People Find Pregnant Pit Bull Shut Inside A Dumpster

People Find Pregnant Pit Bull Shut Inside A Dumpster

“There were people that wanted her because she was a pregnant pit bull, ” said Peters. “But no one had proof of ownership. They just wanted to have her.”

Two days before Christmas, Mary delivered eight puppies. Sadly, one was stillborn. But the rest of the litter is doing great. Peters calls them “little fatcakes of goodness.”

“Mary is just the sweetest dog, ” Peters said. “She is the nicest girl even with a litter of new babies. Even after her ordeal.”

When His K9 Was Attacked, This Cop Knew What He Had To Do

When His K9 Was Attacked, This Cop Knew What He Had To Do

Danielle Martin, executive director of Frankie’s Friends, told The Dodo that the first aid course was funded by Cindy Roberts, the wife of a fallen police officer.

“While the professional handlers of K-9 officers and search-and-rescue dogs are often trained in first aid for people, their knowledge of the K-9 anatomy is often limited,” Martin told The Dodo. “Knowing what to look for, health-wise, can identify issues before they become serious, or even save the dog’s life.”

Indo was rushed to the vet, where he was treated for burns to his face. He spent the next few weeks recuperating at home with Bergman. “At first his mood was down,” Bergman said. “He was very calm, which is not like him. As the days went on, Diesel [Bergman’s own dog, a boxer] brought his spirits up and he got much better.”

This Puppy Was Dumped All Alone Because He Was Different

This Puppy Was Dumped All Alone Because He Was Different

Despite the challenges facing him, Buggy was happy, curious and strong. Bird posted his picture to Norcal’s Facebook page. Bird said not all of the comments were words of encouragement, however. Some people decided that Buggy was suffering because he was deformed and shouldn’t be forced to live.

“One comment said Buggy needed to be rescued from us so he could be euthanized,” Bird said. “I began deleting comments. I wanted to keep positive thoughts only.”

Five Dogs Were Dropped Off In A Parking Lot Looking Like This

Five Dogs Were Dropped Off In A Parking Lot Looking Like This

It’s often said in rescue that we don’t know an animal’s past, but we know that animal’s future.

This was the case with five Lhasa apsos whose owner was referred to Critter Mama Rescue, Inc. in Ruskin, Florida, in February. The dogs’ owner met the group’s founder, Robin Roberts, and several volunteers in a parking lot because he said his landlord didn’t know about the dogs and he didn’t want to get caught with them.

“The concept of having five adoptable, well cared for Lhasas sounded fine,” Roberts, whose group helps people who can no longer care for their animals due to illness or hardship, told The Dodo.

Roberts soon found out this was not to be the case. Roberts and a Critter Mama volunteer, Connie Phoebus, watched anxiously as the owner reached into his van and pulled out the first dog.

Dog Returned To Shelter Twice Was So Scared He Was Shaking In His Kennel

Dog Returned To Shelter Twice Was So Scared He Was Shaking In His Kennel

Chevy was only meant to be a temporary member of Davis’s family, but that changed quickly.

“I did not need another permanent member for my canine family, but there was simply no way that I could let him go,” she said. “He has never had an accident, chewed anything that he wasn’t supposed to or caused a single issue in or outside of my home.”

Chevy’s story is part of my Pit Bull Picture Project. The goal of the project is to show how goofy and lovable pit bulls can be to inspire more adoptions.

The World’s Fluffiest Pit Bull Is Looking For A Family

The World’s Fluffiest Pit Bull Is Looking For A Family

Cassie’s unique looks make her stand out at the shelter, but she is still struggling with her rough past. Rachel Gentz is the dog trainer and rescue coordinator at the Humane Society of Macomb and lead facilitator at Teacher’s Pet, Dogs and Kids Learning Together, a program that pairs troubled kids with shelter dogs in a training workshop so that the kids learn empathy and patience and the dogs become more adoptable.

Cassie will be visiting a juvenile detention center twice a week to work with her human partner. She’ll learn how to trust people, and that she’ll never have to worry again that she won’t get enough food. The young person Cassie is paired with will help Cassie stop jumping on people out of excitement, for instance, by teaching her how to alter that behavior in a positive way. In return, Cassie will help her human partner gain self-respect and pride in the work he or she accomplishes as Cassie improves.

Caring For My Sick Dog Has Made Me A Better Parent

Caring For My Sick Dog Has Made Me A Better Parent

Vector, my 6-year-old rescue dog, was suddenly acting twice his age.

He was wincing, doddering, balking at easy jumps on and off the couch. His back was hunched, his gait narrow and tepid. He wasn’t even greeting his favorite human at the front door upon my return from work.

“Not again,” I thought, kneeling over to caress Vector on the living room floor.

I’d barely crouched down when a rolling blur rounded the corner from the dining room. At a speed seemingly impossible for a 13-month-old to reach, my human son, Nicholas, was bearing down on Vector in his walker – an infant Fred Flintstone about to mess up Dino’s day.

I managed to scoop up Vector a split second before his baby brother’s attempted fratricide. Instead of Vector’s head, the walker slammed into my knees. Nicholas shrieked with laughter while I groaned in pain.

I Sent My Dog And Cat To A Marriage Counselor To Work On Their “Relationship” And Here’s What Happened

I Sent My Dog And Cat To A Marriage Counselor To Work On Their “Relationship” And Here’s What Happened

My cat and dog have THE worst marriage I’ve ever seen. This could be because they’re not actually married… but honestly that’s just the tip of the iceburg. They’re rude to one another. They push each other’s buttons on purpose. I’m not even convinced that they like one another at all. Still, I am determined to help.
That is one pissed cat…
I sent these two to a marriage counselor (me) for an afternoon to attempt to sort out some of their deep rooted marital issues and help them better achieve wedded bliss. From the outset, I was fully aware of the problems associated with me counseling these furry lil chicas:
1. I’m their mother, which means it’s 100% unethical.
2. I’m not a licensed therapist. In fact, my degree is in theatre and has nothing to do with this.
3. They’re not married.
These things are true, yet I was inclined to give it a go. After all, they are pretty much bound together for eternity. Plus my mom is an elementary school guidance counselor, so like… I should be a natural at this, right?
Let’s meet the couple, shall we?
Gilda Radner:
-Gilda, Gilly or Gil for short
-Female
-Age: 3
German Shepherd Collie Mix
-Had a tough start to life as a stray on the streets of Bakersfield, CA
-Adopted in January 2016
-Daddy’s girl
-Likes: squirrels, stealing loaves of bread off the kitchen counter, head scratches, snuggling
-Dislikes: her harness, being told not to eat Marti’s food, the Bulldog who lives across the hallway
Martina McBride:
-Marti for short
-Female
-Age: 3
-Polydactyl Orange Tabby with Alopecia (she’s got lotsa bald spots on her bum and extra toes on her front paws)
-Was surrendered by her previous owner to Best Friend’s Animal Society
-Adopted in May of 2015
-Momma’s girl
-Likes: stealing straws from your cup, playing with straws, face rubs, snuggling
-Dislikes: sudden movements, guitars, not being fed exactly on time
Here. We. Go.
We immediately ran into problems. Gilda arrived promptly for our scheduled meeting. She wiggled around my office (the living room), while Marti hid in the closet to avoid her. Eventually, though, I convinced Marti to join us.
It wasn’t like I dragged her there kicking and screaming hissing, but…
Okay, now we were cookin’!
Even though Marti wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of touching or even sitting within 5 feet of Gilda, I convinced her to join us by offering her a place on my lap. It was a highly unorthodox maneuver — I’ll bet it’s even illegal for a licensed therapist to do this? But I’m not a licensed therapist AND she agreed to it. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was a perfect (wedded) union between canine and feline. Baby steps.
Now that they were both in the same room, it was go time. I attempted to start a lively discussion about how each of them feels in this holy, holy union. Gilda informed Marti that it is exhausting work being the only one working to keep the magic of their relationship alive through spontaneous gestures.
Hearing this, Marti rolled her eyes. Uh oh.
Hostile gestures like eye-rolling are never welcome in my office. I asked Marti if she had anything to say or add to Gilda’s comment, yet she still refused to participate. Instead of forcing her to speak before she was ready, I asked if she would be more comfortable sharing her feelings via writing. I asked her to make a list of changes she’d like to see Gilly make, and to my surprise, she obliged.
What was on the list?
-“Move slower, Gilda. Not so many sudden movements. It’s v scary for me as I am much tinier than u.”
-“Please let me eat my own food instead of stealing it out of my bowl. You have your own food and your own bowl.”
-“Stop being so greedy with mom and dad’s attention. Sometimes I want to hang out with them solo, ya kno?”
-“Plz plz plz don’t act like you want to eat me alive, mmmkay?”
Unfortunately, Gilda did NOT take this list well. She said she was open to constructive criticism, yet when presented with it she shut down. She regressed to juvenile middle school passive-aggressive behavior and gave her wife the silent treatment.
Some therapists would say this kind of behavior could be traced back to Gilda’s relationship with her mother. But I disagree.
Cold. As. Ice. BRRRR…
As I watched this unfold, I couldn’t help but notice that many, if not all, of this couple’s problems stemmed from one larger issue: a lack of trust. This called for the oldest counseling trick in the book: TRUST FALLS.
Listen, I know it’d be cruel to actually drop my cat onto my dog’s head. I knew from the start that I was never going to go through with it… in order for my counseling tactic to work, I only needed them to believe that I was going to drop Marti onto Gilda’s head.
As I held Marti above her wife, I felt the energy in the room shift. The office/living room was now chock full of electric intensity as adrenaline surged through their furry little bodies.
“Here we go. Ready? One… two….”
Yet, instead of “three” I shouted:

…and whisked Marti off to the safety of the coffee table.
A pic taken mere seconds after the faux trust fall. Gilda and Marti attempt to wrap their heads around the experience.
They were both stunned. Marti seemed grateful for the misdirection, but Gilly was confused as to why I aborted operation trust fall. I asked them to sit in silent contemplation for 60 seconds to gather their thoughts on the experience, all the while hoping that perhaps this high stakes experience had helped them bond in a new way.
At this point there were only a few minutes left in our session. I began to wrap things up by asking them what they’d learned from their experiences in therapy that afternoon. But before either of them could answer, my office door (err.. the front door to my apartment) swung open abruptly: Dad was home. 
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gilda trotted to the door to greet her father, while Marti made a mad dash out of the room, most likely to resume hiding in the closet. Here I was thinking we had made progress, but the two still couldn’t stand to be in the same room as one another! I had failed as a marriage counselor! My mom (the real counselor) was going to be so disappointed in me 🙁
CUT TO LATER THAT NIGHT:
Most therapists do not have the luxury of living with their clients (cause that seems like it wouldn’t be allowed, right?), but I only have two clients and luckily they DO live with me. Otherwise, I would have missed this…
THE ‘BOOP’ HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD!!!!
Okay. I know this might look like a trivial little moment, but it was truly HUGE for this duo. Maybe they don’t always get along. (In fact, they rarely do…) But there is some definite affection there sometimes and that’s a start. Obviously my one marriage counseling session with this couple didn’t solve all their problems, but I can honestly say I don’t think they’re gonna get divorced any time soon, mostly because:
–They’re not actually married
–The state doesn’t recognize marriages between animals as binding under the law.
–These two have no human money, and I don’t think a divorce attorney would draw up papers in exchange for a rawhide (Gilly) or some straws (Marti).
Three days post counseling session and we are on our way to bliss…
Maybe I’m not the Cesar Millan of the marriage counseling community, but I AM available for hire for all of your pet marriage needs — and I will gladly accept rawhides and straws as payment.