ANGEL

 

"My name is Angel and I was adopted on July 22nd, 2005. When I was taken to my new home everything was

so new to me. I had to learn to live with 4 cats and I was very stressed out. With lots of love and affection, I

learned how to act around those cats and we now all share Mom and Dad's bed at night.

 

I love going to the dog park and playing with the other dogs. I have so much fun!

My Mom and Dad take me a couple times as week. As soon as I see my ball

thrower, I know where I am going. I would like a new dog friend sometime soon so

my Mom and dad have been looking for me...

 

I am so happy in my new home. I am spoiled and love every minute of it. I enjoy

belly rubs and car rides and enjoy my day's routine very much.  I have learned

many new things since coming to live with my new family - shake paw, sit pretty,

 come when I am called, find the bugs! and I love to chase my tail to make

everyone laugh.

 

Thank you to all the nice people who looked after me while I stayed with you at the

Brantford Humane Society. You were all so good to me, and found me a home where I am loved and treated well.

 

Thank you!
 

Adopted by: Sara Kiertscher and Adam Newman"

 

MINNIE

 

Hi, my name is Minnie.  I just want to tell everyone my story and happy ending.  My journey to my new

home started almost 2 years ago.  I had puppies but the mean people I was living with didn't feed me.  My

sister also had puppies but she wasn't fed either.  We tried our hardest to take care of our puppies but it was

just too hard.  My sister died and I had twice as many to feed.  It got too hard and the puppies died.  I had

lost a lot of weight and was unhealthy.  Thankfully the nice people at the Brantford SPCA saved me and I

went to live with them.  They made sure I always had enough food to eat.  While I was living there, I met a

nice couple named Chuck and Joanne who volunteered as dog walkers.  I feel in love with them and I wanted

so badly for them to become my forever home.  They wanted to take me home but they weren't allowed to

have pets where they were living.  For a few months, they would visit me 3 or 4 times a week and take me

to Dairy Queen and for swims in the river.  I always had so much fun with them and hated to see them leave.

 

A year ago in September, they moved to a big house in the country that DID allow pets.  Our wishes had come

true... I finally got a loving family and they got ME!  Now I have acres of land to run and even a forest to explore.

I love going for walks with them on the trails and sometimes I get to go explore on my own.  There is a dog down

the laneway that I used to go visit, but Chuck and Joanne said it was too far for me to go, so I have to stay closer

to the house.  It had been a great year.  I had Thanksgiving and Christmas and they even brought me home a

brother, Oddie.  He is really hyper and sometimes he bugs me, but for the most part we have fun.

 

I just want to say thank you to the Brantford SPCA for saving me and letting

Chuck and Joanne adopt me.  I couldn't ask for a better family!

 

       

 

Momma Cass

It has now been one year since Momma Cass has blessed our home.
Momma was an overweight six year old cat in need of some grooming (and a loving home).
Well, she has lost some weight and she looks terrific! She has been such a joy.
We weren't sure when we brought Momma home how our German Shepherd, Kaslo, was going to react
and how the two of them would get along. It didn't take Momma long to set things straight! Momma is doing wonderful,
she enjoys watching the birds from the windows, quietly following the dog around and in particular sitting on my lap every evening. With your cat on your lap and your dog at your feet - what else can you ask for!
Momma had been at the SPCA for some time before we adopted her
and I am so glad the SPCA was able to hang onto her until she found our home.

Regards, Janet and Bob


PUMPKIN

 

I am writing to let you know about our adoption of Pumpkin, our cat
from the Brantford SPCA. On my 17th birthday (October 2002) after
school, my mom and I went to the Brantford SPCA to fill out an
application for two kittens that had been found in a bag by the Grand
River. While waiting to speak with someone, we were just looking at
the cats in the cages, and one cat caught our eyes. He was a very thin
white and orange cat, with a sign above his cage that said "I'm
Special". A staff member noticed us looking at this cat, and asked if
we would like to hold him. We both held him and he fell asleep in my
arms. He was special because he was so affectionate. Both teary-eyed,
we decided to fill out an adoption form for Pumpkin (who had apparently
wandered up to a staff member of the SPCA who was doing some
gardening). We got to take Pumpkin home that day. He was in rough
shape, with cut up paws and a cut above his eye, and very thin, but
with instructions from the SPCA we fed him baby pablum until he gained
weight. Now he is a hearty cat, full of spirit and love. Although he
has a warm cat bed to sleep in, he insists in curling up in whatever
boxes we have lying around and loves to bat around small toys and play
chase games with us. He is such a funny and loveable cat, and he is
the best birthday present that I, and my family have ever recieved.

Lisa










 

Hemi & Liberty

Hello everyone! I just wanted to drop a quick line and some pictures of our bunnies Hemi and Liberty. We adopted these two little characters are now 4.5 months old and both have been recently neutered.

at the beginning of February 2006 from the SPCA foster program. They

They are house bunnies who are let out to play in our finished basement but they still have chewing and digging issues so they are not left unsupervised outside of their cage. Hopefully this will improve with age and they will eventually be free range bunnies.

I just wanted to let you know that we really enjoy Hemi and Liberty. They are full of energy and love to hop and play in the house and outside in their harnesses. They are very good natured and have great personalities, although they are very different from each other. Hemi is very curious and gets into things quickly. He doesn't like to be cuddled as much as Liberty but he has his quiet moments and can be very loving.

Liberty is our little shy one. He is startled very easily and doesn't like change. He will sit on our lap or chest and be cuddled and petted. He is quiet yet still gets into things. He is just more cunning about it.

They are our bundles of fluffy joy! We are looking forward to many years with them both. Thank-you for the love you gave them from the time they were born until they came into our lives.

Yours sincerely, Shirley and Alain
Mouse

The first time we saw Mouse was on the Internet. She had been in the shelter for six months and was having a hard time finding a home due to her being a Pitt Bull. My wife, Rev. Christine fell in love. My apprehension level went to max. As my wife was in love, I knew that we at least had to go and see her in person and thought that I could talk her out of this later. Mouse was on the floor in the Manager's office when we got there. My wife was still in love and gushing at her. I thought that I would test her and invaded her space without introduction and lay on the floor beside her. I got one of the biggest, wettest kisses from a dog that I ever had.
Test one passed.

I took her for a walk out back. She listened to me, ignored the other barking dogs and ran back to my wife wagging her tail (actually the whole back end was flying back and forth).
Test two passed.

When we went back into the office she sniffed the rabbits, made sure that they were all right and totally ignored the cat on the floor. Test three passed.

After flapping my arms around and moving them fast without any reaction I knew that test four had been passed. Damn. No way I could talk Christine out of this dog. We filled out all the forms, read all the paperwork and laws, handed in the references and left.

A week later we picked her up to bring her home, people's warnings ringing in our ears. The staff gave her a bed, a muzzle and of course, her blue jacket to keep her warm, her blue squeaky fish (it's her baby) and we drove home. Boy was our son surprised when we walked in. So was our 21-year-old cat, who was Queen of the house and had a deadly fear of dogs. She had already drawn blood on several different dogs and feared for the worst. Shadow was very put out and sulked away to hide. Her first night was kind of rough as she was under stress from the move. She threw up four times and looked very embarrassed. We moved her bed from our room to where she was comfortable (my wife's home office) and the rest of the night passed without any problems. We learned a lot about her and she learned her place with us. We kept her bed in the office and made her another place to sleep in our bedroom. She put her fish in the living room in front of the fireplace and claimed the big armchair as her spot, also the couch and the other smaller armchair. The living room was her spot.

Shadow learned very quickly that she was not allowed near the fish when Mouse put her nose under her and tossed her away. My wife was concerned and Mouse looked at me, as if to say "sorry, but its my baby". I told my wife that Shadow just learned a lesson and ignored Mouse. Shadow settled on a pillow by the fireplace, learned her head on the screen and proceeded to "bake" her brain. Mouse got her fish and settled on the couch. Life was good.

Mouse was taken to the Church and introduced to the Congregation, who proceeded to fall in love with her too. All, except one man, but that's his problem. When the doorbell rings, she barks once. Runs to the door, then waits for us to get there. She gets introduced (muzzle on) and when the person is comfortable they usually request that the muzzle comes off, but only if they request it. Sometimes she will get a funny feeling about the person and sits between that person and us. Usually on or very near their feet as if to say, "do your business but remember this is our house". My wife is very grateful for that as we have many people showing up at our door seeking help. They range from our congregation to homeless to men just released from jail. Never once has she shown any sign of aggression, but everyone has been very polite.

Mouse has her choice of two fenced in yards to be in without her muzzle but in public always wears her muzzle. She is great with kids that she meets when we go walking and especially loves meeting the smaller ones who have DQ ice cream all over their hands, which they spread all over her muzzle. She sits very nicely as the parents and kids get introduced, and next time she meets them, her whole body wags, which sets everyone laughing. Including the cop's who watch her walking down the sidewalk. At night we go for a walk around the Church, picking up garbage. Now we are called the security patrol and people yell, "Beware of the lick". The people from Operation Sharing who visit the food bank and the soup kitchen (which serves 150 meals a day) love her and always say hello, walking down the street or at the Church. She has become a celebrity in downtown Woodstock.

This Saturday the Church had its annual plant sale and there were people milling about all over the front yard. A man walked by and yelled, "Oh that's nice, taking your dog all over the Church grounds!" The congregation yelled back. "She lives here." Which stunned him, as it does everyone who finds out that the Priest owns a Pitt Bull. My wife responds with. "Jesus gave us a second chance at redemption, why not a Pitt Bull". When I wake up every morning, my wife is sound asleep beside me. My cat is sleeping on my pillow leaning on my head and Mouse is between my wife and I, with her head as close to my pillow as possible. Case closed. We love Mouse, our Congregation loves Mouse, kids love Mouse, the homeless love Mouse and the cat, well she tolerates her.

We understand the law but think its stupid. So we have a fake moustache, big nose and glasses that we put on her muzzle occasionally when we walk her. Her breed has a bad rap, but its not her fault, people should be held accountable not the animals. Like my wife says, everyone deserves a second chance, even you and Pitt Bull's. We are lucky and grateful to have such a wonderful animal in our lives. Long live our "Church Mouse", she is spreading a wonderful message with a Ministry of her own.

Sincerely, Benjamin (Author & Storyteller), Rev. Christine & our son Zach.



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