Although Mark Levin is known as a constitutional lawyer and a nationally syndicated broadcaster, he is, first and foremost, a dog lover. In 1998, he and his family welcomed a half-Border Collie/half-Cocker Spaniel they named Pepsi into their lives. Six years later, his wife and son persuaded him to adopt a dog from the local shelter, a Spaniel mix. It turned out he was older than originally thought, and he was the most beautiful dog they'd ever seen. They named him Sprite.
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Hi Mark! I want to thank you for acknowlegding rescuers on your show. It really means alot to me.
One thing I know as a rescuer…. When I take in an untrained out of control foster dog, I don’t CRAM down all of my other dogs’ training to match the fosters lack of training.
I BUILD the foster dog UP to my dogs’ level of training.
I don’t understand why it won’t work with humans.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Linda from MO
Anyone has never experienced the love and bond with a pet is very unfortunate indeed.
My little Chihuahua, Tobie Keith, and I share a wonderful bond. He has been my sweet companion for five years – ever since he was a tiny puppy.
Recently I was called back to my hometown in Maryland for the funeral of my father. We traveled by car from San Antonio, TX. I left my Tobie in the hands of the veterinary hospital where I work. We do boarding there and I had total confidence in their care. Having to deal with my dad’s death was enough to have on my mind.
Imagine my distress when I received word a few hours after dad’s funeral that my beloved Tobie had gone missing, having escaped under the fence at the animal hospital ! I was totally crushed, which is putting it mildly. I honestly could not face returning home and not having him by my side. My heart had been broken once again. (more…)
Yesterday I read a book in a single day. While that is commonplace for the voracious reader, it is rare for me.
The book was Rescuing Sprite. I teach people to live in harmony with their dogs for Petsmart (so was thrilled to hear you adopted Griffen from one of our stores!). I occupy my free time with inspirational stories of the unique human/dog bond. Your book is truly a gem and will be a treasured part of my collection forever.
Most respondents go from here to tell you of their dog. I’m not here to do that. Rather, I encourage you to keep writing about the animals that have touched your life — from Prince to Griffen and any other dog fortunate enough to be rescued by your wonderful family. Your insight into our love for dogs touches the heart and inspires those of us in this profession to push on. In short, we need you! Keep on keeping on!
I appreciate the links to pets on your website even though I do not share your political views. The beauty of the world, however, is in it’s infinite diversity. We all need to sniff the breeze from time to time.
Oh what the hell, I’ll include a picture of my dog. She’s a rescue named Dixie and she is a story in and of herself. You can find her story at dixieswaggintales.wordpress.com.
Again, thanks for making my Saturday a memorable one!
Best Wishes,
Tim from AZ
Hey Yo Mark – two Philly Girls here. One of us is a Temple alum. Here is our story.
The day after my husband died in August of 2004 my sister was driving me to the
cemetery a few miles from my home to buy a plot. As we entered the next town
over, the street was blocked due to road construction. We took the detour down a
side street and that’s when my sister spotted her. A red haired dog with her teats
dragging on the ground. As she ran across the street, we thought for sure that the
dump truck in front of us was going to hit her. Fortunately she was fast enough
and what we thought was certain to happen didn’t. With great relief we spotted
her on the other side of the road.
My sister stopped the car. As I go out, I remembered I had some Milk Bones
in my pocket to give to my two Great Dane boys when I returned home. When
she saw me, she came over and laid down on the ground. I offered her a biscuit
and she devoured it ravenously. As I bent down and started talking to her she
laid on her back. I started to rub her belly. I then noticed her right hind leg was
broken. She had ticks and fleas and mange. There were marks on her that made
it obvious that she had been used for fighting. She was also bleeding. By this time
my sister had gotten a blanket from the trunk. We wrapped her in the blanket
which she seemed to enjoy. When I picked her up to put her in the car she
started licking my face. That was the start of our love affair that continues to
this day. (more…)
