Thursday, December 31, 2015

Cathy Kilbourne - R.I.P.

Caitlin Kilbourne shared a page
Thousand Oaks, CA ·
Hello Facebook Friends,

As some of you may have heard, my beautiful, sweet, caring angel of a mother Cathy Kilbourne passed away from complications due to cancer a few weeks ago on December 5th, 2015. Many of you have already reached out in various wonderful ways and offered your endless love, good wishes, and support, for which my family and I are forever grateful. Words really cannot express how happy it makes me to know that my mom was so loved by so many people - a true testament to what an amazing soul she was and how her short time here on this Earth was never taken for granted.

I am writing this today to ask those of you who wish to join me in celebrating her life attend the memorial service being held on Saturday, January 9th, 2016 at 1:00pm at the United Methodist Church located at 1000 E Janss Rd, in Thousand Oaks, CA (91360). I am also writing this in the hopes that you all can help me spread this message. My mom touched so many lives, and I know all of the phone calls and emails I've been dispatching don't even begin to scratch the surface of the network of people she's built during her time here.

In order to properly honor my mom during the service on January 9th, I have a few requests to make:

  1. My mom's favorite colors were purple and red, so if you could please try to wear these colors in any form or fashion during the service, I know she would absolutely love to look out on a sea of vibrant color as people gather to celebrate her.
  2. If you were thinking of sending flowers, please instead consider making a donation to the Tiny Loving Canines Animal Shelter (http://www.tinylovingcanines.org/donate.html) in my mom's name. She loved animals of all kinds, shapes, and sizes, and was heavily involved in this organization until her passing. Honoring her commitment to making a difference in the lives of shelter pets would be a wonderful tribute to my mom's selfless and giving heart.
  3. Please bring your stories of my mom to share at the service. Tell me how she made you laugh, made you smile, made you some really good food, or helped you through a tough time. Please tell me how she touched your life, even if it was just in the smallest of ways. (If you would like to write any of these stories down for me to collect in a memory book, I would greatly appreciate it.)
  4. Smile when you think of her smile emoticon my mom was ever the optimist, and if there is anything she would want us to learn from her it is that it's ok to cry, but there is so much more out there for us to celebrate and laugh about and be thankful for. So although this is a sad time for us all, let our heavy hearts be lifted by our memories of happier times with her.

Thank you all again for reaching out and in turn helping me reach many others. If you have any questions about the service or just want to tell me a great story about my mom, please feel free to message me here on Facebook or contact me on my cell phone.

Now that you're done reading this, please also take a quick break from Facebook to go hug your loved ones and tell them how much you love them and how much you appreciate them. Go outside and enjoy the sun on this lovely day. Relish every deep breath, every color you see, every feeling you feel. Go snuggle with your pets. Go make a delicious meal. Smile at all the little things that make life worth living, not just for yourself, but for my mom as well!


Monday, December 21, 2015

It's a Wonderful Life...

On Saturday evening, after we closed the rescue center for the night, many of the TLC volunteers came in for our "M&M"... We have a monthly (quick) meeting and then most stay and watch a movie together... 

We hold them in the Educational Corner at the rescue center... A soft, comfy corner that is filled with cushy leather couches and chairs... "Santa Don" donated a large TV and DVD player for this area and this is where we also hold our workshops, groups meet on a weekly basis, etc... It is a nice, "homey" kind of area that came to be, due to kind donations of furniture and a lot of dreams... A LOT of dreams...

This year has been especially trying for TLC... Promised for years that we would always have a spot at the mall, we hung in there through all of the reconstruction - times when we were missing parts of the roof and rain came in, ruining equipment... Other times when the steel was being worked on and sparks came down, burning our dogs and setting fleece on fire... But we believed in the promises, emails and statements that were made to us - after all, a man (or corporation) is only as good as their word(s), right?...

All along, we asked for a bigger spot when told that one day we would have to move... We wanted a place that workshops could be held so we could teach people how to keep their pets instead of surrendering them... And as we stayed in a constant state of "you are going to have to move as the redevelopment plans move towards your area", we slowed down the number of dog lives we were saving in anticipation of that upcoming move... 'Next month'... 'Next spring'... 'Early summer'... etc.

Each and every time our volunteers were asked to support or join into something at the mall, we were there...  In force... Eventually our small piece of real estate became valuable with large restaurants opening up nearby...  Our use as a community nonprofit at city council meetings was of no value after we helped push through the digital signage on the 118... And we were advised to look elsewhere, outside of the mall, to save dog lives... 

Finding a new location was not easy, and this time the location was not free... We had been doing extraordinary things with the donations we got each month, saving this dog who needed a $1400 surgery... Putting in 6 months of expensive vet care to save that litter infected with ringworm... We came to the realization we either shut down TLC all together or found a location that required rent to continue on with our mission of saving lives... 

I put it to the TLC volunteers for a vote... After all, we are a team and it was going to take a LOT of hard work to happen... Many commercial property owners turned us down, not wanting a dog rescue on their property... Others were priced so expensive, we knew no matter how hard we worked, we would not be able to adopt enough dogs and puppies to make the rent each month... We looked at 51 empty business locations around the city before narrowing it down to three and finally deciding on the spot we are today... Yes, the rent is almost $5,000 a month plus utilities and we scrape by each month... But we also have 4 times the space we had previously and both our dogs and volunteers are better for it... 

And then the REAL work began - laying floor tile, painting, moving the vast amount of equipment we have along with the dogs and puppies... It was a nightmare I will never be able to go through again in my lifetime... 

As I looked around the Educational Corner on Saturday night, my mind replayed the past six months of agony, sweat and perseverance that we would not fail the dogs of Ventura County... As I watched TLC volunteers opening 'Secret Santa' gifts, I thought about all the gifts I have been given throughout the years... 

I know if I had a flat tire at 10PM on a dark, lonely road, there is at least 10 of the TLC volunteers I could call and probably 9 of them would come out on a moment's notice to help me... If not all of them at one time!... I have listened to personal struggles, triumphs, complaints, comments, compliments and just about everything else in between!... I have laughed with and loved all of these folks, who come together with no hidden agenda beyond the desire and commitment to be a part of the No-Kill movement in our county... 

It certainly isn't to be paid or to 'dabble' in something... They all work hard and bust butt, doing what we do... We count our 'payment and reward' as the smiling faces and joy that shows when adopters post their happy photos of their new BFF on our Facebook page or email them in to us... Alumni come by and tell us how great their adopted dog or puppy is, how much they love them and thank us for doing what many others cannot, day in and day out, 364 days a year... 

We laugh a lot among ourselves... The goofy antics of Kathryn, our oldest volunteer at 71... Or other funny things that happen... 

And we cry with each other when one of our furbabies grows old and passes over the Rainbow Bridge, having been loved deeply by one of the volunteers... The circle of Life, ya know?

Loving and laughing... What a great combination, huh?... Hard work aside, this is the most incredible group of people you will find... Numbering over 60 now, it does not matter what age, financial background or education or even sex... 

I always say I have the best volunteers in the county, and I saw it with all sincerity and love... (even if they buy me puppy slippers and laugh at me during the modeling of them!  )... 

We joke among ourselves that TLC has reserved a complete complex up in Heaven... No more poop (clouds are always white, right??)... Dogs will all be healthy and no more vet visits... I requested a dance floor personally... A few of us have asked for a nice spacious kitchen that we can cook in, plus a HUGE dining room table to fit us all in once the meals are made.... 

The husbands of the TLC volunteers have already reserved HUGE wide-screen TVs, and us ladies joke that we will need tables and tables for the massive amount of remote controls required to run all of those gadgets!... Lots of green grass for the dogs and puppies to run in, and a storehouse of warm, comfy beds for one and all to sleep in... No more bills, no more struggles... Just loving each other and our fur-babies without pain or suffering... Just puppy slippers for one and all!

Who would have thought over 6 years ago, a dream of mine spawned by an off-handed comment of my husband's would have evolved into a full fledged rescue center, running 7 days with over 300 volunteer hours a week required would ever come to be?  

Think about it... Just 2,386 days ago, this was all a thought and a dream... And today the TLC volunteers have saved 2,431 canine lives... That is more than one life each day for each day of our existence... And the year is not over yet...

It is TRULY a wonderful life, just like the movie we picked to watch... Not born out of profit or greed, but just because it is the right thing to do... To reach a point where no healthy, adoptable puppy or dog has to die... Just how great is that???!!!  TLC and its volunteers ROCK... what a GREAT group of folks I am proud to be a part of!!!

With much love,
Linda


P.S.  I have to show off my gift from the volunteers... It was given to me on Saturday night as they told me I am the 'heart of TLC'... It is my birthstone and I have been thinking about this for the past six months... I have not worn my birthstone in years and I've been thinking maybe I should again before I curl up and die somewhere.   It was kind of a shock that I was given this - I had been looking at the entwined hearts jewelry the past few months as well... When I opened it (knowing I had not told anyone about these two separate thought processes), and seeing both together in one gorgeous necklace, I was a bit spooked... And so like a baby, I had to well up in tears as I opened it.  I will wear this proudly because I know it was given to me with lots and lots of love!






Friday, December 18, 2015

From the Director's Chair: "Comic"

Today we have another interview with one of our rescued dogs... Comic - otherwise known to us as the "Unknown Comic"...


Linda:  So, Mr. Comic?  How are you today?
Comic (w/heavy Italian accent):  Oh, please... don't be so formal... just call me "Comic"

Linda:   That's an interesting name - how did you come by it?
Comic:   Frankly, I really don't know.  Humans are such STRANGE animals, ya know?  There I was... just walking along and BAM!, some stranger picks me up around my middle like the goomer really knows me... Like we grew up together in the old neighborhood, ya know?...

Shoves me into a truck and I was wondering what I'd done... Thinkin' I'd made the Bossman mad or something, ya know?... Don't think I was in trouble for stealing that ham sandwich I saw on the counter 'cause I blamed it on the cat... Rumblin' round in the back of that truck, the goober then puts me into a kennel run with other dogs... I hung around there for a bit, made eyes at some of the ladies across the way... And then you come along and said you were going to save me... Hmmm... 


Linda (bit annoyed):  That still doesn't explain your name, Comic.
Comic:    Oh that... Well, one of the TLC volunteers gave me that name... She said that everything I did was so funny, that I should have been a comic... And it stuck.

Linda:    How long have you been with TLC now, Comic?
Comic:    Let's see... It was after Tony went to the slammer... and uh... well, guess it is a year now.   Time flies when you do the time, ya know?


Linda (checking files):  Yes, we took you out of the shelter on 12/1/14.  It has been a year.
Comic:   And ya know?  You guys put that goofy hat on me last year, telling me it would win me a furever home and that Santa was listening... You shouldn't say things to us that are not true... Santa didn't hear me or didn't read my list...
Linda:   Maybe you should have been nicer to the cat and not eaten that ham sandwich?
Comic:   ((silence))

Linda:   So, Comic... What would make someone adopt you?
Comic:   Well, I like to cuddle and I also am the only dog that can walk inside of a cocoon.
Linda:   Huh?
Comic:   Yes, I like to wrap myself up in my blankee and sleep.  If I need a drink, why bother to unwrap myself... I just walk over to the bowl and get me a slurp, then walk back.  No need to take my fleece off and get cold, ya know?

Linda:   Is that all?
Comic:   What more does anyone else need to get adopted in this town?
Linda:   Probably more
Comic:   Well, I have a magic whistle.
Linda:   A magic whistle?
Comic:   Yes, a magic whistle.  I can hit your shoe with my whistle spray at least 2 feet away... I've been practicing that for a long time and my aim is pretty good.
Linda:    I don't think that is a good trick.
Comic:    Can you do it?
Linda:   No.  ((silence))


Linda:    So tell me, Comic.  What would be an ideal home for you if you had your pick?
Comic:   Hmmmmmm... Lets see... This time I think I would like my owner to be a guy... Someone that would think passing gas is funny or would enjoy when the grand kids come over and laugh at my tricks.  I'd like a guy I can go for a slow leisurely walk with and check out all the babes with, then come home, have a ham sandwich, crawl up on the couch and watch some TV.  Maybe take a nap... Or two.   


Then get up, stretch our legs and go practice our whistles outside by the back door... Maybe make up a little gravy for some pasta?  Little garlic bread?  Hey, maybe we can have a burping contest after dinner?  That would be SO COOL!  I just know my guy is out there, waiting for me to come into his life and share his bed... Too personal?  OK, scratch that one... 

Linda:   So there you have it folks... Straight from the 'Unknown Comic' himself... Now waiting for a furever home for over a year now...  Comic, give the folks one last pitch here... Sell yourself with that fabulous smile!



Wednesday, December 2, 2015

What part of 'No'....

As a rescue organization, it is our job to save dogs from dying in the shelter, get them healthy again after the owner couldn't afford needed vet care (or wouldn't spend the money), rehabilitate dogs with behavioral issues and get them back up to an adoptable standard... Or if nothing else, stop the clock from ticking on a great dog, who through no fault of their own, ended up homeless and unwanted... 

And because we are No-Kill, we go beyond extraordinary means, each and every day of the year to step up and not fail these dogs we have rescued when the general public has failed them first... 

The bottom line is to find each and every puppy or adult a GREAT home - the best that we can find... 

But here is the rub - each and EVERY time we have turned down a potential adopter because their home was not the right home for one of our dogs or puppies, one of the first things we hear is either "You do not know who I am" or "I will ruin your organization through social media" or "I am going to report you (and/or shut you down)"... 

We don't deny many adoption applications as a rule... We educate folks with pools so their new puppy does not fall in and become a dead puppy floating in it... We educate the general public about the need to go out with their white dog at 6AM to go potty because they leave close to the coyote hunting grounds, and our dogs are prime coyote bait... We encourage people to adopt according to their lifestyles and how much actual time they have to spend with this dog, versus wanting a dog like their sister has, etc... We teach people that a 10-year old Chihuahua is NOT old because of the long life-span of this breed... And we show the general public that not all Chihuahuas are 'yappy, nasty dogs' as they visit the rescue center and see the non-Chihuahuas to be the ones we work the hardest on because the previous owner did not change the barking habit...

But when we receive an adoption application that we know from first hand experience is not going to be a furever adoption, we don't shy away from explaining why their application is not being approved for this particular puppy and that an older puppy or dog is a better fit... 

And lets face facts - if you have 4 children under the age of 6 years old, do you REALLY have enough time in each day to give to a canine when your children demand so much of your attention and deserve the very best of you for the next 12 years?

But when we do say no and you are not willing to listen to reason (or listen to our years and years of experience doing rescue), it gets real old real fast to be threatened with social media... Because if you don't respond and tell both sides of the story, it hangs out there for someone else to come along, read it and decide against adopting from TLC and saving a dog or puppy's life... 

And the general public seldom, if ever, tells both sides of the story... 

The majority of the time, I just let it go... I know why we have said no to someone and the bottom line to us is that 'it is all about the dogs', finding them homes that are furever and that these dogs won't show back up in a local shelter down the road... And when they do, we go back in and rescue them a second time because that is our commitment to any puppy or dog we save... 

BUT, on occasion I have to step into social media and tell the other side of the story... Application came in yesterday from someone in another state (outside of California)... Woman has 2 Brittany Spaniels and a 5-month old baby... Interested in one of our teeny tiny Chihuahuas that maybe (just maybe) will be 3 pounds when fully grown... This Chihuahua is bonded with another small Chihuahua as well... But only the smaller puppy is desired... And this woman intends to leave this Chi puppy alone for at least 8 hours a day... 

Adopting a bigger, older Chihuahua who can withstand being left alone 8 hours a day with two 30-40 pound Brittanies is not an option for her... Adopting a more hardier dog that can easier withstand the safety issues of children learning to walk is not an option... Explaining that our rules about not placing petite dogs in with young children came about because of children falling on our dogs, breaking legs and the owners not being willing to pay the surgery bills to either fix the leg or amputate it, opting instead to euthanize the small dog until we were called and took back the dog... 

I could have been polite and simply said we don't adopt out of state, but being honest, we do adopt out of state when it is a great application... I could have been polite and explained further than I did that putting a teeny tiny with big dogs is very difficult to do - but I know it can be done because I do it at my home... However, I don't have a 5-month old baby that needs my attention and I don't work full time out of the home either... 

The compromise offered (a larger, older dog) was not one she would accept... And called numerous times to the rescue center to argue with us about being denied on this puppy... Finally, when reason and logic was not working in this conversation - and I would not approve the application - I heard that usual threat.... "I am going to social media to tell everyone what a horrible organization you are running"...



So you tell me... When does social media bullying end?... When we are willing say, "Oh, it is just a dog and who cares how the adoption ends up down the road?"

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

#GivingTuesday

Everyone - your mother, your friends, even your ole yella dog - is asking you to give today... 


I too had some nice graphics ready to post for this day... So lets get this out of the way right up front... 

It runs over $10,000 a month for us to keep the rescue center open each month... That is the rent, the electricity (over a $1,000 a month - we get no discounts because we are a nonprofit), the cleaning supplies, food, etc.

So far this year we have paid $78,000 in vet bills and meds... And the year has not ended yet... 

The TLC volunteers spend over 300 hours PER WEEK to keep the rescue center open... We start at 7AM every day (some start earlier than that) and at least three of us are there to end of the day, closing... We are ALWAYS asking for volunteers who are willing to come in for at least 4 hours each week on a consistent basis so the dogs we save are well taken care of... 

This doesn't include the extra hours needed to bathe the dogs, transport the dogs to the vets, etc... Just the bare minimums to take care of the dogs and to be open 7 days a week so the general public can come in, fall in love with a furbaby and adopt... 

In my mind, you are either committed year round to stopping the needless killing of healthy adoptable dogs or you are not... One day in the year (#GivingTuesday) is not going to change the tide of unwanted pets flooding our county's shelter, and in turn, us trying to stop the ticking clock of death awaiting them as a temporary stop on their journey to a furever home... 

So, here it goes - if you are willing and support what we do, please set up a recurring donation each month to help keep the rescue center open year-round... It is tax deductible and you will be part of saving a dog's life... Not just today but throughout the year... Use the drop-down menu on that page to set up a $20 a month donation up to a $1,000 a month donation - as you can see, each level makes a BIG difference in the life of a rescued dog or puppy we will save because of your support and help!



Just as important or maybe even more important, I am asking you to '#hashtag' every day of the week for a better life this upcoming year - both for you and your furbaby... 

#TenderTuesday... 

Make it a 'date night' each Tuesday to come home, put on your jammy-jams and curl up with your dog on the couch...

Love up on them and remind them how much you love them... 

Watch a movie, hang out and enjoy the time... Give them a massage and tell them all your secrets and dreams... I promise you that they will keep them... 

You'll feel better for the time spent and your furbabies will love the quiet time with you... 

Segen @ tinylovingcanines.org

#WishingWednesday... Find the time to give them a bath, take them on a ride with you when running your errands...

Or take them to the groomers and get their nails clipped...

Set up that vet appointment that's needed and you can't find time for... 

A healthy, happy and clean dog is a joy to behold... A sick, dirty and unhappy dog makes for a stinky bed partner... (come to think of it, this works for spouses and partners also, but I digress... )

Maintenance day this is... Once a week, but oh, so needed!!..
PupPup with new furever mom

#TerrificThursday... 

Oh, that extra special treat day... 

Teach your dog a new trick and work on socializing them... 

Meet your friends at Starbucks and sit outside... Teach your furbaby to be friendly and see strangers without barking at them... 

Do something special with your pooches that is just terrific and does not happen any other day of the week... 

Explore something new and different!


Doc @tinylovingcanines.org
#FabulousFriday... 

Take a walk in the park with your furbaby... 15 minutes and your dog will just adore the time spent and being with you - they will look forward to it all week long and it will relieve the stress of your busy week... 

If you are not a walker, do some 'park-people-watching'... Find a bench and absorb nature with your BFF, watching people and reflecting on just how great life is, ya know?  Much better than the alternative for sure!

Or jump on the bike (motorized or not) and just take a ride... Your pooch will LOVE it!



Funyun @ tinylovingcanines.org
#SensationalSaturday... Oh, maybe one of the best days of the week... 

Instead of sleeping in late and dragging through your day --- get up early and do your weekly chores...
Instead of having to rush, rush, rush all day, get the work out of the way early so you can play later... 

Make a point on the hour to stop, pet your dog and tell them how much you love them!

They don't know how many things you have to get done, but they will help you finish this day with a smile on your face and love in your heart... Seize SensationalSaturday and make it not only a productive day, but a sensational day for your pet!


Kassie @tinylovingcanines.org
#SereneSunday... Family day - both for you and your furbabies... 

Regeneration time to get ready for the next week coming... 

Your dog is going to miss you while you are at work as much as you will be missing them... 

So make the time to bond, relax and reconnect... It is good for you and your mental health... GREAT for your furbaby who needs you in body, heart and soul as much as you need them!




Prince @ tinylovingcanines.org
#MiserableMonday... Well, this is always the worst day of the week... But your furbaby is waiting for you at home and he/she doesn't care if you are rich or poor, smell sweet or not, Democrat or Republican... 

They love you just as you are and unconditionally... So when you walk into the door, it is a Homecoming EVERY time... What better way to end a MiserableMonday than that waggy tail and happiness at seeing you, huh?

It takes only 15 minutes a day of quality, one-on-one time with your pooch to maintain a great quality of life... No cell phones, no distractions... Just you and yours - the equation of 'just being there' versus a part of the environment and home life.. (i.e. "We have a dog") and trust me, you will find yours is a better, enriched life and your pooch will have a bond that will withstand the years of their life they give to you.

That's all it takes... Simple, huh?  I KNOW you can do it!

Linda,
TLC Director







Saturday, November 21, 2015

Foster-To-Adopt Policy


About 18 months ago, TLC implemented a program we call "Foster-To-Adopt" or otherwise known as an "FTA".  In a nutshell, it allows a potential adopter to 'test drive' the rescued dog for up to 7 days.  It is our hope that every adoption "sticks" and we believe we have been making better adoption placements since we instituted this program.

And at the end of the seven days?  The potential adopter either outright adopts the dog or returns them.  Of course, the potential adopter can adopt earlier in the 7 days if they feel it is a good fit.

Dogs are situational creatures.  Once the initial three days passes in a new environment, the rescue dogs figure out the new rules and 'layout of the land'.  In the next few days, they relax and show off their 'best paw forward' outside of the shelter or rescue environment.  Day four through seven become observation days for the adopters to make sure they fit the dog, and the dog fits their lifestyle.

During these seven days, the rescued dog still belongs to TLC and there is no financial investment in the dog by the adopter (we send the dog home with food for 7 days, collar, leash and harness, etc.).

It has become a great program for us at TLC and many dogs have found their furever home through this program.  If you are interested in this program, please ask one of the TLC volunteers when inquiring or looking at a dog.

The 'rules and regs' of the TLC FTA program:

  1. Puppies are never eligible for the FTA program - they are a 'blank slate' and you write on their slate how you want the story to be (more or less).
  2.  An approved adoption application is required prior to beginning an FTA.  A copy of the adopter's drivers license is required with the adoption application.
  3. We ask that you give the dog at least three days to acclimate themselves to the new surroundings, rules, smells and changes before making your decision one way or another.
  4. Any dog placed in an FTA will be spayed/neutered prior, be up to date on their vaccines (including rabies) and microchipped.
  5. TLC will supply the potential adopter with enough food for a week, a harness, leash and halter.   All other needed items will be supplied by the potential adopter.
  6. Rescued dog is the property of TLC until an adoption contract is signed. We ask that our dogs be treated like one of your own, receive love and affection, are kept safe and not taken to dog parks.  We ask that their name not be changed during this time (to lower the potential confusion on the dog's behalf).  We are not responsible for any destruction or liable for any damages by the rescued adult while on an FTA.
  7. Any needed medical attention during this 7-day period is with approval (in advance) by TLC's Director.  Any medical care not approved by the Director is at the potential adopter's expense and can not be used to lower the adoption donation.
  8. Any known behavior or medical issues will be made known to the potential adopter.
  9. FTA agreement will be filled out at the time of placement with the dog's vaccine record, microchip, adoption donation, other information, etc.  The agreement is signed and a copy is given to the potential adopter.




Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Would you.... ?

Human beings are very much visual creatures... There is a process from the eyes to the brain, stopping off along the way for opinions (based on fact or not), so you tell me.... Would you let this man date your daughter?

Odd question to ask, I know... 

But it brings to my point... What we see and then think - or judge - is not always reality... 

Sometimes our visuals, combined with our opinions, keep us from some of the better things in life... Now, maybe this man does look like he might be on a poster at the post office, but look at the same man with his beard and hair cut... 

While you might be one of those folks that likes the 'wild and wooly' look, there are others that believe this appearance would not be someone you'd want to see your daughter with!  Especially if you did not have the chance to get to know the guy without the visual appearance clouding your mind...

A few weeks ago, I was in a tool store and the gentleman in front of me was dressed in coveralls... An older gentleman with gray hair that was going in many different directions ("bed head"), he had a piece of some tool in his hand and I guess (?) needed to make sure he had the right fitting... The gentleman is sorting through pockets, looking for money to pay and I heard the women behind me sigh, whispering underneath their breath that he probably did not have the money to pay for his purchase... That he was holding them up from getting checked out at the register... 

Judging his financial means by his appearances, there were a few other derogatory comments made that I happen to overhear by these women... And as he found his money, and then pulled out a $100 bill from a solid wad of more $100 bills, I stepped back so the women behind me could see this large pile of bills as I said, "Hmmmm.... guess he can afford what he is buying, huh?"

You would ABSOLUTELY be amazed at how much we rescue folks run into this same mindset and way of thinking... 

Some dog breeds (especially those that grow into platinum) are born black... As they start growing from puppyhood into adulthood, they develop the platinum coloring, such as Poodles and Schnauzers... But if someone sees 'grayish' around the muzzle, they usually assume it is age... We have a puppy now that was jet black and tan at birth and although she's only about 4 months old, her muzzle is almost completely gray!

What you see is not necessarily age at all!

I wish I had a dollar for every time I have heard someone say they picked this dog over those dogs because their choice was not barking but the others were... When in reality, the rescue center is these dogs' home and there are OMG STRANGERS in their home... One would expect any small dog to bark when a stranger comes into their house, right?... Usually (7 out of 10 times), the dog barking first is the one most alert and with the most self-esteem in any of the communal living areas we have set up...  Many times the dog NOT barking is somewhat fearful of strangers and has lower self esteem levels... 

Again, our eyes (and ears) are making decisions upon what we see and not on fact...   Take that same dog, put them in a loving home and give them reason to protect what they think is theirs a few months from now?.... They are going to bark when a stranger comes in... 

Finally, black dogs are the last to be adopted and the first to be killed in high-kill shelters... This FACT is directly related to humans seeing the color black and subconsciously linking it to something bad or evil... We have seen it so often at the rescue center - a litter of puppies and the black one will be the last one adopted... Or that the black adults will take longer to adopt - ALWAYS... No matter the breed, the age or the personality of the dog... 

That is the one advantage of adopting from a rescue center like TLC's... Our volunteers spend a LOT of time with our dogs and puppies... We tend to know their personalities a lot better than at a shelter (especially a high kill one)... Most dogs and puppies cannot be painted with a broad brush - few things are guaranteed to be true in every dog of that breed...  So we will ask a few questions about YOU first and then fit our dogs' personalities with your lifestyle and environment... 

So before judging a dog's outward appearances, ask a volunteer for their perspective of the dog's personality... Regardless of what they look like or their age, they might be the PERFECT choice for you (or to be your daughter's new BFF!)...

Just sayin!






Thursday, October 29, 2015

Food for thought....

Most situations in life are pretty much cut and dried... There is a right way and there is a wrong way... You speed with your car and get caught, you are going to get a ticket... You write a check for more money than you have in your checking account, the check is going to bounce, the bank will charge you fees and hopefully an apology to a business after making your check good will suffice... 

We rely, as humans, on the dependability of having few options and not too many choices to make... Most of us mature adults realize quickly that too many options, too many choices or too much of anything translates into stress...

And then every once in awhile, I come across a situation that is not so cut and dried... And I continue to 'percolate' on the matter in my head, trying to figure it out and what is the right answer versus the wrong one... 

So today, I bring one of these situations to you... So that I can share my inability to determine exactly what is right and what is wrong... 

Let's call this lady "Mary"... She's an elderly lady and has a darling little boy furbaby that she loves dearly named "Pepe"... Pepe has an affair and Mary decides to adopt one of Pepe's children, who she names "Prince".... Prince has been raised since a pup with his dad, Pepe, and this is one happy little family... 

Because Prince has been raised with his dad, he has a very strong bond with Pepe... Dogs are very social creatures and isolation is not something they like any more than we humans do... 

When Mary starts getting sick, she makes a hard decision as to what is to become of her two little furbabies when she passes... Having no one to take care of her two furbabies, and knowing just how bonded and close they are, she also realizes that splitting them up is not an option... Nor a kind thing to do... Not many folks want to adopt two dogs together at one time... 

Mary writes in her will that when she passes, if one or both of these furbabies are still living, she would like them humanely euthanized and their remains cremated with her... 

One would think that your last will and testament is binding and that after you die, the people left behind will honor your last wishes, right? Or why do we bother with doing something like this if after you are gone it means nothing, right?

So Mary passes onto Heaven, but Pepe and Prince are still alive... During this sad and tragic time, it is decided by a vet that fulfilling Mary's last will and testament is not an ethical thing to do, so Mary is buried without her two furbabies' ashes... 

Mary's niece now has Pepe and Prince... But because of the city ordinances, she cannot keep Pepe and Prince because it will put her over-code... In the meantime, Prince and Pepe become even closer to each other because their dear mom is gone and in a dog's situational way of thinking, they don't have a clue what has gone on - just that Mary is no longer here and they are in a strange home... 

Natural for them to bond even closer with each other... 

Even Mary's niece tells me these are really great little dogs, but she is ill with cancer and cannot deal with additional problems because of the city's restrictions on how many pets a person can have... She has her maximum by law and that's all there is to it... 

Makes me wonder yet again why we have the laws we do regarding the number of pets a person can have... If a city's restrictions are four, it doesn't matter if you have four 150-pound Mastiffs or four 5-pound Chihuahuas... Four is four is four... And you can state in the law it is for environmental purposes, but four 150-pound Mastiffs leave a TON more poop behind than four little dogs!!

I get it... These laws are to attempt to prevent people from becoming hoarders... But to whom really does these laws have the most effect upon?... 

People who live in a city that has a pet restriction of four, but want more, will simply not license any over the legal limit... The city simply loses the licensing revenue... People that follow the laws surrender dogs like Pepe and Prince... And the county budget is used to take care of little furbabies like this... These two end up in the county shelter and become the taxpayers' concern to house and take care of... 

Unless a rescue like TLC steps up and takes both of these boys because they are bonded... And continues to work extra hard to find an adopter that is interested in adopting not one dog (which is hard enough on a daily basis to find), but two dogs together at the same time so that Mary's last wishes are honored... 

What is wrong with this picture?... And where is the right and the wrong in these situations?

I don't have an answer, and I've been grappling with this since we pulled these little guys out of Camarillo... So, your thoughts are...... ????


Saturday, June 27, 2015

Hell in the hallway....

Everyone has heard that old saying, "God never shuts a door that he does not open a window, but sometimes?... it is just hell in the hallway."   And for the past 6 weeks, I have 'lived' this saying over and over and OVER...

We have spent the last almost two years being told we'd have to relocate once the redevelopment reached our location at the Simi Valley Town Center (SVTC)... And I won't kid you - this temporary status affected a lot of what we did and the decisions we made... We held off installing an air purifier on the roof because of cost and knowing our location was temporary... Any modification we made was made with the mindset it had to be movable and was temporary... That one day we would have to move it from the #587 space to another location inside the mall somewhere... 

When we were told on May 20th by management that they "could not offer us a permanent location and it would behoove us to look outside the boundaries" of the mall, it was a very dark night indeed... 

The morning brought a reprisal of what we had accomplished in the almost 3 1/2 years at that location - we had effectively stopped the sale of puppymill puppies in the previous pet shop location and had saved the 2,226 lives of dogs and puppies since the rescue was formed... We could NOT have reached that number without the generosity of free rent and the graciousness of the management of the mall... 

Business is business, and it was time to get out and get BUSY!   A decision had to be made - either we shut down TLC permanently or we found a new location to be moved to... After a lot of soul searching, we came to the decision we had to try and save TLC somehow, some way.... There were too many canine lives depending on us, not just today but in the future of Ventura County... 

My volunteers started mentioning this commercial location that has sat empty for a year, two years, etc.  Each time, I'd go hunt down the leasing agent and ask about the property...  

In six weeks, I bet I have seen, inquired about or discussed over 50 vacant commercial properties... Either we could not afford the location or it was too small (too big)... Or we could afford it but did not like it... We might be able to afford it, we liked it but then the landlord did not want a rescue center there... Or the landlord felt like we would be a bad risk because we had not been paying rent (but hefty vet bills instead, getting sick dogs healthy)... 

I was really getting pretty discouraged... I learned more about commercial property in the past two months than I EVER wanted to learn in my life time... "Triple Nets", "CAM", lease lingo - you name it - I had to learn the lingo, piece by piece... And you would be ABSOLUTELY AMAZED at the empty locations around our city that the landlords preferred to keep empty for one reason or another... But my volunteers would keep finding yet another location for me to investigate.... (sigh)... 

Finally, we found a landlord who believed in our mission and cause... It was more than enough room... But the monthly rent scared the socks off of us... Almost $5,000 a month... Geeze louise.... How are we going to do this?

I have always told myself and my volunteers... "If God wants this rescue train to stop rolling onward, he will stop laying down tracks for us to run on...." And my husband repeated this numerous times back to me... 

Each time we faced a mountain, someone would help this rescue train overcome it... One of our volunteers is very familiar with leases - I could not have waded my way through all of that without Steve... Never once did he allow me to feel stupid (although I certainly did) because this is not a part of life I have had much experience with.... Because the grant from the city would not be issued until the beginning of July, he offered to loan the money to the rescue so that we could move forward with the signing of the lease in the meantime, and not lose the two, three weeks...

Our new landlord has been exceptionally kind and generous - compassionate beyond belief... I do not have the words to express how much he has helped us to find a new home for TLC at a time I thought we never would... It has restored my faith in mankind that 'business can be business', but not devoid of community spirit and forward thinking... 

Another volunteer works at Sherwin Williams and talked to his boss about getting the paint at cost for us... And when you need 20 gallons of good quality paint, that becomes a substantial savings... Joe not only picked up the paint and delivered it, he carried up the stairs and came back later to help us paint!

Even our adopted dogs are jumping in to help us get the rescue center painted!  This is Miss Allie who was adopted by Jill last year... She's doing a great job and not wearing any of the white satin paint, HUH?

When faced with the costs of putting down the flooring and 'gobsmacked' with the first estimate (OMG $19,000+), other volunteers ran auctions of artwork and raised the money - something we could not have overcome without the help of Kayre and Bill Morrison, along with Carmen who donated the balance when we came up short covering the total cost.

Our landlord recommended a general contractor when we ran into problems trying to get the permits from the city to remodel a few things.  Pete was able to negotiate the paperwork and help.... another Good Sam donated a professional phone system to the cause... And 'Santa Don' along with his lovely wife came by, took a tour of the rescue center gave us a $1,500 donation towards the shelving we need for the back room and other items on our punch list, plus the moving costs... 

Once we get up and running, Santa Don is also going to take care of the wide screen TV and BluRay player we want to run training videos and other things inside of the workshop areas we have laid out in our plans for the new rescue center... We want to teach people how to keep their pets instead of surrendering them, do senior citizen therapy sessions, show children how to not get bitten by strange dogs - and the list goes on and on.... Dreams we've had of making this community a better place in our lifetime... 

I have had more opportunities in the past month to get 'mushy-gushy' from the amount of generosity and belief in the mission of No-Kill for our county than ever before... I'm not one to get 'misty-eyed' easily because I'm a w*tch, but I have been totally overwhelmed at the number of people who share my vision of a rescue center for Simi Valley and have stepped up in either energy, sweat and/or hard labor... Or with financial donations to the cause of making this all happen... 

We hope to be moved in by the middle of July and hold our grand opening ceremony in September...  This is some amazing stuff - miracles occurring almost on a daily basis - at a time when the 'hallway' appeared pretty dark and gloomy!

EXCITING stuff, huh?
Linda

Friday, June 5, 2015

Support - we can't do it without you!

Support - we can't do it without you!
Without a doubt, we could not save dog and puppy lives without the financial support of the community... Adoption donations seldom cover the amount of money we have invested in any dog, especially if there are high vet costs involved in getting them back on their feet and ready to be adopted...
The easiest way to join the cause of helping to save dog and puppy lives is to set up a monthly tax deductible donation via your credit card through our PayPal account... And there are just SO many ways to do it!


  • I am giving up one Starbucks a week to help save a dog's life! Donate $20 a month 
  • I am donating enough to do one puppy's most needed puppy vaccines to help prevent them from getting very sick as they grow up! Donate $48 a month 
  • I believe in spaying and neutering your pets to help in the cause of No-Kill in our county.  Please speuter a rescue animal this month on me! Donate $60 a month 
  • Save one dog a month for me! Donate $100 a month 
  • Feed a nursing momma dog through the 8 weeks of giving her puppies mommie's milk!  Donate $167 a month 
  • Give a senior dog the gift of extended life - please do a dental on a senior dog for me!  Donate $252 a month 
  • Goodwill Ambassador - Save 5 dog lives a month for me! Donate $500 a month 
  • I want to be a TLC Guardian Angel!  Donate $1,000 a month 

Select your level of commitment with the drop down menu below and then hit the button - it is just THAT easy to help save a dog or puppy's life each month at TLC!




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TLC is a 501c3 nonprofit, registered with both the I.R.S. and the State of California as a charity (26-4639832).  As such, your donations are tax deductible to the fullest extent of our tax code and regulations.  Seldom do we have enough funds to cover all of the expenses TLC incurs to save these dogs and bail them out of high kill shelters, get their medical needs attended to and just simple board and care.  Any and ALL donations are GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

6 Years of Saving Dogs' Lives - June 6th, 2015

TLC's story - from beginning until now... 

I started out in rescue in 1980 after reading a news article about Greyhound breeders in Florida. They were breeding these dogs, racing them, and when the dogs no longer could race and win, they were killing them.  

A group of rouge rescuers were organizing ‘trains’ that would transport dogs destined for death from the Florida racing tracks up the Eastern Seaboard to homes that wanted to adopt them.  I was so horrified about the idea of anyone breeding dogs for racing and killing them in this manner, that I knew I had to get involved somehow.

This was LONG before the advent of cell phones, the Internet or ATM cards.  It was all done via long distance calls and snail mailing the breeders and the tracks.   

Each train was a long and tedious process, starting from Florida and sometimes going as far as Maine.  You would meet someone at an arranged truck stop or rest stop along I-95, take the dog(s) from one Good Sam and drive the next leg of the trip.   Depending upon where you were, you could drive 300 miles one way, turn around and drive another 500 miles north to then return 200 miles back to your home. 

It was tiring but always filled with the great feelings that at least today on your watch these dogs did not have to die because they were getting older, weren’t fast enough to win or ‘didn’t have the right stuff’; addicting feelings that made you want to do it over and over again – as long as you could afford the gas and the long distance charges.

At the age of 22, I just could not believe our society was doing this kind of canine killing.  My youth was spent on a farm where stock and crops are raised for food.  You didn’t get attached to that new litter of piglets because you knew they were destined for the smokehouse eventually – but killing dogs like this for no good reason?  ::shudder::

I stayed involved in rescue, volunteering at various ‘animal pounds’ through my young adult years and moved to the West Coast in 1997.  Once here, I got involved in the local Chinese Crested rescue.   This breed is not as prevalent on the West Coast as it is the East Coast, so there wasn’t as much for me to do in California.  I began to also volunteer at local ‘all breed’ rescue groups. 

On the farm when I was younger, we were a sort-of-retirement home for canine officers being retired from service.  It was not uncommon for us to have 10-15 highly trained Dobies, Rotties or German Shepherd dogs at any given time.  

Today, in 2015, no one would think of allowing a preadolescent teen, to handle a dog pack of this size and advanced training.  Back then, there was a kennel already built on the farm when we bought it, and my biggest challenge was to teach them not to chase the wild deer on the acres around the farm or our chickens in the coops (one of their favorite things to do).   

I think back now with a bit of an ‘inner grin’ about those times – for no one ever came to the farm after dark and just opened their truck door to step out.  We did not need a security alarm; there were too many pairs of watching eyes aligned around the vehicle, waiting for that person.  The kids at school gave me the cruel nickname of being a ‘honker,’ ‘cause at our house, you honked your horn and waited for someone to come out and whistle for the dogs to back off and retreat to their kennel runs!

Once out here in California in 1997, I ran into my first Pitty hands-on at a rescue - another breed more prevalent (at the time) on the West Coast that was not prevalent on the East Coast or Deep South.  Pitties that I had seen in the South were all fighting Pitties that were kept chained, usually waaaay back in the woods, and you just didn’t mess with them.  Owners were pretty selective about who knew about their fighting rings, breeding areas, etc.

I was volunteering with a rescue in Woodland Hills and another volunteer knew I had experience as a kid with big, powerful dogs, so she asked me to work with their Pitty at the rescue events.  Nice dog, it did not take much to get her through all of the basic obedience commands quickly and she got adopted shortly thereafter.  I was assigned another one, and I just stayed on this track for some time.

In 2001, I was sent by a Chinese Crested rescue to Camarillo to look at a dog who was reported to be up for adoption.  It turned out to be a Poodle and not a Powderpuff, but I found a skinny, scrawny NASTY little dog as I was leaving that had the notation on their kennel card – “Untrainable” – and it just struck me as odd.  EVERY dog is trainable – you just have to find their hot button.  I went back the next day, looked at her again, and fell in love with my first Chihuahua.

And she was a pistol – I won’t kid anyone.  She wore a harness and leash on around the house for the first six weeks so I could catch her when I needed to.  She bit my husband numerous times and to this day, he carries a small scar on his nose from Peanut.  

But oh, she taught me SO much about this breed.  There is something SO magical about Chihuahuas – not just that they look like puppies all of their lives, but their brain power is absolutely amazing.  And their hearts?  They love you more than the state of Alaska and Texas together, even if they are only 5 pounds.  I have always said, “Chihuahuas are 5 pounds with 100 pounds of attitude.” 

Eventually (just because I could), I took Peanut back to Camarillo and put her through the dog obedience classes that were being given at the time with every adoption.    It was with a lot of personal pride that Peanut and I graduated from the class (Only two dogs did and both were Chis!) I was especially proud of us because we were consistently standing aside of huge, powerful dogs in class who wanted to eat Peanut for lunch!  “Untrainable” – HMPH… yeah, right!

Peanut was my alpha dog for many years and quickly showed any new foster the ropes – she potty trained more dogs in her lifetime than I ever had.  If a foster was not quite balanced yet, she got them in line right away.  If I close my eyes, I can see that look of hers as she appraised the behavior of a new foster and quickly established some canine manners and decorum to any disturbance in her pack!

I continued to volunteer and foster heavily for local rescues, doing whatever I could (and that was a lot).  I was (again) so horrified by the amount of healthy, adoptable dogs that were being killed for space at the local shelters in our county and the surrounding counties.  These are not just numbers on a sheet of paper.  

I will never be able to erase the visual image I got one day of seeing the ‘killing fields’ I accidentally stumbled upon at a local shelter…. rows of steel drums with sets of paws facing the sky, waiting for someone to shove down the paws and put a lid on as the truck was coming to cart away their bodies for the rendering plant.

I was “No-Kill” long before it was fashionable or politically correct to be… I just did not know it.  

I have stood outside of BarkWorks and protested.  I stood outside of the pet shop in the Simi Valley Town Center and protested the sale of puppymill puppies (and almost got arrested).  I did counts at that petshop in fact, and was heavily involved in the anti-puppymill crusade - a nation-wide movement.  I have gone into puppymill auctions in the Mid-West and watched that horrific example of a billion-dollar business built on greed and profit.  I networked across the nation with other like-minded individuals in the cause to stop the needless killing of healthy, adoptable animals and the production line of backyard breeders and millers into the shelter systems.

In January of 2006, I came home from volunteering at a rescue and my husband was watching football.  Again, I was complaining that the rescue did not microchip or do rabies before they adopted a dog, etc. and because it was not a commercial break, he wanted to get rid of me as quick as possible.  

“Linda, why don’t you just start your own damned rescue then?!!”  “Really?”  “Sure……” as his attention went back to the game.

Six months later on June 6th of 2009, Tiny Loving Canines, Inc. (my “own damned rescue”) held their first mobile adoption at Petco in Moorpark.  There were not many of us – 5 volunteers in total (and three of those were my family members and me).  We thought we had TOO many dogs up for adoption (there were seven dogs), but we adopted our first dog that first Saturday and the ‘little rescue engine that could’ – DID.



For 2.5 years, TLC successfully held mobile adoptions in Moorpark.  At the end of 2009, we had saved 83 canine lives.  In 2010, we saved another 242… not bad – 325 lives in 18 months!  The rescue grew in volunteers and foster homes.  By this point, TLC held pull rights in our county and 5 surrounding counties… I did not discriminate. 

In my life, it seems I come across a very deep fork in the road once every 5 years... life- changing forks in life’s journey.  In 2005, my physical health went into the toilet and I spent 5 months in a wheelchair, having to teach myself how to write my name by hand, type and even walk again.  I had a lot of time to think during those months – my brain worked fine – it was my muscles that were not cooperating.

And in 2010 another deep fork in life's road, but it was mental and not physical this time.  “Why is my county killing so many dogs?  What is wrong with us here in Ventura County?  What is wrong with the system that we are failing so many of these creatures that cannot speak for themselves?”  

We live in one of the safest cities in America – unless you are walking on four paws… this really began to grow from a nagging thought to almost another crusade, but one of a hometown variety.

It was not easy to save a dog in our county at the time – one dog could take the better part of your day, standing in line, waiting, getting the paperwork done, etc.  To bailout a dog as a rescue, you paid just a few dollars less than someone in the general public, but if you were a No-Kill rescue, you could keep that dog for months, going into your pocket just to feed them and do the vet bills necessary.  Unless you had big bucks or wealthy supporters, each dog you saved put you back financially.  And if they were sick or needed a lot of veterinary care?  Your rescue days were over before they started.   

As I saw my fellow rescue members headed out into out-lying counties or into Los Angeles, I struggled a lot with this internally throughout 2010.  I fought a lot with Ventura County Animals Services (VCAS) directly – never with the personnel (well, not much) but with the system, which was dreadfully broken. 

I started documenting case after case of poor medical care.  One day after pulling a dog and paying the bailout fee, I was standing in the lobby at Camarillo waiting --- to be told the dog had accidentally been euthanized.  I told myself on the drive home – empty handed without the dog – that this carnage had to stop… somehow… some way.

In 2011, I began to pull dogs for that same pet shop location in the Simi Valley Town Center, which had gone from a pet shop (FINALLY) to a quasi-rescue called Pets Hope.  We continued to do mobile adoptions in Moorpark every Saturday and when I pulled dogs for TLC, I also pulled them for Pets Hope. 


By the end of 2011, TLC’s saves numbered 292 or 617 from our birth on June 6, 2009.  And then the other shoe dropped – at the end of 2011, the owner of Pets Hope called me and said she was closing down the pet shop rescue, effective January 1, 2012.  The board of TLC quickly huddled together and took a major leap of faith; taking over the ‘brick and mortar’ location. We realized that the only thing that could replace Pets Hope in that location was another pet shop - or we could REALLY turn it into a full blown rescue shop. Once again, we did what no one else could do. The little rescue engine that could – DID.

We didn’t even know how to turn off or on the air conditioning unit.  Shortly after we took over, the previous manager quit.  The TLC volunteers were not that many in number and the first year was a major struggle.  We could not have gotten through the first six months were it not for two volunteers – Joseph and his dad, Big Joe.  

In October of 2012, Big Joe died unexpectedly of a heart attack.  No advance warning… one day he was my ‘work husband’ and the next day he was gone.  I do not know how we got through the rest of that year – it is still a blur in my mind.  But by the end of 2012, TLC had saved 449 dogs and puppies in that year (for an accumulated total of 1,066 since our birth). 

More importantly, VCAS and our county committed themselves to the pathway of No-Kill in the summer of 2012, and in turn, TLC committed itself to pull first from our county always.

We will do whatever it takes within our resources to save the life of a dog.
Our save numbers stayed steady in 2013 – we saved another 465 canine lives that year – we were now up to 1,531.  

We did a LOT of educating the first two years as a brick and mortar.   People just didn’t “get it” – why the need to retain their pets, the need to spay and neuter their pets, how important it was to microchip and license…as so on and so on. 

Every person that came through the rescue shop was another opportunity to educate and change someone’s misconceptions and mindsets.  

We organized a few transports during these years (our largest was 38 to New York) and each transport was a new learning experience for us.  We struggled to keep the electric bill paid, went through the growth spurts in volunteers and the human element of dynamic personas.  We refined our protocols and procedures.  We had three different rescues fly in from out of state to tour our facility, take our boilerplate, and go back to their communities to begin rescue shops.  We got MUCH better at what we did, got into the use of social media and polished our photography skills.

And on a personal note: On December 26th of 2012, we saved a pregnant momma Pitty and her daughter. Momma gave birth at my home on January 12, 2013 to 9 beautiful puppies. Once she had nursed her pups, they’d all gotten spayed/neutered and adopted, Momma sorta/kinda ‘hung around.’ Every adoption application we would get in on Momma just didn’t have the right stuff for one reason or another. 

It was decided she’d become a ‘shop dog’ as she is a natural ambassador for this breed. We began to use Momma to introduce to children who were afraid of large dogs. The more I trained her, the more Momma sucked up the training; and I would push her some more to learn something new.  By the summer of 2013, Momma passed her Canine Good Citizen certification and therapy dog certification; and I had lost my heart along the way. (Editor’s Note: Momma chose Linda from the get-go. We all knew it even before Linda was ready to admit it.)

We ‘broke the bank’ in 2014, and finally went over that “500” mark of dog saves in one year by 18. It was a busy year, especially when we tend save one “hard case” for every 3 lives we save.  We had some $1,500 Chihuahuas along the way with accumulated vet bills, survived a distemper outbreak, lost foster homes and gained volunteers (and the reverse), had dogs stolen from us, and implemented a foster-to-adopt program that finally worked well.  

We had a lot of learning experiences along the way – including that if you turn down someone for a dog or puppy because it is not a suitable placement, you are likely to find a complaint filed against you with some authority.  That was a very long year in many respects, and we discovered it is darned hard to save a dog’s life, even if you are a non-profit and aren’t making money!

In 2014, we ran a year-long program, based upon a supporter’s desire to donate $400 a month to save dogs.  Our experience has shown that many times if you give someone a dog, there is no value attached to that pet.  They have no financial investment and therefore are not as willing to try to correct behavioral issues.  

We knew our small dogs work exceptionally well in senior citizen homes, so we began the ‘Santa Don’ program with this supporter’s monthly donation.  Once approved and a senior citizen was committed to adopting one of our little ones, the shopkeeper on duty would tell them about the program and lower the adoption donation by $100 in exchange for a photo of the new adopter and their furbaby in a Santa Claus hat!  Thanks to this kind donation, 48 dogs found their way into loving senior citizens’ arms in 2014.  We also began placing ‘mascots’ in senior assisted living facilities.

Now, as we continue along in 2015 and approach our 6th year anniversary on June 6th, it has been one hell of a ride.   

Shortly we will be approaching 2,225 dog and puppy lives saved by 60 dedicated volunteers who keep the rescue shop open 7 days a week.  Our youngest volunteer is 18 and our oldest is 70 (who also manages our thrift shop to subsidize vet bills).   We hold numerous events throughout the year – one being our successful charity book drive and the other being ‘Race for The Bone’ (Chihuahua races basically).  

It takes 300 volunteer hours per week to be open for 60 – we start at 6AM and we end at 8:30PM, open every major holiday with the exception of Christmas and New Year’s Day.  

We are a tight group and are there for each other. It is not uncommon for us to be out at 3AM, looking for one of our adopted dogs who escaped his yard, or doing a mad dash to the ER with a sick dog or pup.

And the sad reality is that there is never, ever enough money.  For the first five months of this year, TLC has spent over $22K in vet bills alone.  Our average weekly food bill is always over $250.  And our electric bill (even hanging up all of our blankets and not using the dryer) runs between $1200 and $1700 a month. 

We continue to explore ways and implement programs to save more dog lives. We are getting the word out through social media, and recently, our app went ‘live’. We are organic and always changing; willing to do whatever it takes to save a dog’s life, within our resources, unless it is illegal or immoral.  

While all of this can be overwhelming and quite powerful, we still adopt love into people’s lives - one dog at a time.  You can’t buy happiness but you sure can adopt it at TLC!

With much love to one and all,

Linda
Chief “Poop-picker-upper” and Director