Crimson Mutt Pet Story

The story of Copper can not be told without the story of his Princess Shelby.
It all came about through an arranged Marriage. We had purchased our most special girl Shelby in May of 2003.
It was too hot in Arizona for the animals to fly in by plane, so we had her sent to California where we could take a plane and rent a car to bring her back to our house in Arizona.
    Shelby was the most Beautiful, Lovable, Well Mannered Newfoundland puppy you could ever meet.
She of course for her actions got nothing but the best. The best Dog Food, Treats and Toys. Toys so many you could have made a vehicle payment with the amount we spent on her.  We loved Shelby so much that her bed was a King Sized Feather Blanket. She would circle and pull it in just the right way and sleep and sleep and snore!
    Shelby went just about everywhere with us, weather permitting. My son would play wrestle with her and chase each other around the house. They were both about the same size. Shelby would take his hand in her mouth and lead him around. Boy how he would laugh. They would dance together, play and sleep together, on the blanket or on the couch it made no difference.

    Now myself being such a lover of puppies got the best idea ever. Let's get a boy!!

   We made the call to find the right one that was compatible well papered and was BLACK.  Copper was who our lady suggested and he was Bronze, 4 months old and could be flown to Arizona at that time of year.  O K !! I sent the money and we made the plans for an evening flight and in came Copper. As pretty as a shiny penney.

   We picked him up and brought him home and ......He was Scared and Shy and was not at all House Trained.

   The work that we put into him!! Well of course we loved Copper. He was special, He was ours!!!

  We came home one afternoon to snow in our back yard!! Pushing 100 degrees that would have been better than Shelby's most beloved King Sized Feather Blanket!!!!  Copper looked GUILTY!!!

   We waited 2 years to breed them, made sure they were of breeding quality (HIPS, Heart, Etc...). Keeping the two of them apart was at times heartbreaking. They would howl and cry. They had such a Love for each other, inseparable. The first litter finally arrived with 11 puppies!!! Copper stayed close by in case he was needed. As it turned out they all came out BLACK with a little white on each of their chest. 1 1/4 pounds to 1 1/2 pounds each. It was a 14 hour Delivery.

   We did not breed Copper and Shelby too much as we just owned expensive pets.  Four litters was wonderful each with there own story.

   The best story that I can remember is when our neighborhood was having some kind of a problem. The Cops were everywhere and
the Helicopter was searching. It was about 2:30 in the morning. Our dogs were going crazy!!!! Jumping up against the 6 foot wood fence.
They were trying to get after something!! Then we saw the cops running with their guns in hand. I told one of them that there was someone in the neighbors back yard. The Cop went around to see and then all of the sudden some guy was going to climb the fence into our yard. Copper and Shelby just were not going to let that happen without someone getting hurt!  The guy took one look at what he was up against and put his hands in the air and gave himself up to the Police.

Today we live in New Mexico and our Little Village is very quiet!!! Shelby and Copper are still inseparable. She washes his face and they sleep together in the same dog house. I do not know how he puts up with her SNORING, you can hear it all through the house at night.
They are almost 8 years old now and they haven't had any children since they last batch almost killed Shelby a couple of years ago.
The Little Black Newfoundland is a Picture of the one we had to Bottle Feed. We named him SEVEN because of the white 7 on his chest.

I still cook for them  and make them special dog treats. I worry about the time I have left with them. But I worry more about what will happen when there is only one left. I don't know who will be the most heart broke.

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Rescued Cat here is SOPHIE’S STORY

At a garage sale in a box meowing, came the call.  First it was ignored and later acknowledged.  One look into her eyes and I just melted. That is how I felt when I saw this sweet God-Created creature in a box bigger than what she could climb out of.  But I was afraid to take her, as nine months before, I lost my beautiful “Paulie Paw-Paw” cat that occupied my time and attention and I didn’t want another cat.  He died on my deck resting in the sun by two roaming Pit-Bull mixture dogs, as I tried to help him and couldn’t for fear of being attacked myself.  So the guilt lay for me and I was not in the mental state for any other animal, as his memory still lingered painfully in my mind.

Then these sweet children showed up with a surprise; in the knowing of my horrific loss of my Paulie, and seeing my compassion for this precious kitty that I had so much admired in the large box where all you could see were her big yellow-golden eyes.  “She is for you,” the small boy said.  “No one wanted her at the garage sale, and they were going to throw her away since you didn’t take her.”  I trembled at that wicked thought of disposing an animal just because no one wanted it, and it was too much trouble for them to keep.

She was so tiny.  I guessed her age at 5 weeks, weighing less than 2 pounds.  I picked her up and felt every little bone in her frail and undernourished body.  She meowed and snuggled under my armpit for warmth and fell asleep in the comfort of being held.  So I rescued her from her garage sale box dilemma and thanked the children for bringing her to me.  The children asked if they could return to see her, as they too, felt it wrong how she had been treated.  I praised them for their concern and told them that they were welcomed anytime to visit her.

Sophie is her name.  She came to me from an uncaring situation, only wanting to be needed and cared for and loved.  She had horrible ear mites and fleas, but nothing serious.  She got her yearly exam and is having the time of her life in pursuing every nook and cranny.  She’s grown into a very smart and beautiful cat.  She enjoys her toys and especially her catnip.  She has a playmate now and they are the best of friends, McIntosh is his name.  His situation was nothing like hers and the both of them together can really bring a strange thing to ones face, it’s called a “SMILE.”  I love my Sophie!

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Lucky the Cat by GrantGreetings

Three days ago my husband heard a kitten crying out from underneath our new house, which is not yet finished. As he was working, he heard the cries of a kitten and came and got me to go with him to check it out. It was already dark so we had to get a flashlight. We went underneath the new house knocking down spider webs all the way. As we got to the narrowest end underneath the house we saw three kittens all scattered about. One was moving all around and crying, the other two were still and quiet. Both of them started moving around a little and crying too. They all were very cold seeing how they were just born and still had their umbilical cords attached. I immediately grabbed all three of them up and took them in and put them in a tote with a heat lamp over them. I knew just what to do with newborns from raising puppies for over ten years. So, I let them get good and warm for about an hour and went back to check on them and all three were moving around and crying. So, I warmed up some milk and hand-fed everyone of them. They all ate good, an entire 3 cc’s. I fed them every three hours that first night.
The next morning I noticed that one of them didn’t want to eat. By that afternoon it was gone. But, I tried to look on the bright side; I still had two little ones to save. So, I continued to feed them, make them use the bathroom (which is something the mother usually does) and gave them all the warmth and love that I could.
But, I kept my chin up and kept on trying to save the last kitten. After all, it was the one calling out for our help that we heard that night. I continued to feed it around the clock and played like I was its mommy. It cried a lot knowing that it was the only one left inside that great big warm tote, but it continued to grow stronger standing on all fours and wobbling all around. It had a hearty appetite putting down 7 1/2 cc’s. With a growing belly and an even louder cry it made it through another day.
Now, at three days old, this one little tiny kitten who calls me mommy now, has a real chance of making it. It’s eating, crying, growing and even purring when I hold it close and pet it. If this little one does in fact make it, I plan to name it “Lucky” because it truly is.

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