We are excited to present two rescue stories from our readers. This week we are featuring a dog called Jackson, who was dumped at a construction site, and Waffles, an angel in disguise. We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we did.
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Dumped at a Construction Site, Jackson “Works” His Way to a Furever Home
By Lindsey Clark Tugman
My husband and I were looking to get a pet. We went to our local Humane Society in January to see their dogs, but we fell in love with a cat instead.
We were heartbroken, hoping we would find a dog. My husband started looking online at breeders’ websites. He wanted to spend some hefty money on a dog he found in Missouri, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t want to spend the money, and I wasn’t sure the dog was right for us.
The very next week my mom sent me an email from my cousin about a dog they found. Attached was a picture of the most beautiful dog I have ever seen, and immediately my heart clicked. I thought, “He’s the one. That’s our dog!”
My cousin’s brother works in construction and while at a site, they saw him running around. He asked around about the dog and they said he was dumped at the site a month ago, and the construction guys had been feeding him lunch scraps.
We went to my cousin’s brother’s house to see him and I fell in love. He was sitting so patiently, even while their 2-year-old son played with his face and toys. We took him home that very day.
He’s been a member of our family ever since.
He is so smart, listens to commands and recognizes phrases and toys. He loves to be near people. Although he jumps up on people, he’s always friendly and sometimes I swear he’s smiling. What I love most about him is how much he loves me. He never judges, and he brings me peace and friendship.
My husband is in the military. He was in Iraq twice before we were married. I know if he gets deployed again, Jackson will keep me company.
Jackson is amazing. We love him so much!
Rescued from a Hoarder, Waffles Finds a Family to Love Her
By Jeff Chamberlain
Waffles came to us from the Frederick County Maryland Animal Shelter.
I have been sober since January of this year, and struggling with many things. I read a story in our local newspaper about a couple that hoarded about 100 dogs and seven birds. Being a dog owner and lover, this story really plucked at my heart strings. With our current household of three kids, Banjo our Chinese Crested, my wife and me, I didn’t think we had any more room.
My wife took the kids to an open house at the animal shelter to see some of the adoptable dogs out of the bunch and found Waffles. She was scared of the crowd, but took to my family very well. I stayed home like most days, making every effort to stay sober and get better. Banjo was my partner and helped quite a bit.
After they returned home, Waffles was all they talked about (though she hadn’t earned that moniker as of yet). I kept saying we didn’t have the room until they left me alone.
On Wednesday of that week, I was edgy and out of sorts, so I went to an AA meeting in town that just happened to be next to the shelter. I decided to walk in afterwards and she was the first dog I laid eyes on. She was terrified and shaking uncontrollably. I crawled into the kennel with her and sat with her for about an hour. For some reason we both calmed down.
I called my wife, and we adopted her on the spot. This was the same dog they played with the previous weekend. My 7-year-old son Jake thought the name Waffles fit, and it kind of did, so there you have it.
She spent three days on the sofa hardly moving, except to shake. I fed her turkey breast with peanut butter to put some weight back on. Eventually she just started joining us in our routines. Waffles had made room in our house and hearts. It was as if she had been with us all along. She reads the moods of all of us very well. In fact, my wife is a cat person by nature, and this little dog just seems to be one when she sits in her lap.
I’m glad to say I’m still sober. My family – including the four-legged ones – keep me grounded.