Adult dogs looking for forever homes
Occasionally we have older(over 1 year old) dogs for sale that don't meet our standards for breeding or do not fit into
our program due to size or color or are rescue dogs. These dogs are checked for health problems before they are sold.
has been adopted
Star is a 6 year old silver and gray
phantom toy poodle. She is up to date on all of her shots including rabies. She has been spayed. Star has a wonderful personality.
She is very playful and has lots of energy. She likes to go for walks and watch TV with people. Star loves to have her tummy
rubbed. She is housebroken, leash trained and crate trained.
Midnite- AKC, Male
Now placed in a new home
Left is a picture of Midnite on the day Bluegrasspuppies got him before he left his first home. Midnight weighed exactly 7
lbs and acted like he was terrified of people. He was kept outside year round so when we brought him in the house when we
got home he howled and tried to get back outside.He wouldn't play with toys he acted like he didn't know what they were for.
He wasn't crate trained so we had to teach him where to potty.He ate very well over the next several days and we dewormed
him with a mild liquid dewormer. He started warming up to me but he treated everyone else like he was very afraid of them.
I was the one feeding,washing,clipping and brushing him. As you can see his "chocolate" color turned out to be layers
of dirt. I had to cut many clumps of knotted fur out of his coat so I got to know his sweet personality really well. My well
groomed girls can get huffy with me if they think I am taking too many minuites to groom them but I spent hours with Midnite
and he was an angel. When his hair was shorter you could see that his bones were showing through his skin.
When the Paynes came to see Midnite his bones were still showing and he had only put on about a pound and a half. He
acted like he was scared of everyone in the family except for Tonja. He went to her and got in her lap. I hadn't seen him
act that way toward anyone before it was like he knew she was there to give him a forever home. You can see him below in their
home and read about how he is doing now. Wonderful people like the Paynes make a huge difference in these dogs lives and allow
me to continue helping other dogs.
To: "'Bluegrasspuppies'" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
No we haven't forgotten you. I wanted you to see just how wonderful Midnite was doing. He has come such a long way.
He now plays with toys and balls, he loves his rawhide bones & peanut butter& of course. His weight is now 13lbs.
Oh yeah he loves his daddy so much now. He will crawl in his lap and sleep for hours at a time. Again thank you for letting
us have him, he has been such an important part of our life.
Joe, Tonja, and Midnite Payne
Precious just after we got her
Precious ready for her new home
Precious was very loved by her first owner who was an older man but he had to move
and Precious could not go with him. She was spayed and we had a complete health work up on her. Her only health issue was
her teeth. She had always been fed canned soft food and her teeth had never been cleaned so had a bad tarter build up.
Precious now has a great home.
If you are considering adopting go with a rescue if one is available
The poem below is very sad
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
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
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, lookedinto her kind eyes and
murmured How could you?
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak,
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.
If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read
it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who
die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose,
as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters,
on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important
one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your
responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious.
Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
How Could You? Copyright © 2002 by Jim Willis