Scout-Free at Last~RIP

It is with a heavy heart that I share a message from Scout’s Mom, Susan, “I have really bad news about Scout. He jumped out of my daughters bedroom window, 2nd floor, yesterday and passed away this morning. We are so sad, we can’t believe this even happened. Just wanted to let you guys know. We love him so much. It’s completely shocking. ~Susan

I hope to talk to Susan over the phone to get more details, but our sadness  is felt and support is offered for Susan and her family through this tragic loss.

I have spoken to Susan and have learned that her 9 year-old daughter tried to grab Scout to prevent him from jumping out.  Scout has always been an escape artist, much like my Ozzie.  I have seen dogs break though screens and windows to get out.  This is so sad.

Scout, Chillin

History:  The rescue community is networked far beyond what most people realize. Scout had been living the last few years in a garage in Wisconsin. So how did we find him? Madison, a wonderful animal advocate and rescuer from Habersham Co. Shelter goes out of her way to drive dogs out of state to adopters and rescue’s. She has a friend in Wisconsin. The friend had been telling Madison of a dog she knew of that they had tried and tried to get to rescue. There aren’t many herding breed rescues up there because where Scout was there wasn’t much call for herd dogs.

Every time a rescue would try and get him they would be turned away. Why? Why would they keep him in a garage? Here’s the story:

Their son wanted a dog. The parents weren’t keen on it, but told the son that if they got a dog for him it was his responsibility, not theirs. Sound familiar?

So they went to the Pet Shop and decided that if they were going to get a dog, they wanted an expensive, good looking dog, you know, it was a “status” thing. So they brought home this adorable fluffy puppy which the son loved…..for a minute….then he was on to the next thing. The parents told him it was his puppy and he had to take care of it. They refused to do it. So out to the garage he went, so he wouldn’t mess up the house, heaven knows training would have been too much to ask! They would toss food in to him and go about their day.

Why didn’t they find him another home? They had paid a lot of money for him and they expected to get it back. He was “for sale”! They weren’t going to just give him away! The cold wisconsin winters he spent trying to keep warm in their garage while they sat by the fire. All he wanted was to be a part of the family….the cute puppy had grown into a beautiful dog, who was smart and had so much to give…so he sat waiting patiently for them to come….

These “adults” who bought a puppy for their son to teach him responsibility were going to show him that they meant it! Hmmm. who was being irresponsible now? What has this boy learned and what will he grow up to be? …..another person who thinks dogs are disposable items they’ve purchased…not living, breathing, feeling, beings with souls.

If you know Aussies at all, you know how loyal and loving they are to their families. All they want in life is to be with you. It doesn’t matter if that means 8 hours in the car, as long as they are with you, a part of your life. They are also highly intelligent and know when things are not right and they worry… I can not imagine what poor Scout went through waiting to be loved by his family….Wondering what he had done wrong…

So, a friend of a friend who knew Maddie began working on the father through the aussie rescue up there. I don’t know all the details, but evidently they threw all the punches, not limited to “bribery” to convince him to let Scout come south to Georgia and Maddie!

I had rescued from Habersham Shelter before, “Little Jack Black” was my first from there! Maddie told them she knew of a rescue called “The Dog Liberator” that could find him a home! So transport was set in motion and while he was on the way, Maddie started sending me pics of him! My heart went out to this sweet boy! She said they potty trained him in 2 days!

Despite his captivity he has shown himself a quick learner and is totally enjoying the love and attention being lavished on him. He loves the couch! I promised we would find him a home where he would never be in the garage, never be left in the cold, but instead would lounge by the warmth of the fire with his family.

I know his perfect family is out there in Dog Liberator world. All the way to Wisconsin they had faith in us, Scout has faith in us…..let’s get him “home!”-vicki


Where’s the ball?

A Message from Reenie:

“Howdy folks. I know I don’t make much noise, and I’m not a needy girl, but enough is enough. I’ve been in rescue for several months now, and I’ve been a really good girl. The people who have fostered me have taught me so much, but I think it’s time I move on. The holidays are just days away, and I kind of feel left behind. I don’t want to raise a ruckus but what does it take for a girl to be noticed? I may not have long silky hair, or blue eyes, but I am gorgeous in my own way. I don’t know anything about Black Dog Syndrome, but I hear people talking about it. Anyway, thanks for listening, and please, if you can help me find a home for the holidays, I’ll be much obliged. ~Reenie

When she looks you in the eye, it feels like she’s looking deep into your soul.  She has an incredible presence that just can’t be captured in pictures or videos. 

Reenie would be happiest in a home with a fenced in yard where she can run and chase toys.   She needs regular exercise and room to run, but she also needs a human companion to play with her (tennis balls are her favorite) and provide minimal supervision during outside time.

She’ll also make a great jogging partner.   Reenie would love to be adopted by a family with other dogs, cats, or kids.  She has lived with other dogs, cats, and an infant.  When play time is over, she can usually be found lying quietly at someone’s feet, rolling over now and then for a tummy rub.

Visions of sugarplums dancing….

Reenie handles new situations and people with ease, is crate/potty trained, and knows basic commands (sit, stay, down), and she appears to be quite a quick study.  She would be a great pet for someone who is looking for an active companion that’s already house and crate trained.  Her photo album can be viewed on Facebook.

Reenie is about 2 years of age, she is heartworm negative now!

12/14/12 Foster Update:

Hi Gisele –

I wanted to give you an update on Reenie and get you a couple new photos.  Looking through her vet records today, I realized she is very close to reaching one year in foster care.  What an awful milestone to reach.  I feel like I’ve failed her.  We’ve tried everything we can think of to promote her; our friends and neighbors have tried to help too.  Because she’s fine with kids, dogs, and cats, housetrained, etc, I was sure she’d be adopted if she could just meet a few new people.  Everyone who meets her loves her – vet techs, neighbors, friends, the trainer, the pet sitter.  I know she doesn’t look a lot like a Border Collie at first glance, but I can see it in the way she moves.  She’s so graceful, and ridiculously smart.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed that she’ll get a real home for Christmas where she gets the love and attention she deserves.  ~Nicole

Reenie at the Dog Park, Playing Nice!

Reenie Practicing Leash Walking!

Please note that Reenie is quite skillful at climbing fences!  A yard with a wooden privacy fence would be a plus for this smart cookie!  If you are interested in meeting her, please email and share such information as:

where you live,

your household composition,

your yard/fence/exercise plan,

pets you have and/or had,

your normal work schedule,

how much time the dog will be alone,

what you are looking for in a dog,

do you have a pool

what contingency plans do you have in place should you no longer be able to care for your dog,

if you rent, do you have landlord approval,

and are you prepared to bring your new dog home if you are approved during your meet?

have you or anyone in your family ever been bitten or traumatized by a dog in the past?

also, provide us with your phone number, home address, including county and zip code

and then we’ll go from there! The more you share the better!

Serena (Reenie) Ready for her new home!



Judge Baloo, the Gentle Giant ~ RIP

01/24/13:  Judge Baloo aka Sammy, passed away today at 4:00 to congestive heart failure due to complications from Addison’s disease. All of us from The Dog Liberator grieve for his family’s loss. Sammy was only two years-old. He will never be forgotten.  This video was created for Ella and Ava.  May their future be filled with many memories of wonderful dogs.





Note:  The song used in Sammy’s video was by George Skaroulis, Vicki Truelove gave me his autographed CD.  It’s amazing music, and available on Amazon and other online stores.  Extra special thanks to Vicki Truelove, Dawn Chapelle, and Anita Barber for helping us rescue this gentle soul.

History: Judge Baloo’s story is different than others. I rescued him at the request of the shelter rescue coordinator, they loved him that much. While he had not had much luck in life, this night his luck would change.

It seems that there was a gentleman living in an area that had a lot of dogs, and did not like dogs. So he was repeatedly calling animal control on a different dog everytime, making up stories to get them removed. The animal control officers had figured out that he was doing this as some of the stories were ridiculous and it was becoming a nuisance.
The wonderful animal control officer, who was also the rescue coordinator, was on duty when another call came in. She arrived in the area and looked around at all the dogs. They weren’t living very good lives and some were tied up. She decided that enough was enough. Baloo caught her eye admist all the mess. She said she saw this beautiful gentle giant coming up to say hello. He looked so out of place here. It wasn’t a farm but a trailer park. He seemed unphased by it all but looked at her as if to say, “Excuse me miss, I really don’t think I belong here, can you help me?” 

The officer knocked on the door of the trailer and someone came to the door.  “Is this your dog?” she asked. “Well, not really, but we have been feeding it.” “He wandered up about 6 months ago and we keep him tied up mostly and feed him.”  “Do you want to keep him?” she asked. “Because I think I can find him a good home.” “Nah, you can have him” So she gently put the leash around his neck and led him to the truck. He didn’t look back.

 Being the holidays adoptions had been slow and intake heavy.  His time began to run out…
The officer had watched as he politely did whatever was asked of him. Once a week a group of special needs kids comes to the shelter to help out with walking the dogs.  They all wanted Baloo. He loved the kids and didn’t mind when they pulled his tail or his ears. They would find the kids sitting with him, laying on him like he was a futon. They started to call him Judge because he seemed to oversee the situation and his eyes seem to look straight through to your soul.
I was on facebook and saw postings pleading for him. The postings were desperate and heartfelt by those that had met him. I’d rescued Little Jack Black from this shelter at the same officers recommendation. I posted that i wanted him. The officer posted back that she had scooped him up and sent him off to the vet the minute she saw my post. She knew I was good for my word and she was desperate to save him. She was overjoyed to get him out!

I sent a text to Dawn, who was already fostering Cindi Loo Hoo, it said ” Would you foster a 100lb couch potato and I sent his shelter picture. She immediately responded with “Yes, Yes, Yes!” She went to meet the animal control officer,(yes, she transports too!) By the time she got home with him she already loved him.  I’ve received several emails from her trying to talk herself out of wanting this boy. She says he’s the best foster she has ever had, and she’s had some good ones!

Even though he had been tied in a yard he still makes no potty mistakes in the house. He is one special boy. Baloo is between one and two years old, neutered, and calm and sweet.
If you are interested in adopting Judge Baloo please contact me at Check out his photo album on facebook.

Update Dec. 30, 2011: Judge Baloo found his family today! He was adopted with a unanimous vote by the Watt family. They had lost one of their beloved dogs a little while ago and had a hole left where she was. Their dog Lola seemed to be missing her companion terribly. So they all came to meet Judge Baloo today in Dahlongega, Ga! and what fun it was! Baloo is such a balanced dog that we feel he will fill the hole in the family and bring it back to balanced again. He loved his two new little girls and Lola. The best part is Jan is our Angel Anita Barber’s sister!!! So Anita was here too! It was a good day! Davidson, N.C. Welcome your new Dog Liberator!!!! wooo-hooo!


Judge was later renamed to Sammy!

Moses the Border Collie pup ~ Adoption Update

Moses, all grown up

01/24/13 Adoption Update:  Moses was born on January 18, 2011 and we adopted him on April 18, 2011. He is just the best dog. Still puppyish in some of his behaviors, but doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He may lick you to death, but never, never hurt anyone. He loves company, especially if they are the canine variety. We’re trying to set him up with play dates with dogs that are his size and bigger. The little dogs get too defensive and aggressive. In fact, when he encounters a dog that’s smaller than he is, he gets down on belly to try to make himself their size. He’s amazing. He’s our boy.

We did get him some training, so he knows his basic commands – sit, stay, down, off, come and he stays close to us. He won’t run away. He can walk off leash a lot of the time when we’re out in a field, but won’t leave our side unless sit’s to chase the stick. But, he’s always on leash when we walk in the neighborhood.

He’s a border collie, Catahoula mix. He just celebrated his 2nd birthday. He has brought us so much love and joy – words can’t express.

Marilynn and Win Martin

History:  Moses is a three-month-old Border Collie puppy who has come to us from Hall County Animal Shelter in north Georgia. When I saw his little face in the shelter photo, my heart just broke. He reminds me so much of Odo, a puppy that I fostered around Christmas. Like Odo, he is black and white with beautiful brown highlights running through his fur. His fur is thick and soft, making him look like a little teddy bear!

Moses is the smallest of the puppies that I am currently fostering, but that doesn’t stop him from playing hard. Granted, he usually ends up on the bottom of the puppy pile, but he’s good with that as long as someone is playing with him! lol

I think that Moses would fit in to almost any household. He doesn’t seem to have any issues, and he is happily crate trained! We’re still working on the housetraining, but clearly that will come in no time at all. All this little fellow needs is a family make his life complete!!!

I haven’t been successful in getting a good photo of him that shows his brown highlights, but I’m still trying! All of his photos are in his photo album.

Moses is being fostered in Winter Park. If you are interested in adopting him, please review our adoption process, then e-mail



April 18th Update:

Moses has been adopted by Marilynn and Win.  They are going to have so much fun together, in both Bokcelia and Indiana!  What adventures they will have!!!

Huckleberry Revisited

I get a lot of email from our followers asking for updates on our dogs. Since Huckleberry’s story was so closely followed and adored, we have decided to write his entire story and publish it!  We have interviewed people, added their comments, gone back through old emails and text messages, and interviewed Huckleberry’s new family to create a complete story from beginning to present.  It’s very impressive!

We waited until after our reunion to publish Huck’s story, and it was worth it!

His book is now available to purchase on Lulu, and will be submitted to all of the major online book stores, like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.  shortly! If you remember, Huckleberry was adopted right before the holidays, and I think it’s fitting that his story is available one year later!

Congratulations to everyone who took part in his very special and dramatic rescue!

Click here to read Huckleberry’s original story


I'm Your Huckleberry!

I’m Your Huckleberry!


Covered in sores, he holds no grudges

Rawhide has a long story, and I’ll try to be brief.  A neighbor of Vicki Truelove asked for help in re-homing a dog that had been abandoned by another neighbor.  The couple had lost their home, and didn’t know what to do for their dog, Hunter.  After a period of time, Vicki’s neighbors took Hunter in, and took care of him.  These good Samaritans had no intention of keeping Hunter.  Vicki sent me Hunters photos, and I was drawn to him… I don’t know why.  We arranged transport, and thanks to some awesome volunteers, including Josh Bergesen, he’s here.

While on transport, Vicki sang to herself, “rolling rolling rolling, keep them doggies rolling…  Rawhide!”  She does this as a way to keep herself awake, and entertained!  Rawhide!”  It was hilarious, so I decided to name him Rawhide!

At first glance I noticed a lot of sores on his head, especially behind his ears and throat.  Then I noticed a deep scar across the top of his head.  As if he had been tied… I’m not sure.  His matting is severe, indicating he has been left outside for a long period of time.  When you see a dog that you know has been left outdoors for some time, you immediately think of heartworm disease.  I brought him to the vet immediately, and he tested positive.  What a blow.  But that’s not all.  The vet identified a heart arrhythmia.  They suggested an ECG, which I approved.  We can not say if his heart arrhythmia is genetic or a result of the heartworm, but common sense dictates it’s a reaction to the heartworms.  Once he is clear, this abnormality should fix itself.  Dr. Oliver is confident that he will recover, and  completed his neuter surgery.  We immediately started his heartworm treatment.

After watching him play with the pups for several days, it dawned on me that he’s not protecting the puppies… he thinks he is a puppy!  He picks up the toys, and plays the “chase me game” and enjoys every second of being a puppy again.  It’s quite amazing.

Rawhide is a phenomenal dog.  He is gentle, kind, patient and loyal.  He will be coming home with me today, where he’ll be back with his litter of rescue puppies, the Toyota pups, and he’ll settle in and rest a while.  Whoever adopts him will be a very lucky person.  I believe he could easily pass Canine Good Citizenship training… he’s that good!

His photo album can be viewed on Facebook.


Rawhide, Now Jake, with his new family!

Rawhide, renamed Jake (I love that name) has been adopted by Angela Saez and her family!  He also got to adopt his own Toyota puppy, Corolla!


I first saw Athena the same way I see most of the dogs I foster– on Facebook.  Athena and her puppy, Eos, were in Gordon County, and their time was running short.  One day after work, Vicki and I hopped in her truck, and drove up to Gordon County.  When we got there, they told us about the two dogs we came to see.  They said the larger one was male, and the puppy a female.  It was quickly evident, however, that the shelter confused their genders.  They told Vicki and I that they couldn’t really get very close to Athena, or Eos, for that matter.  Athena, they said, would get defensive when they tried to get close to her, and Eos just wouldn’t move around.  On this, they were right.  It took Vicki and I hours to get both Athena and Eos leashed up and out of the shelter.

The minute that Athena stepped out of the shelter, something changed.  The defensive, unsure dog we saw inside the shelter turned into a happy, loving, and appreciative young lady.  Eos, though, took a little while to warm up to people.  When we bring in a new foster, we can only guess what they had been through in their last life.  At first, Eos was attached to Athena.  He wouldn’t accept affection from people, and would prefer to lay down across the room from you as opposed to being anywhere near a person.  Athena, like any good mother, sheltered Eos from “scary things.”  If she sensed he felt uneasy, she’d form a cuddly wall between me and Eos, gladly accepting the affection I would give her.  Over time, we watched Eos develop as a puppy, taking baby steps toward trusting people.  All the while, Athena has been our little “Velcro dog.”

Athena spends most of her time hanging out with her best friends- Raider, Daisy, Kyma, Bella, and Paw Paw.  She loves cuddling up next to Steve, Vicki, and I, especially when we’re watching TV or just talking and having a cup of coffee.

Athena is being fostered in the Atlanta, GA area.  If you are interested in her, please email Khaz at

Athena (right) with her Puppy Eos (left)

A Happy Athena with a Happy Khaz!

Friendly Smurf~Adopted

Friendly Smurf at 5 months

This little blue is less than a year old. We believe he is an Aussie Catahoula boy. His owner says he is the most precious couch potato love bucket doggy that ever walked the earth. He is fully housebroken, sits on command, is crate trained, fully up to date on his shots, gets along great with cats and dogs and is spoiled rotten!

Friendly Smurf

If you are interested in meeting one of our dogs or learning more about it, please e-mail us at and let’s get the process going!

Share such information

as where you live,
your household composition,
your yard/fence/exercise plan,
pets you have and/or had,
your normal work schedule,
how much time the dog will be alone,
do you own a pool,
what you are looking for in a dog,
what contingency plans do you have in place should you no longer be able to care for your dog,
if you rent, do you have landlord approval,
are you prepared to bring your new dog home if you are approved after you meet one of our dogs?

Friendly Smurf Today (aka Goose)

Email your answers to, and then we’ll go from there!  The more you share the better!



This is a stunning lethal white Aussie female that was rescued from Georgia and is being fostered by the Baxleys.  She is 3-4 years of age, very intelligent, easy to train and loving.  Diva reminds me a lot of China.  I had the opportunity to personally meet Diva while visiting Hall County Animal Services.  I’m really glad that my daughter Sarah wasn’t with us, or Diva would’ve come home with us.

You should all know by now how much I love these dogs!

When I was in my early twenties, I had a little dog named Mischief, she was a sheltie mix.  My Aunt had come over to visit me, and after a quick look at my dog, she asked me if I knew that my Mischief was blind.  “She is NOT blind!”  I insisted.  My Aunt assured me that she was.  I took her to my local vet, and then to a vision expert and it was true… she was blind but I didn’t know it.  How could that be?  Because Mischief did not act impaired in any way.  She lived for many years, and dozens of people that came to visit could not believe she was blind.  When I met Diva, everyone confirmed that she was not deaf, and has no vision problems whatsoever.  I’m not a vet, and she has not been examined by a specialist, but I can tell you that these dogs are so darn smart, they don’t need their vision or their hearing.  These dogs are the brainiacs of the herding breed!  I have three in my pack, a Collie, a Border Collie, and a deaf/blind Aussie.  It’s the Aussie that’s the most well-trained, intuitive and obedient!  That’s a fact!

See more of photos of Diva on Facebook.

Update:  Diva has been adopted, we will have updates shortly!

Here are other Deaf and/or Blind dogs that have been rescued and adopted by TDL.


Much to the surprise of many people, we do not use an adoption application but rely instead upon an interview process. Because we are a small rescue and keep all of our dogs in foster homes, we shy away from forms that tend to emphasis why someone should not have a dog. The interview process allows us to learn more about our potential adopters and their individual situations, concerns, pros and cons. By knowing more details, we are able to place dogs into homes that other rescues might turn down, because we already know our dogs. We’re small so we don’t need blanket policies that require fences or disallow families with small children or won’t allow senior citizens. We’re focused on bringing together caring people with the right dog.

Whether you are considering an adult dog or a puppy, the first thing you should do is read our article on Starting Your Dog Out Right.  Here you will find not only some good tips but some thoughts to ponder before committing to the responsibilities of caring for a dog.

If you are interested in meeting one of our dogs or learning more about it, please e-mail us at and let’s get the process going! Share such information

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  • your household composition,
  • your yard/fence/exercise plan,
  • pets you have and/or had,
  • your normal work schedule,
  • how much time the dog will be alone,
  • what you are looking for in a dog,
  • do you own a pool,
  • what contingency plans do you have in place should you no longer be able to care for your dog,
  • if you rent, do you have landlord approval,
  • are you prepared to bring your new dog home if you are approved after you meet one of our dogs?

And then we’ll go from there!  The more you share the better!

Shy Sharon~Adopted

Little Red (Shy Sharon) now Ayra with Andres!

August 23, 2012: It happened! Sharon was adopted last night by Andrew Spilling and his girlfriend Melissa. I had a feeling it was a perfect fit. They live in a small apartment, (perfect) will be using a lot of leash-training, (perfect) and have many friends who will provide Sharon with play dates (perfect). Sharon has used my pack as her shield, not really bonding with her human (yet). While she has tolerated me kissing her, etc., she prefers the company of her pack. I am confident that Andrew and Melissa have what it takes to take her to the next level. I may have turned her into a good dog, but they will turn her into a great pet. It took a while sitting on my couch the first night they met, but once Sharon got into Andrew’s lap, and felt the comfort that Melissa provided, she was quite content sitting with the two of them. She actually fell asleep before this photo was taken!

Andrew has that calm energy that everyone talks about! You know, that energy that is not nervous or anxious (like mine). Sharon will gain a lot from this adoption. I can’t wait to get updates!  You can see more of her photos on Facebook.

Shy Sharon

She’s Ready!  Shy Sharon is ready for her new home.  Three months ago she was a feral dog, afraid of every noise, movement and human being.  She adores other dogs and loves to play.  She is only 7 months old.  She has given me permission to cuddle her, kiss her, play with her feet, her ears and her tail.  She is even coming to me when called and taking treats from my hand with ease.  She has also bonded with several of my friends, and especially, my daughter Sarah.  I do not believe Sharon should be adopted by a family with young children.

There are only two things that set Sharon off, and that’s if she is huddled in her crate and you try to put a leash around her neck.  This triggers a very bad memory for her, and she will let you know how uncomfortable she is.  She also needs to be picked up calmly and slowly.  There is no spooking the Little Red.  She needs someone who has a lot of experience rehabilitating a dog, someone who is patient and understanding.  She should always be treated as a flight risk and will need a very safe environment until she is completely rehabilitated.  I adore Shy Sharon.  I hug and kiss her constantly, and I know that when the right person comes along, they will fall head over heels in love.  I realize it might take months before I find the right person to adopt Sharon, and I’m in no hurry!  If you are interested in her, please email me at

Introduction to Rehabilitating Shy Sharon and her History:    I guess it’s Deja Vu week. Shane reminds me of Charlotte, so much that even Charlotte’s owner, Donnie Smith, couldn’t believe it. Chaz reminds me of Jake. Polly Pocket reminded me of Nutella, both were alleged fear biters… yeah, right!  It’s a real joy to foster a dog that you’re familiar with.  You let them go, with a bittersweet feeling, and when they come back to you, as a different dog, it’s just wonderful!  When I first saw Chaz, I said, “I know you, you’re my McDreamy!”

08/2009 Shy Shannon, TDL’s Icon

But Deja Vu week wasn’t over, and this time, I had to take a deep breath when I saw a photo that Vicki sent to me.   What I saw was a terrified, emaciated tiny Border Collie, with giant ears, and stunning green eyes.  She had that look that I had seen before, a look that I’ll never forget.  “That’s Shy Shannon,” I told Vicki.

Shy Shannon was one of my first rescues, and definitely the first dog I had ever rescued from Alabama.  She came to me with Flash Gordon.  She was known as the Pet Store Inmate, and it took me months to rehabilitate her.  She came with an impressive pedigree.  I couldn’t believe the champion bloodline she possessed.  She was no ordinary pet, she was a true herding dog.  She had never touched grass, had very little contact with humans, never played with other dogs, was trained to relieve herself in the pet store’s bathroom (on the floor) and was fearful.  I still have the crate that she was transported in.  Written in big black letters, “DO NOT REMOVE”  She was so underweight, I couldn’t even get her spayed until she gained at least 12 pounds… yet she was only a few months old.  Shy Shannon, now known as Hannah Banana was adopted by retired Veterinarian, Sherry Lee and is now herding sheep on Sherry’s 65 acres!  While I was making copies of Shannon’s paperwork for Sherry, I’ll never forget how hard I was crying.  But I knew I wasn’t the right home for her.  It was the last time I cried during an adoption, and that was on November 15th, 2009.   If you have any doubt how much this scared little pup meant to me, just look at my logo, or look down on your t-shirt because you’re wearing Shy Shannon!

Click here to read about the charges filed on Shannon’s Pet Store Owner.

Shy Shannon

I guess I never realized until now, how much dogs like Shannon and Nutella have taught me.  Again, I was anxious for the challenge.  Vicki shared that this pup has actually nipped and bitten several people.  No one knows why.  No one knows why she’s so afraid of everything.  My job is to figure it out, and correct it.

Sunday, May 13th:

She arrived late Sunday evening, on Mother’s Day, thanks to transporters William, Michelle and my friend Irma!  When I saw her in the back of her plastic crate, I was ready!  She didn’t have on a collar, and being a flight risk, I had to put a slip leash on her right away.  I spent a few minutes trying to get her comfortable, but who was I fooling?  She was so afraid, she had buried her head down into the crate, and her back legs were up in the air, as if she was standing on her head.  “Please don’t touch my face,” she was begging me.  “Please don’t take me out of this crate.”  She had traveled from Atlanta to Orlando, she had to come out and relieve herself, drink some water, and have a bite to eat before calling it a night.  I offered her some hot dog bites, but she would NOT take them.  I caressed her with the leash, and attempted to slip it over her head, and the inevitable happened.  Bam Bam Bam, She rapidly bit me three times… but did not break the skin.  Now just wait one minute!  It’s Mother’s Day, and today I had a flat tire, no flowers, and now a dog just bit me!!!!  Unlike her other humans, I didn’t back away, I was not freaked out, I was ready.  I did not move my hand in fear.  Then I gave her a gentle poke on the side and said, “Ah Ah!  No!”  I left my hand there for her to bite again, but she didn’t.  I attempted to get the leash on her again, and this time, I was successful.

Shy Sharon on Transport

My son and I lifted the crate out of the truck and placed it on the drive way.  I opened the door, and slowly pulled on her leash and until she came out.  She was terrified, but Sgt. Pepper, the puppy who was her transport buddy, came up to her and soothed her.  We gave the dogs some time to do their business, but the shy red girl would not relax enough.  So, Christopher, Irma’s friend, took the shy pup around the house and talked softly to her.  Within a matter of minutes, he picked her up (without being bit) and carried her to my front door.  We gave her some time to meet my Ozzie, and it was time to come inside the house.  We opened the door, and she and Ozzie came in together.  She resisted the leash quite a bit, but I had to move forward.  I brought her to my bedroom, where her crate was ready.  Not a plastic crate, but a wire crate.  I was told that she never leaves the safety of her crate.  Maybe a wire crate would help socialize her rather than a plastic crate, which isolates her.  When I began to put her in her crate, she peed on the floor.  I suspect she peed out of fear.  Again, Christopher spoke to her in an assuring voice.  I put food and water in her crate, and just a few minutes later, I went to bed.  I never heard a sound out of her, but in the morning, she had peed in her crate.  I guess I didn’t wake up early enough?  I noticed that she had not touched her food.


“I’m not budging!”

Monday, May 14th

That Monday morning, when it was time to take the dogs out, again, she resisted leaving her crate.  I noticed that her fear escalated when her front paws left the crate and felt the floor.  I gave her time to leave her crate, but I had to execute.  I could not allow her to flea back in.  When her front paws left the crate and onto the carpet, she peed again… fear.  I lead her to the door, and I let my pack outside into the backyard.  As I sat on the porch, I noticed that she would not leave the cement slab.  When the dogs ran around the yard, happily barking, she cried as she stood on the slab, afraid to leave it, afraid to put her front paws on the grass.  She peed on the concrete!  I called on Ozzie, and attached her leash to his collar.  Ozzie walked her around the yard, where she did her business in the safety of his presence.  Irma and Christopher came over to check on the little red girl, and Christopher noticed her gate, and we wondered if she had sustained an injury to her front legs.  I called my Vet right away, and made an appointment for Thursday.  Again, I offered her some hot dog bites, and she would not comply, however, Ozzie was thrilled to take what she refused.  It was time to come in, and when I opened the door for the pack to come, she bolted through the door and dove into her crate.

Shy Sharon & Sgt. Pepper

I saw a bit of an improvement on Monday evening.  Again, I tethered her to Ozzie, and she did well.  Once I fed all the dogs and let them out in shifts, my kids were fed, the dishwasher was full and running, I sat down on the couch with the remote control and thought to myself, It’s Time!  I got a blanket, asked my son Ryan to hold her leash.  I guided her out of her crate, again, she freaked out once her front paws left the crate and landed on the ground, I handed Ryan the leash, and placed a blanked around her, and picked her up.  I thought sure she would try to bite me again, but she didn’t.  I sat on the couch and placed her on top of me.  She was NOT happy!  She shook in fear, constantly looking around with incredible nervousness.  I rubbed her body and felt which areas made her shake more, and which areas helped her to relax.  Definitely the back of the neck and the base of her skull was her favorite place.  At times I had to hold her tight, to prevent her from escaping, but she did very well.  After about ten minutes, she relaxed, and I felt that I had succeeded.  I wasn’t going to push my luck, so I let her go and she eased over a bit on the couch near Ozzie, and they placed kissy face for about 20 minutes. But before leaving, she had to eat.  I got some canned food, put it in a bowl, and asked my daughter’s friend, 9 year-old Danielle to give the pup the bowl.  Danielle is a very soft, patient child.  She moves slowly, and respects the dogs.  She did very well helping me socialize Polly Pocket last week!  She presented the bowl of food, and the pup wouldn’t eat.  I asked Danielle to turn her back to the pup, don’t look at her.  The moment Danielle ignored the pup, she cleaned her bowl!    I let the pack out later that evening for their last run, and she did well, this time her feet left the concrete and she ran around a bit!  Before coming in for the night, my neighbor came over to the fence and I asked him to tell me who this pup reminded him of.  Immediately, he shouted, “That’s Shy Shannon!”  I knew I wasn’t crazy!  You see it’s not just what she looks like, it’s her condition, her age, and her demeanor.

Later that night I called Vicki, proof positive that I know what happened to this pup, and why she must bite.  It was obvious to me.  Vicki agreed, it all made sense.  The pup gave me all of the clues, I just had to put the puzzle together… and in my opinion, all of the pieces fit.  I’m waiting for Thursday for the vet to confirm or deny my suspicion.  But one thing is for sure, I don’t blame this pup one bit!  I also called Khaz, asking about the pups interactions with the people at K9 Coach which confirmed my suspicions even more.


Tuesday, May 15th:

Tuesday morning I decided that I will no longer guide her outside by her leash.  I will open her crate door, and she can come outside when she’s ready.  I also did not use Ozzie.  I let the pack outside, and eventually she left the safety of her crate, ran back to it, left it, ran back to it again, until she finally walked out the door.  She bolted freely around the yard.  It wasn’t long before she was running like the wind.  Greeting every dog, and inviting them to play.  Sgt. Pepper was at the vet, so she had to find another playmate.  My volunteer, Emily Kennedy came over for a visit, and wanted to help, so we cut up some hot dogs, and with time and patience, the shy red girl took a hot dog from her hand.  That was a huge step.  I decided that very soon, I would leave the crate door open for her, so she can come and go as she finds her courage!

Those Green Eyes

Tuesday evening, I watched her run just like Shy Shannon.  As if she just got brand new legs, had never used them before, and thought they were awesome, so awesome that she was really going to try them out!  She invited each dog to play with her, and this time China joined her!  I lost count of the number of play bows the two of them exchanged!  This pup so desperately wants to be loved, get attention, and be accepted, but only by dogs, not by humans… yet.  Once again, everyone had been fed and let out in shifts, and it was time for America’s Got Talent.  I figured it’s time to take this to the next level.  I opened her crate door, and let her exercise going in and out as she pleases.  Realize that my place on our couch is right next to the crates, so I never miss a thing!

I watched her take one step into the living room, then dart back on the porch, then two steps, peeking into the kitchen, and fearfully running back in the porch and diving into her crate.  This went on for twenty minutes, and I couldn’t take it anymore.  I couldn’t sit there and watch this little pup’s insecurities and fear get the best of her.  She was stuck and she needed help.  I picked up her leash, and guided her onto the couch again.  Realize that I ask my fosters not to allow dogs on the furniture!  Woops!  This time, she made herself comfortable immediately!  She stretched out and relaxed.  There was a pillow next to her that she used as a shield, and that little pillow made her feel safe.  Ozzie jumped up for a few minutes, they played kissy face again, and he disappeared.  She was very content, I even stretched out next to her, her face right next to mine, and she sniffed me quite a bit.  Again, I’m not going to push my luck.  We watched the show for a bit, as my kids took turns sitting next to her, being careful not to make eye contact, and extending their hand toward her so she could sniff.  At one point she licked Ryan’s hand.  Several times she leaned her head back and sniffed my face, and I even began to play with her snout, and she play bit my hand a bit, very gently.  It was late, and time for bed.  I guided her off the couch, and she dove into her crate.  I think it was a very good day!

I don’t think she will bite anyone in my home, but her visit to the vet is Thursday.  It will be a test.  I have specifically asked for Dr. Oliver, and hand picked my Vet tech, Sean.  I think Sean has the energy she needs.  She has shown me that she is not as afraid of men as she is with women.  When I bring her home from the vet, I will decide if I will tie her leash around my waist to help her get to the next level, which is housebreaking.



It’s Wednesday morning, as I’m writing this.  I knew that so many things would happen so fast, I had to write it down before my Mom-nesia kicks in and I forget everything.  So what’s the point of sharing all of this?  Do I think that my honesty about this little pup will prevent her from being adopted?  No!  When I started this rescue, I wanted to give as much information about each of my dogs as possible so adopters can make informed decisions, not impulsive ones.

Shannon Today

My point to this post is to help others who just might be thinking about adopting a shy fearful pup, or rescuing one from a pound, or maybe taking in a terrified stray.  Give yourself time to observe, ask yourself a list questions, and wait for the dog to answer them for you.  In the case of Shy Shannon, she had not been abused physically, but she was not valued or respected.  Shannon was a commodity, she was revenue.  Her breeder sold her to a pet store, and left her there for months.  Why?  Was her split face not desirable?  Seriously?  If Denise Pruitt Hoyle would not have purchased her from that pet store, in an attempt to buy her freedom, I don’t know what would’ve happened to Shannon.  Her muscles were starting to atrophy, she was consumed with worms, and terrified.

This little red girl, whom I’ve named Shy Sharon, was owned, and her owners had high hopes for her, yet surrendered her to Vicki Truelove.  I can not share any more details about her past at this time.

“And that’s all I’m going to say about that”  Forrest Gump

Does The Dog Liberator take in dogs that bite?  We do not take in adult dogs with a bite history.  All of our dogs are carefully evaluated and temperament tested before we rescue them by our awesome volunteers.  But in this case, this is just a young pup, not even six months old.  This is what rescues do!  One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.  Sharon is a treasure!


Wednesday, May 16th:

Shy Sharon has big ears to fill!

I’m almost up to speed documenting the events that have happened so far.  This morning, I opened her crate, and let out the pack.  Again, she ran around with joy, initiating play and if no one wanted to play with her, she ran anyway!  This time, when I let the pack inside, I did not close her crate door!  It has taken an hour, while I type this post, for her to come all the way to my computer, but she did it!  She sniffed around, and managed to get past the couch, to join Lady Di and China who are at my feet!  Now she has retreated to her crate for a nap!  Today should be a blast.

Toward the end of last year, this rescue suffered quite a bit.  It seemed like a black cloud was following me.  While I may appear tough on the surface, I’m really not!  I took almost three months off just to grieve, and have a pity party.  Fostering Pippa was my first day back to work, and she was a big help.  She brought me joy, but not purpose.  Don’t get me wrong, I love all of my foster dogs, but fostering Shy Sharon is my calling!  Everything else I do running this rescue, is my job, but rehabilitating a dog like this is the real reason why I’m here.  We all want to be needed, wanted and appreciated.  Finally, because of Shy Sharon, I’m in the zone!  Some dogs are just clearly TDL dogs, and that’s all I’m going to say about that!

~Stay Tuned!

Wednesday evening was no picnic.  Mom always said be careful what you wish for!  Sharon has found so much joy, it’s created more work on my part.  Tonight, the pack didn’t want to go outside, it was raining.  But Sharon did.  The problem was getting her back in.  I guess Sharon decided to play tag.  She ran back and forth, around and around, looked back at me a few times, and asked me to chase her.  After an hour of this I said, ENOUGH!  I used treats with no success, so finally, I asked Ryan to stand watch, and ran around Sharon, copying her, darted inside the house, and she followed as Ryan quickly closed the door!


Thursday, May 17th:

Ozzie, a true friend

It’s vet day!  I got everything ready, and at the last moment I decided to take Ozzie with us.  What a life-saver he is.  Sharon was not nearly as stressed having Ozzie with her.  I picked her up and put her in the back seat without any problems.  Getting her out of the car, however, was not that easy.  When I sent to pick her up, she did her quick sharp look, and thought about biting my hand before it got too close to her.  I corrected her, and she got out of the car on her own.


At the vet, she did very well.  Ozzie just stretched out on the cold floor, and she did the same.  When it was my turn, Sean and I walked down the hallway to the weigh scale.  It’s a very confined area, and I expected Sharon to freak out.  She hopped up on the scale, a whopping 14.8 pounds.  Dr. Oliver estimated her age to be 5 months.  He thinks she is stunningly gorgeous.  She is very underweight, and we will schedule her spay maybe next week.  Sean and George did a fecal, and she tested positive for hook worms.  I started her treatment and I also asked for Mirtazapine tablets to increase her appetite.

One thing we did discuss was her front feet.  While Dr. Oliver confirmed that they have not been broken in any way, and she is not experiencing any pain, her front feet are extended a bit.  I believe that she was handled roughly while being removed from her crate, her front paws got stuck, and caused her quite a bit of pain.  This explains everything.  Why she does not want to be physically removed, why she only feels safe while in the crate, and why she desperately does not want to be removed from the crate.  Whatever happened to her, it created quite a bit of trauma.  Once I noticed her fear of being removed from the crate, I put her in a crate that has a Kuranda bed in it.  This helps her transition from crate to floor.  It’s working!

She was awesome Thursday evening.  She ran with the pack and ate very well.  When it came time for me to sit on the couch and relax, she slowly approached me, looked at the couch a few times, wondering how she could participate in her nightly routine of sitting next to me.  She didn’t have the courage to just make herself at home and jump up, so I guided her with the leash, and when she was close to the couch, she willingly and happily jumped up.  This girl gets it!  She is smart as a whip.  When I offered her some hot dog bites, she ever so gently removed them from my fingers.  I could not believe how softly she took treats, which clearly tells me she doesn’t mean to harm.  She will accept Ryan but she has not yet accepted my daughter, Sarah.  Every day is an adventure!


aka Little Red

Saturday May 19th:

Friday was very uneventful, except that I can’t get her to really eat, even with appetite stimulants.  UGH!  She is getting out of crate with more ease, and following the pack nicely.  Saturday morning, however, I woke up, opened my bedroom door, and was greeted by my daughter Sarah, and Shy Sharon, on the couch together, watching cartoons!  Sarah… she’s one determined little 9 year-old!


Monday, May 21st:

Marjie Wolfe brought KiKi today.  When we finished taking pictures of Kiki and talking about her history and medical status, Marjie wanted to meet the little red girl.  I brought her up on the couch, and with patience, Marjie got to pet her.  We chopped up some hot dogs, and even though it took almost an hour, Marjie managed to get Shy Sharon’s to take her medicine.  This little girl inspects every bite she eats, and spits her pills out with precision!


I just love her!

Wednesday, May 23rd:

What the heck happened?  I worked all day on the computer yesterday, letting dogs in and out all day long, but something happened.  Shy Sharon is almost right back where she started from.  I invited her on the couch to share our evening routine and she was scared, nervous, and unsure.  She acted like she has never seen me or Ryan.  I was devastated.

I called Paul Pipitone this morning, and it’s time to tether her to my waist.  As I write this, she is wearing a leash, that’s attached to a leash which is tied around my waist.  She’s not happy about it, but let’s give this time.  I’m not giving up on her.  Paul could not believe that she was so terrified and only 5 months old.  I CAN turn this around!

Noon: I had a handful of left over turkey, and a few steak bites (my son Ryan rarely lets leftovers survive in the fridge) and I sat down and…. TAUGHT SHY SHARON HOW TO SIT!!!!!

that little fox look

Wednesday, May 30th:

So much has happened so quickly. Sharon enters and exists door ways now, she wanders freely from her crate to the living room. She has jumped up on the couch without coaxing for her regularly scheduled human cuddle time. She has been getting my attention when she needs to relieve herself (great sign). She has snuggled up to Sarah, putting her head in her lap and falling asleep. She has nuzzled herself between me and the couch, sticking her nose in my armpit, and snoozing for an hour or so. She is NOT afraid of thunder, which is awesome.  She is still afraid to quick movements, and loud noises made by people, but it’s getting better.

At this point, Sharon’s desire to run is unbelievable!  She will need a lot of land to play in, should have one or more dogs to help train her, and should only be adopted by a family with older children.   I absolutely love fostering her!

Saturday, June 2:

Emily and Sharon!

I got it!  A wag!  Sharon wagged her tail for quite some time yesterday, while playing with Ozzie and China in the living room.  It was awesome.  She is also really starting to play with her ball, and of course, I’m playing with her too!  She gets very nervous when people walk up to her too quickly, but once the person sits down, she’s okay.  I think seeing people so tall, intimidates her.  She is checking out the rest of the house slowly, one room at a time, and doesn’t hesitate to get out of her crate to explore!  It’s all good!  She met with Emily again, and this time after a noise scared her, she landed in Emily’s lap! So the trust factor is in the works!


Friday, June 15th:

Two days ago, I realized that I’ve had Sharon for one month.  I still see three steps forward and two steps back,but there are a lot of improvements in certain areas.  I had a lot of the kids’ friends over lately, and she is getting used to strangers and mayhem!  But with BB out of the woods, KiKi and Jubilee adopted, I’ve had more time to spend with Sharon, so it’s back to my bedroom every night (on leash of course).    She did really well the night of the 13th.  At one point, I felt her paws rest on my hands, and she stayed close to me.  Again, last night, she slept with me, and this time, I didn’t hold the leash.  She was quite happy being close to me.

We still have our own personal time every single night, on the couch.  We watch shows together, and she watches as people travel throughout the house, still a bit fearful.  Megan, my dearest friend from Boston, spent a few days with us, and Sharon accepted her without any hesitation.   Wow!  Danielle and Emily have visited as well, and it doesn’t take long for Sharon to remember them.  One thing is for sure, she is madly in love with my Ozzie, Lady Di and China.  Without my pack, she would’ve never come this far.

It will take a special person, with experience, to adopt Sharon.  I don’t think we’re just dealing with an abused shy fearful dog here, I think she was feral, and we are both traveling down a road, one that we have never been.  I’m confident that we’ll get there and I’m enjoying every minute of it.


Monday, June 25th:

It was last week that I noticed Little Red was really coming around.  I’ve been calling her Little Red, I guess to prevent myself from getting too attached…. it hasn’t worked one bit!  Little Red has been sleeping with me every night, getting closer and closer, and sleeping with ease so I know she’s not scared of me at all.  She has jumped up on the couch without being dragged over to it.  She has slept on the couch with both my daughter Sarah, and her friend Danielle, and she no longer gets jumpy when my son, Ryan stomps into the room and plops on the couch.  In short, she’s okay with us.  But what I realized was when I looked at the calendar, it had been seven weeks.  Somewhere seven weeks meant something to me… but what?

It took seven weeks exactly for my China to let me touch her.  During those seven weeks she stayed hidden in my daughter’s closet.  So maybe seven weeks is a magic time frame that a dog needs to feel safe?  I’m not sure.  Regardless, Little Red is ready.  Is she fully rehabilitated?  Absolutely Not!

Little Red needs a special home, and must be adopted locally.  I have made a lifelong commitment to her, and like all TDL dogs, she will not fall through the cracks.   It’s time for her next Vet visit, and if I can afford it, I’d like to have her DNA tested!

I love Little Red.  She has this softness to her that is hard to explain.  When she takes a treat, she is the most gentle dog I’ve had.  When she leans her head back onto you, asking for her neck to be rubbed, she is genuinely reaching out.  She even exposes her belly for a rub now, it’s so cool!  All she needs is a few minutes when meeting new people, and if you give her time and patience to figure out for herself that you mean to harm, she is fine!

I’m in no hurry to re-home her, but it’s time to start interviewing prospects, she deserves the best!


Shy Sharon with our newest pack member, Rocco

Saturday, July 14th:

I knew that once Little Red felt safe here, her progress would be fast, and it really has been.  She has not had the courage to visit the right side of the house, the long hallway where my children’s bedrooms are.  But Sarah thought it was time, so she took her into her room, and Red loved it.   What’s more important is that Red felt safe, and now she has conquered the entire house without being harmed, so her self-esteem sky rocketed through the roof!  That night she ran all over the house, playing catch me if you can, with my pack, jumping on the couch, off the couch, and taking hide and go seek to a new level!  It was the first time she played in the house with ease and freedom, and I know that she felt joy, real joy.  Even thought she has a long way to go, I think she’s ready to bond with her new human, and adjust to her new home!  Woo hoo Little Red!




Eos, hanging out at K-9 Coach!






Athena with Steve

Eos is not ready


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Frenchy~in Georgia-ADOPTED!

Frenchy's new Family


Frenchy’s path and mine kept crossing. I got a picture of her in a text from Amy at a high kill shelter. It was one of those weeks, the shelter was running over and there was a line of people surrendering their pets. Several volunteers were at the shelter trying to see what they could do to help. They were telling people of other options and places to get help, instead of surrendering their pet to die.

The reality was if they were owner surrendered they would be put down.

Frenchy’s mom pulled up and got out with her, Frenchy obviously petrified. Amy asked her why? She was her mother’s dog and was too strong on the leash for her because of some aliments. Has she had any training? No. Would you consider training? Maybe. Would you take her back home and see if we can help? She will die if you take her in there!
Okay, she said. Frenchy got a reprieve.

Amy sent me a text and said can you help? I offered my training services at no cost. Nothing was arranged. Since we heard nothing from them we hoped against hope that Frenchy was going to get to stay in her home.

Several weeks later I get another text….she’s back with Frenchy…do you have room…Amy had again intercepted her in the parking lot…I didn’t have room but would work on it…

I had to go out of town, while out of town, I get another text, they tried to bring Frenchy to the shelter but they were closed, get me her number! I decided that fate had intervened in Frenchy’s behalf 3 times….it must be a sign…Frenchy has a job here, someone she is supposed to help in some way by being a part of their life. I called the owner and told her we would take her, please give me a few days to get it arranged. She agreed.

Dawn, one of our amazing fosters, got a text from me, can you help? She immediately said yes.
Dawn and I set out to pick up Frenchy from the only home she ever knew.

When we arrived Frenchy greeted us and was very sweet and loving. I proceeded with a long list of questions for them so that I could get the best picture of Frenchy’s life as possible.

The first thing I noticed was no fenced yard. Nope, they had never had one, so when they took her on walks she was full of energy, so they didn’t take her on walks anymore…
She got excited when she saw other dogs…had she ever played with other dogs much…no, not a lot
She also didn’t like to be tied up during storms.
Frenchy is house trained and has a always slept in the house. There are 2 grandkids that live there and she loves them, both boys, and they love her.
I noticed right away the pink around her eyes and ears, that her coat wasn’t great, dry skin..hmmm, what does she eat? Frenchy had been eating a food she was allergic to. We’ll fix that.

Then came time to say good bye. There were tears by all. Frenchy was amazingly calm, yet confused.
She traveled great in the car, looking at us, asking what was happening.


Owner surrenders are tough on everyone involved, but for rescuers, well, it takes a lot of love and a tough skin because your energy must be good and positive so not to alarm the dog.
Frenchy lucked out with Dawn, because there is no better.

Dawn reports that Frenchy is having a blast at her house playing in her fenced yard with all the other dogs! Dawn also fosters our Serena. Frenchy has taken an interest in toys now and is just a joy! Her coat and skin already look better now that she is on a food with out corn.

Frenchy(called Pinky) by her foster, is 6 years old. She had shots but was due again, she is hw negative. If you are the one Frenchy is looking for please contact me at

June 20, foster update: Frenchy’s foster Dawn says that Frenchy is a love, she is definitely a velcro dog, just wants to be with you! She is learning he manners fast! Frenchy is enjoying playing in the fenced yard and hanging on the porch with her foster mom and fellow foster dog Serena. Serena and Frenchy have a blast playing!

View Frenchy’s video on YouTube


Peggy Baxley, a wonderful caring volunteer from Hall Co. tagged me with Jazzy’s picture on Facebook. So cute, but was there a typo? It said 12lbs. I had never seen a border collie that was 12 lbs! So I messaged her back. Did you mean 21lbs? Nope she said,not a typo!

It was a mini-mini border collie! I shared her pic and immediately had a foster and sponsor for her! I’m late in posting this story because she was adopted almost immediately!

The papers said this little girl was picked up stray in Gainesville near a backyard breeder. Her back legs were weak from being crated all the time, only around 1 to 2 years old she had obviously had several litters of pups. When she first came into foster, she didn’t want other dogs approaching her. A side effect of being bred. She is such a sweetheart! Thanks to the care of her foster she gradually found her joy again. Trips to the dog park proved to be lots of fun for her.

There was so much interest in her we were immediately wading through applications. One stood out to us, and so Jazzy took a trip on P.E.T.S. LLC to Pennsylvannia where she is the apple of her moms eye!
Jazzy’s mom had recently lost her border collie of 14 years. She was devastated and needed Jazzy to fill the hole in her heart. We are happy to report that they were immediately in love!-vicki

Little Amy (aka Rizzo!)~Adopted

I was in Nashville at a trainers conference when a text came across my phone. There was a picture of a frightened, beautiful, little pup. The text read…”owner surrender, relined for in the morning…can you save her please?” Amy Adams is one of the angels that looks over the Clayton Co. shelter. She is an aussie owner and watches for them in the shelter. I texted back that I was out of town and had no foster or funds.

Amy began raising funds for this little girl on their Facebook page. She texted back at 11pm that she had gotten full sponsorship for this baby to get her out of the shelter. Sadly, I still had no foster..without fosters we can’t save dogs no matter how much money is raised in their behalf. It is one of the frustrating things we deal with in rescue.
I texted Amy and asked her to find someone else…nothing I could do…I had no place for her to go.
Please she said, she is so scared and confused, she doesn’t deserve to be here…

None of them do, deserve it that is. The volunteers don’t deserve to have to look in to their faces and not be able to offer hope. The shelter workers don’t deserve to have to euthanize these babies every week, they don’t deserve to have to hear the same excuses over and over. Rescues don’t deserve to have to go to bed with the helpless, hopeless feeling they have when they desperately want to save these dogs and have no fosters or funds. But it happens anyway.

I sent out a 911 email to those who had fostered for us asking if anyone could take her.  Amy texted back and said she could keep her until I found a foster…just couldn’t let her die.  Okay! Get her! I texted back.

So volunteer Angel Amy tucked her into her car and took her home, she would at least sleep without fear tonight. So I named her Amy after her angel who fought so hard for her.

Amy is a 6 month old aussie/border collie pup who is full of life and energy! She is house trained, crate trained and just a sweetheart!

Amy is looking for a home where she will receive lots of attention, maybe have another pup or dog to play with. She would like to have some bones to chew for her teething.

Amy prefers a nice soft bed in her crate to sleep on. She already walks great on a leash, responds immediately to commands, sleeps thru the night, and plays great with my pack of austrailian shepherds. She would prefer a fenced yard so she can run and get her puppy joy out, but would be ok with out it. She is calm in the house for a pup. Readily taking cues from her pack.

Her favorite meal is Andi Brown’s Spots Stew made lovingly by her foster.
Believe it or not she rides great in the car and is always eager to jump in. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, she loves to watch American Idol and The Voice! a real music lover!- vicki

For info on this baby doll contact

Amy likes Idol!

The Fonz~Adopted!

Will and Cliff getting some puppy love

The Fonz is in the house! Fonzi is a 3mo old aussie mix puppy rescued from a high kill shelter in North Georgia. He was all alone in that scary place and well, who could resist that face! The volunteer that met Kathy called me and said, can I put this one in the car too? of course, we said yes! He will never be alone again!

Kathy Keith drove up to get him and deliver him safely to his foster Candi Hay.

Fonzi gets along famously with the fosters two mini-aussies. He loves to play and she reports he is so very, very smart! He figures out the routine very quickly. Fonzi seems to make himself at home right away. He really loves to be in your lap or at your feet. That’s the aussie in him.

Who could leave that face in a shelter? Well, not us! Whoever adopts this boy will her very lucky!

Slider-the forgotten puppy~Adopted


Slider along with his litter mates were rescued from a high kill north georgia shelter. Their chances of survival there were small. Owner surrendered from an irresponsible owner who didn’t want puppies, but didn’t spay their dog…His mother was an aussie, dad remains anonymous… He is beautiful, his pictures don’t do him justice and I hope we can get better ones.

Slider was a Top Gun puppy. But when transport became available, he had a cold so he had not had his surgery. He watched as his litter mates drove off to their new lives, Goose, Hollywood, and Maverick left on transport to florida. They are all with their forever families now….

Slider missed his buddies but soon began attaching to his temporary foster mom. Well, we had to move him to a more permanent foster as we waited for his surgery.

Now it seems he’s forgotten ….

He is a beautiful puppy, smart, playful and loving. He is spending valuable time in foster when he needs his family. He wants to bad to attach to Erin his foster, to be her “guy”. We keep telling him that his family is coming…soon….

He is house and crate trained, probably 6mo old and just a joy! He plays well with other dogs and is very attentive.

Are you looking for a companion? sports dog? walking partner? you name it he fits the bill.
Slider is interviewing for his new family.

Laverne and Shirley ~Adopted

Laverne & Shirley


Rescued by Vicki Truelove, these two little darlings are being fostered in Marietta Georgia.  Vicki will fill us in with more details, but for now we believe they are about 5-6 months of age, they are very petite and have short little tails.  After careful research, there are purebred Border Collies born without tails.  I personally knew of one many years ago who probably didn’t weigh more than 12 pounds, and she too did not have a tail, and she was a registered purebred with ABCA!

Vicki Writes:  Laverne and Shirley had a photo shoot today at the agility trial!  Thank you Phyllis Ensley Photography for doing this for these girls!  They were a hit at the show!These girls are 5 to 6 mo. old and are petite border collie’s with no tail!  They are so precious and smart! Hurry if you are interested because the foster might run off with them!-vicki (

While we wait for a detailed description of these two cutie pies, here are some of their stunning photos!

To see all of their photos, visit their photo album on Facebook.

update March: Laverne has gone home and Shirley is still waiting. She is such a smart and sweet girl! She is house trained and crate trained! Shirley loves to play fetch and follow you wherever you go! She will be a true companion to the person who is looking for a dog to share their life. Shirley plays well with the other border collies at her foster home . We believe she will be petite, not more than 30lbs or so. Very athletic, and then when play is over will crawl up into your lap. Her foster has done a great job in loving her and she has responded! We don’t know why these two precious babies were dumped at the shelter. Our suspicion is that the owner had a litter and couldn’t sell them in this market for a lot of money. Once they realized that, they were dumped at the shelter. Maybe they thought they would keep them, but then they realized it was too expensive for them. Regardless of why, Laverne and Shirley arrived in this world through irresponsibility . But they will enjoy their life with a loving family who understands what it is to be responsible for a dog!!!!-vicki




Clyde just chillaxin'!

Clyde is a precious jack russel mix pup. He and Bonnie are litter mates. Everyone wanted Bonnie to rescue, but all wanted to leave Clyde behind to die. The herding rescues didn’t want a dog that wasn’t a herd dog. The bottom line is that Bonnie and Clyde were litter mates, they had the same mom, we really have no idea what she was. Clyde is smaller than Bonnie and so thin that his ribs and hip bones were showing. It’s obvious that he was the runt of the litter and pushed away from the food by others. This high kill shelter in Georgia was overflowing this week, 75 dogs came in on one day. They normally euthanize twice a week, but this week they had to add a third day as they had no room for the dogs coming in. Some dogs who were owner surrendered were taken to the back and euthanized immediately.

The volunteers were texting me saying that Bonnie had rescue but not Clyde, that he would die. I am a believer in taking the whole litter, not picking certain ones and then leaving others to the fate of the heartstick, how cruel. I believe that the pups know, they know when dogs are dying and they know when it is their littermate.

Freedom is Fun!

Amy and Maria worked tirelessly to get as many dogs out with short notice as they could. They told the other rescues that they wanted them to take both. But due to financial concerns could not. Grab’em I said. So Bonnie AND CLYDE were put into Amy’s car. He is so sweet and scared. It’s as if he knew he almost died, that he wasn’t wanted. He was used to it, he wasn’t allowed to eat much either, dropped off at the shelter unwanted and because of that would be the first to die on the cold concrete floor by a lethal stick to his heart. Not today Clyde! YOu are wanted, you are loved! You will eat and play! Clyde rode in my car quietly and thankfully, made no mistakes and joyfully bounded into the fosters yard! Clyde is very athletic! He can jump! He would make a great flyball candidate! He is more active than his sister Bonnie and loves to play. He ate his dinner fast and with pure gratefulness.



No he is not a border collie, but jack russells are great on farms, great family dogs, and great in sports. Clyde would love a family where he was loved and cherished… he doesn’t know what that is.. for more info on adopting Clyde contact Feb. 24 foster update: Clyde is doing great in foster.

He is crate trained and has made no mistakes in the house. He is very playful and learning a lot from the fosters border collie Chloe. She even lets him sleep on her bed and lays next to him. He can jump like a pro but only if he wants to be with you. Clyde has learned the fosters routine and sleeps through the night.

Clyde has been adopted by Jack!

Taking a break from reading his dads new movie script!



Bonnie-My Bonnie Lass~Adopted

Bonnie pleading…

Bonnie’s heart wrenching picture was posted on my Facebook page. A beautiful puppy with one paw on the cage looking pleadingly at someone to get her out of this kill shelter. What did I do wrong she asks? Why do I have to die? I was a good girl I thought…I don’t understand.

My heart was breaking for her… puppies only want love and they give it so freely. I will never understand how someone can take puppies to a kill shelter. Their is excuse is always, “I didn’t want puppies!” THEN SPAY YOUR DOG!!!!! UGH!

This shelter sent out a 911 that they had taken in 75 dogs in one day! They euthanize twice a week but this week they were adding a third day. The wonderful volunteers were in panic mode contacting rescues who were running to the shelter to save dogs, sometimes too late. Amy and Maria work so hard to save these poor souls from the fate of the heartsick.

There was a rescue that wanted Bonnie, but not her brother Clyde, he would be left to die. I agreed to take them both. Amy and Maria put them in their car and I searched for a foster. Don M. a first time foster agreed to help.

Little Bonnie rode all day in the car, never made a peep or a mess! She was just trying to figure out what was going to happen to her next. When I took her she looked at me with those soulful eyes and asked “was I a bad girl?” “Can you Help me?” She was so sad and loving at the same time. She rode without a word, without a crate. By now cars were an unsure thing for her, every time she got in one her whole life changed. There is an old soul in Bonnie, it’s as if she has experienced roar more than her 6mo. age has allowed.

When she got to her foster she checked everything out, found a bone and busied herself chewing it. She and brother Clyde wolfed down their food as if they had never had any. She will make someone a wonderful companion!

for more info on adopting Bonnie contact

Feb. 24 foster update: Don reports that Bonnie wants to be a lap dog. She follows him around the house watching what he does and trying to figure out how to help!


Bonnie Adopted!


Molly is a 7 mo. old border collie mix pup. She is just beautiful and desperately needs a home. She was found in the woods here in Georgia. We don’t know why she was there. There was no collar or id. All we can assume is that this beautiful girl was dumped there for Christmas.

She was found cold, scared,hungry, and alone. The nice lady who found her took her in fed her and tried to find her owner. But evidently , they did not want to be found. This lady’s 2 German Shepherds are not treating her very kindly so we were asked to find her a home. Molly is very sweet and loving and just wants to be with you.

Molly is one of hundreds that gets dumped in the woods, on country roads, outskirts of farms, subdivisions, every day here in Georgia. You know they were dumped because there are no collars and no I.D. They figure someone will give them a home. They can drive away leaving these babies behind believing in their mind that it is the best thing for the dog. They take no responsibility for the fact that these dogs might starve, be eaten by wild animals, shot, run over, or worse. How can you take a pet that is part of your home and family and leave them to fend for themselves? Especially, the puppies??

Mollie Collie, thrown in the trash

Can you help Molly be one of the success stories? Show her she can love and trust again, that she will have a forever home and not be dumped again.

If you are interested in adopting sweet Molly please contact me at


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