It’s bad enough that the election is shaking out this way, but to make matters worse, a new groomer scalped our sweet cockapoo. He’s razor burned and shell shocked. Didn’t even recognize the poor thing.

Sue & Steve from SD

It started with a Pug. A pug named Jake, to be exact. He came into our lives December of 2000 and we instantly fell in love with the breed. By April 2002, we had Zoey and began breeding, enjoying our first litter that summer.

A few years later, and with a few litters behind us, we sadly had to put Zoey down for a brain tumor in December 2005. It was a devastating loss, but fortunately, her legacy continues with Luna, a female from Zoey’s last litter. Sunny and Rhapsody soon followed Luna to our home, and we retired Jake from stud. With another male from a friend, we’ve been able to continue our life with puppies, puggies and meeting new people.

Karen from OH

It was approaching my 9th birthday and all I wanted was a dog. I was an only child and with my parents in the process of separating, my request for a dog was probably not the best timing all things considered; but it was all I wanted. When my request was granted my mum and I paid a visit to the local rescue centre.  I can remember seeing all those pleading eyes willing for mine to meet theirs and pick them – it was just awful, but pick one we did, a golden labrador aound 3years of age. We were told that we had a weeks grace to wait in order to allow his previous owners to claim him, and if they didn\’t come forward he was ours.

One week later THE day arrived, the day I felt I had waited forever for. I got home from school with my friend to meet my new doggy companion. As I walked through the dining room I noticed a lead and a note on the table. Quickly scanning through, I just saw the words \”dog in the kitchen, hope you like him\”. As I was just about to open the door my friend who had read the letter properly said \”it\’s a different dog!\” I read it again and sure enough, my mum had left a note saying the labrador\’s owners had claimed him and that the dog in the kitchen was a different one who was due to be destroyed that day. I rushed over to the door, opened it and peered inside – nothing! I could see no dog, then, all of a sudden a small black and tan sheltie like cross ran past me into the room. With paint marks on his back as the only reminder of him having a previous owner, this is how I first came to meet Scamp. Having been saved from the jaws of death by the skin of his teeth Scamp was to become everything that made our house a home for the next TWENTY years!! (more…)

Dear sir, greetings from Portugal.I just read your book in two days and i must say i enjoyed it very much. Im a 40 years old man, a keen windsurfer, snowborder, car and motorbikes fanatic but nothing reach my love for dogs. i have lost 6 dogs since childhjod, some i dont remember very well because i was young but the last ones i do and i must say i miss them a lot!! I have now 8 dogs i rescued from the streets, i share when with my parents ( they are also crazy dog loveres) all of them special to me.

Nothing in the world make me more sad than turning my head around when i see a lost dog.. i normaly say to my friends that if i was rich i would take care of people and animals, as im not i can only take care of animals.Take you very much for your time and your book.
Best regards

João from Portugal

I just have some comments about the most tender, loving book I have read, Rescuing Sprite. I just finished reading the book, vacation and have to say, I was crying on page 1.
We are talking tissues not just sniffles. Mark, thank you for this wonderful book and most importantly for making Sprite’s life a wonderful one at least the last 2 1/2 years he was on earth.
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A dogaholic from GA