True Pet Stories

I took my two dogs Maddie and Bubby to fenced in dog park. Bubby is a beagle and he follows his nose as such. While we were there he caught a whiff of something he wanted to follow. He quickly squeezed himself through this little hole I never thought he could fit in. Maddie (being 75 lbs.) and I had to run around to the outside of the fence. We saw him a little ways away, but the snow was so high where he was, up to my waist! He was only 30 lbs. and was walking on top of it. Maddie and I got into my car and drove around the outside of the park looking for him. I couldn’t see him anywhere. We stayed at the park for about 2 hours driving around and screaming his name. I also called the dog officer (and my work, I couldn’t go to work while Bubby was missing!) I was just about to go home when I got a call on my phone “Are you Bubby's owner?” I started crying and said “Yes, yes! You have him?!” the boy on the phone said yes, asked me where I was and said he would meet me there. I was so happy, I waited for them to come to the park. When they got there I was the only car in a dark park parking lot. The car was full of four teenage kids. They pulled up next to me and handed off Bubby. Maddie was so happy to see him! They said they found him walking on the side of the road, about 2 blocks from our house! They called him into the car, being the friendly little beagle he is jumped in. They saw his tag and called my phone. The kids were so nice, everyone in the car said “Bye, little man! He was fun to have!” They were great and brought my Bubby back home safely thanks to Love Your Pets pet tags!

Cap’s Angel by Pamela Jenkins

The cold wind rattled the window near my chair as I sat at my desk, going through bills that needed to be paid. I was thankful I didn’t have to go outside in the nippy air. The forecast was for a hard freeze that night. It was a good day to stay indoors. Suddenly, a sharp rap on the window startled me.

I looked up to see my husband peering in. He gestured for me to come outside. With a groan, I stood up and slipped on a jacket. I would have preferred to stay where I was nice and warm, instead of venturing out in the chill.

Outside, I found my husband talking to our friend, Tony, who is an animal control officer. They stood next to Tony’s truck where there was a break from the wind. I was about to suggest that we all go indoors when my husband pointed at something lying in the back of the truck. I stepped closer for a better look. It was a small terrier, emaciated and dirty. He was shivering in the cold. His eyes were matted and he had several bite wounds that were infected.

“I picked up this little stray today,” Tony said. “He’s in pretty bad shape, and I don’t think he’s going to make it…”

I leaned over and whispered, “Hey, sweetie.” The little terrier stood up on shaky legs. He squinted at me and slowly wagged his tail. I gasped, because it was then I realized that it was a wire fox terrier, the same breed as our dog, Tell. That was as far as the resemblance went, however. Tell was healthy and well kept, but this fellow was in such poor condition that his future was uncertain. I felt a tug at my heart when I heard my husband say, “My wife wants him.”

Tony seemed to hesitate, as if he weren’t sure we were prepared for the task ahead of us. As he handed the dog to me, I was surprised at how feather-light the little body felt. I murmured my thanks as I hugged the dog tightly and hurried indoors. The first order of business was to fill that empty tummy. I poured a bowl full of dog food, and turned around to see the dog’s ears perk up and his attention on the dish. “Nothing wrong with your appetite,” I said with a smile as I watched him eat with gusto.

After licking the bottom of the bowl, he curled himself on some warm blankets I laid out for him. In a few moments he was fast asleep, exhausted but no longer starving. Later that afternoon, shampoo and towels in hand, I gave him a bath. Layers of dirt and debris were rinsed off, and his bite wounds were cleaned. As I unbuckled his soiled collar, I realized this was someone’s pet. How unfortunate that he had no identification tags to help locate his owner.

After a second bowl of food was gulped down, the terrier snuggled in his blankets for another nap. I told my husband, “He’s bright and alert, eating well, and I think he’s going to make it.” My husband seemed skeptical and warmed me that we still had a long way to go before this dog was healthy again. In spite of his warning, I went to bed happily thinking of a name to call our little guest.

Tell was named after a Louis L’Amour character. I hoped another character’s name would be a perfect fit. I decided we would call him Cap after the feisty little cowpoke that befriended the Sackett family in so many L’Amour western novels.

The next morning, a happy little dog with a terrible case of diarrhea met me. My husband asked, “Just how much did you feed him yesterday? You know, you almost killed him with kindness.” He gave a chuckle as I cleaned up the results of my “kindness”. I couldn’t help myself, I told him. Poor Cap had looked a little hollow and needed filling out. I vowed to feed in moderation after that episode, and I have to think Cap agreed with the new menu.

We took things one day at a time, and Cap slowly began to put on weight. His wounds healed and hair began to grow back in bald places. One day I noticed I couldn’t feel his ribs or hipbones anymore, and that hollow look was gone forever. After several weeks of searching for his owner with no results, we decided that little Cap was here to stay. Of course, Tell was ecstatic to have a companion to spend time with. What could be merrier than a wire fox terrier?

I have to say it would be having two terriers in the house. Double the trouble and twice the fun, that’s their motto! Whether digging holes in the yard, treeing squirrels, or raiding their toy box and scattering squeakies through the house, those boys are busy sunup to sundown with their mischief.

This morning, I looked out the kitchen window at Tell and Cap romping in the yard. I felt a surge of pride in my two beautiful little terriers, well groomed and wearing matching collars. I hope that if the unthinkable happens again, they’ll both be safely returned to their home with the help of their ID tags. I know it only takes a second for one to slip out the door or gate, and they’re off on a great adventure that could have disastrous results. I love my guys and want them to be safe always.

As my husband walked up behind me, he asked, “Any idea what you want for your birthday this year?” I considered my pair of mischief-makers that have brought so much joy into our home, and a husband that knows my heart. After a moment, I turned to give Cap’s angel a hug and tell him I already had all I could ever want!

I bought Cash as a present for my husband in April 2007. He is a beautiful golden yellow lab. I knew the guy we got him from so I had kept my eye on him since he was only a couple of weeks old. Finally, after what had seemed like forever, I was able to bring him to his new forever home. I introduced him to my other 6 dogs... yes, I said 6! It sounds crazy but I love them all and have 20 pets total. Back to my story though, the other dogs seemed to like him except for one. My husbands Chocolate Lab, Hoss. He is a very territorial dog and doesn't like strangers (other dogs) coming on his property. After a little bit of time though he always learns to get along with everyone. We had only had Cash for about a month when one day he went missing. Since he was just a puppy about 9-10 weeks old I figured he couldn't have gone too far on his own. We searched high and low all night and all the next day with no results. I made flyers and posted them around town; even though we live in the country; put an ad in the local paper offering a reward, called the local pound and went knocking on doors hoping to come up with some sort of answer. Nothing. Although I was beginning to lose hope I never gave up. Almost two months later to the day...I got a call on my cell phone while I was at work. I couldn't answer it of course so I let the voice mail pick it up. The next minute I had another call on my phone. I decided to step outside and see who was calling me and why. It was a local couple in town who had had a dog show up at their house. I tried to call the first one and she didn't answer so I called her boyfriend. He answered. To my surprise he said that they had a young male yellow lab show up at their house that past weekend. They had already taken him to the pound because his son was getting attached and they could keep him. They found out after the fact that I was missing my dog. From the age and descripton of the dog it sounded like it could possibly be Cash. I was a little unsure in the beginning becuase Cash had on his collar and tags as far as I knew but a couple of weeks later my husband foudn them in the tall grass next to our yard. It was at that moment I suspected someone came to my house and picked him up. So at this point I figured anything was possible. I left from work on my lunch hour to go to town and see the dog at the pound. (I work 30 minutes away one way.) The minute I seen him I knew this was my dog. He had grown up a bit since it had been 2 months but if you have ever had a dog especially as many as I do...you could understand that just by looking into his eyes I could tell this was my baby Cash. I went directly to city hall in town and told them this was my dog in the pound and that I would be back after work to pick him up. As soon as we got there to get him his eyes lit up and he was so happy. We got him home and he played with the other dogs and went swimming in the pond...even Hoss didn't growl at him so I truly think he knew that this was his lost pal. We put a new collar on him with his old tag that I kept and he is still here today. I am so happy to have found him safe and happy and healthy. This truly was a miracle to me...to find my puppy who went missing at 9-10 weeks 2 months later is truly amazing. Even though the tag didn't help this time since I believe someone slipped his collar off and took him to town, I still feel more secure knowing that I have done what I can to keep my dogs safe. Thanks LoveYourPets.com for the wonderful pet tags at such a reasonable price.

-Shelley

My nana has diabetes. One day when my grandpa was at work,my nana's blood sugar level got so low that she fell down and couldn't breathe or get to the phone to call 911. I didnt know what to do. Luckily though though, Hero, her dog did. He ran to where my uncle Andy worked and got him to come help her. That is the reason that my nana is still here today.

Hubby, I, our four cats and big, goofy German Shepherd, Hershey, moved from New York to North Carolina last year. Not long after settling into our new home I noticed that our gate was open and Hershey was nowhere in sight. I cried out to my husband and he went flying out of the house to search for him.

No sooner did he leave than our phone rang. The call came from folks on the next street who had found our guy who had his red
plastic heart ID tag. But it had our NY info. So they called our old phone number only to learn that it had been disconnected. They then called local info and learned that we were not only listed, but just down the street from them.When I told them that my husband was on his way with a leash, they asked that he not hurry. They were already in love with Hershey.

We ordered new tags for all of the critters that very day.

My husband and I live in Texas, we moved there because he is in the army. We dont have any children and don't plan to have any for a while. We wanted to get a dog, a border collie, because we both have had border collies in the past. Well, I was looking through the paper one day and found an add for a border collie that needed a home. That night, we went to pick up the dog. After we got him (his name is Forrest) we realized he had been beaten by the owners and had many health problems. We didn't know if he was going to live or not. My husband and I are both animal lovers so we just decited to help Forrest as much as we could and hope for the best. We now have had Forrest for 6 months and he trusts us and loves us as much as we love him. We thank God for Forrest and neither one of us has ever had a better Dog. I love Forrest!

Ordered two dog tags, one for my pet and another for a friend. The tags arrived yesterday, Friday, 9/7/07. I delivered the friend's tag last night and it was put on their dog, Duffy, immediately. Just hours after, Duffy got out and about 10 minutes after the escape was picked up by security who called the number on the new dog tag and Duffy was returned home. Thanks to "Love Your Pets" Duffy is back!!!

Hello to all animal lovers. This is a true story about a dog named Miller. If there ever was such a thing as a "Mini Golden Retriever" he would be the one!

My fiancee is a Wildlife & Fisheries Agent in Southern Louisiana. Well my honey, Villere, has to stay for all storms, that's just part of his job.
While on patrol, about 5 days after Katrina hit down in Port Sulphur (which has no homes left and was all under water) Villere found this little puppy on the levee who had cuts and scraps all over him. The puppy hadn't eaten in days, probably up to a week. Villere picked the puppy up and fed him a can of potted meat. The puppy ate it up! And at that moment Villere fell in love. So he put him into the boat and brought him back to the station where we were staying. Well we knew that this little puppy had made it through the wind, the rain and the high waters and he was a strong little sucker. We decided to name him Miller, Miller Moose!
We took him to the vet (a make-shift tent they had set up in Belle Chasse, La) and got him some shots. We found out that Miller had heart worms so we had him treated. And he is doing great, no more heart worms! Well it's about to make 3 years post-Katrina and we have one of the best dogs anyone would ever want. Miller is so loving and wants to be by our sides at all times. He loves to go for boat rides, fishing & hunting.
I think he is very special and we are so glad Miller came into our lives.
I hope everyone has the heart, loving & caring like Vill & I do to our pets. And I hope y'all have enjoyed the true story of one of the best dogs in the world, Miller Moose!!!
And always have a Tag ID on your pets!!
We love you Miller
Mom & Dad

We changed our cell phone number when we moved, and I suddenly realized that Mojo's old tag would be useless. I'd planned to use one of those machines to engrave a new one, but they only offered noisy metal tags, and they were not cheaper than your much better quality tags. Here is Mr. Mojo Risin' sporting his up-to-date tag.

Hi, I just wanted send a picture of my baby wearing your tag. He is so cute. His name is Stew, and he likes to run for the door when anyone opens it. I feel much safer now knowing he has the tag. Thank You.