Aren't I beautiful? Here I am with my friend, Minnnie! My special friend,Bobster
Hi - my name is Trixie. My mom calls me Trix, Trixster, Trixilou- are you getting the picture yet??!! I have a really great life! But it hasn’t always been that way. Let me tell you my story.
I was born in a barren, dirt-filled backyard here in Midland. My first family only did one thing right as far as I’m concerned. They occasionally threw food out for me. They NEVER walked me, played with me, socialized me with people, brushed me, vaccinated me, etc. etc. So at four months of age, when I fell ill, do you think they took me to the vet? No, they drove me down the alley and tossed me away like yesterday’s garbage. Imagine how rejected, frightened, and lonely I felt in that huge metal box of trash. My good fortune was all about to change.
It was a bitterly cold, windy March day in 2006 when things turned around for me. I met my soon to be Dad- Mike. I don’t know who was more frightened when he opened the dumpster lid- him or me!! He gasped and jumped back a few feet. I guess it might have been me though because as he fished me out, I, well, uh, peed all over him. Mike didn’t react but just wrapped me in a towel and took me inside. He set me up with a blanket, and food and water. I stayed there behind those warm dryer vents for hours too scared and sick to move. I overheard my soon-to-be Mom tell him that a young dog shouldn’t act that way. It wasn’t long before I was at the vet. I heard him say “tick” fever. My new Dad paid the groomer extra to “remove” all the ticks.
Mike brought me home in a crate to the garage. The vet warned,“ I should not be with the other animals.” I was so frightened that I couldn’t be convinced to come out of that crate. Mom and Dad finally dismantled it, but all I could do was cower in fear. That week in the garage, I howled every night. They tried to reassure me but I was so confused and afraid that I only hung my head down and hid as best I could.
After a long week, I met a new friend, Bobbi. Bob was a little grey schnauzer. She was 10 years old and wise to the ways of the world. She taught me everything I know. Most importantly, she taught me to trust again.
Now my new family did almost everything that my old one didn’t. They loved me, walked me, washed and brushed me, and even trained me. Yes – I know all the basics- sit, stay, wait, and leave it. I can do some pretty cool tricks too like “find it.” Mom or Dad hides one of my toys while I wait in the bedroom. They yell out “find it” and when I do—you hear all kinds of clapping, whooping and hollering.
Now our “walks” are the bomb!! Everyday around four o’clock, Dad would pull up in the truck. Mom, Bobkins, and I would load up and head to the country. Mom and Dad would just walk and talk. Bob and I would run, chase rabbits, and explore—you know all fun stuff!! Things were great and this was a near daily occurrence for many years. Eventually, Bobbers started to slow down a bit. At first the walks were shorter. Later, Bob just rode to the country. Dad and I walked while Mom and Bob waited in the truck.
One cold, wet spring day in March of 2012, Mom called me over to say “good bye” to the Bobster. She was going to heaven. Mom and Dad wrapped her in a blanket and loaded her in the truck. Mom came back crying, and I think I even saw a tear or two in Dad’s eyes, too.
I never saw my friend Bobbi again. Mom says we’ll see her again when WE get to heaven. Her bed is still under the desk there on Dad’s side of the bed and her collar hangs on the desk’s legs to remember her by. After she left, I was so lonely. I stayed by her bed many days waiting for my old friend to return. I was pretty sad and know my parents missed her too.
About 8 months passed before I met my new friend, Minnie. It was a rainy October day when Mom showed up with this little white ball of fluff. Talk about a squirrel… all she did was spin around and round. The vet called her a “live-wire.” Now I’m pretty laid back but I don’t mind my spirited new friend! In fact, I love her lots!!!
Did I mention that life was good? My mom she constantly kisses Min and I and she always says that we are such “good girls.” It’s sort of a broken record. “Trix- you’re a good girl! Minnie’s a good girl, too!” Oh dear… if I had a nickel for every time she said that I’d be rich!! I think that Minnie gets it worse than me. She sleeps in the bed between Mom and Dad. So every morning, Mom oogles and awes over her saying “ I love my Min Min!! or Minner- you’re so cute!!” I’m just glad it’s her and not me. I get special privileges because I’m older and wiser. I love to go to “work” at the laundry. My main job there is to run the office and collect treats from the workers. It’s pretty easy actually. I also get to go to church. I’m on a first name basis with the pastor, secretary, and the organist. So you see its all good!!
One peculiar thing has happened this last year. My mom has started bringing home “visitors”. These furry friends look like they have been through the wringer when they arrive. They usually stay just long enough to fatten up, or get better. Min and I now share our house and things with these short-term ‘foster babies’ as Mom calls them. That’s ok though. Sometimes I get to eat their leftovers and when they aren’t watching I steal their bully bones!! This latest fellow is a young-un with no manners. Don’t worry he’ll be a gentlemen before he leaves my house.
So my life is good now thanks to my people parents, Mike and Cheryl (MHC volunteer), and my girls Hannah and Emery. Of course, I have my best friend Minnie and oh … I have a cat friend too, named Alice. And let’s not forget all my come and go furry friends, too.
Barney is an elderly dog. Today he sits quietly in a kennel, staring out through the grating of the door. The noise in the room makes him nervous, and there are no familiar smells anywhere. There are food and water bowls in the kennel, but he ignores them because they are not his bowls. There is a small platform with a blanket that he thinks might be a bed, but it is not his bed. He sits for hours, barely moving. Later someone comes and puts some dry food in his bowl. Barney gives it a small sniff, but the scent is nothing that he recognizes and he is certain that it isn’t for him. He is confused because this isn’t even his dish. His dish has his name, “Barney” on it and he has eaten his dinner out of it every day of his life. His family bought the dish when they brought him home when he was only a puppy. There are no windows in the room but the dog senses that he has been here for hours now. Some people are busy in the room, going from kennel to kennel to make certain that all of the dogs are settled in for the night, then they turn off the lights and leave. Barney just continues to sit and stare. Finally, a dog across the aisle asks Barney why he hasn’t eaten his supper or laid down on his bed.
“This isn’t my home”, said Barney. “My family left me at a strange place a few days ago. There were other dogs there and I could smell fear….. I was afraid, too. Then today some men brought me here in a truck and some people put me in this new kennel. They seem nice, but this isn’t my home. I think that my family has gotten lost, or something happened to make them late. But I know that if I sit here, they will be coming for me soon. They would never leave me because I have always been such a good dog”.
Morning comes; people come back in and start taking care of the dogs. Barney is tired, but he still sits and waits. Later, a lady comes to his kennel and she has a leash and a harness. “Hey there, Boy….. How would you like to go for a walk?” Barney is excited and thinks that his family has sent this lady to bring him home. He eagerly leaves with her and finds himself outside but this is a place that he has never seen before. He sees a car that reminds him of the car his family has and he runs to try and jump in. The lady laughs and tells him that car belongs to someone else. Barney begins to slowly walk with the lady – he doesn’t think that he has ever been this sad. They walk through a neighborhood but none of the houses are his. Finally they return and the lady puts him back in the kennel. “Would you like a biscuit?” she asks. Barney looks at her and tries to tell her that he really isn’t hungry. And then the waiting begins again. Lots of people come in and out of the room; some of them stop and look at Barney and they seem to be reading a piece of paper, but then they all move on. He heard one person say, as he looked at Barney, “Who would want such an old dog?” Barney has never felt such despair – he is beginning to lose hope. But still he waits.
The days seem to take on sameness to Barney – he misses lying on his sofa in the warm sun. He misses watching television with his head in the lap of his boy. The boy and Barney were small together once – they have grown up together. Barney is so worried because he thinks something has happened to his family. He grows sadder with each passing day, but he waits. There are different people who come and take him outside for walks but he feels very much alone. Days become weeks, weeks become months and still he waits.
In a house, not too far away, an elderly man by the name of Daniel sits in solitude. It is so quiet in the house and he is so lonely. Sometimes he looks at old photographs but the people in the pictures are all gone now – he feels as though he is completely alone and he grieves. There are mornings when he doesn’t see any reason to get out of bed. There are other mornings when he doesn’t bother to take a bath, or even to eat. The stillness of the house is overwhelming, paralyzing, to the man –Daniel feels adrift, and without a purpose in his life.
One day the man rouses and knows that he must go to the store for a few simple groceries. On the way he sees a store that he has never really noticed before, and for reasons that he doesn’t understand he decides to go inside. How odd, he thinks – this store seems to sell pet supplies, not groceries. But he is here and so he aimlessly wanders through the store. He sees a room with kennels in it and decides to go inside. There are dogs – all sizes and shapes of dogs, and quite a lot of barking. The man has a brief flutter in his heart and for one moment sees so clearly a dog that he had when he was a small boy. He thinks of the dog he once had and remembers one thing – love. Daniel doesn’t even realize that he has been walking through the room, but he finds himself in front of a kennel staring at a lonely looking, older dog. The dog looks back with soulful eyes and begins to slowly wag his tail. Time passes and the two continue to stare at each other. The man suddenly has the oddest sensation, as if his heart was opening. He looks at the dog and asks, “Would you like to come home with me?” Barney suddenly knows why he has been sitting in this kennel for so long…. He has been waiting for the man named Daniel.
Daniel gets a brand new leash and harness for the dog and they leave the room with the kennels. Daniel says to the dog, “It’s been a long time since I had a dog. I’m not certain what all we need.” They walk through the store together and Daniel lets the dog choose a new bed, and some toys to take home. And a dish…. a dish that will belong only to him.
Daniel and Barney go home together and begin to learn about each other. The dog finds sunny spots in his new home and sometimes he naps in his new bed. But when it is time for bed at night, the old man and the old dog get in the same bed so that they can hold onto one another. Their dreams are happy and nights are no longer filled with tears. Daniel is now eager to get out of bed every morning so that he and Barney can have breakfast together and then plan their day. They begin to go for walks and Daniel realizes how much he has missed being outside. Barney shows the man beautiful things – fall leaves on the ground, pine cones that are perfectly shaped and lovely clouds in the sky – things that the man hasn’t noticed in a long, long time. They find a park and begin to walk there every day. They sit on a bench in pools of golden sunlight and smell the crisp fall air. Daniel talks to other people at the park while Barney runs and plays. They both realize how much they have missed having friends, how much they have missed feeling alive. They think how lucky they are to have found each other.
One night, as Daniel and the dog sit in front of the fireplace, the man reaches down and gently scratches Barney’s ears. “You saved my life, you know”, he tells the dog. The dog looks up at the man, his love for the man shines in his eyes, and he presses his face against the man’s leg. “No”, Barney thinks, “We saved each other”.
My name is Eli, a/k/a “Bubba. My Mom is Melba Owens, and my Aunt is Steg. My Mom is a Volunteer at the Midland Humane Coalition, and my Aunt Steg is the Director of the Midland Humane Coalition Adoption Center. I love them both very much, and I am so proud of what they do to get the stray/surrendered animals who come to the Adoption Center a forever home.
I was abandoned by my prior owners on a cold night at the doorstep of Operation Kindness in Dallas, Texas. I was 2 years old at the time. I was never so frightened and confused in my life! I had broken my right front leg several weeks before that night in a way that is really too painful for me to talk about. I would later hear my rescuers call it abuse. My leg had already started to heal. However, the break left me with a pretty severe limp, and in a lot of pain. But I must say, the pain in my leg was nothing compared to the pain in my heart to know that those that I loved and trusted would hurt me, then abandon me like this! I had tried so hard to be good, and be a part of their family. In the days ahead, I would learn about forgiveness, and God’s grace for second chances and new beginnings. As I lay shivering and crying on the doorstep that night, I prayed to God that I would be able to live, and find a home where people would love me and care for me. I knew that I had so much love and devotion to give. And, God answered my prayer! The next morning, the wonderful people at Operation Kindness found me when they opened. They immediately took me in, and quickly placed me in an awesome foster home in Carrollton, Texas. My sweet foster Mom posted a picture of me on Petfinders. I was so embarrassed that she took my picture before I had a chance to get all cleaned up! Oh well, my soon to be Mom saw my picture/rescue story, and immediately fell in love with me! I was so afraid that she would not want a crippled dog. But, she seemed not to even notice, or be overly concerned that I walked with a limp – only that I was okay. I was adopted the next day! What a wonderful new life started for me that day! I have used this limp to my advantage many times, to avoid some exercise activities, and to get more cookies that I love so much!
My Mom took me right away to a Vet Surgeon who decided not to re-break my leg and reset it since it had already started to heal and I was managing the handicap so well. My Mom told me she had just lost her 18 year old Lhasa Apso, Teddy, and I could tell she really missed him! I realized right away that we really needed each other! And, what an amazing journey it has been for both of us! I was my Mom’s and Aunt Steg’s helper when my Grandpa was so sick. I kept watch over him at night while my Mom would rest. I would alert her with loud barks when Grandpa needed something. I would walk ahead of my Grandpa when he moved around the house on his walker to be sure he did not fall. And I was there to comfort my Mom and Aunt Steg when Grandpa passed away – and, we grieved together. I was so thankful I could be there to support them during this time of great loss. Mom would tell me often how I rescued her! That always made me feel so good – so appreciated! One day I think we both realized that we had helped each other to heal!
I think my cousin Bentley has already introduced you to our family in his recent blog. There are seven (7) of us – four dogs and three cats that live with my Mom and Aunt Steg. We are all rescues and have a really wonderful life here in Midland, Texas. Somehow Bentley managed to get his story in ahead of mine! Oh well, that is the way he is – always wanting to be first and No. 1. As his senior, I am trying very hard to teach him a few manners, but to date I have had no success! I know I will always be No. 1 in my Mom’s eyes! And, for the record, I am in charge of our home regardless of what Bentley thinks!
Mom and Aunt Steg tell me stories every day about the animals that are finding forever homes at the Adoption Center, and about the loving, caring staff and volunteers that take good care of the animals until they are adopted. This is so awesome! They frequently say that there are angels among us that care so much for the animals, and I can say with Bentley that I am so thankful I found mine! I would like to share a few of the lyrics from a beautiful song my Mom and Aunt Steg play for us called “When Love Takes You in” by Steven Curtis Chapman. These words really say what I feel in my heart:
“When love takes you in and everything changes
A miracle starts with the beat of a heart
When love takes you home and says you belong here
The loneliness ends and a new life begins
When love takes you in.”
I am so thankful that love took me in! Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving!
Can anyone guess by looking at my picture who my Mama is? Pretty easy……My name is Bentley, A/K/A as “Fancy Boy”. My Mom told me I was only 2 weeks old when my Sister and I were put in a box and left outside the Midland S.P.C.A.’s front door. Lucky for us, there was a mama cat there who had just delivered kittens, so we were put in with her. She was so gracious to feed us like we were her own! My little Sister did not make it. I was so sad and lost without her! But, the two newborn kittens cuddled with me, and I felt safe and loved! Every day my “soon to be Mom” would check on me, pick me up, and hold me close. I was pretty sure she was falling in love with me, and I certainly was with her! Sure enough, at 6 weeks old, my Mom took me home. At that time, I was small enough to fit into her coffee mug, and she carried me everywhere!
I was so happy that she chose me to have a happy home with her and a doggy sister, Esther, two (2) cat sisters, Sadie and Selah, 2 doggie cousins, Eli and Millie, an 1 cat cousin Cassie – and a new Auntie who has given me body massages every day since I arrived! As I grew older, I often visited with Esther who told me that she and cousins Millie, Eli, Selah, Sadie and Cassie were all rescued. Esther told me that she was abandoned in a Dallas suburb, and wandered the streets for many days – cold and lost until a wonderful rescue group found her, and my Mom later adopted her. Esther told me that our Mom comes home every night from work, and shares similar stories about animals that have been rescued from the streets or surrendered by their owners. Esther told me to expect to hear our Mom frequently saying, “Why don’t people spay and neuter their pets”! It is for sure I was!
I love my life! I lick my Mom’s face all over every chance I get. It seems to be a way I can express my love and appreciation for her adopting me! I am by her side every minute I can be! I share her with many other dogs and cats, but that is okay, since she is helping to save them just like she did me. She loves her job – but, not as much as she loves me! I can see it in her eyes when she hugs me! I want all of her attention! She tells me I am “rotten”- but, I think that is a good thing. She tells me stories every night about dogs and cats getting new forever homes. This is all great as long as she does not bring them to our home! I wish all the unwanted dogs and cats could find a home. My Mom tells me Angels (that is what she calls the people that rescue animals) will never stop trying to save all the unwanted animals. I am just so happy that I found mine! Oh, and I forgot to mention, I have no choice but to be a Dallas Cowboys fan!
Two sleek black kitties are stretched out in a sunny window seat enjoying the feel of the sun on their tummies as they nap. They are sisters, and they were once feral, but they scarcely remember those hard times when they were only kittens. The smallest of the two, Willow, suddenly reaches over and begins to wash the face of her sister, Windi.
“You just have a little bit of Fancy Feast stuck in your whiskers”, she explains as she continues giving Windi a facial. Windi looks up at Willow with adoration but she has never learned to give kisses, and so she rewards her sister with a loving squint and a slow swishing of her tail.
“Do you remember when we were tiny and there was never enough to eat?” Windi asks. Willow stops her task and stares out of the window. A sad, far away look comes into her eyes.
“You probably don’t remember, Windi, but when I was only four weeks old my back leg got broken. I couldn’t keep up with mom, or with my litter mates. So mom put me in a tree and told me to stay there. Then she left – she had all of you to still take care of. I don’t know how long I was in that tree, but I was so hungry and there wasn’t even any water. One time I saw a lizard on the wall behind my tree and I ate part of it…. But then I got so sick. I was sick and all alone, and so scared. That’s when I learned that there are interesting looking things that seem like they would be good to eat. But they can make you so, so sick. Kitties that live outdoors don’t have good food like we do and they have to eat whatever they can find. Sometimes it is so bad, though.”
Windi nods her head and then begins to cry. “We didn’t know where you had gone…. I thought that I would never see you again”. The two sisters bonk heads and return to staring out of the window. “Aren’t we so lucky, Willow”, says Windi. “We found our new mommy and daddy and we let them live with us in this nice house. We’ve even been able to teach them to open those little cans that have the good food with gravy inside and we will never have to eat bugs again”. Willow nods in agreement – “We almost have them completely trained now, don’t we?” she tells her sister. Windi says, “I wonder how long we have lived here with our mom and dad?” Willow has to think very hard and finally remembers something that might help to answer that question. “Well, you know how once a year they get a big tree for us, and they haul it into our favorite playroom and then they hang cat toys all over it? We have had five trees so far!!”
Suddenly Windi sits bolt upright and stares out of the window. “Look out!!!” she cries. Willow looks out and sees a small squirrel running across the street just in front of a car. Both kitties hold their breath until the squirrel safely runs up the tree outside of their window. “I remember being afraid of those big things that make noise and go so fast”, Willow tells her sister. “I’m so happy that our mom and dad understand that we are safer here in our house and that it’s dangerous outside. Besides, why would we want to go out there? It’s warm in here, we have those little cans of already dead food with gravy so we don’t have to hunt, and we have even taught our mom and dad to buy us lots of toys to play with. I never want to live outside again”.
Windi shakes her head as if trying to dislodge a bad dream. “I was always afraid at night when we lived outside. Mom warned me about the bad things that would hurt a kitten like coyotes, foxes, owls and hawks. One night we heard the coyotes singing and they weren’t every far away – I was so scared that one would catch me. That’s why I still get scared and run and hide when strange people come in our house”.
The kitties settle back down in the sun and sigh contentedly. “We are the lucky ones, Windi”, Willow says. “And we have to hope that someday, every kitten will have a wonderful forever home”.
That is the hope of all of us – for every pet to have a safe and loving forever home.
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