#Adopt A Dog

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: 13 y/o gentle senior found tied to a fence in freezing temperatures - BARCS, Baltimore MD

If you can offer this sweet senior a warm, loving foster home, please email foster@charlietotherescue.org

Barktholomew- 13 y/o, altered male, 82lbs

Poor Barktholomew, at 13 years old, was found by a Good Samaritan in freezing temperatures tied to a fence. With no possible owner in sight, he was brought to our shelter for care, and although he's understandably overwhelmed, feeling lost and confused, he's been a friendly and cooperative boy with us so far.

Upon examination, our vets noted that Barktholomew is overweight, has nuclear sclerosis, moderate dental tartar, a few papilloma-type growths, suspected degenerative joint disease, and possible decreased hearing. He was started on joint supplements and fatty acids ongoing, and a full medical summary can be provided upon request.

No senior should spend their days in a shelter, and sweet Barktholomew here is of course no exception. He is currently on stray hold and will be available for rescue pick-up after 12/4.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd | Baltimore, MD 21225 US

[animalcontrolanonymous]

The hardest part of my day is when I stop to pet or play with the dogs. Inevitably I have to walk away, and whatever I give them in that brief time can never be enough.

I can only hope that if they look back and remember their time at the shelter, they can only recall the moments where they were loved, and not the moments when I had to shut them in again.

[asexual-supporting-character]

Name highlights from my local humane society (someone is a fan of dimension 20)

[kindnotestoself]

Y'all meet Rosie.

🐶

[willfowen]

We adopted this gorgeous girl back in May of last year. Her name is Minnie and this was her first experience of snow with us since we got her.

As you can tell she had a whale of a time!

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

One of my friends is doing a small fundraiser to cover the costs of adopting a special needs dog from overseas. If you've got a bit of cash to spare, please considering contributing.

Send me a screenshot showing your contribution of $15 or more, and I'll write a little drabble for the pairing of your choice! As always, signal boosting is greatly appreciated.

[noahscout]

🥹 🧈

[moomoocowmaid]

Same thing 🦫

[finlaure13]

The undignified manner to which they treat me, whose kind once sat in leisure upon the emperors of the East. I suffer to deplore of you, what have I done to deserve such an ignominy?

(It’s biting. Biting is what it is)

[daylilydogdesigns]

This cutie's name is Cupcake and she's up for adoption at the Humane Society of Utah! 🧁 An adorable name for an adorable dog. 💕 Who could resist those puppy eyes?

[gaybaseball-fan]

“We can be heroes just for one day”. BOWIE

[moonlight26posts-blog]

In Baltimore City, MD: Delightful, enthusiastic, and adorably speckled fellow looking for love - BARCS, Baltimore MD

If you can offer a lifeline to Fire Marshal with a loving foster home, please email foster@charlietotherescue.org

Fire Marshal- 1 y/o, unaltered male, 38lbs

1-year-old Fire Marshal is a delightful with a personality that’s sure to make you smile! He’s petite and charming, with a handsomeness that’s hard to miss—especially with that adorable front tooth that sometimes sticks out and his signature head tilt that’s simply too cute.

When it’s time for a walk, Fire Marshal is all about it! He’s enthusiastic and excited to head out of his kennel, ready to explore the world around him. While he can pull on the leash at times, his love for treats makes him easy to redirect, and his willingness to work for a snack shows that he’s ready to learn and follow instructions.

Fire Marshal has a medium size build and is the perfect mix of playful and manageable. His absolute favorite thing in the world is toys! He’ll happily trade you a toy for a treat, and watching him happily engage with his toys is sure to brighten your day. He’s also got the basics down, already knowing "sit" and ready to pick up more commands with some fun training.

This sweet, playful boy would thrive in an active home where he can enjoy regular walks, play sessions, and lots of attention. Fire Marshal is the kind of dog who will keep you entertained with his playful energy and melt your heart with his lovable nature. If you’re looking for a cute, fun companion with a ton of personality, Fire Marshal is your guy!

While in our care, Fire Marshal has shown unsocialized and/or uncomfortable behavior around most other dogs and is severely reactive at the barrier. Over the days spent with us, in order to help with his social skills, Fire Marshal has gotten out in the yard for supervised interactions, first entering the area wearing a muzzle that has ultimately been able to be removed for appropriate play. He has also shown high prey drive, so it is recommended he go to a home with no other animals.

Fire Marshal has shown to have high toy drive and can be grabby when taking food from your hand, so exercising caution, especially around young children, is recommended to avoid the risk of accidental tooth contact with hands.

Fire Marshal is currently being treated for an upper respiratory infection, but appears otherwise healthy at this time. A full medical summary can be provided upon request.

Sweet, handsome and speckly Fire Marshal is available immediately for rescue pick-up.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) ​New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 rescue@barcs.org| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m.

[ninjaroblox]

Breaking!!

In the Adopt Me favorite 1000 Robux Halloween pet poll the Jekyll Hydra has come back from behind and is now ahead of the Grim Dragon! Feel differently? Go check out my blog and vote! Make sure to follow for more, thanks!

[oraclekleo]

My doggs thinking they are donuts

🍩

They're also sweet like donuts! 🤣

[archmage-ansrit]

I had been pondering and debating whether or not to draw attention to this, since it all began during a time when there were being scams of people that don't even have pets asking for money using stolen pet pictures... but now it's not as important and I've had time to process it.

Warning for mentions of death.

November 2023 we lost one of our cats, and then on December it was the second anniversary of the death of our dog.

Both of them were amazing pets for a person that is so quick to feel drained as I am.

So, I feel like I should talk about them. Starting from the very beginning.

This is Lucky. Not particularly imaginative but he is! My brother found him as a kitten, abandoned in a local park; he was really concerned for the kitten, and took him with him. He took the kitten to the vet because there was something strange on one of the eyes - he has a tiny nick ON HIS EYE, but the vet managed to save the eye!

Mom wasn't super-thrilled, but the kitten endeared himself to her enough to keep.

Then, Thomas.

He 100% used to be a housecat. A coworker of my mom's found him in her backyard, limping a little - knowing we had taken in a cat already, she wondered if we wanted to take in another.

Yes. It helped a lot that this cat is gentle and well-behaved. A quick vet visit revealed the leg was just a bit swollen, probably from a bruise. By the second day he responded to the name we gave him, and when presented a collar, he stood still for us to put it on.

Vet calculated, approximately, he was like 4 or 5 years old already.

Then Blacky, the one that just passed last November. And her kittens.

That is Blacky, The Darling (the one with short hair) and Merida. Not included are Babe (I don't have pictures of her that won't make me Doxx myself), and a male kitten we only had for like 2 weeks before someone else adopted him.

My mom picked Blacky up with her kittens included. At first we thought Blacky was young herself, since she was so small.

We only had a little plate for food, so we worried it would be chaotic. The kittens were actually old enough for kibble, and maybe all of them would jump on the plate at the same time.

Kind of! Blacky actually waited for her kittens to eat - we refilled the plate for the kittens that had yet to eat, and only after we refilled the plate a second time did she begin to eat.

Blacky turned out to be older than we thought, probably 6 years, and had really bad teeth from a life in the street. She was easily angered, and distrustful of Thomas (probably because he is a larger cat), she allowed herself to be picked up only briefly, starting to hiss if we held her for too long. We eventually won her over, and she allowed herself to be handled for longer periods of time.

She became larger, as did her kittens. They were malnourished, but now they had food aplenty.

Then came Spot, the troublemaker.

He only has a single brushstroke of white on his head. Cried a lot, very nervous, but loving and cuddly.

Then, Trooper, our dog.

He was a housepet, no doubt. He could shake! He warned us when he needed to go outside.

Literally followed mom home one day.

Really chill dog. He probably was 6 years when we got him. His teeth were horrid. He didn't run or jump too much.

I loved him as much as I could.

Then, Otto.

He is more energetic than the others, and gets into the occasional fight with others.

Trooper would bark at them whenever that happened, helped get some order back.

Trooper was sick, though, we didn't know how much just yet. He loved getting bits of ham, and French fries, and he nuzzled so gently.

He had kidney problems, and even trying to get medications for him we weren't quite on time. He would have difficulty walking, and, in fact, that picture of him is from the last week he was willing to walk long distances.

The walks had been... I think as good for me as they were for him. I got to know more of my neighborhood. I got fresh air more often.

My phone, at the time, was pretty new, and this is the only picture I have of him on it. My mom has more. I used to be reluctant to take pictures, but something compelled me to take the picture.

He eventually would not even stand, and it was during the middle of Christmas break for the vet, so we had to hold on...

We got him to the vet, had him stay the night, but he got real bad over the night. He looked to be in such pain, we had to let him sleep.

And so we went forward.

2023 comes, and Blacky starts having trouble eating. She had lost several teeth because they had gone so bad they needed to be taken out, and now it seemed the last ones were giving her trouble. Feeding her was difficult, but we endured.

She spent more and more time in my room, as she would go there to avoid Spot and Otto's shenanigans. I leave my door closed because of them, so she understood it was a safe place.

She even got to let Thomas near her.

But even cleaning her teeth would not help her mouth issues, she was losing so much weight, so the difficult choice was made to have the rest taken out. It was a risk because she did NOT do well under the anesthesia the few times she had to have something done.

She came back, no longer any teeth left, but she ate her fill - she even got into dry kibble! She must have been so hungry...

But she, indeed, reacted poorly to the anesthesia. She stopped eating and drinking water regularly.

Oh, she held on to life with all she had. We tried getting her to the vet. She got an IV, medication for her kidneys (she was having a special diet for it, too, before she stopped eating).

She looked so much better! She was perhaps a bit grouchy over being held so long, but she needed warmth...

She held on with everything she had, tried to walk...

But in the end, she passed during the night.

Since I was taking care of her so much and so often, and she hung around my room all the time, my mom gave her my last name for the little memorial we got of her.

Financially, my mom took care of things, as she had been the one to take in the cats in the first place - I could not have done so myself. I can barely take care of myself, but with them, it helped me move in order to take care of them.

I feel like I should have done better, even though, realistically, there wasn't much I personally could have done without being a veterinarian.

Here is to pets. They love us as we love them, and some times, the have to leave sooner than expected.

[lilygoat]