PLEASE DO NOT CONTACT US IF YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS ABOUT GIVING A PET A FOREVER HOME. WE ARE SO TIRED OF PETS BEING RETURNED BECAUSE THEY DON'T "FIT" IN YOUR LIFE ANYMORE. IF YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO COMMIT TO THIS PET FOR HIS/HER LIFE, PLEASE DON'T WASTE OUR TIME ADOPTING FROM HOPE! THANKS!
HOPE is a privately run rescue. All HOPE dogs or cats have come from situations such as being on death row at shelters, owners who can no longer keep them, or rescued from terrible situations. Each animal is fully vetted before adoption. The adoption process requires an application with vet references and a contract upon adoption. HOPE started in 2009 and have adopted out approximately 250 animals since I began. HOPE has a professional, working relationship as a rescue with area rescues, vets, shelters, and spay/neuter clinics.
PLEASE EMAIL HOPE FIRST at HOPESfurkids@gmail.com if you are interested in adopting a pet from HOPE rescue and include your number. Emails are just SO much easier for us to deal with as we do have a full time job as well as a full time rescue. We may have you fill out an application first. Then, we will call you and set up a time to meet your potientail new pet and myself. Thanks for understanding! =)
WISH LIST FOR HOPE
*towels
*paper towels
*dog food (Purina, Iams, 4 Health, Retriever)
*cat food (Purina, Iams, 4 Health)
*Scoop Away OR Tidy Cats clumping litter
*Waggin' Train treats (they love the stick type)
*collars
*leashes
*heavy duty clippers
*Earthbath shampoo
*Advantage, Frontline, and Revolution
*gift cards to Tractor Supply, Walmart, or Target
*Monetary donations are ALWAYS NEEDED! If you would rather send a donation directly to HOPE without using PayPal just email HOPESfurkids@gmail.com for the address.
MY FEATURED PET
Nico got adopted!!!!!
Poor Nico had a rough life before I rescued him! He was outside, kept on chain all the time. He was not socialized or cared for AT ALL!!! When I got him from a shelter he was VERY thin and scared of his own shadow!
After a few weeks, he totally changed! He became a very loving and playful boy! He got adopted and while the family took him for a walk, he slipped out of his collar and was GONE=(
Nico was lost for over a month!
I kept searching and searching and 1 day I got a call from a local shelter. The lady said she thought that she picked up Nico!!! I went to the shelter and.....it was HIM!!! I was SO happy!!! He knew me right away! The family did not want him back because they were afraid it would happen again.
I wanted to keep him, but having 7 dogs already and rescuing dogs like Nico, I knew I couldn't keep him and that I needed to find him a great home, where he would be a part of the family! Not just a dog on a chain=(
Nico did get adopted a few months ago and he fits in PERFECTLY with his new family! He is now loved, like all pets should be!!!
He is 1 of my favorites that I have EVER rescued and will always be MY Nico!!!
I love you Nico!!!
PLEASE don't be a part of the problem - Be a part of the solution. Have your pet spayed or neutered. Thousands of animals languish and die alone in shelters every day. Many are the products of unplanned and irresponsible breeding. Don't let the offspring of an animal that you allowed to reproduce end up this way. Spaying and neutering helps to ensure the health and safety of your pet, and makes you a responsible member of your community.
HOPE and a few adoptable dogs and cats go to the Tractor Supply most Sundays from usually 2 to 6pm. HOPE loves Tractor Supply!!! So please come see us! They all need you! Let us know if you are coming so I can tell you which Tractor Supply and to let me know who you are interested in meeting, so we make sure to bring them.
WHO ARE WE
I (Hope) started fostering a few of years ago, for different shelters and rescue groups. However...I kept getting emails and phone calls of animals needing help, so I had to help them! I also find dogs and cats on the streets and I can't just leave them there! Most of my personal pets I have found on the streets! ALL of my rescued pets (as well as my personal pets) are FULLY vetted, spayed/neutered (if old enough) and most are house or crate trained! They just need a permanent place to call home! ALL DOGS ADOPTED FROM HELPING ORPHANED PETS EVERYWHERE (HOPE) MUST BE KEPT ON HEART WORM PREVENTION (such as Heartgard). NO EXCEPTIONS!!!
Here is a slide of a few of my pets who have found forever homes!
ADOPTING A FRIEND
It's very simple....
Just email or call and we can set up a time to meet, along with the pet you are interested in.
There is an application and a contract to be filled out. Then, If approved you can take them home the same day (as long as they are old enough) The cats/kittens adoption fee is $50 and up. The dog/puppies are usually $75 and up It all depends on the cost of each pets vetting (it ranges from time to time)
We will call and check on the dog/cat from time to time to see how they are doing and we also LOVE pictures! =)
***PLEASE if you adopt a pet from HOPE and cannot keep him/her, they MUST COME BACK TO ME!!!! Or if there is no room at the time, you are to keep them in your home WITH YOU, until I am able to find a new home for them or have an opening***
They must NEVER go to an animal shelter NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!!!!
FYI: MOST of my rescued dogs are crate trained. So if you do not continue with that when you get them home, they may have accidents until you can fully train them your way.
COME VISIT US!
All pets are kept in a home setting, there is no public shelter. So, please email (we prefer emails) or send a number for me to contact you at. Then we can set up a time for you and your hopeful "furbaby" to meet!
Our dogs love to sleep on Kuranda Dog beds, but we don't have enough for everyone. If you would like to donate a bed at a special wholesale price for a another dog to sleep in comfort, please donate a Kuranda dog bed.
Full refund if, returning the pet within 3 days (72 hours) of adoption.
3 to 7 days, 1/2 refunded on the adoption fee, unless a longer trial period is discussed beforehand.
After 7 days, there is no refund on the adoption fee. But they MUST come back to me if unable to keep them. You may also be asked to foster them until there is an opening.
This all may sound crazy, but I can't tell you how many times people have returned a pet to me after several months and expect a full refund! The money I get from the adoptions, is gone VERY quickly to help more animals, or to pay for vetting, food, etc.
After I was discharged from the Navy, Jim and I moved back to Detroit to use our GI Bill benefits to get some schooling. Jim was going for a degree in Electronics and I, after much debating, decided to get mine in Computer Science. One of the classes that was a requirement was Speech.
Like many people, I had no fondness for getting up in front of people for any reason, let alone to be the center of attention as I stuttered my way through some unfamiliar subject. But I couldn't get out of the requirement, and so I found myself in my last semester before graduation with Speech as one of my classes.
On the first day of class our professor explained to us that he was going to leave the subject manner of our talks up to us, but he was going to provide the motivation of the speech. We would be responsible for six speeches, each with a different motivation. For instance our first speech's purpose was to inform. He advised us to pick subjects that we were interested in and knowledgeable about. I decided to center my six speeches around animals, especially dogs.
For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of dressage. For my speech to demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd, Bodger, to class and demonstrated obedience commands. Finally the semester was almost over and I had but one more speech to give. This speech was to take the place of a written final exam and was to count for fifty per cent of our grade. The speeches motivation was to persuade.
After agonizing over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal theme, I decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets. My goal was to try to persuade my classmates to neuter their pets. So I started researching the topic. There was plenty of material, articles that told of the millions of dogs and cats that were euthanized every year, of supposedly beloved pets that were turned in to various animal control facilities for the lamest of reasons, or worse, dropped off far from home, bewildered and scared. Death was usually a blessing.
The final speech was looming closer, but I felt well prepared. My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt sure would motivate even the most naive of pet owners to succumb to my plea. A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea of going to the local branch of the Humane Society and borrowing a puppy to use as a sort of a visual aid. I called the Humane Society and explained what I wanted. They were very happy to accommodate me. I made arrangements to pick up a puppy the day before my speech.
The day before my speech, I went to pick up the puppy. I was feeling very confident. I could quote all the statistics and numbers without ever looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional touch. When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy named Ron. He explained that he was the public relations person for the Humane Society.
He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour of the facilities before I picked up the puppy. I enthusiastically agreed. We started out in the reception area, which was the general public's initial encounter with the Humane Society. The lobby was full, mostly with people dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted Ron explained to me that this branch of the Humane Society took in about fifty animals a day and adopted out twenty.
As we stood there I heard snatches of conversation: "I can't keep him, he digs holes in my garden." "They such cute puppies, I know you will have no trouble finding homes for them." "She is wild, I can't control her." I heard one of Humane Society's volunteer explain to the lady with the litter of puppies that the Society was filled with puppies and that these puppies, being black, would immediately be put to sleep. Black puppies, she explained, had little chance of being adopted. The woman who brought the puppies in just shrugged, "I can't help it," she whined. "They are getting too big. I don't have room for them."
We left the reception area. Ron led me into the staging area where all the incoming animals were evaluated for adoptability. Over half never even made it to the adoption center. There were just too many. Not only were people bringing in their own animals, but strays were also dropped off. By law the Humane Society had to hold a stray for three days. If the animal was not claimed by then, it was euthanized, since there was no background information on the animal.
There were already too many animals that had a known history eagerly provided by their soon to be ex-owners. As we went through the different areas, I felt more and more depressed. No amount of statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of what this throw-away attitude did to the living, breathing animal. It was over overwhelming.
Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door. "That's it," he said, "except for this." I read the sign on the door. "Euthanization Area." "Do you want to see one?" he asked. Before I could decline, he interjected, "You really should. You can't tell the whole story unless you experience the end." I reluctantly agreed.
"Good," He said " I already cleared it and Peggy is expecting you." He knocked firmly on the door. It was opened immediately by a middle aged woman in a white lab coat. "Here's the girl I was telling you about," Ron explained. Peggy looked me over. "Well I'll leave you here with Peggy and meet you in the reception area in about fifteen minutes. I'll have the puppy ready." With that Ron departed, leaving me standing in front of the stern-looking Peggy.
Peggy motioned me in. As I walked into the room, I gave an audible gasp. The room was small and spartan. There were a couple of cages on the wall and a cabinet with syringes and vials of a clear liquid. In the middle of the room was an examining table with a rubber mat on top. There were two doors other than the one I had entered. Both were closed. One said to the incinerator room, and the other had no sign, but I could hear various animal noises coming from behind the closed door.
In the back of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator were the objects that caused my distress: two wheelbarrows, filled with the bodies of dead kittens and puppies. I stared in horror. Nothing had prepared me for this. I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I wanted to run from that room, screaming.
Peggy seemed not to notice my state of shock. She started talking about the euthanization process, but I wasn't hearing her. I could not tear my gaze away from the wheelbarrows and those dozens of pathetic little bodies. Finally, Peggy seemed to notice that I was not paying attention to her. "Are you listening?," she asked irritably. "I'm only going to go through this once." I tore my gaze from the back of the room and looked at her. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out, so I nodded.
She told me that behind the unmarked door were the animals that were scheduled for euthanasia that day. She picked up a chart that was hanging from the wall. "One fifty three is next," she said as she looked at the chart. "I'll go get him." She laid down the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door. Before she got to the door she stopped and turned around. "You aren't going to get hysterical, are you?", she asked, "Because that will only upset the animals." I shook my head. I had not said a word since I walked into that room. I still felt unsure if would be able to without breaking down into tears.
As Peggy opened the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond. It was a small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages. It looked like they were all occupied. Peggy opened the door of one of the lower cages and removed the occupant. From what I could see it looked like a medium-sized dog. She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which I stood.
As Peggy brought the dog into the room I could see that the dog was no more than a puppy, maybe five or six months old. The pup looked to be a cross between a Lab and a German shepherd. He was mostly black, with a small amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet. He was very excited and bouncing up and down, trying to sniff everything in this new environment.
Peggy lifted the pup onto the table. She had a card in her hand, which she laid on the table next to me. I read the card. It said that number one fifty three was a mixed Shepherd, six months old. He was surrendered two days ago by a family. Reason of surrender was given as "jumps on children." At the bottom was a note that said "Name: Sam."
Peggy was quick and efficient, from lots of practice, I guessed. She laid one fifty three down on his side and tied a rubber tourniquet around his front leg. She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of clear liquid. All this time I was standing at the head of the table. I could see the moment that one fifty three went from a curious puppy to a terrified puppy. He did not like being held down and he started to struggle.
It was then that I finally found my voice. I bent over the struggling puppy and whispered "Sam. Your name is Sam." At the sound of his name Sam quit struggling. He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue darted out and licked my hand. And that is how he spent his last moment. I watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness. It was over very quickly. I had never even seen Peggy give the lethal shot. The tears could not be contained any longer. I kept my head down so as not to embarrass myself in front of the stoic Peggy. My tears fell onto the still body on the table.
"Now you know," Peggy said softly. Then she turned away. "Ron will be waiting for you." I left the room. Although it seemed like it had been hours, only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door. I made my way back to the reception area. True to his word, Ron had the puppy all ready to go. After giving me some instructions about what to feed the puppy, he handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good luck on my speech.
That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the orphan puppy. I went to bed that night but I could not sleep. After a while I got up and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics. Without a second thought, I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to bed. Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I arrived at my Speech class with Puppy Doe. When my turn came to give my speech. I walked up to the front the class with he puppy in my arms. I took a deep breath, and I told the class about the life and death of Sam. When I finished my speech I became aware that I was crying. I apologized to the class and took my seat. After class the teacher handed out a critique with our grades. I got an "A." His comments said "Very moving and persuasive."
Two days later, on the last day of class, one of my classmates came up to me. She was an older lady that I had never spoken to in class. She stopped me on our way out of the class room. "I want you to know that I adopted the puppy you brought to class," she said. "His name is Sam."
It is a very relevant story about what happens to dogs that are unplanned for. The author, Chris Benton, has given permission to reprint it here and permission for you to use and pass on to everyone. Her recommendation is that every person, who takes an obedience class or gets a puppy, should have a copy of this story. I agree with that recommendation.
He who kicks a dog kicks his own soul towards hell -Will Judy
If you are not crying after reading this, there is something wrong with you!
