Couldn't Handle It!

Well, I just couldn't. Jet had amazing energy that I couldn't match. Some great friends of mine at the Central Texas SPCA took him in and now he's found his forever home!

"I am an Animal Rescuer"

My job is to assist God's creatures.
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs.

I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures without planning or selection.

I have patted many a mangy head with a bare hand.

I have hugged someone vicious and afraid.

I have fallen in love a thousand times.

(Yep, same dog)
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body too many times to count.
I want to live forever if there aren't animals in Heaven, but I believethere are. Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind?

Some may think we are masters of the animals, but the animals have mastered themselves... something people still haven't learned.

War and abuse make me hurt for the world, but a rescue gives me hope for mankind.

We rescuers are a mostly quiet but determined army, and we are making a difference every day.

There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan, nothing more rewarding than saving a life, and no higher recognition than watching them thrive.

There is no greater joy than seeing a human or non-human baby play who, only days ago, was too weak to eat.

By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue, I have been rescued.

I know what true unconditional love really is, for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many grateful for so little.

I am an Animal Rescuer.
My work is never done.
My home is never quiet.
My heart is always full.

By Annette King-TuckerWild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue

Claremore, Ok

www.wildheartranch.org

Jet Is Doing Really Well

Well, Jet is still here with me and mine, but boy-howdy, he's an interesting little chap!

He has been doing his best to learn the basics of the word "no" and "go potty". I was cuddling with him this morning when a had a vision of what his life was like before he ended up at TLAC.

This is what I think. I think he was born to a family that wasn't "expecting" pups from their unaltered female, back-yard dog. These people were able to find homes for most of the pups, but Jet was the most difficult, or maybe it was that he was the cutest? No matter, they couldn't keep him inside the house, that would mean they'd have to train him some. So, he barked. And barked, and barked.

Anyway, he's been spared both the life of a back-yard dog and being dead.

Once I understood this, I was more sympathetic to his needs, more patient, and level headed with his basic training. Jet is a darling.

I'm Thinking, OMG, What Am I Doing?

Yes, that is what I was thinking. Still, am thinking. Rock this semi-stoic ship by bringing a puppy into the family! Even though it's temporary, he's a foster, I'm thinking I've made a grave error!

Everyone, meet Jet. How adorable, how sweet... how deceiving a photo can be!

Life in my home is peaceful. I share a very modest 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom duplex with my boyfriend (human) Tim, (canine) Sookie-6 yrs old, Alissa-7 yrs old, Rascal-5 yrs old, Rowe-Quinn-4 yrs old, and Sugar is 8 yrs old! Other than an occasional cat walking past the front room window or a gun shot in the hood, this is a nice life. Not too many surprises.

Now I have a 6-8 week old, highly energetic, slow to tire, German shepherd mix breed puppy. This little guy has no clue about puppy manners, pottying outside, spending the night in a crate let alone walking on a leash, not biting or to go easy on the older dogs of the house.

In that last respect I must give credit to my dogs. None of them, no matter how disturbed they may be by this intruder, has given him anything but a firm parental warning.

I must admit, in his defense, Jet has gotten better about pottying in the house. He's only taken one dump (yes, I said it). But do you know what? Do you have any idea how much human energy it takes for him to accomplish that task? (The pottying outside, not the dump in the house.) Tons. Tons & tons of my energy. I'm zapped. I cry, "why have I done this?" "What was I thinking?"

I'll be adding more to this after my nap.

Having Jet Is A Job

Jet is an adoptable, adorable young puppy, about 6-8 weeks of age and weighs just about 9 lbs. I am fostering him until he finds a wonderful home! I believe he's a German Shepherd mix, but I'm just not so sure of what he may be mixed with. He's black/brindle with beautiful pricked up ears and the sharpest little puppy teeth. His profile seem Chow Chow like, but he's soooooooo tiny. He has no black/purple splotches on his tongue that can sometimes be characteristic of Chow Chows. I'm sorry to say he doesn't have puppy breath (dern it), which makes me wonder if he's really that young.

Jet has a bit of an upper resperatory infection picked up at TLAC in Austin, Texas. That'll clear up quickly with antibiotics. He'll be neutered when he's old enough and will get his rabies shot then. He has started his puppy vaccinations though. Jet is microchipped, has begun crate training, and is trying very hard to pee and poo outside. He actually learned how to come in through the doggie door, just not out to do his business .

If you are interested in adopting Jet, please go to our website at http://gsdrescuectx.com/ for more information. We will not adopt out of the state of Texas.

Isn't he adorable!

In Memory Of Noel

SEPARATE LIFETIMES

We who choose to surround ourselveswith lives even more temporary than ourown, live within a fragile circle;easily and often breached.Unable to accept its awful gaps,we would still live no other way.We cherish memory as the onlycertain immortality, never fullyunderstanding the necessary plan.... --- Irving Townsend ---

Little Noel died on December 6, 2008. She had parvo and it got the best of her.

OMG! It's a Puppy!

Well, it's true, there's a puppy in my house. I've forgotten just how much work having a puppy in the house is. My youngest dog is 3, going on 4 years old.

My dogs are worry free, perfectly house trained. They don't chew on things they're not suppose to. They do what is expected of them. Oh well, yea they may bark at passersby when I'm at work, but that's nothing compared to a puppy that doesn't know what's expected of her.


I only have Noel for one short week (she's a foster), but I'm already wondering, "why?". Why have I done this? Why have I disrupted my canine kingdom's peaceful realm? Sookie, Alissa, Rascal, Rowe-Quinn & Sugar are all wondering, "what the ~~ck?"


Meet Noel:

She's a beautiful, purebred, German Shepherd. Noel is 4-months old and frighteningly thin, spayed female. Her feet are quite large and when she walks on my pergo floor you can practically "hear" her walking.

She's a quick learner, and has all but mastered the doggie door. Now, if she could just understand that it's for going potty outside. She's fussy and doesn't really like the well-used postage stamp yard where she's residing. So, she uses the concrete.

One can only speculate as to her life before being found as a stray on the streets of Austin. She won't let me out of her sight, so crate training is a challenge. Peanut butter in a small kong toy does little to appease her loneliness when she's crated at night and when I have to go to work. It's a good thing though, for she knows little fear and will make someone very loyal and devoted companion.

If you live in the Austin, Texas area, and are looking for a absolutely adorable, smart, loving canine companion, please go to gsdrescuectx@yahoo.com and fill out an adoption application for Noel. Keep in mind she's probably going to be a very large dog and will need a lot of exercise and training.

Here's my girl Sookie warning Noel, "grrrr, I'm not into puppies",