Thank you to all my dear Foo Friends and the offers I have received to help!!!! This does my heart good I will update when the time comes when I will really need the help. (((HUGS)))

UPDATE: to all my Foo Friends I am at a transition time in my life for my time in my house is now final… I have to be out the first week of August. So PLEASE anybody take care of babies till I get to California and settled PLEASE when July hits I will need help I will also be looking into having foo kennel take care of them

My son is into BMX and is great at it so if you’re wondering I am a BMX i can MOM!!! (truth is I’m too chicken to try!) I am an animal lover and my heart just cryes when I see abuse and abandonment unwanted and homeless… I believe in spaying and nuetering for I am the one that all the unwanted and homeless seem to find. I am just one of many special humans an Angel 4 Animals that GOD has put here on this earth to help him out with his lovely creatures!!! All the animals I have had in my life have all been adopted! Some from shelters and some that were just homeless and GOD led them to me those are most of my cats! I have 6 of them right now and 1 dog, 1 bird, 3 fish and 1 iguana!!!! I do not own my animals, they own me! I do not tell my animals what to do, they tell me! This is not my house, it is their house!!! Unfortunately the past year and a half I have come to realize that I can no longer keep my house of twelve years. The house that has given me the ability to give those in need a forever home, and there have been many I have eight dogs in lovely wood boxes on my mantel now, and have had many cats too many to count! Therefore my heart aches a lot for I also can no longer take anymore in to love and care for until the end… I can only pray now that GOD will give me the strenght to do what I have to do when the day comes that I know I have to do something with the babies I have left… So on that note I will tell you that this site is my Happy Place, and I have met some awsome animal lovers on here!!! I am also a Proud Mom of one Awsome Son age 19 picture of him and hopefully someday my Daughter in law below!!! PLEASE be kind to your animals and love them so for they will never judge you they only know how to love!!!!

Name: Save Brindi FROM THE CITY OF HALIFAX!!!!
Category: Common Interest – Pets & Animals
Description: Our goal is to save the life of a rescue dog, a mutt named Brindi. We want to see her returned to her rightful owner and beloved human companion, Francesca Rogier.

Brindi has been locked up on death row for OVER A YEAR. YET:
She never attacked or threatened a person.
She never killed or caused serious injury to a dog.
Her owner has been denied due process, even to this day.

She is a good-natured mutt, six years old, rescued from a shelter in 2007. A few run-ins with other dogs were reported, but apparently never serious enough to lead to charges. On July 24, 2008, a few days after a minor encounter, animal control officers armed with a warrant and a euthanization order seized Brindi from her home without notice. Since then she’s been on death row at a city pound. Because it is run by the SPCA, Francesca could not even gain their assistance.

Our pets mean the world to us, and vice versa. Their only legal protection is through our rights. But in Halifax, it seems even owners’ rights are in peril, as there is no appeal process in place. This forced Francesca, Brindi’s owner, to file a lawsuit to keep her alive; she then succeeded in quashing an unfair by-law, voiding the euthanization order. But Halifax kept Brindi locked up. In retaliation, it charged Francesca with three by-law violations in a bid to get a judge to issue a new euthanization order. These charges stem from a six-month old incident and were the first ever laid. The trial has been scheduled for October 13. THEY have now reset trial date once again to January 2010! This is a SIN!!!

Meanwhile, the city’s legal basis for holding Brindi is doubtful without a valid order in place. No new warrant was issued.

Brindi was evaluated as “not dangerous” and highly trainable. During eight weeks of obedience class, which she passed with ease, she had no issues with other dogs. Trainers say her errant behavior might relate to her early days on a reserve, where dogs run in packs and guard their territory. They say it can be corrected with training. This is exactly what Francesca wants. She is willing to meet other conditions as well, if only the city return her dog – alive!

Recently, Brindi needed biopsy surgery and may have cancer because the SPCA vet found a lump near her spine. Her teeth are in bad shape as well, and it is incomprehensible that the shelter won’t give her her favorite “chew”, raw beef bones, that her owner and friends bring her regularly.

Please donate if you can to help with the huge legal bills! And stay tuned for requests for letters and calls!!!

FOR MORE OF THE STORY:
See under Discussion Topics.

Keeping a dog in a pound indefinitely is detrimental to its health. Killing a dog that is not dangerous goes against the principle of protection of animal welfare. Yet the SPCA is participating in this abuse. It is willing to kill this dog, while earning money for it (no less than $414,000 a year, at present). Having kept silent for six months, ignoring her owner’s pleas for help, last January the Nova Scotia SPCA began repeatedly asking the city to “re-home” Brindi. Not only is this something the city cannot legally do (without a judge’s order); it would be a wrong and cruel thing to do to an owner who has sacrificed so much for the sake of her beloved pet – and it would be cruel to a dog that was neglected for years and has never known any other home.

Brindi has already spent half her life behind bars. She may lose her life altogether unless somebody does something to let Brindi go home where she belongs!!!

HALIFAX DOG OWNERS: SPEAK UP FOR FRANCESCA AND BRINDI! OTHERWISE, YOUR DOG COULD BE NEXT!!
The fact is, if the city “wins”, EVERYBODY loses: an innocent dog will die, and a very dangerous precedent is set.

• PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD ON THIS URGENT PLIGHT TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW: MEDIA COVERAGE IS ESSENTIAL!

BEFORE YOU JOIN: “Save Brindi” is a CALL TO ACTION GROUP!
We need you to send letters, make calls, gather signatures, help with
fundraisers, and participate in local events and demonstrations.

• • For more information, and the trainer’s assessment, see http://freebrindi.blogspot.com
  • See letters of support at: http://supportbrindi.blogspot.com
  • Sign the Free Brindi ipetition: http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/FREEBRINDI/
  • Care2 Alert: http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/free-brindi-th…
  • Write to public officials – see the discussion topics
  • Donate to help pay for legal costs: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=dona…
  • Participate in an auction at: blank">http://www.epier.com/auctions.asp?franya
  
  Contact Info
  Website: http://freebrindi.blogspot.com/
  Location: Halifax, NS

I checked the links on Aug. 24th 2009 & they are working, if that changes, please let me know, thank you

Fostering Is A Wonderful way to help the ones left behind, they all deserve love and affection!!! Feel free to stop by and play anytime they all love the company!!!
This is my first Foster Baby he came to me without a name poor thing so now I call him Buttercup!!!
Whiskey!!!
Moe!!!
Ralph!!!
Daisy Duke!!!
Degle!!!

I believe that animals are by far better than humans!

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They only want to be loved!!!

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Sad animal story
please do not read this unless you wish to cry

How Could You?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask, “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed “No, Daddy Please don’t let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, “How could you?”
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, “How could you?” Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, “I’m so sorry.”
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

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