by Lee Juslin
When Cody was turned into a New York City shelter by his owners, the shelter thought he was a Wheaten Scottie. So, they sent pictures to Scottie Rescue of Greater New York. Meanwhile, the shelter kept him isolated to avoid his picking up kennel cough and other illnesses, which are common in shelters. When the rescue agreed to take him, the shelter had him vetted and brought up to date on his vaccines. They, then, delivered him to Erica, a volunteer with the rescue.
by Lee Juslin
Cedric came into NY/NJ Scottie Rescue from a busy New York City shelter. This Scottie/Schnauzer mix is about eight years old and weighs twenty pounds. He has no apparent health issues except for kennel cough, which is common with dogs that are pulled from shelters and for which he is being treated.
by Maria Ruiz
In some ways, dogs are like children. If you have more than one, one will become your favorite. I know parents try not to have favorites and won’t admit it, but it happens, usually to the one that is least able to fend for himself.
by Lee Juslin
Diamond, at eight years old, found herself in the very busy, noisy, and crowded New York City Animal Shelter when her elderly owner became sick and could no longer care for her.
by Lee Juslin
Jarret is either a Schnauzer mix or, what dog people call, a natural Schnauzer, because his ears have not been docked and are floppy. The tail, however, has been docked. At about three years old, Jarret has been with NY/NJ Scottie rescue for one year. He was pulled from a New York City shelter that determined he was a Scottie so they called NY/NJ Scottie Rescue.
by Lee Juslin
When Calamity Jane (CJ) was picked up by an area shelter, her coat was very overgrown, but the shelter staff was sure she was at least part Cairn. They contacted Col. Potter Cairn Rescue Network and sent pictures of the little shaggy girl. Looking at the photos, CP volunteers also thought she was a Cairn mix and made arrangements to take her.
by Lee Juslin
Broderick had been on the mean streets for a while when he was picked up and sent to a local shelter. That’s where Col Potter Cairn Terrier Rescue found him just hours before he was to be put down.
by Maria Ruiz
“He’s gone! Oh my God.” I yelled as I looked at the open gate. My little, eight year old dog had left small muddy paw prints on the sidewalk.
by Maria Ruiz
“Oh my God, what’s that?” I yelled, as the cab of the motor home filled with steam.
“Oh f…” answered my husband, as our motor home came to an abrupt stop, landing on a slant in the middle of nowhere!
We had entered Guatemala thirty five days ago with a thirty day visa. On day twenty-four, we visited a market several miles from Antigua where we were camping.
