This is our dog, Glory. We got here over 5 years ago as a puppy from the SFSPCA. She is 3/4 Rotweiler and 1/4 Black Lab. A great guard that loves everyone…except cats. She even loves our letter carrier. She is a fabulous dog and will lie at my feet when I am working at my desk; I work from the home. She is very protective with the kids and when roughhousing, she will nudge her way in to break us up if she thinks we are getting too rough. She will then just sit right between the two rough-housers to keep the peace. Her favorite game is chaser the laser light!

– John from CA

Maxie was given to us because he was considered noisy in the litter.
We have discovered that he is a talking cat,we can carry conversations on with him for at least 5 minutes,back and forth! We absolutely adore him.

– Ellie from NJ

Agatha a Cairn Terrier pure breed was with me for 14 years. Her 13th year was difficult for her. While she never had any pain she had persistent swelling of her abdomen which had to be tapped to remove the fluid. It used to get in her way of getting around. One day I stepped into the shower and when I came out she was on the floor spread eagle with her tongue hanging out. I rushed her to the vet but he couldn’t think of what to do for her.Reluctantly I let him put her to sleep. It has been almost 10 years since that dreadful day and I have never gotten over it.

– Peter from NY

Just before I was diagnosed with cancer we’d purchased a Briard male named Coolidge. He was the wildest, most rambunctious puppy I’d ever had and my wife was concerned about having him around when I came home from the hospital. After 33 rounds of radiatiion, 3 rounds of chemo, and the loss of 32% of my body weight I was very weak. However, the wild and reckless puppy that we thought we’d never train would let me hold on to his back everyday and slowly lead me up the stairs so I could make it to bed without falling. He would lay at the foot of my bed until I wanted to get up then he would slowly and patiently walk me back down the stairs, with me holding onto his back all the way, to make sure I made it safely.

He was till wild and randy when he got the chance but he was always gentle and patient with me through my illness. Coolidge is still a great dog.

– Mark from VA

My wife has pursuaded me to get three dogs since we have been together: Moe, a pug from the DFW Pug Rescue, Connor a Scottie Mix from Operation Kindness and Otter a Corgi mix from The Frisco Humane Society. All three dogs were against my will and all three quickly became beloved members of our family.

We adopted Moe first, I wasnt all that opposed to him, except that after we adopted him, I realized he snored all the time. It didn’t matter if he was sleeping, eating, playing or whatever, he was snoring because of an abnormality with his soft palate. This quickly went from annoying to soothing and it was hard for Kate and I to sleep at first when we would go out of town and be away from him. Moe loved the sun and would lay out on the patio on his back and soak it up or in Kate’s garden. If he were in the house and there was a small patch of sunlight coming in through the window, you can bet that is where he was. From the first day we adopted him, it was clear he was a “momma’s boy” and followed Kate around where ever she went. He loved her very much and the feeling was mutual.

About a year after we adopted Moe, we adopted Connor. He was brought into the veterinary clinic where Kate worked by Operation Kindness because he had a crooked foot and they wanted it checked. I was more apprehensive about getting him simply because I didnt think we needed a second dog. However, Kate pleaded, so we compromised and adopted him. He quickly became “my” dog since Moe was more attached to Kate and I was soon very thankful that we had him. He and Moe became fast friends and played together non-stop. Read the rest of this entry »

Angel in the Post Office (Letter Mark read on air)

This is one of the kindest things I’ve ever experienced.

I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a kind soul
working in the dead letter office of the US Postal service.

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.

She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when
Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that
I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday
and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Read the rest of this entry »