Thursday, May 28, 2009

Nothing In Life Is Free

Why would a seven year old dog suddenly become aggressive toward children?

A quivering voice on my answering machine said “Our sweet Heeler/Collie mix has become aggressive toward children and we fear he will hurt one soon. Will you take him in to your adoption program… if not we will have to put him down. Sob. Sob”

As I dialed the phone my mind was racing with the facts, no open spot in a rehabilitative foster home, how long would it take to recondition this behavior and why did this happen.

These calls are always emotion filled and hard but we try our best to help where we can. When Toby’s mom answered the phone she was excited I had returned her call and was telling me they would donate a bag of dog food and his chain they used to keep him from hurting the children.

A study by the Centers for Disease Control, "Which Dogs Bite?" found that chained dogs are 2.8 times more likely to bite. The dogs most likely to bite are male, unaltered, and chained.

Why was Toby chained? Well the fence is only three feet tall and the family had started finding rocks, air gun pellets and other things someone had been tormenting Toby with. I’d be mad too if someone tied me where I could not escape or find cover from little monsters that were shooting at me.

Why not bring Toby inside? The family is gone more than five hours at a time, as most are. How about making Toby a nice kennel run with a solid sides to the alley way or street and a dog house. A crate in the house when the family will return with in four hours would also be nice. This was something the family had not thought about and agreed to discuss.

She asked “Would it not be easier to just find Toby a great country home. “ No Toby being a herding breed he would want to control movement and would need to be trained not to chase livestock. After Toby spending years confined in a fenced yard the stimulation of cattle romping and playing would be far too much for Toby to handle with out having the self control skills trained.

Toby’s mom went on to tell me how cute he was that first time they saw him in the parking lot with all his brothers and sisters. Toby was free to a good home and they never dreamed having a dog would be so much work and now with the kids being older poor Toby just needs more than they can give.

Dogs are naturally social beings that thrive on interaction with humans and other animals. A dog kept chained suffers immense psychological damage. An otherwise friendly and docile dog, when kept chained, becomes neurotic, unhappy, anxious, and most often aggressive.

In addition to the psychological damage wrought by continuous chaining, dogs forced to live on a chain make easy targets for other animals, humans, and biting insects. Chained dogs are also easy targets to be used as training for organized animal fights. Finally, dogs’ tethers can become entangled with other objects, which can choke or strangle the dogs to death.

Anytime we enter into a relationship there will be work, nothing in life is free.

Say a prayer for Toby and all the other Toby’s out there that we get our Sanctuary built soon and people learn relationships even with our pets deserve real commitment.

The dog in the picture is not
Toby but another living on a chain.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Christmas Season

Ever wonder about the meaning of Advent? You know, the Christmas season. The time before Christmas day when we scurry around preparing for the big event. The word Advent means "to come." Well, I was going, when I passed by a convenience store on the way out of town and I noticed a yellow dog. It was obvious she had recently had pups, but I was going by too quickly to see much. She was scouting around, for scraps I'm sure. I thought if she was there on my way back I would check on her. Headed west I kept going and just as I got ready to get onto the interstate a movement off to the north of the road caught my eye. A few dogs moved around what was likely the remains of a deer that didn't quite get across the road. Well, I thought, probably local farm dogs, but I'll look closer on my way back. See, that's the thing when you are a Pet Helper. You see things others are tempted to ignore or miss all together. I went on a bout my business, unhurried, finished up and headed back to town. I remembered to slow down and glance over where I had seen the dogs gathered earlier. As I got off the interstate and slowed down I glanced over. There in the bar ditch was that female dog I had seen earlier back at the quick stop and she was with the others. I pulled across to where the access road split from the highway and entrance ramp and parked on the side. I looked a little closer. It was the female and the other dogs I had noticed were very obviously her pups, or what remained of the litter. I dialed the phone. "Guess what I'm looking at?" My very good friend and co-hort in crime of course asked me what. She always falls for that line. I told her my suspicions and we devised a plan of action I would skirt between them and the road so if they spooked she would take them into the pasture and hopefully not into traffic. I got my little sample bag of dog food and started around them, calling to Mom so she knew I was coming. They were all lying there, soaking in the sun on the cold windy early afternoon. Her head raised. She was a nice looking yellow Lab. The pups raised their heads too, looking at where the noise was coming from. All that was left of the deer were bones and hide. "I'm coming over, momma." I told her. "Take it easy." I tried to sooth her. She stood as I moved closer and I thought she might run. She did. She ran to me, raised up and began to whimper. Her pups were a little more reluctant but came crabbing to me, tails tucked and heads down. Momma saw help and she would not be denied. I opened the little bag and walked away from the side of the road, wanting them as far away from traffic as I could get them. The pups ate happily, tails wagging while momma pleaded her case. I knelt before her and she put her feet on my shoulders. I dialed the phone, holding it together. "Bring the puppy wagon." I told the co-hort. I had just traded cars and no way would they all fit. "Give me 20 minutes." Was the reply. No questions, no "are you sures?" just an unconditional "I'm on my way." So, I sat in the bar ditch, holding the gentle Lab's face in my hands and the tears began. It has been an emotional fall for many reasons and this dog's fate brought it all to the surface. So I sat in the tall grass, trying to miss the grassburrs and feeling sorry for the pups as they would take a step and then pull a sticker, and I cried for most of teh half hour we waited. As we sat there all I could think was the symbolism of the almost white dog in winter with her pups, 3 of them, and no room in someone's heart. See, this mother dog didn't wander away and have pups. Someone left them there on the side of the road because they had no room. There were probably reasons, maybe they moved and couldn't take them, maybe pups were too much to handle, maybe since they weren't pure breds they were not worth saving, but here they were. Noelle. As the mother dog looked at me, then laid down where I sat, her name came to me. Noelle. And the 3 pups. I looked at them as they all curled their little bodies up and against the cold wind. My thoughts drifted to the Advent candle that sat at the altar of my church with the pretty streamers hanging down. A name on each one. Joy, Hope, Peace. "I gotcha, God." I said and wiped the last few tears. I was just beginning to shiver a little in the cold when our ride showed up. She pulled over to where we were so the pups wouldn't have to walk through more stickers. We loaded them in the camper and I introduced Vicky to Noelle, Peace, Joy and Hope. We drove them to our local vet and he got everyone checked over. They are hapily residing now in their foster home, waiting on forever homes. The pups are probably 12-14 weeks old now. Peace is the only boy. Joy and Hope are the girls, so different. And Noelle is estimated to be 2-4 years old. She is a beautiful winter white color with beautiful eyes and a sweet disposition. Check us out here and follow the story as we bring our blessed trinity of puppies and their mother along to new homes and new lives. It is a story as old as time. No room, no time, no home, but above all they now have hope. Contact me if you want any further information about them and I will be writing again. I promise.
rhonda j

Have you Helped a Pet today?

"do not wait for ideal circumstances; they never come"
~ janet erskine stuart

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

October is Adopt-a-Pet month

October is Adopt-a-Pet month.

Adoption Checklist

Below are the Top 10 most important steps potential pet adopters can take to ensure they have the best possible adoption experience. This checklist is based on a survey of more than 180 pet shelters and rescue groups across the United States. Education is a crucial factor in keeping pets in forever homes, and thats why the Permanent Pet Adoption checklist can be a valuable resource for potential pet adopters.

Before You Adopt Give This List Some Thought:

When you adopt, you need to make a real commitment to care for your pet for its entire life, no matter what that entails, just as you would with a child.

Be prepared for a pet to affect other parts of your life for as long as you have the pet (can be up to 15 years for a dog and 20 years for cat). Your pet’s well-being will have to be considered in all kinds of decisions, including travel, social life, relocating to a new home, adopting other pets, having children, etc.

Verify in advance that you’re allowed to keep a pet where you live, especially if you rent or belong to a homeowners’ association.

Make any necessary modifications to your yard and fence, if you have one, to provide for your pet’s safety and to prevent your pet from escaping.

Never give a pet as a gift.

Choose a pet appropriate to your living situation and lifestyle. Figure out what size, age, and energy-level pet is most appropriate for you.

Never adopt a pet on a whim or because you feel it’s love-at-first-sight. Do your research and carefully consider all the aspects and implications of adopting before you make a decision.

If you’re adopting a pet for your kids, understand that the responsibility is yours. Kids, by their nature, often tire of things that were once new and exciting, and this includes their pets. You will most likely end up being the one who provides most of the pet’s care.

Plan for a several-week adjustment period during which there will be challenges.

Provide sufficient exercise and stimulation. (Walk dogs according to individual need, provide playtime and appropriate toys for both dogs and cats, spend time just petting and talking to your pet, include pet in family activities.)

Monday, September 15, 2008


Hey all, just a bump for Ashley. She is so excited to see anyone when they come into the yard. I am not doing her justice as a foster mom. She is a puppy guys, she needs a home! Her fur is as soft as any you've ever felt, her eyes dance for joy when you talk to her and last night she broke my heart. When I plopped on her doghouse to sit for a minute she jumped into my arms and wiggled all over. Now, this is quite a trick because she is getting a little heavy, but the need to connect and the need for love outweighed any thought she might have had about knocking us off the little house or my not catching her. See, she trusts. Why, I have no idea, but she does. She trusts that I will come out every day to feed her and talk to her and she never fights for more than the time I give her. She doesn't try to run out the gate and she backs up if I ask her. But, she is a baby. She yips to say stay and play, she yaps as the cats paw at her through the chain link. Come on. Somebody could help her and give her a home. Ashley is waiting for you. Contact us for an application. Her bills are paid, she is spayed and has all her shots. You can't tell me you could go get a free to a good home dog and spend less than $75.00 to get her fully vetted. Of course if your answer is "I wouldn't get it done at all." then don't bother. You can't have her or any of our other babies. If you'd like to meet Ashley and some of our others, come to Atwood's in Elk City on Saturday the 20th and meet us and them.

learn to live, and live to learn,
ignorance like a fire doth burn,
little tasks make large return.
~ bayard taylor

Have you Helped a Pet today? ~ rhonda j

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Baby Steps

Baby steps or planting seeds that’s how things get done, one small step at a time with loads of P & P (patience and persistence) and a large dose of faith.

Three years and a couple months ago a small handful of animal loving people got together and said enough. Pet overpopulation has reached horrific levels; beautiful adoptable pets were suffering needlessly. There has to be a better way… people need resources and education.

We called for the knight on the white horse (Humane Society of the United States, ASPCA, and other big guys) to come riding up and help save all the homeless animals of Western Oklahoma. We learned he was busy saving others that had been over bred and in need someplace else. He did send advice… If you help yourself and do a good job we will see if there is anyway that our program can help or better yet come help me save these first then I’ll help you. We wanted to save the Western Oklahoma pets NOW!! This reminded me of what my dad once said “The fastest way to get what you want is to get busy.”

We got very busy… Slow the birth rate down. We’re educating the community on the need, helping the low-income pay for needed spay and neuters. The local vets tell me their spay and neuters are way up from just three years ago. Our first baby step… makes me remember the joy of my child’s first steps.

Education that’s the way to get anything you really want. We looked at others… We learned from others… We work with others, together that’s it working together we can. Just like holding a small child’s hand they can take those first steps with ease.

From time to time we fall just like the child learning to walk but we just keep getting back up. In animal welfare the falls haunt you because they were living and breathing with eyes that burn holes in your soul. God’s creatures asking for your help… life seemed simpler when we didn’t hear.

Now we hear the pleas, everyday calls from Men, Women and shelter workers… small children knock on our doors with starving puppies and gunky eyed kittens all asking for help. Now we are like the knight on the white horse… sorry but we are all ready busy saving others.

While you were enjoying a quite evening with friends and family we were packaging up and selling pop cans, used ink jet cartridges to pay for a few more spays and neuters. While you were sleeping late on Saturday morning we were typing an e-mail request for rescue… loading up a lucky shelter dog for transport… bathing a dirty kitten so they would be more adoptable. Oh yes, last Sunday afternoon we took a nice drive in the country but on our drive we stopped to treat a pack of stray abandon dogs for ticks and fleas… took pictures and prayed we find a safe place for them.

Looking for help for a pet in Western Oklahoma… come we’ll hold your hand while you learn to do what we do:

Cross post e-mails looking for rescue
Transport pets in need
Foster a pet until they are adopted
Community Outreach
Join our Recycling & Fundraising Team
Take pictures of pets
There is always more than we can do alone

Come join us together we will turn our baby steps in to running and:

Buy a Mobile Spay and Neuter Unit
Build a No-Kill Adoption Facility Shelter (we can start small)
Start a County Shelter for the Rural Animals
Really save some pets in Western Oklahoma and truly help people help pets if you can help.

By the way, the handsome guy in the picture needs help today. Any room in your heart? If so e-mail

Saturday, August 30, 2008


Its been too long. I keep thinking I'll get this done and I don't. Well, go ahead and take a swipe at me too since I'm beating myself up over stuff lately. It's okay, I promise I won't hit back, for a day or two! So, I'm babysitting this dog for her foster parents. My goal is to get her to a great home before it's time for her to go back. What? Isn't the foster home okay? Well, sure, I mean we run a first class organization here. Everyone is checked out and approved by our foster/adoption approval committee. The thing is, our fosters linger too long and people get attached. That is NOT the idea of fostering. We usually are able to get homes for most of what is tossed out around here before they are put down at our local shelter. So, with all that in mind I want you to meet Ashley. She is a beautiful chow cross. We know this because we were successful in having her red Chow mother spayed! The responsible (ahem) breeder wasn't sure what the father might have been. Really doesn't matter because Miss Ashley is the most beautiful gun metal gray color. I noticed last night she is shedding some of that gray puppy fluff to reveal coarser darker fur, who knows she might be more black than blue when she's grown. We estimate she She was is 8-9 months and was spayed Tuesday the 26th. She is utd on her vaccinations. Her biggest need at this time is for socialization and recreation. She is a sweetheart and has been living in a home with 2 great danes! She loves to bark at the cats around the yard and enjoys peanut butter. I wil post more about her later, but I really want everyone to take her into your heart, look at her and help me at least with prayers that she finds her forever home. Come on folks, if Triumph can find such a great place so can Ashley!

"do not wait for ideal circumstances; they never come"
~ janet erskine stuart

have you Helped a Pet today?
~ rhonda j

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Breeders Are Dumping Their Dogs

Before you start a business, research your market. Don’t listen to the talk around town about how fast and easy the money will come pouring in. Far too many people have decided if their neighbor can sell Yorkies for 900.00 or Labadoddles for 1200.00 they can too. It’s a lie… they may have got lucky and sold a few but the truth is they are learning the market is gone.

Breeders are dumping their dogs by the truck loads now. Over the last few years it has been increasing, first it was Labs, Pitt Bulls, Chihuahuas, and Boxers now we are seeing all the rest Yorkies, Bichons and Scotties. This week Love County Oklahoma there was 76 Pure bred dogs dump on a ranch. Ardmore animal shelter is over whelmed. Read the story here: We have dealt with this here but not to the scale of Ardmore YET. We rescued 3 Chihuahua’s and 3 Heelers west of Elk City that was dump in a very remote area. You can see them at

With all the breeders dumping and giving these animals away for free we are also starting to see more hoarders, in Southwest Missouri last month 300 plus animals were taken from a hoarder. I can remember when I was a child if you had a purebred pet you were something special or rich. Now purebred pets are everywhere. I recently went to a house with a local Animal Control Office to aid in getting the family’s pets spayed and neutered. I was very surprised to find nothing but purebred pets living in a house with broken windows where they could just jump from the house to the yard and a family that didn’t have a running car to drive to the vet or store to buy pet food.

Wake up its past time we join the states and cities that have said enough… enough of the killing of pets of stupid people. If they want to breed animals then make them pay for it. Some states have put a stop to this; breeders must have a breeder permit and microchip all pets. If they dump them they can be traced back to the breeder. Most towns and cities have pet license, if a dog is running lose you get a fine and if that pet is not spayed or neutered you pay more.

What can you do to change this, don’t breed your pet, don’t buy a pet and ask you state, county and cities to do something about this. I hear all the time this is not a problem here… wanta bet. The people that are finding these pets don’t call the Sheriffs Department or the city because they know how it’s handled here. The people know we don’t have a no-kill shelter in Western Oklahoma and our rural residents know no one will help, so why call. You go to the shelter once and don’t see a pure bred puppy so it most not be a problem… wrong she was there but had to be put down to make room for the big mixed breed that was running the street.

What will we do when we are faced with the same problems others have had? Like Perryton, Texas 118 Chihuahua’s, Santa Fe, New Mexico 60 plus Afghan Hounds, Southern Oklahoma 70 plus Rottweilers or Arizona 800 small pure breed dogs. Will you volunteer or should we just use your tax dollars to kill them?

Monday, August 11, 2008


Have ya ever noticed how sumer goes by so fast? I used to think it was fast when I was a kid, measured by trips to the overpacked pool, playing in the park, days at Grandma's and bike trips that took me all over town. I think they are going just as quickly now, since I am an adult, it's just measured differently. Now it seems to be how many days over 100 degrees, how many trips to take the kid to the pool, band aids to skinned knees and lately how many calls about needing to find homes for dogs, puppies, kittens, cats... It never ends. If you are reading this and thinking of going into the rescue business, do me a favor. DON'T! Aw, it looks easy and it seems like the first few go pretty good. Then you wind up with that one that just doesn't move. Then you get that call from that someone whose dog had puppies and "If I can't find them a place today I will just have to take them to the shelter", or, worse yet, "I'll have to take them to the vet and have them put down." You know what, okay, go ahead. See, I'm past emotional blackmail. I've seen on many chat lists the same line about having to do this. It doesn't wash with me. See, your lack of planning does not constitute an emergency for me. Hey, if you can drop them off at the shelter, (if they'll take them at all) go for it. If you can drop them at your vet and tell him to do the deed and you can go to sleep that night without a second thought about it, be my guest, but you know what? You'd damn well better make the appointment at the same time to get your pet spayed or neutered. The problem with this line of thinking isn't people like me, it's people who hear you on the local radio swap shop or read your ads in the free newspapers who cannot bear the idea that one of these creations of God should die. These are the people who wind up with 33 dogs running the farmland somewhere in a rural area and they turn to local law enforcement whose answer is to "you go to town and we'll come out and take care of it." Meanwhile some of these "authorities" come out and take target practice on the unsuspecting animals these trusting people have saved. Know what happens then? When the folks come back and find out about it they never ask for help again. They keep "saving" your animals and the problem grows beyond belief.
So, do us all a favor. Don't breed puppies so you can get rich, don't start a rescue that will likely fail, don't get on the radio and give us all a sob story and for God's sake, call tomorrow and get an appointment for your pets to be spayed or neutered. We'll all thank you for it. And maybe, you'll sleep better tonight.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Would You...

Would You…

Would you look away if you saw a child lost and hungry? Would you help an elderly neighbor in need? Would you find help for your neighbors’ child if the parents were killed in an accident? Could you be the one God sent?

Everyday millions of pets in America are lost, left behind with no one to care for them. In many area of the country there is no ASPCA or Humane Society to call. It is left up to you and me.

In the last two months the calls have poured in about abandon lost pets in Rural Western Oklahoma. People who could not look away are learning we have no one that will just come save them and move them to safety. No shelter available, no animal control for the pets dumped, abandon or lost in this rural area.

These pets that were once loved by someone and cared for must now walk our dusty roads in hopes of something to eat. Look day and night for just one sip of water to survive. They deal daily with encounters of ranchers that don’t want them on their property or wild animal that will attack while all they want is someone to love and care for them.

They need you, we need you! Here are just a few of the ways you can help,

Foster Homes
Transport Drivers
Dog and Cat Food
Cat Litter
Flea and Tick Prevention
Dog and Cat Shampoo
Gas Cards
Donations for Vet Care
Donations to build a safe place for them.
Land for a safe place.
Mobile Spay and Neuter Unit
Adopt a pet in need
And please spay and neuter your pets.

Most of all we need you, roll up you sleeves and help us help them.

All of the pets pictured here are in urgent need of rescue, would you please save one?

Donation can be mailed to Pet Helpers, Inc. PO Box 811, Elk City, OK 73648 or e-mail for more information.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Wanna Play?

So there I was, sitting in my yard just waiting for the cooler part of the day when my friend comes out to bring me food and sit with me. It was hot and I was trying to sleep. All the sudden my friend comes to open my gate and hook up a long lead. I was pretty excited because this usually means we are going to do something fun. I came out, chased the cats around a little and tried to go inside to see the other friend who sits in the chair. She always gives me a bite of something. I couldn't get in though, so I hopped around the yard and scared my friend, making her think I would jump the fence. That always makes her yell and try to get me to jump back over. Sometimes I do, but it is fun to hear the yelling. I just laugh as I run around the yard. It is pretty here, shady and smelly at the fence.
As my friend and I sat on the porch she stroked my fur and told me about some people who were coming to meet me. She told me to just be myself and they would really like me. As we sat there, a car drove up and 2 other ladies like my friend got out and came to the yard. I was so happy to see them! They smelled like they liked dogs like me and I smelled of them too. One was named Shelly and the other lady was her mom, Shirley. They told my friend about someone who had gone away after 12 years and they really missed him. I wondered where he had gone. They also told us about someone else who lives with them now and how she would like someone like me to play with. My friend had them write on some paper while she called on her little phone. After some more petting and smelling, we got int he car and drove out to the place I love so much. The new friends followed us in their littler car. We all got out and I saw my other Pethelper friend. I trotted out to the big yard and my friends, old and new came in too. We all sat together and I showed how I could crawl under the table. I ate cookies and showed how good I could be when I was asked to sit and lay down. It was great fun.
They all talked about the time I used to live on that chain tied to that tree at my very old house. I saw my friend look very sad about that. I even remembered a little about when we first met at that old tree and she told the other lady to take me away, but she wouldn't. That day was when my friend gave me water and took pictures and then had to leave. I watched that car drive away and I wondered if it was the last time I would see anyone who would try to help again. Later I was taken to a place called a shelter and put in a little pen. I was fed and watered but it was loud and there was sadness all the time. People would come and go and even sometimes take some of us with them, but I had to stay because the lady whose house I lived at was in trouble for not taking care of me. Finally I was taken from that place and came to live in my back yard with the friend I had first met at the tree. She and her little person would come out and feed me two or three times every day. I always had a big bowl of water and toys. Sometimes I would get snacks with peanut butter stuck in them and I would lick it all out. Umm, I like peanut butter.
That was then, and I was all better living there, but many nights my friend would come out and sit on my little house and tell me someday things would get better. I thought things were great. I always wanted more time with the friends, but I was safe, dry, warm in cold weather, cool in warm weather and had plenty to eat. I loved it, but she would look all sad and tell e how much she wanted me to have a great life with a wonderful family.
After we all sat out in the yard and talked, my old friends walked us to the car of my new friends. We talked a bit more and they asked if I would like to ride in the little car. I was pretty sure it would be fun so I jumped right in. It was hot in there! I wanted to get out in the cooler air, but pretty soon my new friends got in too and we drove away! I was a little scared because my older friends did not come. I was going with the new friends. I guess it was okay because they were talking so nice to us all. I promised my old friends I would be good and they told me they would come see me later. I watched as I left my old friends and we drove away.
Hey, we're somewhere now. I see a big yard with lots of room and a fence that will keep me safe. I think I even see another furry friend. Maybe we can play! There are bowls of water and bowls for food. And guess what??!! There are no trees with chains. Hey, I think I'm going to like it here. I'll let you all know.
"Hey, what's your name???? Wanna play??"

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Gracie goes home!

I think you all know the story of Gracie. She was the black lab tied to a tree and abandoned in the country. Also very pregnant. She managed to get loose and find her way to a house. A house of a Pethelper member! Tiffany and Vicky brought her to me to foster until her puppies were born and then weaned. She had 5 beautiful puppies.

I was so worried that Gracie would have a hard time finding a loving home. When looking through Petfinder, there were so many that looked just like her. Gracie is a wonderful girl. She is polite and smart and so sweet. But much to my surprise I got a call about her. I was so excited for her. Well the people came to meet her and fell in love. And it couldn't have been a more perfect family! They had two sons, just what Gracie needed, boys to play ball with.

The family was moving soon and Gracie still needed a little more time with her puppies, so it was agreed that Gracie would stay here until they were moved in and settled. I couldn't help but worry that something would happen and the adoption would fall through. But no! Everything worked out and today was the day. As soon as I got off work I gathered her blanket and a toy and gave her a good brushing and off we went to Gracie's new family.

Her new family is Kenneth and Julie Bonner and thier two sons Austin and Jordan. They have a beautiful new home and a wonderful big back yard. I could not be happier for Gracie, she deserves a forever, loving home so much. They were so happy to see her, especially Jordan, the younger son. But as happy as I am about her family, I have to admit it was hard to leave her. I know she is in a wonderful place, but I am going to miss her. After nearly four months it was hard to say good-bye. Of course she didn't make it any easier! She was busy exploring her new yard and playing with the boys so I figured I may as well make my exit. Everything was fine until just as I turned to close the gate behind me, here she came running after me. Oh Gracie!! I thought I was going to actually leave before I broke down. But I just shut the gate and got in the car and cried. There is a part of me that will miss her, but mostly I am just so happy for her!!

So thank you again Julie, Kenneth, Austin & Jordan Bonner for choosing to adopt, especially a grown black female dog that was thrown away by her previous owners. It is shame they didn't realize what a great dog they had!! But now the Bonner's have a great dog and a new family member.

"In a perfect world, every home would have a dog, and every dog would have a home"

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Kitties, get your kitties here!

Okay, so the time is here. We got your kittens. Al colors all attitudes. Come get your kittens! Okay, this is just to get them out there. I hear the shelter is full up and they were supposed to go back there so everyone could marvel at their glory. This will have to do. I think there is a plan for Mom. So, view the pictures and pick your baby. Let me know. Here, kitty, kitty!

Have you Helped a Pet today?

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Good Bye

Dear Oklahoma Citizens,

I just wanted to say a formal good bye and share a few words with some of you I met while here.

First, to the Humans that were my care takers for many years; I gave you the best years of my life and many healthy beautiful Basset babies to aid you in making a living and I even loved you. In return you fed me and fed my babies. When my body was worn out and used up and I could no longer produce more babies for you to sell I was tossed out like an empty beer bottle on a dirt road. Unlike the empty beer bottle I was frightened. I needed someone to help me and protect me. I walked for hours on that road, crying … hoping someone would save me. My cancer filled breasts dragged in the rocks and dirt until they were bleeding. Then the dust on the road blew an angel my way.

Lavonna Williams, thank you for stopping and please tell the nice man that stopped to help you that I wish I had gotten his name. My heart ached when I saw your sweet tears fall… I had never seen love for me like that before. It was so nice of you to comfort me and stay with me until help arrived. I know all your pets are in the home of a real animal guardian. I hope some of my children are with people like you... Oh how I worry about where they may be.

Rhonda, Trinity and Vicky; I had never heard of a Pet Helper before but when you told me my suffering would come to an end soon I believed you. I never would have dreamed all this in a million years. Rhonda, when you took my picture did you know what was starting? As you raised my lips and looked at my rotting, painful teeth how could you stand the smell? That first night after my bath, I lay in the most wonderful soft bed and watched as Vicky typed on the computer. She looked really worried. I saw a real sadness in Steve and Vicky’s eyes as they talked about me. Over the next few days and a few nice rides everyone started getting real happy but I was so sick and hurting all the time it was hard to be happy.

Howard Zent , DVM and everyone at Red Earth Animal Hospital; thank you for my surgery. You took all the cancer from my body, fixed my teeth and the bad things having too many babies had done to my body. I feel like a young Bassie with many more good years ahead of me now.

I don’t know all the other names but Vicky tells me people from Iowa, Kansas, Oklahoma, Florida and a bunch of other places sent money to help pay for my hospital bills. That just makes my tail wag like a young pup knowing that humans like that are out there.

Elk City Brownie Troop #952; I really enjoyed my day in the park with you. I know all of you will grow up to be great animal guardians. Remember your promise to adopt, spay and neuter and keep you pets for life. Wear your orange ribbons and say a little woof woof for me when you see a Pet Helper.

All you Animal Rescues; keep up the cross-posting and I’ll see you at the bridge but not any time soon, I’ve got a lot of tail waggin' to do. Thanks to all of you it will be done in Kansas. I hear we will be wearing fine hats and going to Walk –n- Wags to raise awareness of Puppy Mills and believe me I can do that.

Well, I have to finish packing. Donna and Sandy are giving me a ride to Kansas soon.

Please help the other orphaned pets. Many are friends and maybe children of mine and for paws sake spay and neuter your pets. If you want to know how just e-mail Pet Helpers at or drop by your local shelter and tell them Mabel sent you.

Please write. I want to keep in touch. Mrs. Kim said she will read all your letters and e-mails to me.
My new address is:
BassetRus Retirement Ranch
10434 Osage Rd
Oskaloosa , KS 66066

I love you all drooly,

Mabel Basset

This letter was typed and edited for drool by Pet Helpers, Inc. PO Box 811. ElkCity. OK 73648, E-Mail: Just because I don’t have thumbs and my paws are to big for this stupid keyboard… Mable B.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

!!!!!!!! Triumph !!!!!!

So, you thought it was over. You thought you were safe from my rants and posts! Wrong. Here I am. No rant tonight though. I just don't have the energy. Lately I haven't even had the time to get mad. I've been thinking about relationships and commitments though. Sometimes I think relationships are not exactly fair. Usually they begin one sided, then ease into a comfortable commitment. They aren't always comfortable though. That's how it's been for me and Triumph. See, he didn't ask to get into any relationship with me. It was one sided. It was me who refused to let him remain starving on the end of that chain. He had no choice in the matter. It was me who threw a fit to have him taken in and his owner charged with cruelty. Was I wrong? It was me who hatched the scheme to get him away from the shelter and into a "temporary" kennel in a safe yard with someone to watch out for him, feed him and regain his trust in humans. It was my bright idea. Now, that idea is back firing on us all. He has been in his temporary kennel since February. His life now is a 10 x 10 chain link kennel where he watches the world go by. He has a great dog house under a tarp for shelter from the sun and drizzle. He knows he can come inside to a crate in a thunderstorm or when it is too cold. Oh, he has plenty of food and water, he is safe, but he is not at home. At least not the home I had pictured for him. We had one great possibility, but after the initial contact that person has never responded. We thought our prayers had been answered by someone in New Mexico. I was excited at the prospect of his living with someone on an acreage there amongst the mule deer and painted evening skies. Maybe next time, Tri. For now it's me and you kid and as much time as I can steal for you. We have been going out on Saturdays when we can to have a little training done. Our friend Jaye shot me these pictures of our last adventure. You can see we have a good time. I tell everyone what a great dog Triumph is and they all ask me the same thing, "Why don't you just keep him?" Well here's that commitment thing. See, Triumph and I have a relationship, but not really a commitment. Well, except for my commitment to find him a home. Don't get me wrong, I love the big ox, but I know he can't stay forever in this situation. I won't go into the details, but I have a greater commitment to someone in my life who I am obligated to care for, not to mention the one to my 7 year old.
So, here's yet another plea to anyone out there who thinks they might have room for a great dog in their life. Triumph could fit that bill. He is high energy, happy, loving and looking for a long term relationship with someone. That is his profile. He is loyal and there is a reason for his being with us. I haven't really lost hope that he will find his home, but I am beginning to worry that he won't. Triumph hasn't come this far to live out his life in a 10 x 10 wire kennel with someone to hand him food twice a day. Help him be a family dog. He could be your family dog. Call us and we'll discuss it.

what would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
~ vincent van gogh

Have you Helped a Pet today?

rhonda j

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Erick050608 054 Animal Pound

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Originally uploaded by pethelpers

At one point this week there were 16 dogs crammed in these four runs