Shelters have puppies too, you know

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You can be a hero and save a shelter pup.  Sometimes you need to wait a little bit to get a newborn but they do come in and all it takes is some patience.  (Besides if you can’t wait to get a dog you may want to question how your impulse shopping nature is going to play in your new role as a doggy “parent;” you don’t want to end up being one of those jerks giving their 2-year-old dog to a shelter to be killed because you just thought the puppy was soooo cute and then realized … they GROW UP.  They COST MONEY.  They TAKE LOTS of YOUR TIME.  Like actual, living creatures tend to do. >:)


The Face and the Little Truck


This is Freckles, a rescue bottle-fed from five weeks old.  Perfect name for a dog with very unusual markings.

-How did you get your dogs?
Rescued them (4) one adult and two puppies from a person who wouldn’t take care of them and they were wandering the neighborhood. And one who was given to us she is a mix. 

-How do you treat your dogs now and how do you feel about him/her?
With love and respect like one of the family. 

-What battles have you fought with the general public because you own a pit bull?
OH God so much two of my neighbors ganged up on me ( I am a single hard working Mom) and would send their kids to unlock my back gate (yeah can you believe that) and let them out and call the pound to come and get them. This went on for two years the pound never once found them outside till the day I was moving and wasn’t home to get them back into the house and had to pay out over $300 to get them released back to me. I have moved from there and now we are in peace cause most who live in this neighborhood have pits. 

-If you are a fan of dog fighting, what are your reasons? (I am very interested in how people end up involved in dog fighting: Is it a need for money? Excitement? I want to know what people are honestly thinking here.)
NO! I have been trying to find a home for them but I am extremely picky.


Chevy is five years old and certainly fits his name too.  Nice going on the nomers for these pitties, and thanks for being a responsible, caring rescuer.  If more people behaved like this woman we would not have the massive overpopulation and problems that we do.

A Spicy Redhead

This is the tale of a castaway…now a movie star in our eyes!  Realistic assessment, intelligent discipline, commitment to training and a huge heaping of love turned this sad story into a pampered “tail.”  Kudos to Ginger’s guardian hero!


I always had a love for bully breeds and just dogs in general. I can say that for the majority of my life, I have grown up with dogs. About 2 years ago, I became so obsessed with owning another dog that I would be up till 2-3am on a week night looking at pictures of dogs for ADOPTION only!! I never believed in breeders considering how many days I spent at the local shelters (Chatsworth & Van Nuys). One night as I was searching the internet, I stumbled over a picture of a pit bull mixed with a french mastiff that was available for adoption. Something in my head told me that this dog is going to be mine. AND, considering my parents resistance of a dog in the house from previous experiences, I paid no attention to them. The next day I left work early and went straight to the dog pound. It took them about 30 minutes to bring her out of the cage because she was so scared to come out that they were literally dragging her out. I sat there for 1 1/2 hours just petting her and trying to comfort her. The bizarre part of the story is that there was a lady there adopting a cat and she fell in love with the dog so much that she even sat there with me to help comfort her. That was the longest 1.5 hour of my life. Just trying to leave her was very hard and I saw it in her eyes as I left.


2 days later, I adopted her and as soon as I got home, my parents started arguing with me and they gave me a 2 week ultimatum. After week 1, they were both hooked on her. I had never asked the pound what her story was so 3 weeks went by and she had developed an ear infection. When I took her there, one of the volunteers was happy to see me there and I asked her why my dog had ended up in the pound. She told me they brought her in back in May (and I adopted her in August) and she was pregnant and they aborted all of her puppies because that was the rule at the shelter. It was then that I noticed why she was so depressed and not really acting like a dog. Furthermore, I started realizing that her previous owner used to abuse her because if I made a sudden move or if I was holding something above her head, she would duck and hide her head and her tail would tuck right under.



She also had some dog aggression which wouldn’t allow me to socialize her with other dogs. This put me in an uncomfortable position because I knew everyone in the neighborhood was talking behind my back about adopting a “pit bull.”  I soon started watching The Dog Whisperer and did some of my own research to help train my dog. After about 1.5 years of ownership, I am proud to say that she is not the same dog. She still shows some signs of aggression but has become a lot better.



A Rose in the Sand


Sorry to Rosie’s owners, this actually turned out to be a better shot of the oddly hunched Shi Tzu (?).  I dunno, I have this talent for catching perfectly happy dogs in a millisecond of misery for some reason.  Rosie is sort of a rescue.  Her owner purchased her as a puppy for $47 from some questionable characters at a gas station.  She is two years old and appeared to be perfectly socialized, romping cheerfully with the other dogs.  Contrary to the picture told by my photo here.

Cebo at Huntington Beach


Another absolutely fabulous photo demonstrating my lack of skill with moving objects.  This is Cebo.  Yes, in person he actually does have a nose.  Cebo is … a rescue!  Finally!  I have been meeting so many dogs that were purchased.  It is always great to hear about a rescued dog.  Cebo is beautiful, dog-friendly and he even has ears.  I’m a happy camper.

The Toddler


I think I should get an award for the World’s Worst Dog Photographer – but fortunately the pictures are not my primary aim nor my profession.  This is Baby, another bluenosed pit bull puppy that was purchased.  You can’t tell from my lousy photo but this is an adorable 4-1/2 month old puppy, about the size of a large cat.  Her owners, a sweet family, were socializing her and she got along well with two small-breed dogs accompanying them.  They told me her ears had already been cropped by the breeder at purchase.

To their credit, Baby’s family went to a shelter first but did not want to go through the “hassle” of filling out an application, waiting and other procedures that should be standard not only for shelters but for ethical breeders.  Like the other bluenosed puppy in a previous post, it appears this family found a breeder willing to just exchange puppies and dollars, with little thought to the dog’s ultimate fate.

The Potential Mother


This is “Mena.”  I met her at Huntington Beach.  Her owner got her from someone whose dog had a litter of pups.  During our conversation the gentleman stopped a young man passing by (whom he apparently knew) to discuss breeding “Mena.”  I did mention to “Mena’s” owner that shelters in Los Angeles are inundated with pit bulls and that as many as 200 are killed on a daily basis.  Sadly I don’t think this information did anything to dissuade him, as he seemed eager to breed “Mena” at least once.