The Dog’s 11 Prayers

1. My life could last 10-15 years, and every time I am away from you I suffer a little. Think of this before adopting me. 2. Neuter me. Millions of dogs are unwanted every year, and every newborn puppy keeps a dog in… a shelter, or causes one to be put to sleep.

3. Be patient with me, give me the time to understand what you would like me to do. Most people only understand one language, I am expected to know 2: the human and the canine.

4. Trust me, because you’re my whole world.

5. Don’t be cross with me for too long when I make a mistake: you have your work, your friends and your fun, I have only you.

6. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand the words, I love listening to you and getting to know your voice among all others!

7. Know that I will always forgive you, but I will never forget and whatever you do to me will mark me forever.

8. Before thinking of beating me, remember that I could bite back if I wanted to, but I would never choose to do so.

9. Before telling me off for being stubborn, lazy or slow, ask yourself if anything is wrong with me; maybe the food you are giving me is not appropriate, I’ve been too long in the sun or I’m simply getting older.

10. Please take care of me when I get older. You will too one day, and you will need someone to take care of you.

11. When the day will come for my last journey, please be near me. Don’t say that you can’t stand to see me die, don’t let me face that scary last moment alone. With you by my side I will feel safe, and it will be easier for me to say goodbye to you, knowing that you love me and that you are doing the best by me, as I have always done for you.

Nitro’s Law

On October 22, 2008, an elite dog training & boarding facility ‘High Caliber K-9′ in Youngstown, Ohio was raided. Steve Croley owner & training of High Caliber was arrested, charged, convicted on just a misdemeanor infraction for starving 19 dogs, 8 of which died.

NITRO’S LAW is the legacy and testament in honor of a family’s Rottweiler, Nitro, who was 1 of 8 dogs starved to death in a horrific crime at a K9 training facility in Youngstown, Ohio. Nitro’s Law was created as a felony provision and proactive legislative measure to increase the outdated misdemeanor-only penalties currently in place for violent animal crimes in the state of Ohio.If the officials fail to set the tone for intolerance on animal crime then we have to …please make a donation and help us to stop this sort of thing from happening!  VIDEO



There is a disturbing new trend emerging in North American animal rescue.

Private “rescue agencies” are popping up all over the continent.

I’m not talking about the type of rescues we are all used to working with, I am talking

about “rescue for profit,” rescue operations set up for the sole purpose of making money. “No” you are thinking. “No one would do that!” However if you think that, you’d be wrong. There is a definite climb in the number of groups calling themselves rescues. A number are legitimate and do good work, but more and more we are seeing groups set up to “rescue” animals only to be found selling them to anyone with the money to pay the purchase price.      ARTICLE LINK


It is a story about a little dog named Annie in the gravest of situations and her noble knight named Ashley. This story is just so very sad and so beautiful at the same time. It really moved me. And I think Annie and Ashley’s story needs to be shared as much as possible. You WILL need a handkerchief while reading this…. just letting you know.

I was asked to share the story about what I do for special case dogs on death row in shelters. I do realize that this might not be the most popular idea with all of you, but I’m hoping that maybe it will inspire someone to do the same. If you ever have the chance to do this, it will change your life.
When there are terminally ill dogs on death row, I’ve made the decision to do something very special for them. Because treating these dogs for their conditions would cause them immense suffering, I choose not to treat them. However, I also choose not to leave them in the shelter to be killed. In short, I bring them into my home for a few days. I adopt them into my heart. I love them with all that I have. And then I do what’s best for them… and let them go…
Annie’s Story, September 2010
Annie had never known happiness. She had been beaten, neglected, and starved all of her life, and then she was dumped at a shelter to die. Annie waited on death row, terrified and lonely, crying every night for someone to help her. She was very ill, and the pound asked if I was willing to take her. Yep, I’m on my way.
When I saw Annie, it was obvious that she was very sick. She was underweight, coughing, and having trouble breathing, in addition to skin and eye issues. The vet told me that Annie had advanced heartworm disease, congestive heart failure, and several other severe medical conditions. It was highly unlikely that she would pull through any of the treatments, and she would suffer tremendously throughout the process. The vet asked me if I wanted to go ahead with euthanasia. “No. I’ll bring her back next week. Before she goes to Heaven, she needs to know love.”
That day, I brought Annie home with me. I looked at her… so broken, so sickly, so unsure of whether she could trust… and I cried. I sobbed uncontrollably for Annie. Over the sad life she had led, the abuse she had endured, and now the life she would never have, thanks to the worthless people who never cared for her. And while I was bawling like a baby, Annie walked over and licked my tears, as if to say: “Don’t be sad. It’ll be okay.” This precious, wounded soul was comforting me. This girl, who had never known compassion in her life, was consoling me.
And so, I got up, stopped my crying, and vowed to give her the best week of her entire life. No more crying. Not around Annie. She deserves to know only happiness now.
That week, Annie slept in the bed with me. She ate the best food. She played as much as her little heart could stand. She laid next to me on the couch for belly rubs. She laughed at funny movies with me.
That week, Annie was special. That week, Annie was home, for the first time in her life.
Every day, Annie and I sat on my special bench by Rudy’s grave and talked to him. I told Rudy that he would have a new friend in Heaven soon, and asked him to take care of her. I told Rudy all about Annie, and Annie all about Rudy. Annie loved our talks with Rudy. She loved anything that involved love… she’d never had it before.
When Annie got so weak that it was painful for her to live, I took her to the vet to end her suffering. I stayed with her, comforted her… and Annie wasn’t afraid. She was happy, because I was there with her. Her mom was by her side… the only family she had ever known. The only person who had ever truly loved her. She was finally safe.
Annie knew it was time… it hurt too much to go on. And I was there to hold her, to love her, to say, “It’s okay. You can go now, baby girl.” And as they stuck her with the needle, I whispered into her ear:
“Know that I loved you. Know that you mattered. Know that you finally belonged to someoneyou were everything to me. You will never really be gone, because you will live forever in my heart. Thank you for sharing your last days with me. It was truly an honor to love you.”
As the drugs entered Annie’s veins, she looked up at me one last time, and her eyes said,
“Thank you for not letting me die there. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for showing me what life could be like… for giving me a family. I always wanted one. I love you.”
And before she closed her eyes forever, I said: “When you get to Heaven, ask for Rudy. Tell him I sent you.”
And then… she was gone.
I buried Annie in my backyard next to Rudy. She died on September 14, 2010.
But the week before her death, she finally lived.