Animal Rescue of Fresno: Finding Forever Homes at the Home & Garden Show

by Wendy Hunter

Anyone who says that size doesn’t matter, never spent three long days in a building the length of an airplane hangar, while crammed into a tiny space the size of a postage stamp. Thus began the great 2017 Fresno Home & Garden Show, where the spas are spacious, the crowds are colossal, and the cinnamon rolls are bigger than your head. At the Fairgrounds early in March, it seemed like almost everything was larger than life. Well, except for our 10x10 baby booth, which had just enough room for a couple volunteers and a handful of dogs; but only if you held your breath.

The Mighty Mozzarella: From Rescue Dog to Super Dog

by Wendy Hunter

In this world of terrorist threats, ridiculous political nonsense, and far too many shootings, we could really use a hero. And I mean a REAL hero. I’m not talking about stereotypical vigilantes like Batman, Spiderman, or Wonder Woman. There’s only so far you can go with a flashy car, spandex, and a push-up breastplate. The dictionary defines a hero as: “a person who is admired for great or brave acts or fine qualities.” But what about a champion like Underdog?

Back from the Brink: Bebe’s Story

by Wendy Hunter

At Animal Rescue of Fresno, we have all kinds of dogs. Big ones, small ones, and everything in between. Dogs who bark, dogs who never bark, and dogs who bark just because they can. We have critters with long hair, short hair, curly hair, floppy ears, pointy ears, tiny tails, and tails of mass destruction. But for the most part, we have mutts. We don’t get a lot of purebreds at our facility, but when we do, it’s usually a Boxer. And that’s because Boxers are the favorite breed of Linda, our fearless ARF leader. She’s absolutely mad for them. If there is a Boxer in need, Linda’s on the case. She is, to put it mildly, a Boxer freak.

ARF: Jesse’s Journey To Becoming Healthy

by Wendy Hunter

Shortly after relocating back to Fresno, I moved in with Marty, an old childhood friend. We had a shaded condo with a gigantic fireplace, and a lovely little pool just steps from our porch. We had great neighbors, who for some inexplicable reason, put up with our boisterous weekend BBQ and swim parties. We shared our home with three crazy canines, all with distinctive personalities. Marty’s dog, Boo, was a huge Husky/Wolf hybrid, with a stunning white coat, and a habit of hiding in my closet whenever thunderstorms appeared.

ARF: Pooh & Piglet

by Wendy Hunter

As an ARF (Animal Rescue Foundation) volunteer, I have done a lot of things. I have cheered when excited families choose a lucky critter to take home, and I have wept with broken-hearted people surrendering their beloved pet for reasons beyond their control. I have also witnessed heartless humans relinquish senior dogs because they have a new, improved, younger pup at home, and there is too much turmoil in the house. I have stood in stunned amazement, when our resident groomer takes a pitiful, mangy, matted mess of a mutt, and trims and shaves him until he resembles nothing even close to his former self.

Animal Rescue of Fresno: Pooch Planning 101

by Wendy Hunter

You are a dog. You are a spoiled dog. You are a dog with one crooked ear, and you snooze on a squishy sofa, gobble up leftovers, and bark like mad when those squirrels hijack the bird feeder. You have a human. You love your human, even though she owns a crazy calico cat that hisses in your ear, and refuses to let you drink from the toilet.

Animal Rescue of Fresno: Stray Dogs

by Wendy Hunter

My sister has a gigantic Pit Bull the color of coal with a head the size of a cinder block, and a bark that’s louder than a Boeing 747. She also has a cattle dog mix with amazing grey eyes, serious ball-chasing skills, and a crazy Jekyll & Hyde personality. To say there’s never a dull moment in that house would be an understatement.

ARF: A Puppy For Christmas

by Wendy Hunter

I don’t have kids. Yup, it’s true. I don’t know the joys of being a parent. Like celebrating first birthdays, first steps, first words, first day of school, and first Christmas. That glorious time of year when tiny tots stay up late, eagerly awaiting Santa Claus, families gather to ingest more food than humanly possible, and children all over the world utter that magical phrase every mother and father will hear at some point in their lifetime: “Can I get a dog for Christmas?”

ARF: Choose a Chihuahua!

by Wendy Hunter

We live in a big world. We like big things. We drive big cars, carry big phones, surf big computers, buy big houses, and watch big TVs while eating big meals. There are trucks in this town with wheels so enormous, that they could flatten my dinky Honda into a shriveled piece of tin foil. My sister’s Samsung cell is almost the size of her head. The Mac in my bedroom could double as a movie screen.