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Pet Adoption Stories

Posted by siyerwin on Sunday, April 19, 2009 at 8:18 PM

Below are two dog adoption stories which I got from the PAWS mailing list. I asked permission from the authors so I can post them here.

The first one came from Drae Ybanez on his adoption of Luther, a yellow Labrador he got from a vet who was selling him.

As you probably have noticed, I am not a fan of buying dogs from dog breeders (most especially from pet stores that sell live animals) but that will not stop me from recognizing the fact that there are people who are true animal lovers who treat their companion animals as equals and as family regardless of whether they were bought or rescued. Drae has a proven track record as he is also a PAWS volunteer who has helped shelter animals and has adopted a rescue dog (Related post: Drae and Trixie's dog adoption story).

>>>Go read Luther's dog adoption story

The second story came from Joyce Lagdameo and she wrote it in response to fellow cat-lover Jessica Zafra's Pets Make Us Human writing challenge where she asked her readers to write about how they met their pets and submit to her blog. This is in support of the Purina-PAWS campaign.

>>>Go read Lucky's dog adoption story

If you're looking for pictures of shelter animals up for adoption, please go to following shelter dog galleries maintained by PAWS volunteers May Angela Felix and Marla Nicandro:

May Angela Felix's Galleries
Filipino Dog Marcus Waiting for a Loving Home and Family
New Dogs on the Block
Cho and her 5 Puppies!
Rowena and Flipper Having a Jolly Good Time!

Marla Nicandro's Gallery
PAWS Dogs for Adoption

Please read the Cat and Dog Adoption Procedure if you're interested in adopting

A Tribute To My Dog, Luther by Drae W. Ybanez

I’ve just seen the movie Marley and Me. I thought it was another “chick-flick.” I thought it was another lame, quite funny movie of Owen Wilson. All of my “I thoughts” were wrong because turned out to be an extraordinary movie about a dog named Marley. I hate dog movies. But this dog movie wasn’t like the rest (you know, the talking parts). I won’t tell the story here but with this blog is to honor my Marley named Luther. Officially, he’s my first dog. Funny because Marley and Luther look so much alike except that my dog Lab is much bigger.


I bought Luther from a vet who was selling it for a good price. He is a yellow lab with oversized paws, which predicts how big it’s going to be. Choosing from the litter, his two white spots on his shoulder and powder face made him a standout. I brought him home to the old condominium in Valley Golf where I used to live. It was the greatest time of my life. His fluffy hair and puppy-piss smell brought me excitement. I tried to toilet-train him that night but it seems he was wanted to pee and soil every corner of my room. He was constantly whining that night finding his “spot” until he finally nestled on my pillow on top of my head. I felt peaceful, finally.

When I woke up the next day I had a wet feeling on my head and the foul smell of pee and dung overwhelmed the atmosphere. He peed on my pillow. And where in the world did his feces come from? He had three mountain-sized dirt waiting for me to demolish. Oh boy, this is not funny. My eyes were still half shut when he peeked from below like that surprise box with a stupid clown on a spring. “Good morning Daddy! I redecorated your boring flat.” He had a huge grin on his face with his elastic tongue hanging out. It’s hard to explain how I felt. Part of me wanted to pinch him and say “cute” while the other part of me wanted to skin him alive.

That day I had to leave him for the first time because of work. We had to practice. I sent him out of the terrace and closed the sliding door. I pretended I walked out and spied if he would howl and cry. I waited for a minute. And then another. And another. He was behaved like an obedient schoolboy in other words, Patay na bata ;) Hurray! This is going to work! It didn’t. That night I had a call from a neighbor asking me to hurry home because this irate American missionary from Faith Academy named Clinton (I won’t be surprised if he’s related to the ex-president) posted a threat on my door. I arrived and saw the hate mail. It was scribbled in black marker that said something like “I will kill your dog.” I went inside my flat and noticed the dead silence. But as soon as I opened the lights, MY GOD everything was a mess. Tsunami was in my room. He broke all my pots. He pooped maybe ten times. He peed everywhere. He chewed on all the plants and rags and the… I can’t even figure out what it used to be… Poor Luther was sitting quietly in front of me with the multi-awarded puppy eyed look. That night I abandoned my flat and moved back to my parents’ house. (I’m still struggling to forgive that Clinton by the way.) Either Clinton will kill Luther or I will kill him first for being such a jerk. Of course I wasn’t kidding. But every new day, the intensity of anger goes down.

As a little puppy Luther found comfort in my presence. Although I think it was extreme because he would never leave my side whenever I walk. He had to be beside me needed to touch my leg whenever I walk. I thought it was sweet but eventually it got irritating. I would trip at times because he would run after me. Good thing he got over it.

Luther grew up at my parents’ house with his black Lab sister, *Lucy Pevensie, that I also bought (for my brother). It wasn’t safe for me to let them lose because of the house renovation so most of the time they were on leash. I wasn’t proud of that. Eventually Lucy had to be with my brother’s house so Luther was pretty lonely. He stayed in the cage most of the time. It breaks my heart not to be able to take him out for a walk. And when I would, he just breaks lose like a crazy maniac. He was too ecstatic to be out of his dungeon. I too am happy when I see that. So to make up for my shortcomings I would put him to sleep whenever he barks at night. I would sing him a lullaby until he falls asleep. It works every time.

Finally our house renovation ended. As a treat I took Luther to our rooftop where we laid on the floor and just stargazed. It was an extraordinary night. I got all dirtied by lying on the floor but the experience was just intense. Luther too loved that treat. He told me “finally you’re learning how to be a good pet-owner.” We both laughed.

At present, Luther is joined by Trixie, the miracle dog. I adopted her from PAWS last year and she turned out to be a great companion for Luther. Like a baby sister Trixie annoys Luther all the time. She bites his ear, competes with him on Frisbee and just lavishes on him. Luther is so much happier now.

A recent addition to the family was Douglas (formerly Kulas). He’s a puppy German shepherd that was given to us. He now annoys Trixie. So the cycle is now complete.

I would like to end by saying that I equally love my dogs so much. However, I can’t claim to be the most responsible owner as well. In all my shortcomings I apologize to my dogs. But I also would like to thank my mom who fills that void I create. Sniff sniff this is too mushy. Anyway, I leave you with this from Marley and Me:

A dog has no use for fancy cars
Or big homes or designer clothes
A waterlog stick will do just fine
A dog doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor
Clever or dull, smart or dumb
Give ‘em your heart and he’ll give you his
How many people can you say that about?
How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special?
How many people can make you feel extraordinary?

*Lucy passed away two years ago due to a poisoning of some sort. Probably a frog… I miss Lucy. She’s extra hyper as compared to Luther. She was fatter but smaller. Her black hair was like that of a horse. I rushed her to the hospital and she was in IV. As I was leaving she forced herself to look at me. She was already in a vegetable state. I didn’t know it was her last day. I should have just stayed there longer…

Lucky's Adoption Story by Joyce Lagdameo

One hot summer day, I was walking along my street and noticed a white dog I had not seen before. It caught my attention because I knew the name and face of every dog that lived on my street (there were many), and this certainly was not one of them. I observed the dog lying down in the shade, but then getting up each time it noticed someone coming its way. It would approach the person, scrutinize the person’s face and seemed to be begging for food or to be taken home. I put it out of my mind, thinking that this was probably just a dog that had lost its way but would eventually get itself home. It looked healthy and had no visible injuries, so I was not too worried about it.

A couple of days later, I noticed the same dog, still on our street -- and started to become worried about it. It had taken to eating the leftovers of my neighbor’s dogs every night (my neighbor was compassionate enough to leave the remaining food out for it), and slept under various cars parked on the street during the day. Another dog-loving neighbor, with three dogs of his own, baptized the dog Lucky, for it had an incredibly large head (“laki-ulo eh!”).

Both had tried to capture the dog on several occasions, but it always seemed to give them the slip. Still, it lingered nearby, taking whatever food was offered to it and not aggressing towards any human or dog.

Although Lucky was apparently being fed by various neighbors, I was concerned that living on the street posed too many dangers. I decided that I would try my hand at rescuing this dog, and I started by offering it morsels of food during the day, to get it accustomed to me. After a few days of doing this, Lucky, who turned out to be a girl, would voluntarily approach me every time she would see me coming. One day, instead of offering her the food, I made a trail of it -- Hansel and Gretel style -- leading into my garage. She took the bait and walked into my garage where I then snapped a leash and collar on her, with the assistance yet another neighbor whom I involved in my mission.

It has been 7 years since I plucked Lucky off the street and washed what seemed like layers upon layers of car grease off her. She is alive and well today, living at a large house with a sprawling garden and her very own mini-lake in the middle of it. She is extremely loving, alert, intelligent and responsive to human instruction. With a Labrador named Elcid and a cat named Muning to play with, she is currently living her happily-ever- after in her forever home.

P.S. Lucky looked EXACTLY like the dog in the Purina Homeless, Not Worthless commercial when I first saw her, and was living in EXACTLY the same conditions. Today, she is clean, fat, sheltered and happy. What a difference a home makes.

Joyce R. Lagdameo
March 30, 2009

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  1. 3 comments: Responses to “ Pet Adoption Stories ”

  2. By arfiedev on May 13, 2009, 9:26:00 AM

    Hope luckys gets lucky : ) LOL

    Glad to know your fighting to help rescue dogs and animals alike just launched a new site called - and their donating a portion of there revenue to Petfinder and the ASPCA.

    Glad to know theres a way we can help dog adoption programs at no cost.

    Love the site - keep it up!!!

  3. By Abagale on Aug 4, 2009, 7:50:00 PM

    I recently came accross your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I dont know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting this blog very often.


  4. By Anonymous on Mar 13, 2010, 10:57:00 AM

    bilib po ako sa inyo... maswerte po si lucky dahil nagyon may nagmamahal na sa kanya...

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