We double-dog dare you not to love these rescue pups

Of all the double entendres, we appreciate the words “rescue dog” most. Pulled from the misery of neglect and abuse, these pets rescue children, families, and even, in our case, entire neighborhoods from boring, egocentric lives.

Want a little perspective? Watch a three-legged dog strut down the street with an honestly earned swagger, chin held high, eyes alert, head nodding politely in respectful acknowledgement.

Or spend some time with a giant fluff of a guard dog who looks like he could eat you whole, but leaps for joy when he sees you coming because he only wants to lick your hand.

We get to see all of this and even more from our perch on the corner of our street because our neighborhood has become a haven for rescue dogs.

Take Karl, with the intimidating head of a pit bull and the soul of a Buddhist monk. He landed in the shelter twice when his second owner lost his job and became financially unable to care for him. Now he lives in a house with two brand new empty nesters who, with their four grown children, love him unconditionally. Karl walks regally past our house and pauses graciously to acknowledge the treats Vince keeps on hand for him and his friends.

The rescue dogs in our neighborhood thrive under the patient care of their owners and affectionate attention from the rest of us. Thor, the beautiful mutt who lives across the street from us, spends his days entertaining visitors of both the two-legged and four-legged variety. We thought the poor guy was getting fat from all the treats everyone gave him until he got a haircut and we realized he had been just a little extra fuzzy.

Thor’s sweetheart, literally the girl next door, is Macy, the three-legged wonder dog. We’ve been fascinated with Macy since we met her. In fact, she’s mentioned in the description of this blog. Plucked from an abusive situation and found with her mother on the side of a road one day, Macy has a happy home with an energetic little boy, his parents and three older sisters.

Just down the street live Shady and Sunny, a pair of midnight black pranksters, rescued from a life of neglect and now living the high life. They enjoy early morning strolls, mid-afternoon soccer matches and the kind of unconditional, reciprocal love unique to dogs and their owners.

Someone once said the reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. We think the world needs a little more tail wagging and a little less tongue wagging. We’re happy to highlight these proud survivors and their owners, who brighten our neighborhood every day.

Macy has fascinated us since the day she came to live on our neighborhood. She only has three legs, but look at the dignity in that face!
Macy has fascinated us since the day she came to live on our neighborhood. She only has three legs, but look at the dignity in that face!
Macy’s a little possessive of her beau Thor, who has become the neighborhood pet. Thor likes to spend his days outside greeting visitors and accepting treats. He is the mellowest watchdog on the planet. Clearly, he found me and my camera boring yesterday. With more interesting guests, he leaps into the air and offers a much more enthusiastic hello.
Shady and Sunny
After a shaky start in life, Shady and Sunny hit the jackpot. They have two owners who are crazy about them and a large yard that doubles as a playing field when they want to kick the soccer ball around.
I'm not going to lie, Karl scared me a little when I first met him. But we've established a relationship of mutual respect. I appreciate his dignified personality and I'm thrilled to welcome him to the neighborhood.
We’re not going to lie, Karl scared us a little when we first met him. But we’ve established a relationship of mutual respect. We appreciate his dignified personality and we’re thrilled to welcome him to the neighborhood.

9 thoughts on “We double-dog dare you not to love these rescue pups

  1. How wonderful it is to rescue a dog. My son rescued a Pit bull when he lived in San Francisco. I was able to meet hem during a visit out there & yes I was a bit hesitant, but fell for him soon. San Francisco is also so pet friendly. We walked everywhere or took a bus with Lou, of coarse all dogs must wear a muzzle. It’s all in the training.

    When my son decided to move home when his father was ill, the rest of the family was able to fall in love with Lou as well. When my son’s dad passed & he decided to go back to San Francisco , so we took Lou to a no kill shelter, but neither one did well without each other, so my son & Lou are home with me. I was a bit hesitant since I have a six pound Pom, but they a kissing cousins.

    Lou now has cancer & is ten years old. He is slowly down a bit, but still my wonderful grand dog. My little Pom Izzy does rule the house & has no idea that there is a size difference, they are true kissing cousins. Can’t imagine being without them.

  2. I truly believe my rescue dog did the rescuing. He was dropped off at the elementary school I was teaching at during a time in my life when I was having some serious troubles. The fact that I was forced to get outside and go on walks with him everyday was so good for me, and I am a firm believer that doggie snuggles help to reduce stress. My Scrappy has been a kind and loyal companion to me and his doggie sister. If you want to see the cutest picture ever, check out Scrappy and Georgia spooning: http://thingsheatherlearnedtoday.wordpress.com/2011/03/21/things-i-learned-today-32111/
    Yay for rescue dogs!

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