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March 26, 2008

Meet Fred!

Fred was found as a lost street dog and never claimed. He now has a name and microchip and is looking for his forever home.

Fred is outgoing and friendly. He is up to date on his shots. He was named Fred for his dancing talents. He dances backward when excited. He likes other dogs and loves to sit on your lap and be petted. He is about 3 or 4 years old and weighs 10 pounds. He is heart worm negative and on monthly prevention.

Fred is located in the Houston Texas.


If you are interested in adoption please fill out our Adoption Application. If you would like more information, please contact Margie.

Keep in mind that we prefer to place dogs within driving distance of where they are being fostered. If someone from outside the local area is approved for adoption, they must be willing to fly in to get the dog and that can only happen if the dog is stable enough to travel in the cabin with the passenger.




Fred watching Animal Planet





March 29, 2008

Update!

Fred has been Adopted!



A QUICK RESCUE STORY

I had my friend Fred for two weeks and decided to venture to the family farm. My brother Gary lives there. Gary is a stoic and laconic farmer. Quiet, conservative to the max. Dogs are used to gather cattle and guard the farm. Outside. Animals are useful...... so I was anxious to see how he reacted to Fred. Not exactly his usual animal. Well we arrived at the farm and my brother answered the door. Fred immediately assumed Gary loved him as much as he loved Gary, He wagged his tail, looked up at him, pawed at his leg. Lo and behold, Gary bent down gently, picked up all 10 pounds of my ferocious animal, hugged him and introduced himself. Some time later that evening, I heard talking and this I figured was my farmer brother talking to Fred and holding him in his lap.

Later that evening we heard a knock at the back door and since no doors are locked, Gary let in Bobby, a nearby cowboy that helped Gary on the farm. He made Gary look like a city slicker. Bobby was tall, red faced from wind and sun, gnarled hands, work boots, and a loud booming voice from always working outside. Well, once again Fred pranced up to this large man, and introduced himself in his own special way. Bobby asked what that was and I told him it was my new dog. Bobby just looked and wondered. Some minutes later while sitting in our den, Fred walked over to Bobby and jumped in his lap. Bobby began petting him, and quietly talking to him. Fred fell asleep in this big ol'cowboy's lap, contented and trusting. About 45 minutes later Gary walked Bobby to the back door and said goodbye. He came back into the den and said "good grief! There's a first time for everything". I said "what do you mean?" He said Bobby had never come into the house much less sat and talked for 45 minutes in the last 30 years. I knew it was Fred. Friendly Fred with his unconditional love and trust. Isn't it marvelous what our little friends can do.

Marjorie, I cannot begin to thank you for all your help and information. Most of all for giving me my dear Fred. Not to worry. He will be loved, adored and taken special care of all his life. I hope to go and buy my own crates this weekend so you can have yours back. I will not be able to have Fred's teeth cleaned until school is our as my vet closes at 5 and will not see new dogs on Saturdays as he wants to spend an hour with his new friend. I will let you know when I plan it. Once again thank you so much.

Gwen




June 12, 2008

I thought I would update you on the best dog in the world, FRED!!!!! He continues to be an everyday delight. No mistakes in the house, loves his walker (Yes I am still retiring in June; I will be poor but happy). But Fred is magic. What I say to you is the absolute truth. Fred has learned commands simply by me saying them once or twice. He knows sit, stay, sleepy (means time to get on my bed), he scratches the floor in the kitchen when he needs water, and my knee when he needs to go out. Every time I have to leave when I return he gives me feather kisses on my cheek, just a very light touch of his lips and whiskers on my cheek. He definitely knows what good dog means, and he knows what I love you means because he snuggles and smiles. As you can see I deeply appreciate what you have given to me, and yes I am keeping up with his heart worm and flea medicine. Thank you so much for my Fred at the Farm story on the internet. Thanks for Fred; it means more than I can ever say. Gwen



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