Sunday, September 18, 2011
Amie - 9/14/2011
Amie is a 10 yr old small,female, Chihuahua. She came from death row and HART was her last chance to escape her prison alive. She is a sweetheart of a girl, who still seems to have alot of life left in her. She loves to go for car rides(as you can see in one of the pictures), as soon as the door is open she's in and up on the seat. She enjoys walks as well. Just a sweet girl looking to spend the remainder of her years loved,fed, and just cared about.
Below is the picture of her in the shelter:
On the ride home from being transported by Mark from Burlington, NC to Winston Salem, NC. Thanks so much Mark, Lesha, and everyone who had a part in saving this sweet girl!!!
Below are the pictures of her with HART:
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Susie - 9/13/2011
This little girl is a 1 yr. old female Beagle. She has the most wonderful personality! Seems to be more focused on wanting your attention, then out hunting for rabbits like a lot of Beagles. She was saved from death row, so she's ready for her second chance at life. She does have about 3/4 of a tail, which is how she came into HART from the Shelter. It appears she was born this way, or maybe she had some accident as a puppy. It doesn't affect her in anyway, other then it looks like she wags her tail 10 times more then normal. Haha! She's a sweetheart though!!
Picture of her in the shelter
Pictures below taken September 13, 2011
Buggs - 9/13/2011
This little fellow is a Male, Puggle. He is approx. 3 years old and is a total sweetheart!!! Loves to have attention, but of course, most dogs do don't they? Like the other dogs in this blog he was saved from death row on the day he was to be killed.
While at the shelter waiting for his new chance at life:
Pictures below taken September 13, 2011.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Hopefully pulling....
3 more dogs that are on death row, Tuesday, September 13. We can't confirm this yet, but we are suppose to be hopefully be pulling the three below dogs:
Terrier Mix, 2-4 years old - Male
Beagle, 1 year old - Female
Labrador Retriever, 1 year old - Male
JJ - 9/09/2011
JJ was saved from Death Row. The day HART saved him from the shelter he was due to be euthanized. He is a Corgi Mix, and approx. 1 1/2 yrs. old . He is a total sweetheart!!! Loves to be held, and loves to be with people. There isn't much of a story, but that's not what is important. What's important is his life was saved, and he has a second chance.
JJ at the Shelter:
Pictures below taken September 09, 2011.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Petunia - September 2011
Well, I guess all stories start as Once upon time...but since this isn't just any ol' story we are going to be different then normal and start with:
4 volunteers, 3 days, 2 lives, 1 priceless story!!
Saturday, September 3, a volunteer was looking at dogs needing to be pulled from shelters. She ran across a beagle mix named Petunia, who was possibly pregnant, and needing to be saved by Tuesday, September 6. She was listed on a facebook page called MiddleMutts, which post dogs needing to be pulled.
After 3 of the volunteers talked about it, they decided to see if HART could pull her from the shelter. After talking with Amy (HART's owner) she agreed, and told us to write to get more information on her. So we did. I know, you know where this story is going, what you don't know is the amazing people behind it, and all the events that took place.
We wrote MiddleMutts and was able to email with Kerri. She helped us with the information we needed and we tried to assure her if we took her, we'd do whatever we could to give her the right home, and make sure she as well as her possible babies were taken care of. It was possible another rescue would pull her, but we told them if the other rescue didn't to keep us in mind. Our only thing holding us back was the distance. Vance County is about 2 1/2 hrs from Lexington, NC. We needed to have someone help transport her. Amy, nor any of her volunteers were able to travel the entire distance, so we had to find someone to help. Kerri put us in touch with Angie, the Shelter Coordinator. Angie was helping us try to arrange a transport for her. Angie had a volunteer, Pam, who could get her to Burlington, but had no one else that could pick up from there and bring her to Winston, so we could bring her home. Fast forward to Sunday, we tried to find someone to transport her from Burlington to Winston for us, but couldn't. We decided to write Angie back and inform her we would not be able to take Petunia. As much as we hated it, we had no transport for her. Angie wrote back and said the other shelter had already picked up the other dogs and had taken another in Petunia's place, with the hope and idea that we could save her. Which meant in the long run 1 extra dog would be saved. We wrote back and forth until 1:30am Monday morning. We could not figure out how to get her from Burlington to Winston. We had no one that could do it! Monday early morning brought about little sleep. The volunteers were back up and at it, doing anything and everything to get someone to transport Petunia that leg of the trip. We contacted other rescues, tranport people, etc. We begged and pleaded all day long! From about 8am until 7pm. We had no idea how to save her if we couldn't fill that leg of her journey up. We couldn't just let her die, but we were running out of options. We were writing and asking everyone we knew that might could help, in hopes we'd get a Yes! Desperation, love, compassion and a few other things make you use all your options. No matter how crazy or silly they maybe, what's the worst that could happen? We asked someone and they said, No? So we decided to look for anyone in the Burlington area who'd previously adopted dogs from us, that might could help. We wrote a few and didn't have much luck, until we got one much needed email back from Carol. She said she could help! We called her, spoke with her and finally....WE HAD SOMEONE!!! Carol offered her help, and said she'd be happy to do it. At this moment the 3 volunteers searching, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately wrote Angie, then Kerri, to tell both of them the good news!! So plans were arranged and at 10:30pm Monday, September 5, we had it all figured out. Pam would pick Ms. Petunia up from the Shelter, drive her just over an hour to meet Carol in Burlington, Carol would drive her the 50 minutes to meet Bonnie (and her daughters Sarah & Sharon) in Winston-Salem, they would then make the 30 minute trip to take her home.
Tuesday morning came, and you guessed it, everything went off without a problem!! Praise the Lord! Petunia made it safe and sound. She was a bit timid and nervous, but settled in pretty quickly. Considering all she'd been through, she was an angel. Most of us would be exhausted after riding 2 1/2 hours, and then been put from one persons vehicle to another, all of this newness hitting at once. Petunia was a sweetheart and took it all in stride. On her last leg of her journey she got to stop by Chick-Fil-A and get some chicken. Once she got home, she was very ready to eat it!! Pictures will follow of her shortly.
I want to say a HUGE thanks to all involved!
First to Kerri for posting her.
Second to Angie for all she did and for finding Pam.
Third to Pam for volunteering to drive to Burlington.
Fourth to Carol for volunteering to drive to Winston.
Without all of you this would not be possible!!! Petunia was rescued on the day she was to be killed, and this would not have been possible without every single one of you. You are all angels to Petunia!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!
The day of her rescue:
Getting out of Carol's vehicle in Winston
Check out my new bling bling!
A beagle for sure!
Saying goodbye and Thanks to Carol
Stopping at Chick-Fil-A for my Chicken!!!!
On the way home from Winston
Getting out at my new home
At new home and settling in
Eating her chicken
Helping herself to make sure there isn't anymore
All in a days work...this here makes for one tired chica
They'll be more pictures and updates to add to her story.
4 volunteers, 3 days, 2 lives, 1 priceless story!!
Saturday, September 3, a volunteer was looking at dogs needing to be pulled from shelters. She ran across a beagle mix named Petunia, who was possibly pregnant, and needing to be saved by Tuesday, September 6. She was listed on a facebook page called MiddleMutts, which post dogs needing to be pulled.
After 3 of the volunteers talked about it, they decided to see if HART could pull her from the shelter. After talking with Amy (HART's owner) she agreed, and told us to write to get more information on her. So we did. I know, you know where this story is going, what you don't know is the amazing people behind it, and all the events that took place.
We wrote MiddleMutts and was able to email with Kerri. She helped us with the information we needed and we tried to assure her if we took her, we'd do whatever we could to give her the right home, and make sure she as well as her possible babies were taken care of. It was possible another rescue would pull her, but we told them if the other rescue didn't to keep us in mind. Our only thing holding us back was the distance. Vance County is about 2 1/2 hrs from Lexington, NC. We needed to have someone help transport her. Amy, nor any of her volunteers were able to travel the entire distance, so we had to find someone to help. Kerri put us in touch with Angie, the Shelter Coordinator. Angie was helping us try to arrange a transport for her. Angie had a volunteer, Pam, who could get her to Burlington, but had no one else that could pick up from there and bring her to Winston, so we could bring her home. Fast forward to Sunday, we tried to find someone to transport her from Burlington to Winston for us, but couldn't. We decided to write Angie back and inform her we would not be able to take Petunia. As much as we hated it, we had no transport for her. Angie wrote back and said the other shelter had already picked up the other dogs and had taken another in Petunia's place, with the hope and idea that we could save her. Which meant in the long run 1 extra dog would be saved. We wrote back and forth until 1:30am Monday morning. We could not figure out how to get her from Burlington to Winston. We had no one that could do it! Monday early morning brought about little sleep. The volunteers were back up and at it, doing anything and everything to get someone to transport Petunia that leg of the trip. We contacted other rescues, tranport people, etc. We begged and pleaded all day long! From about 8am until 7pm. We had no idea how to save her if we couldn't fill that leg of her journey up. We couldn't just let her die, but we were running out of options. We were writing and asking everyone we knew that might could help, in hopes we'd get a Yes! Desperation, love, compassion and a few other things make you use all your options. No matter how crazy or silly they maybe, what's the worst that could happen? We asked someone and they said, No? So we decided to look for anyone in the Burlington area who'd previously adopted dogs from us, that might could help. We wrote a few and didn't have much luck, until we got one much needed email back from Carol. She said she could help! We called her, spoke with her and finally....WE HAD SOMEONE!!! Carol offered her help, and said she'd be happy to do it. At this moment the 3 volunteers searching, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately wrote Angie, then Kerri, to tell both of them the good news!! So plans were arranged and at 10:30pm Monday, September 5, we had it all figured out. Pam would pick Ms. Petunia up from the Shelter, drive her just over an hour to meet Carol in Burlington, Carol would drive her the 50 minutes to meet Bonnie (and her daughters Sarah & Sharon) in Winston-Salem, they would then make the 30 minute trip to take her home.
Tuesday morning came, and you guessed it, everything went off without a problem!! Praise the Lord! Petunia made it safe and sound. She was a bit timid and nervous, but settled in pretty quickly. Considering all she'd been through, she was an angel. Most of us would be exhausted after riding 2 1/2 hours, and then been put from one persons vehicle to another, all of this newness hitting at once. Petunia was a sweetheart and took it all in stride. On her last leg of her journey she got to stop by Chick-Fil-A and get some chicken. Once she got home, she was very ready to eat it!! Pictures will follow of her shortly.
I want to say a HUGE thanks to all involved!
First to Kerri for posting her.
Second to Angie for all she did and for finding Pam.
Third to Pam for volunteering to drive to Burlington.
Fourth to Carol for volunteering to drive to Winston.
Without all of you this would not be possible!!! Petunia was rescued on the day she was to be killed, and this would not have been possible without every single one of you. You are all angels to Petunia!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!
Nikki and 7 pups - March 2011
Helly my name is Nikki and this is my story.
Most of the time people look forward to Friday's, you know the start of a weekend. It's going to be a fun time, after all we've got all weekend to do whatever we please, right? Not if you're me!
Friday, March 4th started out just like every other day. Me trying to give all I had to take care of my precious babies, with no help from the irresponsible person who let me get in this predicament in the first place. The day was going like normal until I was caught by the cartoon version of a dog's worse nightmare- Animal Control. I was scared, hungry and sad. How could I possibly get them to see my babies were out there alone, and helpless. They needed me, and I needed them.
I was taken to a small, somewhat dark place, I could hear the desperate barks coming from around me. Where was I? Who were these strange people and dogs I've never seen before? What would happen to me, and more importantly what would happen to my poor babies out in the cruel world all alone, no food, no motherly warmth or love? Was this for real, or could I possibly be sleeping with my babies, and I'd wake up to realize it was just a doggy nightmare? Quietly I sat on this hard,cold floor peering through wire, waiting, waiting, and waiting some more. The day turned into night, and the night soon turned back to day. Still no signs of getting out, no signs of my babies. I could do nothing but wait, and set around with a broken spirit. So wait I did, soon the weekend so many were looking forward to, turned into my living nightmare.
Finally - Monday came, I hadn't seen my babies since I was picked up on Friday. No one coming to claim me, hope was being lost...Wait ~ did I just hear, nahhh couldn't have been, it's just my desperation making me hear things. Or was it? The wimper, the cries, it just had to be, I'd know those sounds from a mile a way... my BABIES!! The people who picked me up, went back and found my babies! Can you believe it? One at a time, my babies were handed back to me, all 7 were there. WOW! It's a miracle, my babies are alive, and back with me, no need to worry now... or is there?
I'm still not sure where I am, nor who these people are. I do notice some very kind people coming by though,and paying me attention. Something I've dreamed of for forever. Then a snap of a bright light, some talk of finding me a safe place to go. So I was right, this scary strange place isn't safe for my babies, or me! What am I to do?
By this time my spirit was just about gone, though I have my babies with me, my body doesn't look the best, and I've got 7 babies in my watch.. who would even think twice about a dog like me?
Lonely and unsure I set with my babies, until some volunteer angels would come around and pay me more attention. I would brighten up, and quickly I showed them that I'm such a sweetheart. They were falling for me, I could tell. I was up for adoption, and I had people doing there best trying to get someone who could help me. See, people aren't all bad.
Wednesday, March 9th I set alone scared, I've seen dogs going out the back door, but why oh why did none of them come back? I see more dogs coming in, all looking as scared and unsure as I was and am. What will happen to me, my time is running short and this place is getting more crowded by the day? I sat there not knowing at the time that one of my angels had posted my pictures and info on craigslist trying desperately to get someone to help me and my babies before I too made that trip. A volunteer at HART Foundation saw my pictures and instantly fell in love. I've been told my face broke her heart. She started trying to get information on me, and talking to the people at the rescue who would decide if they could save me. Ok, since my story is so long, I'll just say this, I had alot of special people looking out for me, trying their best to get me out of my dungeon before my time was up. They were hard at work, and Thursday afternoon all the effort had paid off. I could hardly believe it when an angel on 2 legs opened my cage and got me and my babies out, yep you read that right I was getting out. I could tell this was a good thing, I was safe. My spirits were rising a bit, though still uncertain what lied ahead. This angel took me in her car, and I was on my journey to some place safe. After being placed into another car, and a another nice lil' journey I arrived at the rescue. Safe and sound at last- all 8 of us. The Volunteers were waiting to see me, they showered me with love and kisses, oh oh oh don't forget the "cookies" (AKA Treats). I instantly took up with them tail wagging, and hanging all over them. They helped me out of the car for which I was very grateful for, hey when a girls got to go, a girls got to go! They got me and my babies a nice area with warm blankets, fresh water, and can you believe an entire pan of food for ME! I didn't have to search for it, I didn't have to go hungry. My tummy was oh so grateful. You see, I was so skinny, I'd been giving every ounce to my babies to keep them fed. My hair looks like my body was stressing, and I have been out in the weather. A very poor looking coat for sure. Like every other girl , my hair needs to be beautiful and shiny, right?
We were settled in at our new place, and I just knew things were going to be ok. I could feel it. By Saturday morning, I acted like I'd been here my entire life. The volunteers voices drifted my way Saturday morning, and I couldn't control my smile or wagging tail. Checking pockets for I knew they wouldn't have came empty handed. They didn't let me down, full supply of cookies!! They tell me I know I'm a lucky girl, and in my short time here I've made several people friends, who new they could be so awesome? My tummy is getting a constant source of food, even though my body is so hungry I scarf it down every meal. I'm working on that. I've just been so so so hungry,and the food taste so so so good. Speaking of food though, I know with them being kind enough to take me and my 7 babies in they've also taken on the burden of feeding us, our medications, etc. I figure the least I could do is try and get some help for them to lesson the financial burden. Since I can't exactly go get a job, especially not in modeling (at least not yet with this body, though they do say I have a heart stopping smile) if you have any spare change you are looking to put somewhere, I'd be forever grateful to keep it out of your couch cushions for you. Incase you're asking what if there is so many giving people that there is more than enough for me and my pups.. I promise I will give it to the other dogs here at the rescue with me. Or, if there is another "deathrow doggy" they can save, I'll let them use it for that lucky dog. It will go to help a dog in need, I can assure you of that!
Speaking of other deathrow dogs, in the excitement of my happy ending let's not over look the sadness at the number of dogs I saw go through the back door and never come back. They weren't so lucky, that could have and soon would have been me. My pups and I would have been next, the thought of my babies not even getting to experience life breaks my heart.
To all the angels who chose my babies and I as the lucky reciepent of safety,love,care,and food... I owe my life to you. I will never forget you, and may each smile, kiss and tail wag you see warm your heart with the gratitude I'll carry with me always!
To all the angels who will help carry the financial burden of us 8, may you see those same smiles(and yes even the tail wags!) through my pictures. Know those are for each of you, who have helped us live a better life.
With all my doggy love,
Nikki and pups
Below please see the pictures (taken at the shelter) that stole and saddened hearts:
Nikki on the day she and her pups were due to be euthanized, but were instead brought to HART:
Nikki in August 2011, can you see the difference? 
A poem written about Nikki, by Sharon (a HART Volunteer):
Wandering around on my own,
Standing along this road all alone.
Picked up in a truck,
Where was I going and why was I stuck?
Taken to a high kill place,
Nothing to do but wait with grace.
In my short life I've been in hard spots,
But the hardest is about my 7 tots.
I'm worried about them,
As the clock ticks our lives all dim.
Left on their own for two straight days,
Things weren't suppose to be this way.
Finally they are found,
I can hear their distinct sound.
Reunited in this pen with me,
Now would someone set us free?
Days before we were to die,
I have no reason now to cry.
A rescue just agree to take us in,
Don't worry this is not the end.
They'll be another chapter in our book,
You'll just have to stop back in and take a look.
Most of the time people look forward to Friday's, you know the start of a weekend. It's going to be a fun time, after all we've got all weekend to do whatever we please, right? Not if you're me!
Friday, March 4th started out just like every other day. Me trying to give all I had to take care of my precious babies, with no help from the irresponsible person who let me get in this predicament in the first place. The day was going like normal until I was caught by the cartoon version of a dog's worse nightmare- Animal Control. I was scared, hungry and sad. How could I possibly get them to see my babies were out there alone, and helpless. They needed me, and I needed them.
I was taken to a small, somewhat dark place, I could hear the desperate barks coming from around me. Where was I? Who were these strange people and dogs I've never seen before? What would happen to me, and more importantly what would happen to my poor babies out in the cruel world all alone, no food, no motherly warmth or love? Was this for real, or could I possibly be sleeping with my babies, and I'd wake up to realize it was just a doggy nightmare? Quietly I sat on this hard,cold floor peering through wire, waiting, waiting, and waiting some more. The day turned into night, and the night soon turned back to day. Still no signs of getting out, no signs of my babies. I could do nothing but wait, and set around with a broken spirit. So wait I did, soon the weekend so many were looking forward to, turned into my living nightmare.
Finally - Monday came, I hadn't seen my babies since I was picked up on Friday. No one coming to claim me, hope was being lost...Wait ~ did I just hear, nahhh couldn't have been, it's just my desperation making me hear things. Or was it? The wimper, the cries, it just had to be, I'd know those sounds from a mile a way... my BABIES!! The people who picked me up, went back and found my babies! Can you believe it? One at a time, my babies were handed back to me, all 7 were there. WOW! It's a miracle, my babies are alive, and back with me, no need to worry now... or is there?
I'm still not sure where I am, nor who these people are. I do notice some very kind people coming by though,and paying me attention. Something I've dreamed of for forever. Then a snap of a bright light, some talk of finding me a safe place to go. So I was right, this scary strange place isn't safe for my babies, or me! What am I to do?
By this time my spirit was just about gone, though I have my babies with me, my body doesn't look the best, and I've got 7 babies in my watch.. who would even think twice about a dog like me?
Lonely and unsure I set with my babies, until some volunteer angels would come around and pay me more attention. I would brighten up, and quickly I showed them that I'm such a sweetheart. They were falling for me, I could tell. I was up for adoption, and I had people doing there best trying to get someone who could help me. See, people aren't all bad.
Wednesday, March 9th I set alone scared, I've seen dogs going out the back door, but why oh why did none of them come back? I see more dogs coming in, all looking as scared and unsure as I was and am. What will happen to me, my time is running short and this place is getting more crowded by the day? I sat there not knowing at the time that one of my angels had posted my pictures and info on craigslist trying desperately to get someone to help me and my babies before I too made that trip. A volunteer at HART Foundation saw my pictures and instantly fell in love. I've been told my face broke her heart. She started trying to get information on me, and talking to the people at the rescue who would decide if they could save me. Ok, since my story is so long, I'll just say this, I had alot of special people looking out for me, trying their best to get me out of my dungeon before my time was up. They were hard at work, and Thursday afternoon all the effort had paid off. I could hardly believe it when an angel on 2 legs opened my cage and got me and my babies out, yep you read that right I was getting out. I could tell this was a good thing, I was safe. My spirits were rising a bit, though still uncertain what lied ahead. This angel took me in her car, and I was on my journey to some place safe. After being placed into another car, and a another nice lil' journey I arrived at the rescue. Safe and sound at last- all 8 of us. The Volunteers were waiting to see me, they showered me with love and kisses, oh oh oh don't forget the "cookies" (AKA Treats). I instantly took up with them tail wagging, and hanging all over them. They helped me out of the car for which I was very grateful for, hey when a girls got to go, a girls got to go! They got me and my babies a nice area with warm blankets, fresh water, and can you believe an entire pan of food for ME! I didn't have to search for it, I didn't have to go hungry. My tummy was oh so grateful. You see, I was so skinny, I'd been giving every ounce to my babies to keep them fed. My hair looks like my body was stressing, and I have been out in the weather. A very poor looking coat for sure. Like every other girl , my hair needs to be beautiful and shiny, right?
We were settled in at our new place, and I just knew things were going to be ok. I could feel it. By Saturday morning, I acted like I'd been here my entire life. The volunteers voices drifted my way Saturday morning, and I couldn't control my smile or wagging tail. Checking pockets for I knew they wouldn't have came empty handed. They didn't let me down, full supply of cookies!! They tell me I know I'm a lucky girl, and in my short time here I've made several people friends, who new they could be so awesome? My tummy is getting a constant source of food, even though my body is so hungry I scarf it down every meal. I'm working on that. I've just been so so so hungry,and the food taste so so so good. Speaking of food though, I know with them being kind enough to take me and my 7 babies in they've also taken on the burden of feeding us, our medications, etc. I figure the least I could do is try and get some help for them to lesson the financial burden. Since I can't exactly go get a job, especially not in modeling (at least not yet with this body, though they do say I have a heart stopping smile) if you have any spare change you are looking to put somewhere, I'd be forever grateful to keep it out of your couch cushions for you. Incase you're asking what if there is so many giving people that there is more than enough for me and my pups.. I promise I will give it to the other dogs here at the rescue with me. Or, if there is another "deathrow doggy" they can save, I'll let them use it for that lucky dog. It will go to help a dog in need, I can assure you of that!
Speaking of other deathrow dogs, in the excitement of my happy ending let's not over look the sadness at the number of dogs I saw go through the back door and never come back. They weren't so lucky, that could have and soon would have been me. My pups and I would have been next, the thought of my babies not even getting to experience life breaks my heart.
To all the angels who chose my babies and I as the lucky reciepent of safety,love,care,and food... I owe my life to you. I will never forget you, and may each smile, kiss and tail wag you see warm your heart with the gratitude I'll carry with me always!
To all the angels who will help carry the financial burden of us 8, may you see those same smiles(and yes even the tail wags!) through my pictures. Know those are for each of you, who have helped us live a better life.
With all my doggy love,
Nikki and pups
Wandering around on my own,
Standing along this road all alone.
Picked up in a truck,
Where was I going and why was I stuck?
Taken to a high kill place,
Nothing to do but wait with grace.
In my short life I've been in hard spots,
But the hardest is about my 7 tots.
I'm worried about them,
As the clock ticks our lives all dim.
Left on their own for two straight days,
Things weren't suppose to be this way.
Finally they are found,
I can hear their distinct sound.
Reunited in this pen with me,
Now would someone set us free?
Days before we were to die,
I have no reason now to cry.
A rescue just agree to take us in,
Don't worry this is not the end.
They'll be another chapter in our book,
You'll just have to stop back in and take a look.
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