Puppy mill survivor
Happiest dog ever, always wagging that tail
Had a weird eye issue published in a medical journal
Loved his frog
Was blind in one eye from a massive head injury
Named after the movie Arthur Christmas
One of the best dogs I've ever had
A giant Rottwieler, sweetest girl in the world
She was incontinent, had Cushing's disease and cancer
LOVED little dogs
Thrown out of a moving car in a box, suffered from a major head injury which caused complete blindness
Was super shy and sooooo sweet
When she'd find you, she'd rub her head all over you
Was a breeder at a horrible puppy mill in Texas
We ended up rescuing her son Orville and daughter Zelda
She lived in the cabinet in the kitchen
Ended up at a shelter when his owner got deported
He was missing a leg
He was one of the sweetest dogs I've ever met. He adored Erik.
He was a very strange mix of breeds. Wish I would have had a DNA test done on him
He loved food and made what we called his "lovey noises" while eating.
He was mostly blind, every time you reached for him he would open his mouth to be fed like a baby bird.
Cheeky ended up homeless after her mom went into a nursing home
A whole team of people got her from Texas to our Sanctuary in Colorado
She loved to spend time outdoors
Chico came from a shelter in New Mexico. He was blind, had no tail and his penis was permanently out.
He was mean and loved chasing people to bite their ankles.
He died from a brain tumor that turned him into a docile, sweet dog, which broke my heart.
Chuckie was a little min pin who came to us after his owner died. He reminded me so much of Simon, with those giant ears.
Chuckie suffered from dementia, so I'm not sure I ever knew what he was truly like. What I did know of him is that he was very sweet, loved his little bed in the bathroom and his favorite thing was milkbones.
Claude was a funny dog. He hoarded everything he could find. His bed was always FULL of strange items he had found.
He had bad knees that would always go out, causing him to tumble whenever he took a corner too fast
He died of heart failure.
17 years old
Coco was the sweetest dog in the world. I mean super sweet. He came to us with his sister, Princess. He was always just happy and chubby and amazing.
I miss his calming energy and the sweet vibes he always filled the room with. He was unicorns and rainbows.
Clementine was a three pound Pomerianian. She came to us with the worst teeth I had ever seen, like pus dripping out of her mouth bad.
She made weird cat yowling noises when she was hungry or lonely
She loved to be carried in a baby sling
Duke was an old beagle we got from a friend of my husband's whose wife didn't want him anymore. He was named after John Elway from the Denver Broncos.
He wasn't allowed on the furniture in his old house, so he spend his days going from one chair, couch, bed to another at our house
He was mean and bit everyone, but not my son Oliver. He was never anything but gentle with him.
One year he ate three dozen triple chocolate cookies off the kitchen table that were for my annual cookie exchange at work, I thought all that chocolate would kill him but he was just fine.
Edgar & Walden
Walden - 14-years-old
Edgar - 17-years-old
These two came from a horrible puppy mill where they suffered untold horrors.
Walden (the black one) had the softest fur of any dog I've ever had. He only loved me, never warmed up to anyone else.
Edgar had a severe case of dementia, but was a sweet guy.
Ernie was a strange looking dog. He had a weird misshapen head, a pronounced under bite and a really long body.
Ernie loved toys and milkbones. He would carry a milkbone in his mouth for hours until it turned to complete mush.
Ernie suffered from degenerative myelopathy. He used wheels for the last part of his life. He started having problems breathing and we had to euthanize him. It was one of the saddest days of my life.
Estelle was a puppymill survivor. She was crazy.
She was super high-strung and rarely left the bedroom.
She was terrified of thunder.
She is one of my all-time favorite dogs I've ever lived with.
Fleur was a hospice case when she got here with a serious heart condition. She only lived here a few months before she died.
She was super sweet, very un-Chihuahua like.
She was a beautiful girl with long legs and soft fur.
Flora hated the camera (hence the bad photo here). Once she hid in a box overnight because I had been attempting to take her photo
She was blind and came to us with the worst case of kennel cough I've ever seen. She suffered from a bad heart and Cushing's disease.
She was feisty and never failed to put all the other dogs in their places
Folgers is one of the best friends I've ever had
He was super-smart and could do high-fives
He loved water, we even got him his own swimming pool. He'd jump in the bathtub with you if you let him
Francis was an old, blind poodle with dementia.
He was also incontinent so we gave him a bath once a day.
He loved to sleep in my bed with his head on my pillow
I rescued Franny from a horrible puppy mill where she had been given a c-section with a pocket knife to save the puppies. She barely survived.
She was a sweetheart and would scratch you for attention.
She died young and very suddenly while recovering from pancreatitis.
I have her name tattooed on my wrist.
George was a tiny three pound long-haired Chihuahua I rescued on Halloween.
He had a severe collapsing trachea and a serious heart condition.
He lived here when we were fostering a pregnant dog. George LOVED those puppies. He spent the last weeks of his life the happiest I'd ever seen him.
Gordon was dumped when he starting showing signs of old age.
He had dementia, was blind and deaf.
He loved nothing more than to cuddle up in a warm bed. Not too much to ask for.
Henry came from a horrible puppy mill where he suffered a severe head injury (causing him to go blind among other things) and a broken jaw.
Henry was very shy and very sweet.
He moved into the closet with another puppymill rescue, Zelda. They were best friends.
Henry died from complications from his head injury.
Hershey was dumped by his family and never really recovered. He was always sitting by the door waiting for them to come back.
Hershey had cancer and a broken heart.
He had the biggest feet I've ever seen on a dog.
Howard was picked up as a stray. He was so matted that they couldn't see his eyes. When they shaved him they discovered both eyes had ruptured.
Howard befriended another old, neglected blind dog named Willoughby. They spent their days snuggling together and sleeping.
Hugo was a big round Jack Russell terrier.
He had so many tumors all over his body he looked lumpy.
He loved eating and sleeping on the wee wee pads.
Iris was a blind Bichon that came to the shelter as a stray.
She was a very sweet girl, but didn't live long after we got her.
She died from liver disease.
Jasper was born here at the Sanctuary. He was the runt and never quite right.
He died suddenly from a heart defect.
He was a sweet, happy-go-lucky little guy and my heart breaks that he died so young. If I could bring any dog back, it would be Jasper.
June was a funny girl with giant eyes.
We were told she would probably only live six weeks or so when we got her. She lived five years.
She had a "special meal" before bedtime. She would jump and hit you in the back of the legs until you fed her. She didn't want you forgetting.
Lazlo came as a bonded pair with a dachshund named Maxine. They weren't really bonded.
He was very fearful and terrified of humans. He came from a puppymill.
He was just starting to warm up to us, and would even take a treat from your hand, but he died of heart failure.
Lenore was just as crabby and crazy as she looked.
She hated people and hated beds and blankets. She would go to sleep curled up in a ball in the middle of the kitchen floor.
We used to have a fox that would sit for hours looking through the kitchen window at Lenore.
Leo was a charming little guy. He would jump up into my arms every day when I got home.
He had a tiny eye (birth defect) that made him even more beautiful.
He died a few months after coming here from hemolytic anemia and heart failure.
6 years old
Lolita was the love of my life. Losing her has taken a huge chunk out of my heart. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and miss everything about her.
Ludi was a three pound feisty little chi.
She came to us with a huge mammary tumor.
She loved to guard her food. She didn't like to eat nearly as much as guarding her food.
She had a larger-than-life personality and is greatly missed.
Lucy came to us from California.
She had the WORST case of dementia I've ever encountered. She had no idea who she was, where she was, who we were.
She died of a brain tumor.
Martha LOVED to walk. She had to walk, Not negotiable.
She loved bread.
She died of lung cancer.
Maxine was a feisty girl.
She came here with Lazlo as a bonded pair, which they never were.
She loved to bark and bark and bark.
Melvin will be forever known as best-dog-ever.
His first owners dumped him so they could get a puppy.
Melvin always had a smile.
Mildred was one of my heart dogs.
She had a disorder that caused her legs not to work very well. So I carried her everywhere.
She died of heart failure.
Norman was a complete joy to be around. Always happy and smiling.
He was full of life and lived to be over 20.
Orville was my first puppy mill rescue.
He suffered from many illnesses including diabetes which caused him to go blind.
I miss his crabby little personality.
Peabody had every illness you could imagine. A severe case of epilepsy, diabetes, liver disease, thyroid issues...
He was a total sweetheart. Loved everyone. He would sit up on his butt and wave his arms when he wanted food.
I still miss him every single day.
Penelope was a white dachshund from a puppy mill. She had a number tattooed on her stomach.
She was a genetic disaster. She was blind and had lots of health issues.
She was so soft and looked like a harp seal. She could ring a bell when she wanted to go potty.
Pinky was a challenging girl. She LOVED to fight.
She was a hefty gal, but could hoist herself up on the couch. She loved toys and would swallow them if you tried to take them away from her.
She died of osteosarcoma.
Possum was left in an apartment when his owners moved out and decided not to take him along. He was extremely traumatized.
He loved Erik.
He liked to bark and make this horrible howling noise all the time. He loved his tennis ball and pink squeaky toy.
Rosie came to us as a hospice case with mammary cancer that had spread.
She was such a smart girl and would stare at you like she could see the depths of your soul. She loved little Stanley.
She lived here for two wonderful years.
Sampson was such a dignified little old man.
He had this one tooth that just stuck out of his mouth.
He was calm and reserved and polite.
Seymour came from a horrible puppy mill where he was severely abused. His jaw and tail had both been broken.
He was the most fearful dog I've ever encountered, but he warmed up to me. We were madly in love.
He had many illnesses, ehrlichia, vasculitis (resulting in his ears and tail having to be amputated) disc disease, etc.
I can't express my love for this guy.
We rescued Simon literally minutes before he was going to be euthanized.
He was completely blind but could fetch a tennis ball like no sighted dog ever could.
He loved Oliver and would sit in his chair and guard him.
Stanley is one of the great loves of my life. I feel like I've always known him.
He was blind and suffered from seizures. He ate baby food and was always crusty from it.
We will always be together.
Truman was brave and noble and majestic.
He died way too young from bone cancer.
Our great protector.
Vincent was tiny. Like maybe 3 pounds. He had a birth defect in his legs so he walked like a bat.
He was crazy mean. He loved Erik.
We named him Vincent after Vincent Price
Walter was dumped at a shelter because his owner wanted to go on vacation.
He was huge when we got him from a diet of pre-chewed hot dogs and cottage cheese.
He loved to bark. And eat. And bark.
16 years old
Wilbur was a very shy, scared and anxious dog. He loved following me around and standing in-between my legs.
Wilbur died of lymphoma. He was a sweet guy with a gentle soul and a quiet way .
Willoughby came to us from a home where he had been starved. He was missing a front leg.
He was shy and sweet and bonded with Howard.
Willoughby didn't live long, he had been too neglected and we couldn't save him.
Zelda came from a puppy mill. I had her brother Orville, and her mom, Betsy.
Zelda lived in the closet. She was very choosy about who she would let in. She was bonded with Henry, and then Estelle.
She had beautiful eyes, like a Keene painting.