Asheboro Boxer Rescue
"How Could You?"
"How Could You?"
When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you -- that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. Love, Your Puppy. (author unknown)
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News
.....WE ARE IN DESERATE NEED OF FOSTER HOMES!!!!!! If you are in the areas surrounding Asheboro and are interested please call or email us. Without foster homes we have no where to place these dogs for the need evaluation and treatments each one needs.Without foster homes, we cannot except them and they will parish in the shelters.
Who We Are
ASHEBORO BOXER RESCUE is a not for profit, however not a 501(c)3 as of yet. Asheboro Boxer Rescue was began by me, Angela Staley in 2000.,and in 2005 I was joined by Betty Ellis. I cant begin to count the precious baby's that we have helped to find forever homes. It's a wonderfull feeling, and one that we never want to forget. We have also lost a few that ripped our hearts apart, but we can't say we didnt try. At this point, we are all by ourselves without help.We desperately need foster homes!! Without the help of others, we cannot do this alone. Is your heart big enough to love? That's what it takes! Please email Angela at asheboroboxerrescue@yahoo.com, or Betty at cowgirlupx6@yahoo.com for info on how to become a foster parent.
OUR GOAL!!
We try to educate the general public on the breed, the responsiblities of being a good pet owner, and the importance of spaying and neutering your pets. Boxers are our main focus, because as all people, they are the breed we prefer. Why? Because we believe that Boxers just plain out ROCK! They are the biggest babies and the greatest joys to save. They love life, people, and living. For that ,we save them. For that, we in return recieve paycheck via slobbery kisses and them going potty outside instead of the house or the crate! It's the best paycheck I have ever gotten as far as paychecks go, but it suits us just fine. As far as how we work:
We are strict in our adoption procedures and we are blunt with our expectations...Pretty much thats the way it goes.
Adopting a friend
To see a dog who has been mistreated or abused, to look a you and wag it's tail in joy, that is a wonderful thing...... it is a feeling, I cannot express. To adopt a dog who has been rescued, is to give something that never had a chance a second chance. To give a dog who has been tied outside it's entire life, the comfort of a warm house, a soft couch, and love is beyond it's understanding, but it is always greatful and in return will do things for you, you will never understand. To me, dogs are people, just in fur coats, they have feelings, they have hopes, they have dreams, they hurt, they cry and they, just as we, need love and attention.
Come Visit Us!
If your interested in a boxer, please never hesitate to email us. We will only return phone calls after an email has been sent, and an application has been filled out!
SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY! Please do not waste our time emailing us for an application if you have no intentions on completing it. If it has been more than two weeks since you have inquired about one of our Boxers and not heard a responce, or if you have made with contact us and it's been over a week since we have gotten back in touch, please email us again as a reminder. We do deal with several people daily and are human and can lose and forget things. We will not speak with you untill you have filled out an adoption application, no exceptions.
OUR ADOPTION DONATION IS $200.00, but may slightly vary depending on the dog [i.e. mixed breeds, they come to us healthier!].
Asheboro Boxer Rescue
Angela Staley/ Director
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Asheboro, NC 27203
Email: asheboroboxerrescue@yahoo.com
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