Since my blog will consist of many stories and anecdotes about my little brood I thought you should meet them. So without further adieu:
This is Johnny Lee Rains. He is a Lhasa-Apso/Poodle mix rescued from the Tulare County SPCA in Visalia, CA. We will be celebrating his 4th birthday August 7th, the day he came to live with us and also the day he moved into my heart forever. His loyalty and love is incredible. He never goes to bed without his momma. Daddy is an early to bed, early to rise fellow, and the our other kids follow suit. But not Johnny. He will snooze on the dog bed in the living room till momma finally hits the hay. I will post a previously written blog about our miraculous meeting very soon.
I'd like to introd
uce you to our sweet and lovely daughter, Pearly Marie Rains (a.k.a. Sissy-lissy and Princess-ey). I rescued this adorable little girl from a puppy mill where she'd been a breeder for as long as she could whelp. Don't be fooled. Puppy mills are not limited to giant commercial operations in the Midwest run by Amish or Mennonite people. They exist anywhere someone learns they can make a few bucks off the backs of poor innocent animals.
I found my Pearl one day when I was driving home from the grocery store, sitting in
a front unkept yard and so matted I couldn't tell what kind of dog she was. The filth she was covered in was evident even from my car. I went home and never forgot the poor "mystery dog" until later one freezing night when I passed the same house and there she was again. Sitting out in the unfenced yard, looking lonely and miserable. I stopped and went to the door and we've lived happily ever after since. Once again there is more to this story which I've already written and will too be posted to this blog soon.
Now we come to Poppy Sue Rains (Below). She too is a puppy mill rescue. I found her when the woman who bred her for sale was walking down the street only blocks from where I found Pearly. She had several dogs of all breeds and sizes trailing after her. Spotting a tiny, hairy mouse-like thing; dragging a piece of garbage three times its size among the pack, I pulled my car over and called out to the woman. She came over and I asked her, "Are those all your dogs?" "Yes," she replied in Spanish. "I sell them." "Well it's not a good idea to have them loose on the street without a leash," I told her. "They could easily get killed by a car."
The woman just stared over past my head and said nothing. "Can I please see that little brown, fuzzy puppy over there?" I asked as I pointed to the pack where the little one still had the giant paper scrap in her teeth.
She went over and picked up the pup, bringing her over to the car so I could see her. I reached out and took the little animal in the arms and saw that it was a little girl puppy. "She's very cute" I said trying not to look too interested.
Just then, someone stopped a car in front of mine, I presumed it was her daughter, and handed the woman a toddler to hold; got back in the car and drove off down the street.
"This is my grand daughter" the woman said.
She then reached in to take the puppy back from me and as I handed it off to her, the baby in the woman's arms made a grab for it.
The pup had obviously been down this road before and began to wail in fear. Being used as a diversion for the babies in the family was something the tiny 1 1/2 pound puppy knew something about.
"You shouldn't let the baby hold the puppy," I said before I could stop myself. "Babies can hurt them." The woman looked a little sad, but defeated and said, "I'll let you have her if you want her." meaning the pup of course.
I paused for a minute, having been forewarned by my husband that we couldn't afford any more dogs with two already at home.
Then I thought of the life the tiny fragile animal would have if I left her behind.
"OK, I'll take her." I said. And with that, Poppy Sue became the fifth member of our family.
This is Johnny Lee Rains. He is a Lhasa-Apso/Poodle mix rescued from the Tulare County SPCA in Visalia, CA. We will be celebrating his 4th birthday August 7th, the day he came to live with us and also the day he moved into my heart forever. His loyalty and love is incredible. He never goes to bed without his momma. Daddy is an early to bed, early to rise fellow, and the our other kids follow suit. But not Johnny. He will snooze on the dog bed in the living room till momma finally hits the hay. I will post a previously written blog about our miraculous meeting very soon.
I'd like to introd
uce you to our sweet and lovely daughter, Pearly Marie Rains (a.k.a. Sissy-lissy and Princess-ey). I rescued this adorable little girl from a puppy mill where she'd been a breeder for as long as she could whelp. Don't be fooled. Puppy mills are not limited to giant commercial operations in the Midwest run by Amish or Mennonite people. They exist anywhere someone learns they can make a few bucks off the backs of poor innocent animals.I found my Pearl one day when I was driving home from the grocery store, sitting in
a front unkept yard and so matted I couldn't tell what kind of dog she was. The filth she was covered in was evident even from my car. I went home and never forgot the poor "mystery dog" until later one freezing night when I passed the same house and there she was again. Sitting out in the unfenced yard, looking lonely and miserable. I stopped and went to the door and we've lived happily ever after since. Once again there is more to this story which I've already written and will too be posted to this blog soon.Now we come to Poppy Sue Rains (Below). She too is a puppy mill rescue. I found her when the woman who bred her for sale was walking down the street only blocks from where I found Pearly. She had several dogs of all breeds and sizes trailing after her. Spotting a tiny, hairy mouse-like thing; dragging a piece of garbage three times its size among the pack, I pulled my car over and called out to the woman. She came over and I asked her, "Are those all your dogs?" "Yes," she replied in Spanish. "I sell them." "Well it's not a good idea to have them loose on the street without a leash," I told her. "They could easily get killed by a car."
The woman just stared over past my head and said nothing. "Can I please see that little brown, fuzzy puppy over there?" I asked as I pointed to the pack where the little one still had the giant paper scrap in her teeth.
She went over and picked up the pup, bringing her over to the car so I could see her. I reached out and took the little animal in the arms and saw that it was a little girl puppy. "She's very cute" I said trying not to look too interested.
Just then, someone stopped a car in front of mine, I presumed it was her daughter, and handed the woman a toddler to hold; got back in the car and drove off down the street.
"This is my grand daughter" the woman said.
She then reached in to take the puppy back from me and as I handed it off to her, the baby in the woman's arms made a grab for it.
The pup had obviously been down this road before and began to wail in fear. Being used as a diversion for the babies in the family was something the tiny 1 1/2 pound puppy knew something about.
"You shouldn't let the baby hold the puppy," I said before I could stop myself. "Babies can hurt them." The woman looked a little sad, but defeated and said, "I'll let you have her if you want her." meaning the pup of course.
I paused for a minute, having been forewarned by my husband that we couldn't afford any more dogs with two already at home.
Then I thought of the life the tiny fragile animal would have if I left her behind.
"OK, I'll take her." I said. And with that, Poppy Sue became the fifth member of our family.
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