Second Chance & Happy Tails
Our Adoptable Pet List
See the lucky doggies that found wonderful families and forever homes!
For more information contact Inge at 931-503-8300 or email at 1pawup@bellsouth.net
OUR MOST RECENT DOG RESCUE
He got a ride back to the Montgomery County Rescue Station at "1 Providence Boulevard", where I picked him up. The dog was given the name " River" since this was where he was found. He is a very loving Little Boston Terrier Mix about 1 Yr. old
The following article is from the local paper under Crime Watch !!!
"An abandoned dog left on the river bluff on Mayhew Road was rescued by emergency workers Saturday evening. According to a Montgomery County incident report, a couple who was fishing found a dog tied to a rock in the 100 block of Mayhew Road. The couple untied the dog, which was too scared to leave. Second Chance and Happy Tails picked the dog up after its rescue."
Pictures of the rescue below.
River after being rescued. He is very well trained.
The river boat rescue, coming toward the shore
More of the rescue pics with the rescue worker holding River
All the rescuers. What a happy dog!We are currently housing over 40 dogs and puppies, all of whom need regular medical care, grooming and of course daily care. (feeding, laundry, bathing etc) The vet bills alone can reach in the 10's of thousands of dollars every year. We simply can't do it alone.
Will you help us?
For more information on what we do, pictures of other rescues, our application page, the rainbow bridge, wish list, thank you page and more, please visit our alternate site at
"Second Chance and Happy Tails."
513 Yvonne Drive
Clarksville, TN 37042
Phone: 931-503-8300
(Please note that email is preferred. Calls are accepted at 931-503-8300, between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Saturday only as we work out of a private residence. Thank You.)
We operate out of a PRIVATE residence and ask that you please be considerate of the procedures explained below. Pet viewing is by appointment only. Calls are accepted between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Saturday. only We do not have the funding to return long distance phone calls, so try again or email your inquiry. PLEASE READ the section "Adoption Application Approvals" below before calling. Thank you for your understanding.
ADOPTION APPLICATION APPROVALS
If interested in adopting, please fill out and send an application first. If you have any questions, we prefer email inquiries. Everything we know about a dog is listed in the pet description section. We will adopt to out-of-state residents if their application is approved. After we receive an application and review it, we will be in touch by email. Every question on the application MUST be completed; incomplete applications will not be considered.
Sometimes we do not approve an application because we receive several for the same dog. We choose the family/individual we feel is the best match for the dog's breed and personality and the one that can provide the type of home environment best for that particular dog.
Adoption fees vary between $150.-to $ 400.- All fees include spay/neuter, heartworm test, up-to-date heartworm prevention, rabies, vaccinations & Bordetella. All animals are spayed/neutered prior to adoption, no exceptions!
COMPLETE AN ONLINE ADOPTION APPLICATION
An adoption contract must be signed, which requires that the animal be returned to Second Chance & Happy Tails if at any time & for any reason the family can not keep the animal. New owners must travel to Tennessee to adopt. Transport assistance may be available in some situations.
Inge Irby
Second Chance & Happy Tails
931-503-8300
Clarksville TN
Second Chance and Happy Tails Online Application
Favorite Quotes
"My dogs and cats aren't spoiled ... I'm just well trained"
"Don't breed or buy while homeless die."
"Spay and Neuter!!"
" Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened "
36% of pets in shelters are purebred.
Over 12 million pets are put to DEATH each year due to overpopulation.
Adopting from a shelter or rescue group saves a life!
I had to share this in thinking about animals not finding a home They were asked why they Rescue Animals and this was the reply...
To Haley's Past Owner:
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.
By Jim Willis, 2001
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 belly rub.
My housebreaking 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 and 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 heart breaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and then 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've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and 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 old 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, 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 good-bye 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 and 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 dog speak, 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. And 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 directed at her .It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
ADOPTING A FRIEND
Visit volunteer Sandy Britt's pet blog
It's on The Leaf-Chronicle Web site and is called Pet People.
She talks about life with dogs, cats and husband. Stop by just to read, or you can join the conversation and share things about your own pets too!
SCHEDULE A VISIT
Please first fill out an adoption application before calling about visiting a particular dog. Once we have your application, we will contact you or be happy to hear from you about scheduling a visit. Second Chance & Happy Tails is located in Clarksville, Tennessee, approximately one hour north of Nashville off of I-24. Our animals reside with Inge Irby and her family, so visits are by appointment only.
Second Chance & Happy Tails
513 Yvonne Drive
Clarksville, TN 37042
Phone: 931-503-8300
E-mail: 1pawup@bellsouth.net
Please note that email is preferred. Calls are accepted at 931-503-8300, between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Saturday only as we work out of a private residence. Thank You.)
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"Second Chance and Happy Tails."
(Please note that email is preferred. Calls are accepted at 931-503-8300, between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Saturday only as we work out of a private residence. Thank You.)
We operate out of a PRIVATE residence and ask that you please be considerate of the procedures explained below. Pet viewing is by appointment only. Calls are accepted between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Saturday. only We do not have the funding to return long distance phone calls, so try again or email your inquiry. PLEASE READ the section "Adoption Application Approvals" below before calling. Thank you for your understanding.
ADOPTION APPLICATION APPROVALS
If interested in adopting, please fill out and send an application first. If you have any questions, we prefer email inquiries. Everything we know about a dog is listed in the pet description section. We will adopt to out-of-state residents if their application is approved. After we receive an application and review it, we will be in touch by email. Every question on the application MUST be completed; incomplete applications will not be considered.Sometimes we do not approve an application because we receive several for the same dog. We choose the family/individual we feel is the best match for the dog's breed and personality and the one that can provide the type of home environment best for that particular dog.
Adoption fees vary between $150.-to $ 400.- All fees include spay/neuter, heartworm test, up-to-date heartworm prevention, rabies, vaccinations & Bordetella. All animals are spayed/neutered prior to adoption, no exceptions!
COMPLETE AN ONLINE ADOPTION APPLICATION
An adoption contract must be signed, which requires that the animal be returned to Second Chance & Happy Tails if at any time & for any reason the family can not keep the animal. New owners must travel to Tennessee to adopt. Transport assistance may be available in some situations.
Inge Irby
Second Chance & Happy Tails
931-503-8300
Clarksville TN
Second Chance and Happy Tails Online Application
Favorite Quotes
"My dogs and cats aren't spoiled ... I'm just well trained"
"Don't breed or buy while homeless die."
"Spay and Neuter!!"
" Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened "
36% of pets in shelters are purebred.
Over 12 million pets are put to DEATH each year due to overpopulation.
Adopting from a shelter or rescue group saves a life!
I had to share this in thinking about animals not finding a home They were asked why they Rescue Animals and this was the reply...
To Haley's Past Owner:
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.
By Jim Willis, 2001
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 belly rub.
My housebreaking 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 and 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 heart breaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and then 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've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and 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 old 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, 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 good-bye 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 and 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 dog speak, 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. And 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 directed at her .It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
ADOPTING A FRIEND
Visit volunteer Sandy Britt's pet blog
It's on The Leaf-Chronicle Web site and is called Pet People.
She talks about life with dogs, cats and husband. Stop by just to read, or you can join the conversation and share things about your own pets too!
SCHEDULE A VISIT
Please first fill out an adoption application before calling about visiting a particular dog. Once we have your application, we will contact you or be happy to hear from you about scheduling a visit. Second Chance & Happy Tails is located in Clarksville, Tennessee, approximately one hour north of Nashville off of I-24. Our animals reside with Inge Irby and her family, so visits are by appointment only.
Second Chance & Happy Tails
513 Yvonne Drive
Clarksville, TN 37042
Phone: 931-503-8300
E-mail: 1pawup@bellsouth.net
Please note that email is preferred. Calls are accepted at 931-503-8300, between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Saturday only as we work out of a private residence. Thank You.)
COMPLETE AN ONLINE ADOPTION APPLICATION
An adoption contract must be signed, which requires that the animal be returned to Second Chance & Happy Tails if at any time & for any reason the family can not keep the animal. New owners must travel to Tennessee to adopt. Transport assistance may be available in some situations.Inge Irby Second Chance & Happy Tails 931-503-8300 Clarksville TN
Favorite Quotes
"My dogs and cats aren't spoiled ... I'm just well trained"
"Don't breed or buy while homeless die."
"Spay and Neuter!!"
" Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened "
36% of pets in shelters are purebred. Over 12 million pets are put to DEATH each year due to overpopulation. Adopting from a shelter or rescue group saves a life!
I had to share this in thinking about animals not finding a home They were asked why they Rescue Animals and this was the reply...
To Haley's Past Owner:
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.
By Jim Willis, 2001
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 belly rub. My housebreaking 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 and 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 heart breaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and then 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've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and 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 old 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, 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 good-bye 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 and 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 dog speak, 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. And 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 directed at her .It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
ADOPTING A FRIEND
Visit volunteer Sandy Britt's pet blog
It's on The Leaf-Chronicle Web site and is called Pet People. She talks about life with dogs, cats and husband. Stop by just to read, or you can join the conversation and share things about your own pets too!
SCHEDULE A VISIT
Please first fill out an adoption application before calling about visiting a particular dog. Once we have your application, we will contact you or be happy to hear from you about scheduling a visit. Second Chance & Happy Tails is located in Clarksville, Tennessee, approximately one hour north of Nashville off of I-24. Our animals reside with Inge Irby and her family, so visits are by appointment only.
Second Chance & Happy Tails
513 Yvonne Drive
Clarksville, TN 37042
Phone: 931-503-8300
E-mail: 1pawup@bellsouth.net
Please note that email is preferred. Calls are accepted at 931-503-8300, between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. Monday through Saturday only as we work out of a private residence. Thank You.)
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