collar, plump in the belly and still had her glistening coat…she was obviously well cared for. Our knucklehead dog was found on US 211 by Wallace Road …right next to the Days Inn Motel. She was scooped up by the Humane Society, given the name Annie and put up for adoption. So we surmise that on Friday her new trustees must have put her in the yard and gone off to work. And Miss Escape Artist must have had enough with her new landlords and hopped the fence looking for a way back home.
And here we are…six weeks later…we are like a pup with two peters…just loving life.
So lessons learned: leashes; micro chips; tattoos and determination in finding your dog…a family member…that our daughter Olivia calls “Sister”. And having good people like Robin Siegel who care enough to just help a strange family and their dog reunite. We offered Robin the reward money…she graciously refused. We will be making a donation to the Humane Society in Robin’s name.
WOOF
Brandon, Andi, Olivia and Brooklyn
Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/robinsiegel/4461566886
as told in a thank-you note from her pet parent, sent to his listserv
May 3rd, 2010
Thank you all for the emails, phone calls and visits…we are very fortunate to have such incredible neighbors and we can’t say thank you enough.
For those of you who are interested…we have a story that should probably include the name Lassie somewhere in the title.
As you know, we lost Brooklyn on March 23…a very sad day. Our adventurous pup was sauntering about with our Nanny Marta and little Miss Olivia making their second loop on Wilton Avenue. Brooklyn was distracted by something and made off between Jay and Shanna’s house and Chris’s house for a peek at a squirrel or two. Needless to say… Brooklyn never made it home that depressing Tuesday. And on top of that, our daughter was being woken up by the clanking of the dog tags so Mr. Bright Guy had the brilliant idea of “no collar Tuesday”.
So we had fliers made up…I think to the tune of 750 and had a few dozen posters made. Ben O’Toole and his clan of friends manned their bikes, and we plastered the neighborhood. We called all vets within a 50 mile radius and visited the local shelters regularly. We took out ads in the Washington Post and Craig’s List. As desperate as we were, we brought in a professional dog tracker, sent out a Pet Amber Alert and I hate to admit it, but we even succumbed to the hair brained idea of reaching out to a psychic…all of which were a total bust. It’s amazing what we will do in times of desperation.
And then the secret weapon…Robin Siegel. Robin lives in the area and happened upon one of our posters and shot me an email….”what can I do to help?” I’ve never met her and yet she treated us like we were her family and inspired us that we were going to find Brooklyn .
Last night, Robin came across an ad on Craig’s list about a Vizsla found in Virginia, and she responded to it. Well don’t crack the champagne yet…it wasn’t our dog.
BUT…the woman, Jessie, who found that dog had come across another listing of "a Lab/Hound mix" that was happened upon in Luray , VA …101 miles from good ole Silver Spring. The woman wrote Robin back to say “Sorry to bug you again, but we noticed this other dog (not the one we found) - I'm not sure how the humane society comes across their dogs, but we thought it worth sending to you.”
Robin passed on the note to me. I saw the adoption notice, which included a picture and immediately woke my wife…we both insisted that this was our dog. Now the picture was not a close up so we weren’t 100 percent. I drove to Centreville this morning to the humane society farm…incredible facility…someone left those folks a LOT of money.
Anyway, there she was running in a field. All the dogs announce my arrival with a chorus of barks, which grabbed our little reddish brown friend’s attention. And it’s safe to say that the staff did not need any evidence of ownership other than the massive howling, panting and whimpering…I’m speaking of the dog’s owner. Brooklyn was doing her own dance.
Now, we doubt Brooklyn made her way to Luray, Va on her own accord. We figure someone driving on Forsythe had the good intentions of caring for a collarless dog…and may have attracted her with a ham sandwich…then again a smile and a high pitch “here pup” would have sufficed. And then simply fell in love with her.
Brooklyn was found with a new collar, plump in the belly and still had her glistening coat…she was obviously well cared for. Our knucklehead dog was found on US 211 by Wallace Road …right next to the Days Inn Motel. She was scooped up by the Humane Society, given the name Annie and put up for adoption. So we surmise that on Friday her new trustees must have put her in the yard and gone off to work. And Miss Escape Artist must have had enough with her new landlords and hopped the fence looking for a way back home.
And here we are…six weeks later…we are like a pup with two peters…just loving life.
So lessons learned: leashes; micro chips; tattoos and determination in finding your dog…a family member…that our daughter Olivia calls “Sister”. And having good people like Robin Siegel who care enough to just help a strange family and their dog reunite. We offered Robin the reward money…she graciously refused. We will be making a donation to the Humane Society in Robin’s name.
WOOF
Brandon, Andi, Olivia and Brooklyn
Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/robinsiegel/4461566886
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Mia, pitbull or mix
Volunteers reunite man, missing dog
Posted: Mar 09, 2010 11:11 PM EST
NASHVILLE, Tenn. - Thanks to the help of volunteers, a 10-week-old puppy missing since last month has been reunited with her owner.
Mia has lost almost 20 pounds since she went missing. She is bruised and badly scraped, but is home.
Mia went missing on February 25 after falling out of a dog trailer driven by her trainer.
"He heard it, looked in his rear view mirror, saw it was open immediately pulled over to the side and saw she was gone," owner Greg Taylor recalled.
Mia's ride began on Arno Road in Williamson County and her trainer discovered her missing on Briley Parkway in Nashville. It was a lot of ground to cover.
"We started that Thursday night, we spent all night long," Taylor continued. "We covered every inch of the path."
Taylor told News 2 he didn't sleep for days. He made fliers, sent emails and with the help of volunteers, spent days searching.
Volunteers Judy Johnson and Lana Russell didn't give up and were still searching Tuesday afternoon.
Just as they were about to give up, the women decided to retrace the route where Mia was lost one more time.
It paid off. Mia was found near a fence along Briley Parkway between Clarksville Pike and White's Creek Pike.
After a quick phone call to Turner, who was just minutes away, man and best friend were reunited.
Taylor told News 2 he never lost faith that he would find Mia, adding, "I was determined that we would find her with God's help, and we did. He gave us a miracle. He gave us a miracle of people like [Johnson and Russell]."
(Johnson and Russell give their accounts of what happened here.)
Source: http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=12113887
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Posted: Mar 09, 2010 11:11 PM EST
NASHVILLE, Tenn. - Thanks to the help of volunteers, a 10-week-old puppy missing since last month has been reunited with her owner.
Mia has lost almost 20 pounds since she went missing. She is bruised and badly scraped, but is home.
Mia went missing on February 25 after falling out of a dog trailer driven by her trainer.
"He heard it, looked in his rear view mirror, saw it was open immediately pulled over to the side and saw she was gone," owner Greg Taylor recalled.
Mia's ride began on Arno Road in Williamson County and her trainer discovered her missing on Briley Parkway in Nashville. It was a lot of ground to cover.
"We started that Thursday night, we spent all night long," Taylor continued. "We covered every inch of the path."
Taylor told News 2 he didn't sleep for days. He made fliers, sent emails and with the help of volunteers, spent days searching.
Volunteers Judy Johnson and Lana Russell didn't give up and were still searching Tuesday afternoon.
Just as they were about to give up, the women decided to retrace the route where Mia was lost one more time.
It paid off. Mia was found near a fence along Briley Parkway between Clarksville Pike and White's Creek Pike.
After a quick phone call to Turner, who was just minutes away, man and best friend were reunited.
Taylor told News 2 he never lost faith that he would find Mia, adding, "I was determined that we would find her with God's help, and we did. He gave us a miracle. He gave us a miracle of people like [Johnson and Russell]."
(Johnson and Russell give their accounts of what happened here.)
Source: http://www.wkrn.com/Global/story.asp?S=12113887
Printer-friendly version here and video here
Monday, May 17, 2010
Biscuit, sharpei mix
Lost dog search incredible
By Linda Wilson Fuoco, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Saturday, August 15, 2009
The sad face of a Chinese Shar-Pei/beagle mix named Biscuit adorned more than 1,500 "lost" fliers distributed in Brookline last month. After two weeks the dog's owners replaced them with fliers announcing that their dog was back home, thanks to the efforts of so many people whom they wish to thank.
On the "found" flier the yellowish-tan dog with the wrinkled forehead has that happy, open-mouth look that dog lovers describe as "smiling."
When a beloved pet goes missing "you just cannot describe the stress," said Joe Cawley, one of her owners.
He and his wife, Lori, along with friends and relatives, spent countless hours looking for her. But they didn't stop there.
They called three animal control agencies to report her missing and made regular call-backs to see if she had turned up. They repeatedly called local shelters, including the Western Pennsylvania Humane Society where Joy Kealy coordinates "lost and found" postings at www.wpahumane.com.
The Cawleys printed and distributed 1,500 fliers, and Brookline volunteers passed out several hundred more.
"We got at least 100 telephone calls, and we followed up on every lead," Mr. Cawley said. "Some called to express their concern. Some said their children were sleeping with Biscuit's picture. Many called to report where they had spotted Biscuit, and we'd immediately drive over there, but we never saw her."
Several people "dropped everything to look for our dog," Mr. Cawley said. "I can't believe there are people like that."
Biscuit ran from everyone who tried to help her.
Biscuit was a little puppy when the Cawleys adopted her four years ago from a Fayette County shelter. She is loving and affectionate with Joe, Lori, their 8-year-old daughter and 6-year-old son. Biscuit is shy around strangers.
There was another problem. Biscuit wasn't lost in her own neighborhood. A family friend in Brookline was pet sitting, several miles away from the Cawley residence. Biscuit is not shy with the friend and had stayed there before, but for some reason on this visit "she squeezed through the front gate and took off," Mr. Cawley said.
On Aug. 1, the Cawley family was scheduled to go to the Delaware beach for one week. They had paid a nonrefundable rental fee but just couldn't leave while Biscuit was out there. They stayed home to continue the search.
"By Aug. 4, I thought our chances of finding her were slim," Mr. Cawley said. "And the kids were upset so we thought it would be good to get them away from home. It was a tough family decision but we decided to take half of our vacation."
They went to the beach on Aug. 4.
On Aug. 6, Joan Benson saw a tannish yellow dog in the alley behind her Brookline home. She put out hot dogs and called the cell phone number on the flier. Joe Cawley picked up the call at the beach and called a Brookline volunteer who had been dog-searching every day.
When the volunteer got to Mrs. Benson's house, the dog bolted. The volunteer ran after her, waving a leash and collar. Two blocks later she was flagged down by Madeline Huff and her grandson, Zachary, 11.
"I told her there was a tan dog lying in the bushes, and Zachary was sure it was Biscuit," Mrs. Huff said. The volunteer handed them the collar and leash and Mrs. Huff caught Biscuit-- just two blocks away from the pet sitter's house.
Mrs. Cawley's parents, Kenneth and Dianne Awenowicz, picked up Biscuit and took her to the Cawleys' house. Mrs. Cawley flew home that night and took Biscuit to the veterinarian the next day. The 45-pound dog was fine, although she had lost seven pounds.
Mrs. Cawley flew back to the beach on Aug. 7, while her parents stayed with Biscuit. The Cawley family came home on Aug. 9.
"It was a fantastic, happy reunion," Mr. Cawley said. "Biscuit went berserk. She usually is not vocal, but she was yelping and crying. It was very dramatic. The children are very happy."
As a detective with the Allegheny County Police Department, "I arrest a lot of bad guys," said Mr. Cawley, asking that the names of his children and the town they live in be left out of this column.
Joe and Lori Cawley appreciate the kindness of the many strangers who helped find Biscuit, and they hope the steps they took can be used by other people when pets go missing.
Some of the Brookline residents who searched for Biscuit are members of local e-mail lists -- TrackAPet-Pittsburgh and PghDogs. Both post information about lost pets. Go to http://groups.yahoo.com to learn more or to join.
Source: http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09227/990921-62.stm
By Linda Wilson Fuoco, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Biscuit, a sharpei mix, was reunited with the Cawley family after slipping out of his sitter's house in Brookline while the Cawley's were on vacation.
The sad face of a Chinese Shar-Pei/beagle mix named Biscuit adorned more than 1,500 "lost" fliers distributed in Brookline last month. After two weeks the dog's owners replaced them with fliers announcing that their dog was back home, thanks to the efforts of so many people whom they wish to thank.
On the "found" flier the yellowish-tan dog with the wrinkled forehead has that happy, open-mouth look that dog lovers describe as "smiling."
When a beloved pet goes missing "you just cannot describe the stress," said Joe Cawley, one of her owners.
He and his wife, Lori, along with friends and relatives, spent countless hours looking for her. But they didn't stop there.
They called three animal control agencies to report her missing and made regular call-backs to see if she had turned up. They repeatedly called local shelters, including the Western Pennsylvania Humane Society where Joy Kealy coordinates "lost and found" postings at www.wpahumane.com.
The Cawleys printed and distributed 1,500 fliers, and Brookline volunteers passed out several hundred more.
"We got at least 100 telephone calls, and we followed up on every lead," Mr. Cawley said. "Some called to express their concern. Some said their children were sleeping with Biscuit's picture. Many called to report where they had spotted Biscuit, and we'd immediately drive over there, but we never saw her."
Several people "dropped everything to look for our dog," Mr. Cawley said. "I can't believe there are people like that."
Biscuit ran from everyone who tried to help her.
Biscuit was a little puppy when the Cawleys adopted her four years ago from a Fayette County shelter. She is loving and affectionate with Joe, Lori, their 8-year-old daughter and 6-year-old son. Biscuit is shy around strangers.
There was another problem. Biscuit wasn't lost in her own neighborhood. A family friend in Brookline was pet sitting, several miles away from the Cawley residence. Biscuit is not shy with the friend and had stayed there before, but for some reason on this visit "she squeezed through the front gate and took off," Mr. Cawley said.
On Aug. 1, the Cawley family was scheduled to go to the Delaware beach for one week. They had paid a nonrefundable rental fee but just couldn't leave while Biscuit was out there. They stayed home to continue the search.
"By Aug. 4, I thought our chances of finding her were slim," Mr. Cawley said. "And the kids were upset so we thought it would be good to get them away from home. It was a tough family decision but we decided to take half of our vacation."
They went to the beach on Aug. 4.
On Aug. 6, Joan Benson saw a tannish yellow dog in the alley behind her Brookline home. She put out hot dogs and called the cell phone number on the flier. Joe Cawley picked up the call at the beach and called a Brookline volunteer who had been dog-searching every day.
When the volunteer got to Mrs. Benson's house, the dog bolted. The volunteer ran after her, waving a leash and collar. Two blocks later she was flagged down by Madeline Huff and her grandson, Zachary, 11.
"I told her there was a tan dog lying in the bushes, and Zachary was sure it was Biscuit," Mrs. Huff said. The volunteer handed them the collar and leash and Mrs. Huff caught Biscuit-- just two blocks away from the pet sitter's house.
Mrs. Cawley's parents, Kenneth and Dianne Awenowicz, picked up Biscuit and took her to the Cawleys' house. Mrs. Cawley flew home that night and took Biscuit to the veterinarian the next day. The 45-pound dog was fine, although she had lost seven pounds.
Mrs. Cawley flew back to the beach on Aug. 7, while her parents stayed with Biscuit. The Cawley family came home on Aug. 9.
"It was a fantastic, happy reunion," Mr. Cawley said. "Biscuit went berserk. She usually is not vocal, but she was yelping and crying. It was very dramatic. The children are very happy."
As a detective with the Allegheny County Police Department, "I arrest a lot of bad guys," said Mr. Cawley, asking that the names of his children and the town they live in be left out of this column.
Joe and Lori Cawley appreciate the kindness of the many strangers who helped find Biscuit, and they hope the steps they took can be used by other people when pets go missing.
Some of the Brookline residents who searched for Biscuit are members of local e-mail lists -- TrackAPet-Pittsburgh and PghDogs. Both post information about lost pets. Go to http://groups.yahoo.com to learn more or to join.
Source: http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/09227/990921-62.stm
Friday, April 9, 2010
Copper, yellow dog
An Accident in Washington Leads to a Happy Ending
Volunteers from a local organization make an amazing rescue!
By Jennifer Ray; posted by Brandi Bennett, Best Friends Network
September 30, 2008 : 4:06 PM
On September 16, 2008 Andrea, Chad and their dog Copper was driving down an old forest road when an animal, possibly an elk stepped out in front of the car. Andrea did what her father always told her not to do, she swerved. She instantly knew her mistake and told Chad, "hang on, we're going over".
What they didn't realize until daylight was that "over" meant a 150 foot cliff. After what seemed like eternity the jeep finally came to a rest upside down. Andrea was unconscious and covered in blood, the windows were blown out and Copper was missing.
Chad woke Andrea and got her out of the seatbelt, they climbed back up to the road. Chad went down 4 times looking for Copper, he found nothing.
They sat on the service road and built a fire for the night waiting for daybreak. Again Chad went down and looked for Copper and found nothing.
They ended up hiking home as no one stopped to help them. Later at the hospital they discovered that Andrea had 2 broken vertebrae, gashes in her head and 2 lesions on her brain. Chad had 3 cracked ribs. All they could think of was to get out so they could get back to looking for Copper. Copper was after all, their child.
The next day a car club got together and spent four hours pulling up the wreckage from the gully below. No one saw or heard Copper. They brought squeaky toys and called for him days after the accident. Still nothing.
They posted on several sites, hung flyers and even posted on Craigslist four days after the accident. Someone saw the posting and forwarded to a group called Wags to Riches Animal Rescue and Sanctuary in Union Gap, Washington. They had been involved in an eerily similar rescue after a rollover car accident not 30 days before. They found that dog after ten days. It was alive.
Wags contacted Andrea and told her, "Have hope, we will find him".
Four volunteers set out on Sunday, 5 days after the accident. They were told that because no one had seen or heard the dog that this could be a body recovery. But they needed to do it, for the family, so they would have closure and could begin to heal.
Bob Chism, Kim and Chris Wertenberger and Jennifer Ray spread out and went over the cliff to the gully. They methodically started to comb the area. The girls went together and the men went on the outer corners. The brush was so thick that a machete had to be used to make a path. At the bottom of the gully was a small creek. The girls jumped over the creek and went up and around to walk on the other side. One yelled out "Copper". A few minutes later they heard barking. Mama Bear came out and they threw all caution to the wind as they ran and wildly scraped at the branches and brush trying to get to the dog. All the while yelling "It's okay baby we're coming. Good boy Copper!"
When they got to him, he had made a little nest for himself right by the creek. When they realized he was not going to let them put a leash on him they sat down beside him and spoke soothingly to him. Bob drove down to where Andrea and Chad were staying to tell them Copper was found but they needed someone to come and call him to motivate him. In the meantime Chris cut a path through the brush for Copper to go through.
The look on Copper's face when he heard his momma yelling his name! His ears flew back, he barked in reply and stood up to come out of the hiding place.
After a bit of confusion, a lot of encouragement and praise, Copper made it up that cliff to his waiting parents. Everyone was crying and hugging. Copper was alive and well.
Standing on that cliff side, looking down, it's hard to believe that all three made it out alive. The love and devotion of a dog, a family's hope and a group's determination had reunited them again.
Copper, on the day he was found.
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Volunteers from a local organization make an amazing rescue!
By Jennifer Ray; posted by Brandi Bennett, Best Friends Network
September 30, 2008 : 4:06 PM
On September 16, 2008 Andrea, Chad and their dog Copper was driving down an old forest road when an animal, possibly an elk stepped out in front of the car. Andrea did what her father always told her not to do, she swerved. She instantly knew her mistake and told Chad, "hang on, we're going over".
What they didn't realize until daylight was that "over" meant a 150 foot cliff. After what seemed like eternity the jeep finally came to a rest upside down. Andrea was unconscious and covered in blood, the windows were blown out and Copper was missing.
Chad woke Andrea and got her out of the seatbelt, they climbed back up to the road. Chad went down 4 times looking for Copper, he found nothing.
They sat on the service road and built a fire for the night waiting for daybreak. Again Chad went down and looked for Copper and found nothing.
They ended up hiking home as no one stopped to help them. Later at the hospital they discovered that Andrea had 2 broken vertebrae, gashes in her head and 2 lesions on her brain. Chad had 3 cracked ribs. All they could think of was to get out so they could get back to looking for Copper. Copper was after all, their child.
The next day a car club got together and spent four hours pulling up the wreckage from the gully below. No one saw or heard Copper. They brought squeaky toys and called for him days after the accident. Still nothing.
They posted on several sites, hung flyers and even posted on Craigslist four days after the accident. Someone saw the posting and forwarded to a group called Wags to Riches Animal Rescue and Sanctuary in Union Gap, Washington. They had been involved in an eerily similar rescue after a rollover car accident not 30 days before. They found that dog after ten days. It was alive.
Wags contacted Andrea and told her, "Have hope, we will find him".
Four volunteers set out on Sunday, 5 days after the accident. They were told that because no one had seen or heard the dog that this could be a body recovery. But they needed to do it, for the family, so they would have closure and could begin to heal.
Bob Chism, Kim and Chris Wertenberger and Jennifer Ray spread out and went over the cliff to the gully. They methodically started to comb the area. The girls went together and the men went on the outer corners. The brush was so thick that a machete had to be used to make a path. At the bottom of the gully was a small creek. The girls jumped over the creek and went up and around to walk on the other side. One yelled out "Copper". A few minutes later they heard barking. Mama Bear came out and they threw all caution to the wind as they ran and wildly scraped at the branches and brush trying to get to the dog. All the while yelling "It's okay baby we're coming. Good boy Copper!"
When they got to him, he had made a little nest for himself right by the creek. When they realized he was not going to let them put a leash on him they sat down beside him and spoke soothingly to him. Bob drove down to where Andrea and Chad were staying to tell them Copper was found but they needed someone to come and call him to motivate him. In the meantime Chris cut a path through the brush for Copper to go through.
The look on Copper's face when he heard his momma yelling his name! His ears flew back, he barked in reply and stood up to come out of the hiding place.
After a bit of confusion, a lot of encouragement and praise, Copper made it up that cliff to his waiting parents. Everyone was crying and hugging. Copper was alive and well.
Standing on that cliff side, looking down, it's hard to believe that all three made it out alive. The love and devotion of a dog, a family's hope and a group's determination had reunited them again.
Copper
Copper, on the day he was found.
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Monday, April 5, 2010
Tilly, terrier-looking mix
Happily Ever After
Elissa
August 15, 2009
Has your heart ever dropped so fast, you were too shocked and jolted to even cry?
This is Tilly. She is… indescribable. She is solid sunshine. She is warm, real comfort… friendship, beauty, and unfiltered goodness. She is the neediest, sweetest, most skittery dog I have ever met. She is family and I have loved her like family from the moment my dad brought her home, a pound puppy of unidentifiable breed, ten years ago.
I found out at work, a few hours before my lunch break. The heat wave in Seattle has been replaced by a pouring of rain, real rain – dark skies and fat drops that fall like bullets. We think something must have happened to Tilly as a puppy, something awful, because she is frightened by the strangest things… the sound of ripping paper, fireplaces, motionless soccer balls… Rain is one of her more ordinary fears. And in the torrent of rain on Wednesday night, Tilly vanished.
At first, I was so worried I could hardly keep working. But deep down, I felt certain that Tilly would come back. Dad was looking for her, and she was smart enough to know her way around the neighborhood. But the whole day passed. Dad spent hours calling her name, not even eating. He put up hundreds of posters and received two calls, both false alarms, not Tilly but unfamiliar dogs roaming the neighborhood. His calls and texts grew more and more hopeless, and as his outlook deteriorated, so did mine.
I’ve seen lost dog posters before. Everyone has. You look into the dog’s eyes a moment, read the phone number, tell yourself that you’ll keep an eye out. “Poor thing,” I always think. “His owners must be so worried.” But unless your own dog has ever gone missing, without a collar or chip or source of identification, it’s impossible to understand how worried you really can become. How guilty and pessimistic.
I imagined Tilly slinking, still frightened, in dark alleys and shady neighborhoods. I imagined her streaking through the rain between speeding grey cars, barely avoiding them. I couldn’t bear to imagine her hit by a car. I thought about Tilly injured, scared more horribly than she’d ever been in her entire life and never so alone. It was physical pain to want to hold her and I tried to remember the last time I’d hugged her, whispered to her.
Suddenly, for no reason at all, I thought about an image that I’d always wanted to photograph. After dinner, we always clear the table and mom washes the dishes, humming. Tilly stands at her side, ears perked, tail wagging like a metronome, waiting for the moment when a scrap might accidentally fall. I love the way Tilly looks at that moment and every time I think to myself, “I ought to get a photo.” But I never do. Driving back home, as I realized I might never get that photo, I started to cry for the first time.
It was late, maybe 9 PM, when I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from my dad – “I have Tilly!!!!!” And the relief was so overwhelming that I sat down and nearly cried again because I was so happy.
When I saw Tilly again, I just wanted to hold her and never, ever let go, to make sure she was really there and really just fine. Tilly seemed to know too that she was the luckiest dog in the world, because she had been rescued by the nicest people.
We don’t know what happened to Tilly the whole night, but at one point she was seen by a family driving by in the rain. They said Tilly looked terrified (understatement) and “out of place.” Amazingly, they decided to turn around, go back, pull over and pick her up. I mean, I am a compassionate dog person, and I wouldn’t have done that for a strange dog.
Tilly was so freaked out and distrusting that she turned and ran. They chased her into an open garage, where she tried to claw through cement to escape. They scooped her up and took her home. They even gave her a bath, so that when I hugged her for the first time, she smelled good. They were planning to take her to the shelter the next day when they saw one of my dad’s posters. And just like that, it was a happily ever after, after all.
I’d wanted to make dog treats for a while. In fact, I’d thought about blogging them so I’d have an excuse to show you my dogs Tilly and Otis. But I never did, and it might have never happened. But with Tilly in my lap, I knew today would be the end of stalling. The first thing I’d do was make some yummy dog biscuits and the second thing I’d do was bake a killer cake for the family who took care of Tilly.
Source: http://17andbaking.com/2009/08/15/happily-ever-after/
Elissa
August 15, 2009
Has your heart ever dropped so fast, you were too shocked and jolted to even cry?
This is Tilly. She is… indescribable. She is solid sunshine. She is warm, real comfort… friendship, beauty, and unfiltered goodness. She is the neediest, sweetest, most skittery dog I have ever met. She is family and I have loved her like family from the moment my dad brought her home, a pound puppy of unidentifiable breed, ten years ago.
At first, I was so worried I could hardly keep working. But deep down, I felt certain that Tilly would come back. Dad was looking for her, and she was smart enough to know her way around the neighborhood. But the whole day passed. Dad spent hours calling her name, not even eating. He put up hundreds of posters and received two calls, both false alarms, not Tilly but unfamiliar dogs roaming the neighborhood. His calls and texts grew more and more hopeless, and as his outlook deteriorated, so did mine.
I’ve seen lost dog posters before. Everyone has. You look into the dog’s eyes a moment, read the phone number, tell yourself that you’ll keep an eye out. “Poor thing,” I always think. “His owners must be so worried.” But unless your own dog has ever gone missing, without a collar or chip or source of identification, it’s impossible to understand how worried you really can become. How guilty and pessimistic.
I imagined Tilly slinking, still frightened, in dark alleys and shady neighborhoods. I imagined her streaking through the rain between speeding grey cars, barely avoiding them. I couldn’t bear to imagine her hit by a car. I thought about Tilly injured, scared more horribly than she’d ever been in her entire life and never so alone. It was physical pain to want to hold her and I tried to remember the last time I’d hugged her, whispered to her.
Suddenly, for no reason at all, I thought about an image that I’d always wanted to photograph. After dinner, we always clear the table and mom washes the dishes, humming. Tilly stands at her side, ears perked, tail wagging like a metronome, waiting for the moment when a scrap might accidentally fall. I love the way Tilly looks at that moment and every time I think to myself, “I ought to get a photo.” But I never do. Driving back home, as I realized I might never get that photo, I started to cry for the first time.
It was late, maybe 9 PM, when I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from my dad – “I have Tilly!!!!!” And the relief was so overwhelming that I sat down and nearly cried again because I was so happy.
When I saw Tilly again, I just wanted to hold her and never, ever let go, to make sure she was really there and really just fine. Tilly seemed to know too that she was the luckiest dog in the world, because she had been rescued by the nicest people.
We don’t know what happened to Tilly the whole night, but at one point she was seen by a family driving by in the rain. They said Tilly looked terrified (understatement) and “out of place.” Amazingly, they decided to turn around, go back, pull over and pick her up. I mean, I am a compassionate dog person, and I wouldn’t have done that for a strange dog.
Tilly was so freaked out and distrusting that she turned and ran. They chased her into an open garage, where she tried to claw through cement to escape. They scooped her up and took her home. They even gave her a bath, so that when I hugged her for the first time, she smelled good. They were planning to take her to the shelter the next day when they saw one of my dad’s posters. And just like that, it was a happily ever after, after all.
I’d wanted to make dog treats for a while. In fact, I’d thought about blogging them so I’d have an excuse to show you my dogs Tilly and Otis. But I never did, and it might have never happened. But with Tilly in my lap, I knew today would be the end of stalling. The first thing I’d do was make some yummy dog biscuits and the second thing I’d do was bake a killer cake for the family who took care of Tilly.
Source: http://17andbaking.com/2009/08/15/happily-ever-after/
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Bobby, yorkie
Stolen dog back home in Ypsilanti Township
By Judy McGovern, the Ann Arbor News
October 03, 2007, 6:09PM
Bobby is back.
The 17-year-old Yorkshire terrier, snatched from owner Bill Hardy's yard in Ypsilanti Township Saturday, was rescued by two women who took the dog to an Ypsilanti veterinarian's office Wednesday morning.
"He knew me when I picked him up," Hardy said. "He gave me a kiss."
The 6-pound dog, which has one rear leg that drags and is missing teeth, didn't have any obvious injuries from his ordeal, Hardy said. But Hardy said he planned to take Bobby to the veterinarian for a check-up.
"He seems to be a little bit shook up," Hardy said.
The two women who rescued Bobby saw him being tossed back and forth between two young people who were walking on the street, Hardy said. But Hardy said he had not yet talked to the women and didn't know where they found his dog.
Hardy said he was told the women ordered the young people to give them the dog or they would call police. They took Bobby to the veterinarian's office, where someone called Hardy.
Bobby went missing Saturday during a garage sale at Hardy's home on McCarthy Street. He said he believes three teenage boys were involved, and one of the boys distracted Hardy by asking about a lamp while the other two took the dog.
Based on a statement from one of the boys, they may have believed the dog was valuable, Hardy said.
Hardy said he would like to pursue criminal prosecution if he can find out who took his dog. But for now, he's just glad to have Bobby back.
"He's my best friend," Hardy said.
Source: http://blog.mlive.com/annarbornews/2007/10/stolen_dog_back_home.html
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By Judy McGovern, the Ann Arbor News
October 03, 2007, 6:09PM
Bobby is back.
The 17-year-old Yorkshire terrier, snatched from owner Bill Hardy's yard in Ypsilanti Township Saturday, was rescued by two women who took the dog to an Ypsilanti veterinarian's office Wednesday morning.
"He knew me when I picked him up," Hardy said. "He gave me a kiss."
Marian and William Hardy of Ypsilanti Township were reunited with Bobby, their 17-year-old Yorkshire terrier.
The 6-pound dog, which has one rear leg that drags and is missing teeth, didn't have any obvious injuries from his ordeal, Hardy said. But Hardy said he planned to take Bobby to the veterinarian for a check-up.
"He seems to be a little bit shook up," Hardy said.
The two women who rescued Bobby saw him being tossed back and forth between two young people who were walking on the street, Hardy said. But Hardy said he had not yet talked to the women and didn't know where they found his dog.
Hardy said he was told the women ordered the young people to give them the dog or they would call police. They took Bobby to the veterinarian's office, where someone called Hardy.
Bobby went missing Saturday during a garage sale at Hardy's home on McCarthy Street. He said he believes three teenage boys were involved, and one of the boys distracted Hardy by asking about a lamp while the other two took the dog.
Based on a statement from one of the boys, they may have believed the dog was valuable, Hardy said.
Hardy said he would like to pursue criminal prosecution if he can find out who took his dog. But for now, he's just glad to have Bobby back.
"He's my best friend," Hardy said.
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Bailey, light brown dog
Lost dog tale has a happy ending
Cindy Wolff, Scripps Howard News Service
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
MEMPHIS — For 20 days the light brown dog with a black nose and sweet eyes hid in the mud, weeds and under runways at Memphis International Airport, running from the deafening sounds of jet engines.
She was found on New Year’s Day by Pam Bell, a woman who scoured muddy fields two or three times a day for three weeks searching for the dog named Bailey.
The starving dog was caught in a steel cage trap baited with fried chicken.
Bailey came to Memphis on Dec. 12 on a flight from Seattle. Her owners Chris and Laura Pierce shipped the Great Dane mix to stay with Chris’s stepfather and mother Richard and Lelia Ripley. Lelia said a Northwest employee wanted to see Bailey and opened the door to her crate. The dog bolted across the runway and disappeared.
Bell heard about Bailey and decided to help in the search.
Bell woke up on New Year’s Day morning and heard a dog had been found.
There was Bailey in the cage, skinny, scared and muddy.
Bell took pictures and e-mailed them to the Pierces.
Chris said that Bailey knows how to sit and do a high-five.
Bell squatted down and asked Bailey to sit.
“Give me a high-five.”
The dog’s paw went into the air and touched Bell’s hand.
The e-mail arrived.
“That’s her. That’s her. That’s her,” Chris said. “Look how skinny she is. Oh man. That’s Bailey. No question about it. My wife is crying. We’re all crying. This is a great way to start the New Year.”
Bell will foster Bailey for a few days until Richard Ripley recovers from knee surgery that is scheduled this week.
Source: http://www.gosanangelo.com/news/2007/jan/03/lost-dog-tale-has-happy-ending/
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Cindy Wolff, Scripps Howard News Service
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
MEMPHIS — For 20 days the light brown dog with a black nose and sweet eyes hid in the mud, weeds and under runways at Memphis International Airport, running from the deafening sounds of jet engines.
She was found on New Year’s Day by Pam Bell, a woman who scoured muddy fields two or three times a day for three weeks searching for the dog named Bailey.
The starving dog was caught in a steel cage trap baited with fried chicken.
Bailey came to Memphis on Dec. 12 on a flight from Seattle. Her owners Chris and Laura Pierce shipped the Great Dane mix to stay with Chris’s stepfather and mother Richard and Lelia Ripley. Lelia said a Northwest employee wanted to see Bailey and opened the door to her crate. The dog bolted across the runway and disappeared.
Bell heard about Bailey and decided to help in the search.
Bell woke up on New Year’s Day morning and heard a dog had been found.
There was Bailey in the cage, skinny, scared and muddy.
Bell took pictures and e-mailed them to the Pierces.
Chris said that Bailey knows how to sit and do a high-five.
Bell squatted down and asked Bailey to sit.
“Give me a high-five.”
The dog’s paw went into the air and touched Bell’s hand.
The e-mail arrived.
“That’s her. That’s her. That’s her,” Chris said. “Look how skinny she is. Oh man. That’s Bailey. No question about it. My wife is crying. We’re all crying. This is a great way to start the New Year.”
Bell will foster Bailey for a few days until Richard Ripley recovers from knee surgery that is scheduled this week.
Source: http://www.gosanangelo.com/news/2007/jan/03/lost-dog-tale-has-happy-ending/
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Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sammie & Maddie, terriers
Widower finds family dogs after wife's fatal crash
Joshua Wolfson, Star-Tribune staff writer
Friday, June 5, 2009
The tow truck drove off at 2 a.m., leaving him alone in the empty prairie where his wife had died hours before.
Greg Wong could hear her voice in his head. Find those dogs. Find Sammie and Maddie.
"What are they going to do?" he thought. "They are out in the wild and they are such tiny dogs."
The trooper had called him with the news three hours earlier. Susan Wong had died when her Isuzu Rodeo rolled along Wyoming Highway 487. Her sport utility vehicle rolled three times along the road, then fell into a deep ravine.
During the phone call, the trooper mentioned someone had spotted a dog running down the highway after the crash.
Greg Wong realized that at least one of the two dogs his wife had been traveling with might still be alive. Within a half hour, he had showered, brewed a pot of coffee and began the drive from his Laramie home to the crash site 40 miles south of Casper.
When he arrived, he met the tow truck operators who had just pulled his wife's Rodeo out of the ravine. After they left, he began to search.
"I guess a lot of it didn't soak in," he said. "I knew that is where my wife died, but you get to that point where you almost turn into a zombie. You are afraid to start thinking about it too much because emotionally you can't handle it. I kept focusing on 'you have to find those dogs.' In a way, I was thinking my last connection to my wife was those dogs."
He slowly drove the highway, using a portable spotlight to search the area. When that didn't work, he got out of his car, and walked through the night.
He found no sign of the animals.
Susan Wong was just a few hours from home when the crash occurred. She had been driving back from Butte, Mont. and had her terriers, Sammie and Maddie, along for the trip.
At about 7:30 p.m. on May 30, while traveling south on Highway 487, she slammed on the brakes and steered to the left, causing the rollover. Investigators still don't know why she made the sudden maneuver.
Greg Wong had spoken to his wife an hour before the crash. When she failed to arrive, the 49-year-old purchasing agent called the Wyoming Highway Patrol. After an excruciating wait, a trooper called back and told him what had happened.
"I guess words can't describe it," said Wong, who'd been married to his wife for nearly 11 years. "You are not sure what to do. The cold hard reality is there is nothing you can do."
What am I going to do now? he thought. Almost immediately he had an answer.
Susan Wong had loved animals, and always kept dogs and cats as pets. He had to find Sammie and Maddie. Now.
When he arrived at the crash site, the animals were nowhere to be found. He came across debris from the crash, but no sign of either animal. Sometime early that morning, he drove home.
Wong didn't give up. He returned to the crash site the next day, taking with him Tony Munari, a friend who served as best man at the Wongs' wedding. He also brought along the dogs' toys.
He walked up and down the highway, calling for his pets and squeaking their toys.
He believed the dogs were still alive. Their remains hadn't been found inside the Rodeo or around the crash site. Still, he couldn't find any trace of the animals.
There was plenty of reason to be worried. The area is full of coyotes and rattlesnakes and the terriers didn't have experience fending for themselves.
Wong got his first break when he stopped at a rest area four miles from the crash site and met a foreman for a highway maintenance crew.
The foreman volunteered to search the area himself. His wife also went to the site and left cheeseburgers, in case the pets needed something to eat.
Wong's next break came Monday when someone at the animal shelter in Laramie suggested he call Cold Nose Investigators, a professional dog service whose canines search for cadavers, missing people and lost pets.
By that afternoon, he had met up with the Cathy and Curt Orde, the couple behind Cold Nose Investigators. They brought with them Zoe, a golden retriever whose owner gave her up after Hurricane Katrina.
Zoe might look like a typical family pet, but she has received special training to focus on a specific scent and track it to its source.
After getting a whiff of the terriers' bed, she immediately picked up a their trail near the crash site.
Zoe and Cathy Orde led the way. It had just rained, and thick mud and the rugged terrain hindered their progress. Still, the golden retriever stayed on the scent and led the group on a two and 1/2 mile trek.
" I trust Zoe's nose," Cathy Orde said. "This is what she's been trained for. She doesn't deviate from that scent. She stays on task."
They began to come across signs of the tiny terriers. First they saw dog tracks, then dog excrement. They also saw evidence the terriers had bedded down in the grass.
The party made a large loop away from the highway, then back again. They traveled under a culvert, through a ravine and then back onto the highway.
It was starting to get dark, so they began to set up a kennel near the crash site with food, bedding and clothes with the Wongs' scents.
"We are just getting ready to finish up and all of the sudden, my little Cairn Terrier pops her head up from just around the side of a bush," Wong said.
It was Maddie.
Wong felt elated. The dog appeared to be fine, save for irritated paws. The group figured Sammie was nearby, so they started the search again.
His trail led to a dry creek bed and the party couldn't find a safe way down. They decided to call it quits for the night.
The next day, they received some good news. Two women had spotted Sammie in the area. Wong and the Ordes returned to the area and began searching again.
Zoe picked up the trail at the spot where Sammie was last seen. The scent led back to the crash site, then to a ravine and through a culvert. Suddenly, Zoe made a quick turn to the left and stuck her nose into a hole in the side of a drainage.
Sammie appeared to be inside.
"We suspected he was in there," Wong said. "But he wouldn't come out."
The group decided to set up a trap near the crash site and baited it with food and other items. Then they left for the night.
The next morning, Cathy Orde received a call from the foreman. He had found a dog in the trap.
For the fifth consecutive day, Wong left Laramie and headed north. When he reached the foreman's shop, he went inside and found his missing terrier happy and healthy.
"It was just the most amazing thing," Wong said. "Once Sammie saw me, he came running to the front of the cage and started licking my finger."
Sammie, a Yorkshire terrier, is usually reserved around strangers.
"But that day, he loved everybody," Wong said. "Everybody was his friend."
After a few days at home, Sammie was running around as if nothing had ever happened. Maddie, in contrast, seemed more reserved than she had been. Maybe she was mulling over what happened to her mother, Wong speculated.
Finding the dogs, he said, offered him some comfort as he mourned his wife. It allowed the emotions surrounding her death to soak in, rather than knock him over as if he had run into a brick wall.
"It made my wife's death a little easier to take," he said. "I didn't have to bear it all at once. I had a mission."
Source: http://www.trib.com/news/local/article_7e893288-b4a0-5503-8b06-2470600d4ea4.html
Joshua Wolfson, Star-Tribune staff writer
Friday, June 5, 2009
Zoe, right, a golden retriever trained to search for missing pets, helped to find Sammie, left, and Maddie, center, after they disappeared following their owner's fatal car crash.
The tow truck drove off at 2 a.m., leaving him alone in the empty prairie where his wife had died hours before.
Greg Wong could hear her voice in his head. Find those dogs. Find Sammie and Maddie.
"What are they going to do?" he thought. "They are out in the wild and they are such tiny dogs."
The trooper had called him with the news three hours earlier. Susan Wong had died when her Isuzu Rodeo rolled along Wyoming Highway 487. Her sport utility vehicle rolled three times along the road, then fell into a deep ravine.
During the phone call, the trooper mentioned someone had spotted a dog running down the highway after the crash.
Greg Wong realized that at least one of the two dogs his wife had been traveling with might still be alive. Within a half hour, he had showered, brewed a pot of coffee and began the drive from his Laramie home to the crash site 40 miles south of Casper.
When he arrived, he met the tow truck operators who had just pulled his wife's Rodeo out of the ravine. After they left, he began to search.
"I guess a lot of it didn't soak in," he said. "I knew that is where my wife died, but you get to that point where you almost turn into a zombie. You are afraid to start thinking about it too much because emotionally you can't handle it. I kept focusing on 'you have to find those dogs.' In a way, I was thinking my last connection to my wife was those dogs."
He slowly drove the highway, using a portable spotlight to search the area. When that didn't work, he got out of his car, and walked through the night.
He found no sign of the animals.
Susan Wong was just a few hours from home when the crash occurred. She had been driving back from Butte, Mont. and had her terriers, Sammie and Maddie, along for the trip.
At about 7:30 p.m. on May 30, while traveling south on Highway 487, she slammed on the brakes and steered to the left, causing the rollover. Investigators still don't know why she made the sudden maneuver.
Greg Wong had spoken to his wife an hour before the crash. When she failed to arrive, the 49-year-old purchasing agent called the Wyoming Highway Patrol. After an excruciating wait, a trooper called back and told him what had happened.
"I guess words can't describe it," said Wong, who'd been married to his wife for nearly 11 years. "You are not sure what to do. The cold hard reality is there is nothing you can do."
What am I going to do now? he thought. Almost immediately he had an answer.
Susan Wong had loved animals, and always kept dogs and cats as pets. He had to find Sammie and Maddie. Now.
When he arrived at the crash site, the animals were nowhere to be found. He came across debris from the crash, but no sign of either animal. Sometime early that morning, he drove home.
Wong didn't give up. He returned to the crash site the next day, taking with him Tony Munari, a friend who served as best man at the Wongs' wedding. He also brought along the dogs' toys.
He walked up and down the highway, calling for his pets and squeaking their toys.
He believed the dogs were still alive. Their remains hadn't been found inside the Rodeo or around the crash site. Still, he couldn't find any trace of the animals.
There was plenty of reason to be worried. The area is full of coyotes and rattlesnakes and the terriers didn't have experience fending for themselves.
Wong got his first break when he stopped at a rest area four miles from the crash site and met a foreman for a highway maintenance crew.
The foreman volunteered to search the area himself. His wife also went to the site and left cheeseburgers, in case the pets needed something to eat.
Wong's next break came Monday when someone at the animal shelter in Laramie suggested he call Cold Nose Investigators, a professional dog service whose canines search for cadavers, missing people and lost pets.
By that afternoon, he had met up with the Cathy and Curt Orde, the couple behind Cold Nose Investigators. They brought with them Zoe, a golden retriever whose owner gave her up after Hurricane Katrina.
Zoe might look like a typical family pet, but she has received special training to focus on a specific scent and track it to its source.
After getting a whiff of the terriers' bed, she immediately picked up a their trail near the crash site.
Zoe and Cathy Orde led the way. It had just rained, and thick mud and the rugged terrain hindered their progress. Still, the golden retriever stayed on the scent and led the group on a two and 1/2 mile trek.
" I trust Zoe's nose," Cathy Orde said. "This is what she's been trained for. She doesn't deviate from that scent. She stays on task."
They began to come across signs of the tiny terriers. First they saw dog tracks, then dog excrement. They also saw evidence the terriers had bedded down in the grass.
The party made a large loop away from the highway, then back again. They traveled under a culvert, through a ravine and then back onto the highway.
It was starting to get dark, so they began to set up a kennel near the crash site with food, bedding and clothes with the Wongs' scents.
"We are just getting ready to finish up and all of the sudden, my little Cairn Terrier pops her head up from just around the side of a bush," Wong said.
It was Maddie.
Wong felt elated. The dog appeared to be fine, save for irritated paws. The group figured Sammie was nearby, so they started the search again.
His trail led to a dry creek bed and the party couldn't find a safe way down. They decided to call it quits for the night.
The next day, they received some good news. Two women had spotted Sammie in the area. Wong and the Ordes returned to the area and began searching again.
Zoe picked up the trail at the spot where Sammie was last seen. The scent led back to the crash site, then to a ravine and through a culvert. Suddenly, Zoe made a quick turn to the left and stuck her nose into a hole in the side of a drainage.
Sammie appeared to be inside.
"We suspected he was in there," Wong said. "But he wouldn't come out."
The group decided to set up a trap near the crash site and baited it with food and other items. Then they left for the night.
The next morning, Cathy Orde received a call from the foreman. He had found a dog in the trap.
For the fifth consecutive day, Wong left Laramie and headed north. When he reached the foreman's shop, he went inside and found his missing terrier happy and healthy.
"It was just the most amazing thing," Wong said. "Once Sammie saw me, he came running to the front of the cage and started licking my finger."
Sammie, a Yorkshire terrier, is usually reserved around strangers.
"But that day, he loved everybody," Wong said. "Everybody was his friend."
After a few days at home, Sammie was running around as if nothing had ever happened. Maddie, in contrast, seemed more reserved than she had been. Maybe she was mulling over what happened to her mother, Wong speculated.
Finding the dogs, he said, offered him some comfort as he mourned his wife. It allowed the emotions surrounding her death to soak in, rather than knock him over as if he had run into a brick wall.
"It made my wife's death a little easier to take," he said. "I didn't have to bear it all at once. I had a mission."
Source: http://www.trib.com/news/local/article_7e893288-b4a0-5503-8b06-2470600d4ea4.html
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Knight, sheltie
Knight's Story
Penny Sanderbeck
January 2001
As she approaches the garage she looks up and sees the filthy, matted black dog. He senses the intruder’s presence and slumps to the ground as he scurries to hide under the bumper of the closest car. She quickly stoops and gently calls his name, “Knight.” His whole body freezes at that moment. He stops in mid motion. What was it that he heard? There. There it is again. “Knight.” His head slowly turns to look at these two intruders. Could it be? He looks from one to the other. He recognizes no one. Yet, they seem so familiar.
He turns and makes eye contact with them, looking from one to the other. There’s something there. He feels a strong sense of familiarity, gentleness and security. She gently reaches out to pet him, softly cooing to him. She takes the right ear in her hand and checks it. But, really there was no need. She already knew. She knew the moment she had seen him. She sensed it. It was Knight. There was no doubt. After four long, torturous months, the hunt was finally over. Knight was right there in front of her…
The date was August 26, 2000. Veronica Dowling (HiDow’s Shelties) of Brown City, MI, with the belief that Knight would be happier decided to place Knight with a couple from Columbus, OH. In the earlier hours of August 27, they arrived back home with their new four legged family member. Throwing caution to the wind and ignoring all instructions, the leash was removed and Knight darted away. Suddenly, less than eight hours after arriving, Knight found himself on his own and in unfamiliar territory.
Sheltie enthusiasts from all over the world monitored the events of the following days through the posts that the adopters made to the sheltie list on the internet. Sharon Brown, a local sheltie rescue volunteer, quickly came to the aid of the adopters. Signs were put up, flyers handed out, and a humane trap set near the last sighting.
The next four months became a flurry of activity. In early September, I had some free time so I drove the area (45 minutes from my home) hoping to see him. Once I reported on the internet my disappointment in not finding any signs and only one flyer, I found myself in the mix of things. I got more involved than I had ever intended. But, never having done this before, I had no idea what to do or where to start.
This is when Darla Duffey from Jacksonville (FL) Sheltie Rescue came to our aid. Not only did she actually come to Columbus on three different occasions to physically help with the search, but she stayed in constant contact with us via our cell phones when she couldn’t be here. She was a wealth of knowledge and encouragement.
With the adopters bowing out of the search, we needed help. That help arrived twice from West Virginia Sheltie Rescue (JoAnn Jones) and Precious Secrets Sheltie Rescue (Pam Linder) out of Cincinnati, OH. Because we kept the sheltie list constantly update on our progress, we were able to also get help from listers in Troy, OH and Chicago, IL. Veronica and her two sons came to town in early October during one of Darla’s visits to lend a hand as well. We also gained valuable help from other breed rescues (Irish Setter, Collie, Greyhound and German Shepherd Dog) and Columbus Dog Connection in Columbus.
We used my cell number and I fielded the calls. Sharon ran the calls between her pet-sitting business obligations. Lenette Carter made all the pertinent calls to the Police, Dog Wardens, etc. on a weekly basis. My husband volunteered to check the shelter for us every other day. With Darla giving us direction, and all of us hanging signs and handing out flyers, our basic system was in place.
The followers from the sheltie list on the internet were instrumental in providing us with ideas to try in our search as well as encouragement. We rejected no reasonable suggestion. I think we tried everything from walking a bitch in heat (Knight was not neutered) to consulting with animal communicators. But you know it never ceased to amaze us that when we would be feeling our worst and our hopes would be waning, someone from that list would send a nice email filled with encouraging words. They always seemed to know just when we needed it the most.
It wasn’t long before we were living the Knight search. It easily took over our lives. We felt the effects of our all out effort in our personal lives which caused even more pressure and stress. Husbands got angry, friends and children were ignored, pets were neglected, and employment was jeopardized. But, we kept going. Something, we were never quite sure what exactly, kept us searching. Knight needed us. We were his only hope. Our hearts told us that much? After considerable thought and discussion, we raised the reward to $1000.00. Peace of mind would be well worth that much!
There is no way possible that we could possibly explain all the calls and the emotions that we went through. A friend told me later that we could compare what we had been through and the aftermath to a soldier returning from war. She was right. It truly was a war against time, mother nature, man and machines.
The emotional roller coaster that we had put ourselves on isn’t something we’d wish on anybody. With each and every call that came in, our spirits and hopes would soar only to be quickly dashed when it didn’t turn out to be Knight. The tears and frustration were plenty and wearing on us. But, something kept driving us to continue. We just couldn’t give up…
With each new sighting came a whole new area that we needed to get the word out to. That meant more and more posters were hung, flyers passed out, and traps moved and reset. There was a lot of work involved. But, we did it without question. We just had to get the word out. Luckily, we had people from that sheltie list making flyers and mailing them to us. Darla made us some more signs and mailed them from Florida. What a help this was! We were armed and ready for the next sighting.
Some local “lost and found” volunteers were able to get our story in the newspaper as well as on television and radio. Thanks to a local benefactor (who quickly became our friend), we were able to access as many traps as we needed as well. Thanks to her, we had six of them set by the end of October.
Because of our high reward and the media coverage we quickly became the talk of the town. This increased interest meant the phone rang more often with each and every dog sighting that even remotely looked like Knight. Don’t worry, we didn’t abandoned those poor creatures. By the end of December, we would have helped 29 other dogs of all breeds (eight shelties). Some went to rescue, some were reunited with their owners, and some were placed in new, loving homes.
Before we knew it, we were in the midst of winter and Christmas was just around the corner. The phone rang much less often now. Mother nature wasn’t being kind. As the temperatures dropped, so did our hopes. But, our concern increased.
Then on Christmas Eve, the phone actually rang again. It was the “one” call that we had been waiting on. I sat in disbelief as this lady told me about a black sheltie that had been hanging around her fiancee’s home for several weeks. She didn’t think it was our boy, but she invited me to come out after Christmas to look for myself. Boy was that a long two day wait!
I invited Sharon to go with me. We arrived earlier than planned, but we just couldn’t wait any longer! And, what we found brought such a rush of emotions and relief that it’s indescribable. There, tied to an old Jaguar was our boy! What a sight! We knew instantly that it was Knight. Of course, we called Darla immediately who then called Veronica. This was truly a Christmas to remember!!!
The date was December 26, 2000, exactly four months since Knight first came to Columbus. Even though we had never seen him before, we were able to positively identify him because the tip of his right ear was missing. Besides, our hearts verified what our eyes were seeing. We paid the reward and without hesitation loaded him into my car and headed for the groomer, then to the vet’s office.
After about three days, his system was finally able to adjust back to regular food and feeding schedules. He quickly made himself at home with my furkids. He was found to be heartworm positive and is currently being treated for that condition.
On January 14, 2001, Knight was reunited with Veronica. He is now happily residing with her and her family in Michigan. He has become quite comfortable sleeping with her son William and lounging on the couch. I do have to admit that was a very long drive home that day. Even with Darla on the phone, I cried all the way.
The Knight Recovery Team consisted of not only those of us that were directly involved but all those people that followed our plight on the sheltie list. We couldn’t have accomplished our goal without their suggestions, encouragement and monetary donations. There was no way this feat could have ever been accomplished by any one person. It was truly a “team” effort like no other.
To fully understand what made this search so special, one has to understand that all these people (local and long distance) had never even met each other before. Yet, something made us all come together for the good of this one dog. And, no matter how hard I try, I could never, ever find the proper words to describe the significance of this story or what it meant to so many. We are still marveling on how and why this “saga” touched the lives of so many. I don’t think we will ever fully comprehend it.
None of us will ever be the same. This search brought out something in all of us that we never knew existed. The pure determination and perseverance that the recovery team demonstrated for a dog that wasn’t even their’s gave new meaning to “Never Give Up”. We hadn’t realized it, but those three words had become our motto and driving force.
The wealth of knowledge, understanding, cooperation and personal growth gained from this experience is immeasurable. And, the friendships that we walked away from it with are truly priceless.
Knight was our 30th recovery in four months. His legacy will live through our continued rescue and recovery efforts (and your’s) to help other lost and abandoned dogs. As part of that legacy, a “Knight’s Sheltie Searchers” has been set up and can be accessed on the internet at http://www.fortunecity.com/skyscraper/adaptec/1848/index_m.htm.
Although we hope you never, ever need it, this list ensures that if you should ever find yourself in a similar situation that you, too, will have the opportunity to have a “team” beside you. Thank you Karen Fitchett for setting it up.
It is true that I will never, ever be able to find to words to adequately thank all of you for your support both financially and emotionally during this time. It's hard to find such good people.
Not any one of us could have done this single handedly...that much we agreed on. Darla was the knowledge and the conductor for us. We would have had to give up early in the search if it hadn't been for her and her knowledge. She was so willing to do whatever it took and there was no way you could even think of giving any less than your very best.
Those of us that were truly on the front lines of this search could not have done it without those "behind the scenes" people. From the followers on the sheltie list that sent suggestions, encouragement and financial support, to the friends, husbands, children and employers who all gave their support in many other ways, it truly was a "team" effort.
It may have gotten rough or testy at times, but I know of one very special dog that is quite thankful that we were able to pull it all together and make it work.
Source: http://www.centralohiosheltierescue.org/index_files/Page2243.htm
Penny Sanderbeck
January 2001
As she approaches the garage she looks up and sees the filthy, matted black dog. He senses the intruder’s presence and slumps to the ground as he scurries to hide under the bumper of the closest car. She quickly stoops and gently calls his name, “Knight.” His whole body freezes at that moment. He stops in mid motion. What was it that he heard? There. There it is again. “Knight.” His head slowly turns to look at these two intruders. Could it be? He looks from one to the other. He recognizes no one. Yet, they seem so familiar.
He turns and makes eye contact with them, looking from one to the other. There’s something there. He feels a strong sense of familiarity, gentleness and security. She gently reaches out to pet him, softly cooing to him. She takes the right ear in her hand and checks it. But, really there was no need. She already knew. She knew the moment she had seen him. She sensed it. It was Knight. There was no doubt. After four long, torturous months, the hunt was finally over. Knight was right there in front of her…
The date was August 26, 2000. Veronica Dowling (HiDow’s Shelties) of Brown City, MI, with the belief that Knight would be happier decided to place Knight with a couple from Columbus, OH. In the earlier hours of August 27, they arrived back home with their new four legged family member. Throwing caution to the wind and ignoring all instructions, the leash was removed and Knight darted away. Suddenly, less than eight hours after arriving, Knight found himself on his own and in unfamiliar territory.
Sheltie enthusiasts from all over the world monitored the events of the following days through the posts that the adopters made to the sheltie list on the internet. Sharon Brown, a local sheltie rescue volunteer, quickly came to the aid of the adopters. Signs were put up, flyers handed out, and a humane trap set near the last sighting.
The next four months became a flurry of activity. In early September, I had some free time so I drove the area (45 minutes from my home) hoping to see him. Once I reported on the internet my disappointment in not finding any signs and only one flyer, I found myself in the mix of things. I got more involved than I had ever intended. But, never having done this before, I had no idea what to do or where to start.
This is when Darla Duffey from Jacksonville (FL) Sheltie Rescue came to our aid. Not only did she actually come to Columbus on three different occasions to physically help with the search, but she stayed in constant contact with us via our cell phones when she couldn’t be here. She was a wealth of knowledge and encouragement.
With the adopters bowing out of the search, we needed help. That help arrived twice from West Virginia Sheltie Rescue (JoAnn Jones) and Precious Secrets Sheltie Rescue (Pam Linder) out of Cincinnati, OH. Because we kept the sheltie list constantly update on our progress, we were able to also get help from listers in Troy, OH and Chicago, IL. Veronica and her two sons came to town in early October during one of Darla’s visits to lend a hand as well. We also gained valuable help from other breed rescues (Irish Setter, Collie, Greyhound and German Shepherd Dog) and Columbus Dog Connection in Columbus.
We used my cell number and I fielded the calls. Sharon ran the calls between her pet-sitting business obligations. Lenette Carter made all the pertinent calls to the Police, Dog Wardens, etc. on a weekly basis. My husband volunteered to check the shelter for us every other day. With Darla giving us direction, and all of us hanging signs and handing out flyers, our basic system was in place.
The followers from the sheltie list on the internet were instrumental in providing us with ideas to try in our search as well as encouragement. We rejected no reasonable suggestion. I think we tried everything from walking a bitch in heat (Knight was not neutered) to consulting with animal communicators. But you know it never ceased to amaze us that when we would be feeling our worst and our hopes would be waning, someone from that list would send a nice email filled with encouraging words. They always seemed to know just when we needed it the most.
It wasn’t long before we were living the Knight search. It easily took over our lives. We felt the effects of our all out effort in our personal lives which caused even more pressure and stress. Husbands got angry, friends and children were ignored, pets were neglected, and employment was jeopardized. But, we kept going. Something, we were never quite sure what exactly, kept us searching. Knight needed us. We were his only hope. Our hearts told us that much? After considerable thought and discussion, we raised the reward to $1000.00. Peace of mind would be well worth that much!
There is no way possible that we could possibly explain all the calls and the emotions that we went through. A friend told me later that we could compare what we had been through and the aftermath to a soldier returning from war. She was right. It truly was a war against time, mother nature, man and machines.
The emotional roller coaster that we had put ourselves on isn’t something we’d wish on anybody. With each and every call that came in, our spirits and hopes would soar only to be quickly dashed when it didn’t turn out to be Knight. The tears and frustration were plenty and wearing on us. But, something kept driving us to continue. We just couldn’t give up…
With each new sighting came a whole new area that we needed to get the word out to. That meant more and more posters were hung, flyers passed out, and traps moved and reset. There was a lot of work involved. But, we did it without question. We just had to get the word out. Luckily, we had people from that sheltie list making flyers and mailing them to us. Darla made us some more signs and mailed them from Florida. What a help this was! We were armed and ready for the next sighting.
Some local “lost and found” volunteers were able to get our story in the newspaper as well as on television and radio. Thanks to a local benefactor (who quickly became our friend), we were able to access as many traps as we needed as well. Thanks to her, we had six of them set by the end of October.
Because of our high reward and the media coverage we quickly became the talk of the town. This increased interest meant the phone rang more often with each and every dog sighting that even remotely looked like Knight. Don’t worry, we didn’t abandoned those poor creatures. By the end of December, we would have helped 29 other dogs of all breeds (eight shelties). Some went to rescue, some were reunited with their owners, and some were placed in new, loving homes.
Before we knew it, we were in the midst of winter and Christmas was just around the corner. The phone rang much less often now. Mother nature wasn’t being kind. As the temperatures dropped, so did our hopes. But, our concern increased.
Then on Christmas Eve, the phone actually rang again. It was the “one” call that we had been waiting on. I sat in disbelief as this lady told me about a black sheltie that had been hanging around her fiancee’s home for several weeks. She didn’t think it was our boy, but she invited me to come out after Christmas to look for myself. Boy was that a long two day wait!
I invited Sharon to go with me. We arrived earlier than planned, but we just couldn’t wait any longer! And, what we found brought such a rush of emotions and relief that it’s indescribable. There, tied to an old Jaguar was our boy! What a sight! We knew instantly that it was Knight. Of course, we called Darla immediately who then called Veronica. This was truly a Christmas to remember!!!
The date was December 26, 2000, exactly four months since Knight first came to Columbus. Even though we had never seen him before, we were able to positively identify him because the tip of his right ear was missing. Besides, our hearts verified what our eyes were seeing. We paid the reward and without hesitation loaded him into my car and headed for the groomer, then to the vet’s office.
After about three days, his system was finally able to adjust back to regular food and feeding schedules. He quickly made himself at home with my furkids. He was found to be heartworm positive and is currently being treated for that condition.
On January 14, 2001, Knight was reunited with Veronica. He is now happily residing with her and her family in Michigan. He has become quite comfortable sleeping with her son William and lounging on the couch. I do have to admit that was a very long drive home that day. Even with Darla on the phone, I cried all the way.
The Knight Recovery Team consisted of not only those of us that were directly involved but all those people that followed our plight on the sheltie list. We couldn’t have accomplished our goal without their suggestions, encouragement and monetary donations. There was no way this feat could have ever been accomplished by any one person. It was truly a “team” effort like no other.
To fully understand what made this search so special, one has to understand that all these people (local and long distance) had never even met each other before. Yet, something made us all come together for the good of this one dog. And, no matter how hard I try, I could never, ever find the proper words to describe the significance of this story or what it meant to so many. We are still marveling on how and why this “saga” touched the lives of so many. I don’t think we will ever fully comprehend it.
None of us will ever be the same. This search brought out something in all of us that we never knew existed. The pure determination and perseverance that the recovery team demonstrated for a dog that wasn’t even their’s gave new meaning to “Never Give Up”. We hadn’t realized it, but those three words had become our motto and driving force.
The wealth of knowledge, understanding, cooperation and personal growth gained from this experience is immeasurable. And, the friendships that we walked away from it with are truly priceless.
Knight was our 30th recovery in four months. His legacy will live through our continued rescue and recovery efforts (and your’s) to help other lost and abandoned dogs. As part of that legacy, a “Knight’s Sheltie Searchers” has been set up and can be accessed on the internet at http://www.fortunecity.com/skyscraper/adaptec/1848/index_m.htm.
Although we hope you never, ever need it, this list ensures that if you should ever find yourself in a similar situation that you, too, will have the opportunity to have a “team” beside you. Thank you Karen Fitchett for setting it up.
It is true that I will never, ever be able to find to words to adequately thank all of you for your support both financially and emotionally during this time. It's hard to find such good people.
Not any one of us could have done this single handedly...that much we agreed on. Darla was the knowledge and the conductor for us. We would have had to give up early in the search if it hadn't been for her and her knowledge. She was so willing to do whatever it took and there was no way you could even think of giving any less than your very best.
Those of us that were truly on the front lines of this search could not have done it without those "behind the scenes" people. From the followers on the sheltie list that sent suggestions, encouragement and financial support, to the friends, husbands, children and employers who all gave their support in many other ways, it truly was a "team" effort.
It may have gotten rough or testy at times, but I know of one very special dog that is quite thankful that we were able to pull it all together and make it work.
Source: http://www.centralohiosheltierescue.org/index_files/Page2243.htm
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Frances, yellow lab
Lost and found: Seeing-eye dog reunited with owner
By Jenna Buzzacco-Foerster
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
NAPLES — She knew the Old Naples neighborhood inside and out.
Edith Kling, a local author and retired social worker, sits in her living room in Old Naples with her service dog, Frances, on Tuesday, January 5, 2010. Frances disappeared over the weekend after being spooked by New Year's celebrations and fireworks. Word spread of the runaway dog through family, friends, neighbors and local business owners. Kling and her dog were reunited after someone picked Frances up and took her to a local animal shelter. "She is so much a part of me," said Kling about her 8-year-old yellow lab. "The way the community came together was unbelievable."
But when the first firework burst on New Year’s Eve, Frances — an 8-year-old seeing-eye dog — bolted off the porch of her home near the Naples Pier, leaving her owner for days.
“I’ve had guide dogs for the last 28 years (and) to not have my guide dog in my left hand, it’s like my left hand is missing,” said 80-year-old Edith Kling, Frances’ owner. “It was getting really, really terrible minute by minute. You have no idea, when you’re blind, the attachment you have for your dog. It was just terrible.”
Four days and hundreds of e-mails later, Kling and Frances were reunited this week, after someone located the 8-year-old yellow Labrador at Collier County Domestic Animal Services.
“I have never seen such an outpouring of kindness and concern,” said Stephen Kling, Edith Kling’s son. “The entire town rose up to find the dog.”
A Sunday morning e-mail to a perfect stranger may have something to do with the community response.
Around 10:45 a.m. Sunday, Stephen Kling sent an e-mail to Naples resident Paul Frey asking for help. In his e-mail, Stephen Kling said Frey’s name popped up when he searched for dogs and Naples on the Internet.
“I thought you might be able to help put out the word to other Naples dog people,” Stephen Kling wrote. “My mother’s seeing eye dog bolted during the fireworks on New Year’s Eve in Old Naples and is still missing.”
Two hours later, Frey — who has played an active role in trying to create an off-leash dog park in Naples — sent an e-mail blast to the more than 100 people he has on his e-mail list.
Those e-mails were then forwarded to friends, and suddenly, Stephen Kling said, his mother was getting bombarded with help in hopes of finding Frances.
“I can’t believe how this community got together,” Edith Kling said. “It was the most unbelievable of the goodness and kindness coming out of people’s hearts.”
All that goodness paid off: Edith Kling said she received word on Monday that Frances was at Collier County Domestic Animal Services.
Amanda Townsend, director of DAS, said Frances came in Thursday night after an officer found her in Old Naples. While they scanned the microchip implanted in Frances, the number that kept coming up was for the guide dog school in New York.
Calls to the school went unanswered, Townsend said, because of the holiday weekend.
“The trail had gone cold (for the officer) there,” she said.
Townsend said she returned to work Monday to find an e-mail — with an animal identification number — about a dog listed on the Web site. That dog, she said, turned out to be Frances.
“It was fabulous,” she said. “It was really exciting. You could tell that Mrs. Kling was so relieved. It was fabulous to see.”
Edith Kling may have been excited to see Frances, but Frances may not have necessarily felt the same way.
“I was feeling indescribably happy,” she said. “She ignored us. She was punishing us.”
Edith Kling said everything was back by normal Monday night, and she appreciated all of the support from the community.
“It was the most amazing (instance) of people coming together and of people helping,” she said. “I have no words to say how they helped me.”
Source: http://www.naplesnews.com/news/2010/jan/05/lost-and-found-seeing-eye-dog-reunites-naples-owne
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Friday, January 15, 2010
Luna, American bulldog
Deaf Dog Returns Home Nine Days After Escaping Hospital
by Michelle Toglia
Jan 14th 2010 @ 1:00PM
Luna, a deaf American bulldog mix, was found and returned to her owners in good health after she escaped her boarding pen at Shaker Veterinary Hospital in Latham, N.Y. on January 2, reports Omidog.com.
When the rescue dog ran away, Ralph and Shelley Rataul feared the worst for the family pet. Shelley posted an $800 reward, which consisted of their money, donations and a contribution from the Veterinary hospital, reports Albany's Times Union.
The 4-year-old dog was found when a couple discovered her in their backyard and recognized her from a story that appeared in the Times Union the previous week. They called the hospital after the frightened dog refused to go into their house.
The couple who found Luna refused both the money and recognition for their good deed. They said they'd like the reward to go to charity instead.
Rataul told the Times Union that half of the money will be donated to the ASPCA and the other half to the Mohawk Hudson Humane Society in the name of the couple who found Luna.
While it took a while for Luna to recognize Rataul when he came to the couple's backyard, once she realized it was him, the pooch leaped into the arms of her joyful owner.
"She's not an outdoors dog, not a hunting dog, but some instinctual stuff must have kicked in," Rataul told the Times Union about his dog's survival. Vets said Luna lost about 12 pounds during her nine-day flee.
Luna's escape didn't just affect her worried family. When word got around town that Luna disappeared from the hospital, 200 volunteers devoted their lunch breaks and after work hours to searching for her in woods, parks and even via Facebook.
Dee Deen's Tavern, a nearby eatery, left prime rib outside when they heard about the missing dog, reports the Times Union.
Security footage in the hospital revealed that Luna pushed open her crate and made it past three doors. Ken Wolfe, assistant director of the hospital told the Times Union it was the first time a dog has ever walked out the hospital door before. Wolfe says the hospital has now changed their locks.
As for Luna, the wandering dog will now sport her very own dog GPS.
Source: http://www.pawnation.com/2010/01/14/deaf-dog-returns-home-nine-days-after-escaping-hospital/?ncid=webmaildl3
by Michelle Toglia
Jan 14th 2010 @ 1:00PM
Luna, a deaf American bulldog mix, was found and returned to her owners in good health after she escaped her boarding pen at Shaker Veterinary Hospital in Latham, N.Y. on January 2, reports Omidog.com.
When the rescue dog ran away, Ralph and Shelley Rataul feared the worst for the family pet. Shelley posted an $800 reward, which consisted of their money, donations and a contribution from the Veterinary hospital, reports Albany's Times Union.
The 4-year-old dog was found when a couple discovered her in their backyard and recognized her from a story that appeared in the Times Union the previous week. They called the hospital after the frightened dog refused to go into their house.
The couple who found Luna refused both the money and recognition for their good deed. They said they'd like the reward to go to charity instead.
Rataul told the Times Union that half of the money will be donated to the ASPCA and the other half to the Mohawk Hudson Humane Society in the name of the couple who found Luna.
While it took a while for Luna to recognize Rataul when he came to the couple's backyard, once she realized it was him, the pooch leaped into the arms of her joyful owner.
"She's not an outdoors dog, not a hunting dog, but some instinctual stuff must have kicked in," Rataul told the Times Union about his dog's survival. Vets said Luna lost about 12 pounds during her nine-day flee.
Luna's escape didn't just affect her worried family. When word got around town that Luna disappeared from the hospital, 200 volunteers devoted their lunch breaks and after work hours to searching for her in woods, parks and even via Facebook.
Dee Deen's Tavern, a nearby eatery, left prime rib outside when they heard about the missing dog, reports the Times Union.
Security footage in the hospital revealed that Luna pushed open her crate and made it past three doors. Ken Wolfe, assistant director of the hospital told the Times Union it was the first time a dog has ever walked out the hospital door before. Wolfe says the hospital has now changed their locks.
As for Luna, the wandering dog will now sport her very own dog GPS.
Source: http://www.pawnation.com/2010/01/14/deaf-dog-returns-home-nine-days-after-escaping-hospital/?ncid=webmaildl3
Friday, January 8, 2010
Cinnamon, 16 years old
Family dog found after being lost for a month
By Tom Weber, Post-Bulletin
Sun, Jan 3, 2010 PB Online
Rochester MN Rue and Rob Wiegand left for a Christmas trip to Wisconsin with heavy hearts. Their beloved 16-year-old dog, Cinnamon, had wandered away from their southeast Rochester home Nov. 29, and despite 1,500 fliers, newspaper ads and the help of Safehaven and Rochester Rescue, the dog could not be found.
"I still had a glimmer of hope, but we had pretty much decided that at her age and with such horrid weather conditions, there was no way she could have survived," Rue recalled.
This Christmas story, however, would have a happy ending. On Christmas night, Zelda and Tom Berg, neighbors of the Wiegands, heard a wimpering outside their house. At first, Zelda thought it was a cat. The Bergs went outside with a flashlight and traced the sound to a window well. There, half-buried in mud and snow, was Cinnamon.
"I knew it was her right away," Zelda said. "I knew the color. She was shivering and she was filthy, but it was her."
The Bergs wrapped Cinnamon in a coat and brought her into their warm house. Then Zelda got on the phone to make a Christmas wish come true for the Wiegands.
"I called and told them 'I've got a Christmas surprise for you. I've found your dog, and she's alive,'" she said.
Because of treacherous roads, the Wiegands were not able to start for home until the next day. Meanwhile, another friend took Cinnamon to the Emergency Veterinary Service in Rochester. The dog's weight had dropped from 61 pounds to 36 pounds, and x-rays detected rocks and a nail in Cinnamon's stomach. She would need immediate intervention with a feeding tube and IV fluids to survive.
The Wiegands got back to Rochester that evening to find Cinnamon extremely weak and unresponsive. However, her condition began to gradually improve, and after spending most of Dec. 28 at the office of her regular vet, Dr. Peter Hoffman, Cinnamon was ready to come home.
"Everyday she's getting stronger," Rue said. "She's more steady on her feet. For an old dog, she's got a lot of determination."
But this isn't just a dog story. As far as the Wiegands are concerned, people are a big part of Cinnamon's rescue. "I've had so many strangers call me out of the blue," Rue said. Volunteers organized by Rochester Rescue have raised $1,500 to help pay Cinnamon's veterinary bills.
"We never expected anything like that," Rue said. "Who would have thought people could be so wonderful?"
Apparently one lost dog thought enough of her own wonderful people to finally find her way home.
Source: http://www.postbulletin.com/newsmanager/templates/localnews_story.asp?z=2&a=432057
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By Tom Weber, Post-Bulletin
Sun, Jan 3, 2010 PB Online
Rochester MN Rue and Rob Wiegand left for a Christmas trip to Wisconsin with heavy hearts. Their beloved 16-year-old dog, Cinnamon, had wandered away from their southeast Rochester home Nov. 29, and despite 1,500 fliers, newspaper ads and the help of Safehaven and Rochester Rescue, the dog could not be found.
"I still had a glimmer of hope, but we had pretty much decided that at her age and with such horrid weather conditions, there was no way she could have survived," Rue recalled.
This Christmas story, however, would have a happy ending. On Christmas night, Zelda and Tom Berg, neighbors of the Wiegands, heard a wimpering outside their house. At first, Zelda thought it was a cat. The Bergs went outside with a flashlight and traced the sound to a window well. There, half-buried in mud and snow, was Cinnamon.
"I knew it was her right away," Zelda said. "I knew the color. She was shivering and she was filthy, but it was her."
The Bergs wrapped Cinnamon in a coat and brought her into their warm house. Then Zelda got on the phone to make a Christmas wish come true for the Wiegands.
"I called and told them 'I've got a Christmas surprise for you. I've found your dog, and she's alive,'" she said.
Rue Wiegand pets her 16-year-old dog Cinnamon Saturday at her Rochester home. Cinnamon is recovering after she went missing November 29 and was found by a neighbor on Christmas day.
Because of treacherous roads, the Wiegands were not able to start for home until the next day. Meanwhile, another friend took Cinnamon to the Emergency Veterinary Service in Rochester. The dog's weight had dropped from 61 pounds to 36 pounds, and x-rays detected rocks and a nail in Cinnamon's stomach. She would need immediate intervention with a feeding tube and IV fluids to survive.
The Wiegands got back to Rochester that evening to find Cinnamon extremely weak and unresponsive. However, her condition began to gradually improve, and after spending most of Dec. 28 at the office of her regular vet, Dr. Peter Hoffman, Cinnamon was ready to come home.
"Everyday she's getting stronger," Rue said. "She's more steady on her feet. For an old dog, she's got a lot of determination."
But this isn't just a dog story. As far as the Wiegands are concerned, people are a big part of Cinnamon's rescue. "I've had so many strangers call me out of the blue," Rue said. Volunteers organized by Rochester Rescue have raised $1,500 to help pay Cinnamon's veterinary bills.
"We never expected anything like that," Rue said. "Who would have thought people could be so wonderful?"
Apparently one lost dog thought enough of her own wonderful people to finally find her way home.
Source: http://www.postbulletin.com/newsmanager/templates/localnews_story.asp?z=2&a=432057
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
Ben, Australian Shepherd
This story involves a wonderful organization called the Animal Media Foundation, whose mission is to facilitate collaborations between the entertainment industry and animal welfare organizations. Members of the organization stepped in to help find this dog,
McCallum: The Power Of Community
Monday, 12/28/09 7:55am on Commentary Series
By Mary McCallum
When she recently volunteered to find a frightend dog on the run, commentator Mary McCallum was reminded that the spirit of community is still strong in Vermont.
(MCCALLUM) At the end of November a reminder about the power of community in Vermont arrived on four feet - or you might say paws. A young Australian Shepherd had been adopted by a Vermont family through an Aussie rescue group in Pennsylvania. Ben was in Vermont less than 48 hours when the family's horse frightened him and he fled, terrified. He dragged with him the metal screw stake, still attached to his nylon lead, which was fastened to the collar that his new owner had just tightened.
The two year-old pup, who had come from a suburban environment, ran for the hills into a strange new landscape. In 24 hours, a volunteer from Vermont's own Aussie rescue organization began a one-man search & rescue operation in the southeastern part of the state. In a matter of days it swelled to eighteen volunteers. With the speed of email, word spread swiftly among animal advocates, Aussie lovers, humane societies and rescue groups. The possibilty that this dog might be wrapped around a tree with a leash and stake attached to him created an urgency that got boots on the ground.
Flyers with a photo of a smiling tri-colored Aussie were posted widely, a local weekly put him on the front page with the headline "Please Help Find Ben," and searchers knocked on doors and stopped vehicles in the area asking for sightings.
And sighted he was - a couple saw him eating from a dead turkey on the side of the road ten days after he ran, and another couple 9 miles from his home reported that they had shooed him from their yard one night, unaware that he was a runaway.
A woman from a town near the Canadian border brought down her large bloodhound and put him on the trail after letting him sniff Ben's dogbrush. They trekked over hill and dale for 3 days, tracing the trail of a dog on a frantic search for food and shelter. Twelve days after Ben took flight, the foster mom who had surrendered him, drove from Pennsylvania to Vermont and spent a cold weekend retracing the trail with volunteers. On Day Thirteen, one hour before the first snowstorm of the season hit, she stood in a field at the end of a road where Ben had once been seen, and called his name. And he came, collarless. The reunion was the stuff of movies.
Dogs are lost every day. The lucky ones are reunited with their humans while others suffer hunger, exposure, speeding cars and predators. Ben, who was searched for and finally found by strangers who had never met him or his adoptive family, is what I call The Understory. He is emblematic of The Larger Story, the one about how Vermonters join together when the call for help goes out.
Whether it's combing the woods searching for someone else's dog or showing up to stack wood for a sick neighbor, Vermonters know how important it is to lend a hand when someone needs it, be they neighbor or stranger. That's community, and why so many of us choose to stay.
Source: http://www.vpr.net/episode/47627/
McCallum: The Power Of Community
Monday, 12/28/09 7:55am on Commentary Series
By Mary McCallum
When she recently volunteered to find a frightend dog on the run, commentator Mary McCallum was reminded that the spirit of community is still strong in Vermont.
Ben is flanked by his foster mom Sharon, who came up from Pennsylvantia, and Mary McCallum (VPR commentator). Bloodhound Thurber, who tracked Ben, gets attention from Carol Scafuro of the Animal Media Foundation.
(MCCALLUM) At the end of November a reminder about the power of community in Vermont arrived on four feet - or you might say paws. A young Australian Shepherd had been adopted by a Vermont family through an Aussie rescue group in Pennsylvania. Ben was in Vermont less than 48 hours when the family's horse frightened him and he fled, terrified. He dragged with him the metal screw stake, still attached to his nylon lead, which was fastened to the collar that his new owner had just tightened.
The two year-old pup, who had come from a suburban environment, ran for the hills into a strange new landscape. In 24 hours, a volunteer from Vermont's own Aussie rescue organization began a one-man search & rescue operation in the southeastern part of the state. In a matter of days it swelled to eighteen volunteers. With the speed of email, word spread swiftly among animal advocates, Aussie lovers, humane societies and rescue groups. The possibilty that this dog might be wrapped around a tree with a leash and stake attached to him created an urgency that got boots on the ground.
Flyers with a photo of a smiling tri-colored Aussie were posted widely, a local weekly put him on the front page with the headline "Please Help Find Ben," and searchers knocked on doors and stopped vehicles in the area asking for sightings.
And sighted he was - a couple saw him eating from a dead turkey on the side of the road ten days after he ran, and another couple 9 miles from his home reported that they had shooed him from their yard one night, unaware that he was a runaway.
A woman from a town near the Canadian border brought down her large bloodhound and put him on the trail after letting him sniff Ben's dogbrush. They trekked over hill and dale for 3 days, tracing the trail of a dog on a frantic search for food and shelter. Twelve days after Ben took flight, the foster mom who had surrendered him, drove from Pennsylvania to Vermont and spent a cold weekend retracing the trail with volunteers. On Day Thirteen, one hour before the first snowstorm of the season hit, she stood in a field at the end of a road where Ben had once been seen, and called his name. And he came, collarless. The reunion was the stuff of movies.
Dogs are lost every day. The lucky ones are reunited with their humans while others suffer hunger, exposure, speeding cars and predators. Ben, who was searched for and finally found by strangers who had never met him or his adoptive family, is what I call The Understory. He is emblematic of The Larger Story, the one about how Vermonters join together when the call for help goes out.
Ben and Thurber, the bloodhound that tracked him for several days
Whether it's combing the woods searching for someone else's dog or showing up to stack wood for a sick neighbor, Vermonters know how important it is to lend a hand when someone needs it, be they neighbor or stranger. That's community, and why so many of us choose to stay.
Source: http://www.vpr.net/episode/47627/
Monday, November 30, 2009
Casey, chow shepherd mix
Man Charters Helicopter to Find Pooch
Family that eventually found the dog turned down a $3,000 reward
By Andrew Greiner
Nov 24, 2009
When Shawn DeAmicis' dog went missing, he didn't just walk the streets yelling her name.
Instead, he chartered a helicopter. And contacted a telemarketing service. And offered a $3,000 reward. And was just about have a detective from Nebraska drive to Chicago to track down his 3-year-old Chow/Shepherd mix, Casey.
“I think it should be obvious what she means to me with how much I’ve invested in her search,” DeAmicis said.
But after employing all those high-tech options, it was a simple flier -- made for free, by a woman who didn't even know DeAmicis -- that helped find his best friend.
"She went crazy when she saw me," DeAmicis said. "She was whining with joy for about a half an hour."
The week-long ordeal began last Sunday, when Casey jumped a four-foot fence at DeAmicis's pet sitter's facility in Berwyn. She took off running into the southwest suburbs.
DeAmicis, an options trader who lives in downtown Chicago, received the call about her escape while visiting his cancer-stricken mother in Boston. He was distraught, and so was his other pet dog, Curtis.
“Curtis wouldn’t even eat a piece of cheese the other day,” DeAmicis said. “They’re like brother and sister.”
After ensuring his mom was doing well -- "She told me to go find my dog," DeAmicis said -- he immediately hopped a flight back home.
He contacted a dog-finding service, Findtoto.com, and instructed them to offer a $3,000 reward for Casey's return. The service began making calls and sending emails to 25,000 homes. Total cost: $2,250.
Not satisfied, DeAmicis then chartered a helicopter from Sun Aero Helicopters in Lansing, Illinois, to canvas the area -- to the tune of $500 per hour.
But the flyovers failed to find Casey and DeAmicis, at his wit's end, was about to hire pet detective Karin TarQwyn, from Nebraska, to come to Chicago and track down his pet. TarQwyn charges $125 an hour.
That's when the phone call came.
A bar patron at The Friendly Tap, a watering hole in Berwyn, said he'd seen DeAmicis's missing dog on a flier above the bar. Casey, the man said, was shacking up with an Oak Park family that he knew.
The flier had come courtesy of one Johanna Roth, a stranger to DeAmicis, who had received one of those Findtoto.com cold calls. Using her expertise from working at Press Tech, a local printing company, Roth made some fliers and sent them to DeAmicis. DeAmicis posted the fliers around Berwyn.
“Before I found Casey, the only good part of this story was all the Samaritans that came forward,” DeAmicis said.
After a few phone calls confirmed that it was Casey, DeAmicis went to get her immediately.
Turns out Casey latched on to a Berwyn woman after her escape from the pet sitter's. She followed the woman, whose name is Tosha, for about an hour, but the woman couldn't take Casey -- who she assumed to be a stray home because she already has a dog. Tosha called another family who contacted the Martin family.
The Martins were the people who eventually returned Casey to an exuberant DeAmicis.
When all was said and done, it wasn't the helicopter or the pet detective or the $3,000 reward -- which the Martins declined to accept -- that led to her return.
It started with a phone call, and ended with the largesse of a stranger.
"She's got some blisters on her feet," DeAmicis said of Casey. "But other than that she's in good condition."
As for DiAmicis mom, turns out she's doing well, too. Her latest tests show her tumor has shrunk. DeAmicis, it seems, could get two holiday gifts this year.
Source: http://www.nbcchicago.com/news/local-beat/Money-Is-No-Object-in-Search-For-Missing-Pooch-72612147.html?yhp=1
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Family that eventually found the dog turned down a $3,000 reward
By Andrew Greiner
Nov 24, 2009
When Shawn DeAmicis' dog went missing, he didn't just walk the streets yelling her name.
Instead, he chartered a helicopter. And contacted a telemarketing service. And offered a $3,000 reward. And was just about have a detective from Nebraska drive to Chicago to track down his 3-year-old Chow/Shepherd mix, Casey.
“I think it should be obvious what she means to me with how much I’ve invested in her search,” DeAmicis said.
But after employing all those high-tech options, it was a simple flier -- made for free, by a woman who didn't even know DeAmicis -- that helped find his best friend.
"She went crazy when she saw me," DeAmicis said. "She was whining with joy for about a half an hour."
The week-long ordeal began last Sunday, when Casey jumped a four-foot fence at DeAmicis's pet sitter's facility in Berwyn. She took off running into the southwest suburbs.
DeAmicis, an options trader who lives in downtown Chicago, received the call about her escape while visiting his cancer-stricken mother in Boston. He was distraught, and so was his other pet dog, Curtis.
“Curtis wouldn’t even eat a piece of cheese the other day,” DeAmicis said. “They’re like brother and sister.”
After ensuring his mom was doing well -- "She told me to go find my dog," DeAmicis said -- he immediately hopped a flight back home.
He contacted a dog-finding service, Findtoto.com, and instructed them to offer a $3,000 reward for Casey's return. The service began making calls and sending emails to 25,000 homes. Total cost: $2,250.
Not satisfied, DeAmicis then chartered a helicopter from Sun Aero Helicopters in Lansing, Illinois, to canvas the area -- to the tune of $500 per hour.
But the flyovers failed to find Casey and DeAmicis, at his wit's end, was about to hire pet detective Karin TarQwyn, from Nebraska, to come to Chicago and track down his pet. TarQwyn charges $125 an hour.
That's when the phone call came.
A bar patron at The Friendly Tap, a watering hole in Berwyn, said he'd seen DeAmicis's missing dog on a flier above the bar. Casey, the man said, was shacking up with an Oak Park family that he knew.
The flier had come courtesy of one Johanna Roth, a stranger to DeAmicis, who had received one of those Findtoto.com cold calls. Using her expertise from working at Press Tech, a local printing company, Roth made some fliers and sent them to DeAmicis. DeAmicis posted the fliers around Berwyn.
“Before I found Casey, the only good part of this story was all the Samaritans that came forward,” DeAmicis said.
After a few phone calls confirmed that it was Casey, DeAmicis went to get her immediately.
Turns out Casey latched on to a Berwyn woman after her escape from the pet sitter's. She followed the woman, whose name is Tosha, for about an hour, but the woman couldn't take Casey -- who she assumed to be a stray home because she already has a dog. Tosha called another family who contacted the Martin family.
The Martins were the people who eventually returned Casey to an exuberant DeAmicis.
When all was said and done, it wasn't the helicopter or the pet detective or the $3,000 reward -- which the Martins declined to accept -- that led to her return.
It started with a phone call, and ended with the largesse of a stranger.
"She's got some blisters on her feet," DeAmicis said of Casey. "But other than that she's in good condition."
As for DiAmicis mom, turns out she's doing well, too. Her latest tests show her tumor has shrunk. DeAmicis, it seems, could get two holiday gifts this year.
Source: http://www.nbcchicago.com/news/local-beat/Money-Is-No-Object-in-Search-For-Missing-Pooch-72612147.html?yhp=1
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Sunday, November 29, 2009
Tanner, Golden Retriever
This story isn't really a story; it's a series of three Craigslist posts about a family's lost dog. You can see from the last post that there were many people that reached out to this family as a result of their first posts to Craigslist. So, those who need help looking for their lost dog should bear in mind that it's okay to ask for help. People -- even total strangers -- do want to help people in need.
Golden Retriever LOST 11/19/09 (Gainesville)
Date: 2009-11-19, 10:18PM EST
Our Golden Retriever, Tanner, was accidentally let out of the house by our 3 yr old this morning at approximately 9:30am and has not returned. He was last seen in the Brookside and Bridlewood communities in Gainesville around 2pm. If anyone has any information on the whereabouts of Tanner (male), PLEASE contact us immediately as we are worried sick. You can reach us at 703-555-1212...with thanks and appreciation.
Tanner is a very large, full bred Golden and is very dark golden in color...he is wearing a blue leather collar with silver dog bones on it and a tag in the shape of a dog bone with his name on it & old phone number. The number on the tag is not in service any longer as it was changed recently...please call the above number or email me if you have any information.
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GOLDEN RETRIEVER DOG - LOST (Gainesville/Linton Hall Corridor)
Date: 2009-11-25, 3:40PM EST
If anyone has seen or has information on the whereabouts of a male golden retriever running loose in Gainesville, VA, please call 703-555-1212 IMMEDIATELY.
Our beloved Tanner has been missing since Thursday, November 19th and was spotted this afternoon at the corner of Brookside (subdivision) and Linton Hall Road making his way toward Glenkirk Road. Please, if you have seen him or think you may have seen him, please contact us...we are worried sick and are very concerned for his safety.
He is wearing a BLUE LEATHER COLLAR WITH SILVER DOG BONES ON IT and also has his tags; however, the phone number on the tags have recently changed and do not work. Tanner is a large golden who is darker in color (dark blonde/brown) and I was told by the woman who saw him this afternoon that he is frantic and very frightened...he was last seen around 2:30pm WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25th.
Thank you so much.
Jeni
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GOLDEN RETRIEVER DOG - FOUND (Gainesville/Linton Hall Corridor)
Date: 2009-11-25, 8:40PM EST
I want to thank everyone who helped with finding our Golden Retriever who had been missing since Thursday, November 19th. It is with great joy that we found Tanner late this afternoon after someone in Brookside (off of Linton Hall Road/Gainesville) called us to let us know that she had seen him heading toward Glenkirk Road.
We have been searching day and night since last Thursday, posted hundreds of flyers around Gainesville, knocked on strangers doors and went on many long walks through the fire paths that connect the many subdivisions off of Linton Hall Road searching for our boy.
Saying thank you is not nearly enough but please know, we are grateful to all of you who kept an eye out for Tanner and for the many, many phone calls we received over the past 6 1/2 days that helped with our search. We are relieved and so incredibly happy that our Tannie is home and most of all, safe. He has had a rough week to say the least with all of the rain and the cold weather and is happy to be able to rest in the warmth of his home :) Bath time will surely come later this evening, though I can honestly say that I have never been happier to see a more filthy, smelly and tick infested boy in all of my life!!
Thank you again for your continued prayers and outreach...God heard every one of our prayers and he is home now where he belongs.
With much thanks and gratitude,
Chuck and Jeni and Family
(RyanMichael, KayLeigh, Brandon, GraceLynn, Mattie and Tucker)
Golden Retriever LOST 11/19/09 (Gainesville)
Date: 2009-11-19, 10:18PM EST
Our Golden Retriever, Tanner, was accidentally let out of the house by our 3 yr old this morning at approximately 9:30am and has not returned. He was last seen in the Brookside and Bridlewood communities in Gainesville around 2pm. If anyone has any information on the whereabouts of Tanner (male), PLEASE contact us immediately as we are worried sick. You can reach us at 703-555-1212...with thanks and appreciation.
Tanner is a very large, full bred Golden and is very dark golden in color...he is wearing a blue leather collar with silver dog bones on it and a tag in the shape of a dog bone with his name on it & old phone number. The number on the tag is not in service any longer as it was changed recently...please call the above number or email me if you have any information.
________________________________________
GOLDEN RETRIEVER DOG - LOST (Gainesville/Linton Hall Corridor)
Date: 2009-11-25, 3:40PM EST
If anyone has seen or has information on the whereabouts of a male golden retriever running loose in Gainesville, VA, please call 703-555-1212 IMMEDIATELY.
Our beloved Tanner has been missing since Thursday, November 19th and was spotted this afternoon at the corner of Brookside (subdivision) and Linton Hall Road making his way toward Glenkirk Road. Please, if you have seen him or think you may have seen him, please contact us...we are worried sick and are very concerned for his safety.
He is wearing a BLUE LEATHER COLLAR WITH SILVER DOG BONES ON IT and also has his tags; however, the phone number on the tags have recently changed and do not work. Tanner is a large golden who is darker in color (dark blonde/brown) and I was told by the woman who saw him this afternoon that he is frantic and very frightened...he was last seen around 2:30pm WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25th.
Thank you so much.
Jeni
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GOLDEN RETRIEVER DOG - FOUND (Gainesville/Linton Hall Corridor)
Date: 2009-11-25, 8:40PM EST
I want to thank everyone who helped with finding our Golden Retriever who had been missing since Thursday, November 19th. It is with great joy that we found Tanner late this afternoon after someone in Brookside (off of Linton Hall Road/Gainesville) called us to let us know that she had seen him heading toward Glenkirk Road.
We have been searching day and night since last Thursday, posted hundreds of flyers around Gainesville, knocked on strangers doors and went on many long walks through the fire paths that connect the many subdivisions off of Linton Hall Road searching for our boy.
Saying thank you is not nearly enough but please know, we are grateful to all of you who kept an eye out for Tanner and for the many, many phone calls we received over the past 6 1/2 days that helped with our search. We are relieved and so incredibly happy that our Tannie is home and most of all, safe. He has had a rough week to say the least with all of the rain and the cold weather and is happy to be able to rest in the warmth of his home :) Bath time will surely come later this evening, though I can honestly say that I have never been happier to see a more filthy, smelly and tick infested boy in all of my life!!
Thank you again for your continued prayers and outreach...God heard every one of our prayers and he is home now where he belongs.
With much thanks and gratitude,
Chuck and Jeni and Family
(RyanMichael, KayLeigh, Brandon, GraceLynn, Mattie and Tucker)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Lucious, a sharpei mix
Dog's safe return brings joy to Burleson family
The Burleson Star
Posted 9/23/2009 02:46 pm
There is nothing like the feeling you get when you are able to reunite a lost dog with its anxious owners. Huguley Memorial Medical Center employee Sheri Pettit experienced this heart warming feeling several months ago when she helped to reunite Lucious, a frisky Sharpei mix, with the loving family who adopted him from the Humane Society of North Texas earlier this year.
The Burleson Star
Posted 9/23/2009 02:46 pm
There is nothing like the feeling you get when you are able to reunite a lost dog with its anxious owners. Huguley Memorial Medical Center employee Sheri Pettit experienced this heart warming feeling several months ago when she helped to reunite Lucious, a frisky Sharpei mix, with the loving family who adopted him from the Humane Society of North Texas earlier this year.
Lucious a frisky, Sharpei mix was reunited with his loving owners Kym, right, and John Seals, left, after being lost for several weeks earlier this year.
Pettit’s friend Jennifer Szarek was volunteering at an adoption event at PetSmart in Burleson when a PetSmart employee who had seen the dog in the hospital parking lot came up to her and asked if she could do anything to help catch the dog because she feared it might get hit by a car. Szarek called her friend Andrea Kyle who she knew had some dog traps to see if she could help her catch the dog.
The dog became separated from the Seals family after their 6-year-old grandchild opened the front door and he escaped unexpectedly. The Seals conducted a thorough search for Lucious and even put out food and a jacket with their scent on it in hopes this would help him find his way home. Their search was unsuccessful and eventually Pettit discovered Lucious in the HMMC parking lot, but by then time had begun to take its toll and the weary canine was all skin and bones.
“When Sheri found him at Huguley he had a possible broken leg and she was feeding and watering him even though he would run from her,” former animal humane officer Andrea Kyle said. “Jennifer Szarek and I learned about Lucious from another good Samaritan, Natasha Vella, who worked at PetSmart and transports rescue dogs to adoptions at local PetSmart locations.”
Kyle and Szarek wanted desperately to help the ailing dog, so the trap they set up was humane and fully equipped with barbecue to entice the hungry animal, which was captured within minutes.
“Luckily, he was tagged with a 24 hour pet watch microchip and rabies tag, so we called the phone number listed, but it was disconnected,” Kyle explained. “The address was given and it just happened to be less than a mile away. When we took him home to his owners, Luscious wagged his whole body when he saw his mama and daddy. The tearful, happy owners were amazed that he was still alive because they were sure the bitter cold weather or coyotes had killed him.”
Since his return home, Lucious has recovered remarkably and after he arrived, Pettit made sure to take a special trip to PetSmart to thank Vella for her part in helping to rescue the lost dog.
“Lucious is pretty popular and when he was first rescued we were all crying because we were so happy that he was so loved and that he was tagged,” Kyle added. “His first night home, Lucious got a warm bath, enjoyed hot dogs for dinner and slept in his nice warm bed. The day after his rescue, the area suffered a pretty bad hail storm and we were all thinking about him as the hail came down and how lucky he was to be home in his own bed.”
Because so many people cared enough to offer assistance to a stray animal, Lucious celebrated his first birthday in June. Kyle encourages people to provide this type of assistance to stray animals whenever possible.
“When you see an animal in need, I encourage people to give it some food and water and call someone for help,” Kyle said. “If no one had fed that poor lost dog, he would not have survived to be reunited with his owners. His mom has rescued many dogs and she felt like she was rewarded with the safe return of Lucious.”
This experience was highly emotional for Szarek also and for this animal lover who makes her living working for a local veterinarian, there was never any question about whether or not she should try to help the injured dog.
“I would help any animal in need and Lucious’ case reconfirmed my belief in having your dog micro chipped,” Szarek said. “If Lucious had not been chipped and since he did not have a collar or other forms of identification on him, he may have never been returned to his owners. This was very emotional for everyone involved and we all cried out of joy. Lucious recognized his owners immediately.”
Source: http://www.burlesonstar.net/Index.asp?Story=1982
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Bella, a pug
Pet detective solves case of purloined pug
By Tommy Hallissey

Danielle Cioti happily hugs her dog Bella after they were reunited — with the help of a pet detective — on June 25.
By Tommy Hallissey

Danielle Cioti happily hugs her dog Bella after they were reunited — with the help of a pet detective — on June 25.
Danielle Cioti’s pet pug, Bella, went on an Odyssey that took her all the way to Elizabeth, N.J. It took lots of help from family, friends and even a pet detective to bring the pair back together.
Forget Ace Ventura. It took a real life pet detective to reunite Danielle Cioti with her seven-yearold pug, Bella, after the dog went missing at the Riverdale Equestrian Centre on June 13.
Working for Rescue Ink, an animal welfare organization, a retired police detective — who simply calls himself Angel — doggedly tracked Bella’s movements from Riverdale to Yonkers to Elizabeth, N.J., before arranging a tearful reunion on June 25.
Ms. Cioti, a trainer at the Van Cortlandt Park stable, described the events of her unlucky Friday the 13th. She explained that Bella spends a lot of time with her while she works, but that day the dog lagged behind while Ms. Cioti rode a horse on a park trail. “Bella, go home [to the stable], you’re not going to make it,” Ms. Cioti recalled saying to the dog.
But when she returned from her ride at around 3:30 p.m. Bella was nowhere to be found. Ms. Cioti panicked.
With the help of her friends at the stable, she canvassed the grounds. “We looked in the woods… everywhere,” she said.
But the canvass was fruitless.
Undaunted, Ms. Cioti and her co-workers, family and friends spread out over an ever-widening area to post copies of a bright day-glo flier with the dog’s cute, wrinkly face on it. She covered her car with her phone number and a plea for Bella’s safe return, posted messages online and called the city’s 311 help line.
“She’s part of the family,” Marissa Mastronardi, also a trainer at the stable, said of Bella.
The moral support and legwork of family and friends helped Ms. Cioti reach out to hundreds of people. “This dog has the biggest fan club of any dog I know,” Ms. Cioti said. “People fight to babysit her.”
Eventually, a woman came forward and said she had found the dog on June 13, but that she couldn’t keep it. Instead, she gave it to someone who promised to look for the owner.
Fortunately, the first woman kept the name and cell phone number of the second woman and before long Ms. Cioti had a fix on the dog’s location — in New Jersey.
Hoping to be reunited with her pet, Ms. Cioti traveled to the home of Cathy Leon in Elizabeth, N.J., only to be rebuffed by the dog’s new “owner.” At first, Ms. Cioti said, Ms. Leon denied having the dog. “I was hysterical crying and she looks me in the eye and said, ‘I’ll help you put up signs,’” Ms. Cioti recalled.
But her luck was finally turning.
Her poster campaign got the attention of Rescue Ink, a non-profit staffed by heavily tattooed, intimidating gentlemen.
‘Zero tolerance’
The organization specializes in finding lost or stolen pets. “Rescue Ink is all about zero tolerance when it comes to animal abuse and neglect,” its Web site states above a picture of Mike Tattoo, a former actor with tattoos on his neck, face and scalp.
The details of exactly how the dog got to Elizabeth, N.J. are in dispute.
Ms. Cioti believes one of the women gave Bella to a homeless man who traded her for a cigarette.
Angel said he couldn’t substantiate this part of the story. “The fact is the dog was taken from the stable area by a woman in Yonkers and the dog went to New Jersey,” he said. “It passed from hand to hand. Who took it? I don’t know.”
At first, when confronted by the pet detective, the New Jersey resident insisted she was keeping Bella.
“Angel was able to convince her there would be serious repercussions to her actions,” Ms. Cioti said.
He set up a June 25 reunion at the Vannie stables with Ms. Cioti, Ms. Leon and Bella. Ms. Cioti nervously paced the parking lot at around 4 p.m. as she waited for Bella to arrive.
‘Whole again’
When Ms. Leon finally arrived in a black Lincoln Town Car Bella scurried out of a white crate into Ms. Cioti’s waiting arms. “We’re whole again, everybody. We got the missing member,” Ms. Cioti said to her gathered friends.
Ms. Leon insisted she hadn’t known whose dog Bella was, but she was happy to return her.
For his pet detective efforts Angel took no money, but there was talk of a celebratory barbecue at the stable. “The most important thing is for the dog to go back to the owner, see her happy, see the dog happy,” he said.
Angel said Rescue Ink can be particularly helpful because police departments often view lost animals the way they view lost property — a low priority. Angel sees tracking down lost animals as a way of giving back. “We do it out of the kindness of our heart,” he said.
Source: http://www.riverdalepress.com/full.php?sid=5047¤t_edition=2008-07-03
Forget Ace Ventura. It took a real life pet detective to reunite Danielle Cioti with her seven-yearold pug, Bella, after the dog went missing at the Riverdale Equestrian Centre on June 13.
Working for Rescue Ink, an animal welfare organization, a retired police detective — who simply calls himself Angel — doggedly tracked Bella’s movements from Riverdale to Yonkers to Elizabeth, N.J., before arranging a tearful reunion on June 25.
Ms. Cioti, a trainer at the Van Cortlandt Park stable, described the events of her unlucky Friday the 13th. She explained that Bella spends a lot of time with her while she works, but that day the dog lagged behind while Ms. Cioti rode a horse on a park trail. “Bella, go home [to the stable], you’re not going to make it,” Ms. Cioti recalled saying to the dog.
But when she returned from her ride at around 3:30 p.m. Bella was nowhere to be found. Ms. Cioti panicked.
With the help of her friends at the stable, she canvassed the grounds. “We looked in the woods… everywhere,” she said.
But the canvass was fruitless.
Undaunted, Ms. Cioti and her co-workers, family and friends spread out over an ever-widening area to post copies of a bright day-glo flier with the dog’s cute, wrinkly face on it. She covered her car with her phone number and a plea for Bella’s safe return, posted messages online and called the city’s 311 help line.
“She’s part of the family,” Marissa Mastronardi, also a trainer at the stable, said of Bella.
The moral support and legwork of family and friends helped Ms. Cioti reach out to hundreds of people. “This dog has the biggest fan club of any dog I know,” Ms. Cioti said. “People fight to babysit her.”
Eventually, a woman came forward and said she had found the dog on June 13, but that she couldn’t keep it. Instead, she gave it to someone who promised to look for the owner.
Fortunately, the first woman kept the name and cell phone number of the second woman and before long Ms. Cioti had a fix on the dog’s location — in New Jersey.
Hoping to be reunited with her pet, Ms. Cioti traveled to the home of Cathy Leon in Elizabeth, N.J., only to be rebuffed by the dog’s new “owner.” At first, Ms. Cioti said, Ms. Leon denied having the dog. “I was hysterical crying and she looks me in the eye and said, ‘I’ll help you put up signs,’” Ms. Cioti recalled.
But her luck was finally turning.
Her poster campaign got the attention of Rescue Ink, a non-profit staffed by heavily tattooed, intimidating gentlemen.
‘Zero tolerance’
The organization specializes in finding lost or stolen pets. “Rescue Ink is all about zero tolerance when it comes to animal abuse and neglect,” its Web site states above a picture of Mike Tattoo, a former actor with tattoos on his neck, face and scalp.
The details of exactly how the dog got to Elizabeth, N.J. are in dispute.
Ms. Cioti believes one of the women gave Bella to a homeless man who traded her for a cigarette.
Angel said he couldn’t substantiate this part of the story. “The fact is the dog was taken from the stable area by a woman in Yonkers and the dog went to New Jersey,” he said. “It passed from hand to hand. Who took it? I don’t know.”
At first, when confronted by the pet detective, the New Jersey resident insisted she was keeping Bella.
“Angel was able to convince her there would be serious repercussions to her actions,” Ms. Cioti said.
He set up a June 25 reunion at the Vannie stables with Ms. Cioti, Ms. Leon and Bella. Ms. Cioti nervously paced the parking lot at around 4 p.m. as she waited for Bella to arrive.
‘Whole again’
When Ms. Leon finally arrived in a black Lincoln Town Car Bella scurried out of a white crate into Ms. Cioti’s waiting arms. “We’re whole again, everybody. We got the missing member,” Ms. Cioti said to her gathered friends.
Ms. Leon insisted she hadn’t known whose dog Bella was, but she was happy to return her.
For his pet detective efforts Angel took no money, but there was talk of a celebratory barbecue at the stable. “The most important thing is for the dog to go back to the owner, see her happy, see the dog happy,” he said.
Angel said Rescue Ink can be particularly helpful because police departments often view lost animals the way they view lost property — a low priority. Angel sees tracking down lost animals as a way of giving back. “We do it out of the kindness of our heart,” he said.
Source: http://www.riverdalepress.com/full.php?sid=5047¤t_edition=2008-07-03
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