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Consider Rescuing a Dog

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I don’t think in all my years I have written to a paper. I have thought about it in my mind but never took the next step. But now there have been so many articles around about rescue pets that I wanted to respond to Brett Freeman’s column, “Who Rescued Whom?

After having three purebreds (a springer and two goldens) one at a time over the years, we said we would never get another dog. But I missed having one so much that I started checking out rescue dogs online at the local shelters. After looking, we ended up at the Danbury Animal Shelter, which must have an excellent photographer because I did not want a pitbull because of their “reputation” and we went to the shelter to look at a beagle/mix. The sad thing is that about 80 percent or more of the dogs at shelters are pitbull mixes that are hard to place. So, somehow, after she crawled across the floor to meet me, just hoping to find a forever home, we took home an obviously abused pitbull/beagle mix, who was rescued from a high-kill shelter in Ohio while pregnant. We have had her for six years now. She still has some issues about men in uniforms, but is a wonderful pet and watchdog. I couldn’t live without her. She is a princess around our house. And all she wants to do is ride in the car, snuggle, lick and get treats. The breed gets such a bad rep.

I have been fighting ovarian cancer for over a year. It isn’t curable. It comes back like a weed. You do whatever you have to do to be positive and keep going. My rescue dog, Pumpkin, is a key player in my success. She wasn’t trained to do anything, just manage to stay alive on the streets, but somehow she knows. When I’m in a good mood, she is just a dog. When I’m having a bad day, due to treatments or my own worries, she somehow just knows. She is by my side, around the house or in bed, just there for a pet, a treat, or a snuggle. She is so much a part of my therapy.

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When I was at Sloan Kettering for a period of time, they have service dogs that come into patient’s rooms, get up into the bed and snuggle with you if you want that. Boy, did that help me. But then you come home to your own (rescue or not) dog and at least for me it helped so much. Any breed can save you—just look around.

So, anyway, my point is: When you are ready to get a dog, please consider a shelter dog. They need you so much. And also consider a pitbull.

Who rescues whom?

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