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Showing posts with label Amazing. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 30, 2013

Amazing: Oklahoma Tornado Survivor's Dog Is Rescued During a TV Interview

Barbara Garcia thought she had lost her dog, but he was right at her feet, buried in rubble.

"I never lost consciousness, and I hollered for my little dog, and he didn't answer, he didn't come, so I know he's in here somewhere," says Barbara Garcia of Moore, OK, gesturing to the rubble around her.

It's a scene of utter devastation, and Garcia is describing how she survived the tornado to a reporter from CBS News. Her voice trails off, her eyes darting around, looking at what's left of her house, her neighborhood. She pushes the thoughts of her dog aside for the moment and gets back to the interview, telling of the horror that flattened everything around her.

And then a quiet, shocked voice from someone from CBS off-camera, interrupting the newscast.

"The dog. The dog."

The camera turns, lowers, and there, right at Garcia's feet: two eyes peeking out of the rubble. Her little dog, buried, right next to her. At the sound of his owner's voice calling his name, the dog starts moving, wiggling, trying to get free. 

Garcia herself pulls the rubble off of her dog, who crawls out of the wreckage under his own power. He seems stunned, shell-shocked, but he's able to move on his own. It's an amazing scene, and Garcia, overcome, delivers a heartbreaking coda. 

"I thought God just answered one prayer, to let me be okay. He answered both of them. Because this was my second prayer."

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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Caught on Tape: Amazing Ice Rescue of 13-Year-Old Dog

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The above photos, from a video by WPVI in Delaware, show the dramatic ice rescue of a 13-year-old dog named Boo. Boo usually walks around the lake and visits friends, his owners say, but he’s never stepped onto thin ice. Fortunately his screaming barks got a neighbor’s attention, and she called 911. A rescue crew worked wonders with a rowboat and axe to open the ice to clear a path for the boat. It was slow going, and partway through the video below you’ll find yourself holding your breath, worried that the crew may not make it before Boo slips under.

I hope his family reconsiders his winter roaming. Most dogs don’t have nine lives…




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Monday, March 7, 2011

Amazing Gracie settles in at Almost Heaven Ranch

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Folks, I’m just so in love with my little Amazing Gracie I’m probably going to embarrass myself in this post. But I can’t help it.

In case you don’t remember, we adopted Gracie on Christmas Day from Second Chance Animal Adoption in our hometown of Bonners Ferry. Mikkel told the “love at first sight” story already, but I can tell you, it’s gone on to be a real “Love Story” for all of us — well, except maybe for Quora, but my theory is that she’ll come around soon.

I like to think I’m Gracie’s new best friend, and when she’s cuddling in my lap and wriggling and moaning as I give her a full body massage, I probably am. Her rear legs have some kind of deformity, and regular massage helps keep them limber.

But I have to admit, she might possibly love our Golden Retriever, Shakira, best of all. And playing, running and rough-housing with Shakira is probably the best therapy for her hind legs, too. Here’s a photo slideshow of them playing this weekend:

Quixote gets in on the action sometimes, but Shakira and Gracie can play for hours out in the snow on Almost Heaven Ranch.

Gracie spent her whole life since puppyhood in a shelter — they gave me this photo of her, taken on admission — so this is her first experience of being a beloved family pet. I’m so glad Shakira’s here to show her how it’s done!

But I’m sharing a lot of “firsts” with Gracie, too. Just today she tasted an apple I took up to the barn for the horse and went wild for its sweet flavor. She followed me up the steep stairs to the hay loft of the barn but after she made her passes around looking for kibble the cats have spilled, she walked over to the stairs and presented herself for me to pack down (I worry about her going down with those bad rear wheels) the to the ground.

Don’t tell the other dogs (or Teresa or Mikkel, for that matter), but when I give all the dogs a treat every morning, I give Gracie two. Okay, three. I figure she needs lots of spoiling if she’s ever going to catch up.

It snowed hard this weekend, and I got a real kick out of how she goes on her walks with her head down, lapping up snow — something I guess she never got to taste during her life in the shelter.

But our Gracie is an “all-seasons” kind of gal. She loves to lie out in the sun on the grassy area under a big pine tree. No matter how clean the shelter, or well-run, or how loving the people there, there’s nothing to compare with fresh air, sunshine, lots of exercise, and being part of a family!

Gracie’s been playing so much, in fact, that I’ve started her on Rimadyl. And despite the extra treats, I’m making sure she stays lean, to keep her rear legs from carrying any more weight than they have to. After we’ve gotten her loved up and muscled up, we’re going to take her to Washington State University College of Veterinary Medicine for a complete checkup, and to see if surgery might not be helpful to her.

So that’s it. I’m in love, and our Gracie’s a real part of the family now. I just couldn’t love her more, and encourage all my readers to consider giving a second chance to one of the amazing dogs in shelters everywhere — even if I did already get the best one!


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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

The Vick discussion reaches an amazing new level

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A week or so ago, about the time that Gina composed her outstanding post from the North American Veterinary Conference on the forensics of SickVick’s victims, Steve Dale of Chicago Now reprinted his syndicated piece opposing President Obama’s support of the Eagles’ signing and eventual promotion of Vick. The fun started when the HSUS made the unforced error (as they say in the sports world) of responding to Dale’s opinion piece. They could have, and I’d say should have, let well enough alone. But for reasons that will be clear in just a minute, I’m glad they didn’t. “AnneHSUS” posted the first comment after Dale’s post went up.

“Dale got it wrong by saying that Vick’s speaking engagements are court-ordered. They are voluntary.

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Regarding the question of Vick getting a dog for his daughters, what our president and CEO said in entirety was that now is not the time for Vick to have a dog. That decision will and should be made after his probation is up. All of our work at The HSUS is predicated on the fact that we are all capable of change, of showing more compassion, of doing the right thing. If we didn’t believe people could change, there would be no point to any of our work.”

That allowed Dale to respond, in essence, “Liar, liar, pants on fire”.

Thank you for your interesting response. I don’t deny that people can change…but let’s back up a bit…I’ve linked in previous blog posts to your President’s remarks so people can read them in full, and that I am not taking them out of context. Here is a part of what Mr. Pacelle, your president and CEO says – directly lifted, word per word:

“It’s now a well-established principle within our movement that those convicted of malicious cruelty should not be permitted to have pets, at least for a number of years after a cruelty conviction, and sometimes even for life. It’s a precautionary policy, grounded on the notion that the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior and that it’s just very hard to know if someone has been rehabilitated. Together as a society, we are responsible for placing animals in homes where they are loved, and where they are safe.”

Judges typically don’t allow those who are convicted of dogfighting to have dogs, often for life, for a reason. The judge in this case didn’t say that…It’s not because of Vick’s wonderful work. How could the judge have known what Vick would do or not. Of course, Vick’s fame has nothing to do with it. By the way, that community work’ was, in fact, a negotiated part of ‘the deal’ arranged by lawyers, and later your President, as I understand from several sources.In fact, the HSUS was not approached first. At least one (perhaps two) other organizations turned down the offer to support Vick in community appearances.

Later on in the comment flow came what I thought was Dale’s best comment of all, referencing perhaps the greatest single Freudian statement SickVick could have uttered.

One more thing….at a press conference after the Packer/Eagles games, which the Eagles lost because Vick threw an intercepted pass…he said the pass was the biggest mistake of his life.

Really Mr. Vick?

“AnneHSUS” hasn’t been heard from since.

Nathan gets to chew on the AHA: Dale’s comment wasn’t the best recent response to a patently absurd public statement. Few people do a better job of shooting down misinformation than Nathan Winograd. This time, the lie was heard on New York’s WABC 77 Radio, the No. 1 talk radio station in the country based on listenership.  Nathan appeared Sunday morning to talk about shelter killing.  Before Nathan’s appearance, the host spoke with Dori Villalon, Vice President of Animal Protection for the American Humane Association. From here, let’s hear from Nathan in his recent blog post.

The Vice-President of AHA argued that pet overpopulation was responsible for the killing of half of the “six to eight million animals” impounded by shelters every year. But when asked how many people were looking to get a dog or cat this year, the “demand” side, she said “Gosh, um, I don’t know that number.” And when further asked how she could be so adamant that pet overpopulation was real given that she didn’t know, she said that it was because we are killing four million, a hopeless tautology. But she went further, claiming that for us to end the killing “every person in American right now [would have to] adopt eight animals” and they would have to do so every year. My jaw hit the floor.

Today, the human population in the U.S. is just over 300,000,000. If everyone adopted eight animals every year, that would be 2.4 billion animals—six hundred times the number of animals being killed in shelters every year. Here was a leader of the first national companion animal advocacy organization in the U.S. which has claimed a leadership position since 1877, and not only did she demonstrate a profound ignorance on the core issue of the humane movement which is used to justify the needless slaughter of almost four million animals a year, but she was willing to go on the radio and do so, apparently unaware of just how ignorant she was.

Thanks for that, Nathan.

Bunnies in danger: From Mary Cvetan, an alert about the expiration of the permit that has been saving bunnies in Victoria, British Columbia.

A key to contagious cancer: There’s a particular form of cancer in dogs, Canine Transmissible Venereal Tumor (CTVT). While it’s understood how the disease is transmitted, it hasn’t been known how it can keep regenerating itself. Discover News has the answer.

“It is possible that when dogs were first domesticated, they were highly inbred, and so different individuals were genetically very similar, and this might have helped cancerous cells from one dog to be able to grow on another.” study co-author Austin Burt told Discovery News.

“Then, as dogs were bred in many different directions and became genetically diverse, the cancer would have evolved to be able to grow on a diverse array of genotypes,” added Burt, a professor of evolutionary genetics at Imperial College London.

He and colleagues Clare Rebbeck and Armand Leroi analyzed the cellular structure of a geographically diverse sample of CTVT samples. They noticed that the cancer would sometimes acquire the “powerhouses,” or mitochondria, of host cells in order to repair itself in response to accumulated genetic mutations.

To determine if this was really the case, the scientists studied the evolutionary development of dogs and wolves. That investigation further supported their determination about the host-hijacking cancer. The research was published in this week’s Science

Thanks to Schnauzer Fan for the link.

Beagle rescue! Susan Fox forwarded a story from SF Gate about beagles used in laboratory research who need a home when their research time was up. Often, lab animals are killed when work with them is completed, but it isn’t always necessary. Hence, the birth of the Beagle Freedom Project in California.

My fair doggies: A story in the New Bedford Standard-Times features two insanely adorable cockapoos, named Higgins and Eliza. They’re the principal stars of “Cockapoos in the Classroom,” a volunteer pet-assisted therapy program in southeastern Massachusetts. I have to mention how this story found its way to my attention. Dr. Brenda Stone, featured in the article, is the mother of a friend I knew back in grade school. Through the wonders of Facebook, Maggie (I knew her as Margaret) and I reconnected, and she sent me the link. And no, you can NOT ask for stories about what I was like in fourth grade.

Revenge of the cats: This link from Science Blogs, features a video from the Moscow Cat Theater. There really are no words that would suffice to describe it, so I’ll just have you watch, and you can discuss it in the comments. (tip of the cap to Marge for the link).
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I always like to hear from readers, especially if you have tips, and links for interesting stories.  Give me a shout in the comments, or better yet, send me an e-mail.

Photo credit: Pants on fire, looneytunes09.wordpress.com.


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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Amazing Agility!

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Monday, January 31, 2011

Amazing Gracie captures a heart … and goes home for Christmas

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Gracie is a black, two-year-old Lab/Pit bull mix with deformed knees who has spent almost her entire life at the Second Chance Animal Adoption shelter in Bonners Ferry, Idaho.

Gracie has a new address now — at Almost Heaven Ranch with my dad, Dr. Marty Becker and my mom, Teresa.

My dad and I, along with the staffs of North Idaho Animal Hospital in Sandpoint and Lakewood Animal Hospital in Coeur d’Alene, spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day visiting our local animal shelters and bringing toys, greats and other gifts to the homeless pets there. It was our way of trying to make these special pets have a happier day.

On the way from Panhandle Animal Shelter in Ponderay to Second Chance, my dad was talking to me in the car about how he wanted to get a new dog in the future. He said he wanted to wait for the right dog, one who really needed a home. Some of my work as a dog-trainer is at the local shelter, so I said that I’d be on the lookout for him.

When we got to Second Chance, we were busy handing out gifts. Dad posed for photos with a black mixed-breed dog named Gracie. Although she was far from lap-sized, she let him hold her in his arms, totally relaxed — almost collapsed.

At one point I looked around and realized my dad had vanished. I walked back to the kennels and found him sitting in Gracie’s run. She was cuddled up next to him, staring up at his face while he petted and held her. The treat-stuffed Kong toy we’d given her for Christmas did not mean nearly as much to her as it did just to sit next to my dad.

Although there were dozens of people in the area, it felt like there was no one else in there at all, like it was just the two of them. I was witnessing something amazing.

When I asked dad what he was doing, he answered me in a voice I’d never heard from him before. He sounded like a little kid excited to open his stocking on Christmas.

“She’s a special dog, Kel,” he said. “She’s just really touched me. I don’t know what to do, but she has really stolen my heart. I think she might be the one!”

I knew then and there we were bringing home a new dog for Christmas. She and dad had an immediate connection, as if they were soulmates.

As soon as dad, after a few minutes of deliberation, decided he was taking her home, the entire staff and volunteers were in tears. They said they had all spent many anxious nights worrying about Gracie and if she would ever get a home with her special needs. They figured she had a good chance of always being a shelter resident.

Instead, it turns out she had just been waiting there for the special person who was going to be her forever friend.

On the way home she was sitting in my lap, but kept inching closer and closer to my dad in the driver’s seat until half her body was lying in the center console so that she could have her head resting right by him.

When we got home to Almost Heaven Ranch, dad marched in with her, so much vigor and joy in his step. He reminded me of a little kid who just got his first pet, or even like a mom who just brought her new baby home from the hospital.

My dad speaks at veterinary meetings and conferences about the connection people have to our pets and how much we love them — he calls it “The Bond” — to help motivate veterinarians to improve their connection to pet owners as well as pets. I’ve always known how sincere he is about that, but this weekend I’ve seen it in action in a way I never have before.

I see dad looking at Gracie and seeing past her crippling ailments to the pure soul that lies underneath. I see him crying while he holds her in his lap, Gracie just staring up at him with such calmness, such a sure sense that he is going to protect her from now on.

This Christmas, we thought we would be giving out presents to pets  to make their day special. I never expected one pet would steal my dad’s heart at first sight and, as my mom said yesterday, turn out to be the greatest Christmas present he has ever had. I know each day with her will continue to be a gift.

Welcome home, Gracie!

More video of Gracie and our Christmas shelter visits under the jump…


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Monday, January 10, 2011

Amazing Gracie: A Dog's Tale

Amazing Gracie: A Dog's TaleNow in paperback, AMAZING GRACIE is a moving, funny, and inspirational canine rags-to-riches story. "Tears will stain the pages as you read about Gracie," says USA Today. The Chicago Tribune advises, "If you're short on inspiration, read Amazing Gracie." "You don't have to be obsessed with dogs to love this story" (Philadelphia Enquirer), "Two paws up" (Portland Oregonian), "humorous yet poignant" (ASPCA Animal Watch). Booklist comments that "Dog-loving teens, especially reluctant readers, will eat this up." AMAZING GRACIE was nominated as a Young Adult Choice for 2002 by The International Reading Association-proof that it's a great crossover book.

Gracie was a deaf and partially blind albino Great Dane with a delicate constitution and a penchant for small miracles. Dan is the man-sad over the loss of his last dog and trapped in a dead-end job-who adopted her. Three Dog Bakery is the burgeoning and much-publicized chain of canine bakeries that, inspired by Gracie, Dan and his friend Mark founded. A love story, AMAZING GRACIE describes how Dan saves Gracie, the loneliest pup in the litter, then how, over the next ten years, Gracie saves Dan and Mark, teaching them the real meaning of happiness. There's the moment of meeting, when Gracie gets to her feet like a clumsy foal and nuzzles Dan's nose. Gracie's romance with the pint-size Boston Terrier next door. And the eureka moment (born of Gracie's anorexia-inducing dislike for commercial dog food): Dan teaches himself to cook and within three days begins baking the dog cookies that will transform their lives. AMAZING GRACIE is a dog-lover's treat.

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