Personal Narrative: Family Life No Kill Dog Shelter

Knowing how much we connected, I wanted to adopt her myself, but since I was leaving for college in two months I knew it would be best to have another family adopt her, everyday I would worry that she wouldn’t end up in the right home. Luckily, one of the doctor’s friends came in to visit her and completely fell in love with Hope. Knowing her new family was the perfect fit since we knew the family. What was even greater was that Hope would be able to play with the families’ children and other pets.

Every dog is a responsibility, and it takes a kind hearted person to go through the process of adoption. Through shelters it’s about an hour process to adopt. They ask for your current pets (if there is any) vet, the phone number of the vet, every one who lives in the house phone number, so they can call and see if they are okay with having a new furry friend in the house. They give scenarios that could possibly happen with a new puppy in the house for example, what do you do if the puppy is digging in the yard? Or what do you do if the mailman comes to the door and the dog starts barking? The process is long but it is worth it. The shelters even off puppy training classes that’ll teach them household manners, which includes potty training, leash training so that they will be able to go on walks without having to wear a harness. You get so much out of adoption that you don’t get from pet stores that will not offer. With my new adoption I was offered classes for him. Puppy classes, intermediate, therapy dogs, than k9 classes.

Last year I adopted a rescue dog. She is a Labrador retriever mix that was a day away from being euthanized at a Texas Animal Shelter that wasn’t a no kill shelter. Her and her brothers were abandoned near birth. A lady, who was active in the rescue community, cut her vacation short and traveled to Texas to retrieve the litter. She brought them back to Nebraska where I was lucky enough to bring Daisy into my life. Though Daisy has eaten six memory foam pillows, four remote controls, the linoleum in the kitchen and parts of the carpet, I wouldn’t trade her for anything. I am honored to be able to provide her with a good home and love. As discussed in the Civic Engagement video, we don’t just get a free ride in our society and we have a responsibility to give back in some way (2015). Caring for a pet not only promotes a better world to live in but it teaches responsibility and compassion which can carry over into other aspects of one’s life. Responsibility will assist in citizens being accountable for their actions, give a sense of duty, and help one remain just when being placed in a position of power. Compassion will allow for our citizens to be concerned with sufferings or misfortunes of others. As you can see, the simple caring for a pet has the ability to promote a moral society as well as make the world a better place to live in. I took this opportunity to add an

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

Our blessing isn’t just for us, but for the recovering owner. This duality makes the sacrifice of our time that much more special. The idea of sacrifice, and the concept of fostering has taught me to be more aware of other people. I have broadened my perspective of not what is just good for me, or good for my family, or even friends, but what is good for complete strangers and the world as a whole. I have learned that any good act can be rewarding even if it doesn’t have direct or clear benefits. While fostering this dog, whenever I was brought down by the inevitability of losing him, I pictured his owner overjoyed at seeing this tiny puppy.

Four years ago I finally got the dog I’ve always wanted. We got her at the Oshkosh Humane Society. There were two other families that wanted her,but they picked us to adopt her!

Walking up to the shelter only to find that the dog we wanted is being taken home by another family, we thought we wouldn't be getting a dog today. But when we found her, we were glad that the other dog was taken. Her black, slicked back fur shedding off of her perfect dog body. Her black beady eyes are bulging out of her head with the look of excitement. Unable to hold herself back she breaks the leash that the vet was trying to hold her back with. Running to us, she slips and falls on her head. We don’t have a second to worry because she jumps up and starts licking our faces with her slobbery tongue. By the time she is tired from licking our faces, we feel as if we just went swimming in a pool of melting jello

I guess it was that moment that I knew that we were supposed to be together. When I went to fill out the adoption forms, there was a line on there that said Max was a pit bull. I laughed at my surprise. This little dog was too loveable to be a pit bull. After filling the paperwork out, they informed me that there would be a two to five day waiting period, in order for them to do a background check. They also asked me if I had a veterinarian, and I informed them that one of my good friend’s husband was a vet. I wrote down his name and phone number.

I was fifteen years old when my mother invited me to help out with the local foster home. When I arrived at the foster home I began to cry in response to the young children that I saw. It was difficult for me to understand the children's emotions initially but throughout the day I learned the reason behind their joy. Most of the foster children were grateful for the little deeds that the volunteers performed for them because we showed that we cared about them. In all honesty many people take for granted the advantages they have for succeeding in life. The foster children that I've seen that day were limited because they did not have the physical and the emotional support of their families. I did not realized how blessed I was to have a loving

I’m in the prison line minding my own business as a few girls punch me. I did nothing to them, but that day i was getting out of prison and the girls get jealous if the others get out. The police are sending me to a foster home. My seventh one and i’m hoping it’s the last. My head is throbbing and there is a cut on the upper part of my lip. Before I leave I ask where is my brother you said you promise would never split us apart. The social worker finds my brother and he is taken out of the home he is in, now he is with me I feel safe.

The cooperation of humans and animals goes all the way back 9,000 years ago in the Stone Age, with the first domesticated animal being a goat. However, It wasn’t considered a guide animal .The first service animal was a dog, this evidenced by historians investigating the Middle Ages. Historians discovered woodcuts depicting dogs guiding the visually impaired. Consequently, the first guide dog was established in the Middle Ages, the modern guide dogs we now know today were trained after WW1 for the soldiers who suffered from disabilities from participating in the war, such as visual impaired or experiencing trauma. In 1929, a dog named “Buddy” was the guide of Frank Morris and was the first Seeing Eye dog. The Seeing Eye is the oldest guide

Four years ago while on vacation in Mexico we rescued our dog there.  He was in bad shape, he had been abused and neglected.  We saw him standing alone in the middle of the street, we drove up and put him in our car.  He was wearing a collar with no tag but we were able to find his owners.  They said they had taken his tag off because they didn't want him anymore and wanted him to "get lost".  He was too big and they thought he was always in the way.  It was so sad to hear them say that!  He was very skinny, only about 100lbs and had bloody knees and elbows.  We decided to adopt him. It was the first time we had a giant dog in our

In addition to this, weeks later, I found myself at a shelter looking for a dog. As I walked down the hallway I saw this dog that popped out at me. He was so little, dark brown, big bold brown eyes, and all white paws, sitting there looking at me waging his tail. He even resembled a dog I had in the past. So I asked the lady to see him. When she brought him out we played and had a great bond like I have never experienced with any of my dogs. My family was also at ease because he was the only puppy to interact without

I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I felt warm and safe, but I wasn’t sure why. Then it came to me. I was home. Not just one of the foster homes I had been in before, but a real home. A forever home. A place where I had a mother and a father, and plenty of food and clothes for me. I looked over to where my sister was sleeping peacefully on the bed next to me, and joy made my whole body feel warm.

On 02/19/17, at 4:14pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 3279 Parklane Ave on a possible nuisance dog, owner known. I arrived at the location and spoke to Felcia Salett mother to victim Lakai Jones. Ms. Salett stated that this is not the first time the dogs (large mix breed brown in color and black mix breed dog) have been loose in and around her house. Ms. Salett stated that this was the first instance that one of the dogs came after one of her children. Ms. Salett asked Ms. Jones to explain what took place. Ms. Jones stated she was in the backyard of her resident with a friend when a large mix breed brown dog jumped over fence into their backyard and charged at Ms. Jones, knocking her to the ground. Ms. Jones was able to