Animal Rescue 911

Our home is becoming known as the animal shelter around these parts. All family and friends know that whenever they find a homeless or orphaned creature they can call us. We usually have an extra pen and lots of loving arms to accept just about anything. This all started many years ago when Brad, now 17 years old, wanted to work with animals for his vocation when he grew up. At that time, we lived in a very confining neighborhood so his love for animals was limited. However, since we have moved out in the country things have really changed for him and his passion has spread to the two younger sons. We have raised countless abandoned squirrels, snakes (against their will), opossums, raccoons, dogs, cats, rats, pot-bellied pig, the list goes on and on. I thank the Lord that my boys have a love and respect for God's creation. They have learned so very much about the different animals, insects, and reptiles that He created. We have various resource books with wonderful pictures and information. The pages of many books are worn down by curious fingers searching how to feed or house a particular pet they captured/rescued. This is home schooling at its best!

Over the holidays, we have opened our home and hearts to two more needy pets. On his way home from church one night after dark, Monroe saw a man on the highway near our house. He was pointing to the ditch on the side of the road and was very excited. My sweet hubby stopped to see if he needed help and found that his dog had been hit by a car. There was a language barrier so Monroe wasn't sure he understood the gentleman. After making a phone call to a friend that speaks Spanish, Monroe was able to understand that the man had given his dog to a friend that didn't take care of the animal and had let the dog run lose. That was how the dog got hit. The man wasn't able to care for his pet and asked Monroe if he would take the dog. Of course you know what his answer was! So, we now have a bull dog mix puppy that the boys named Otis. He is a cutie. He is recovering just fine from the accident. No broken bones just a badly bruised hip. I suggested the name "Lucky"! ; )

On Christmas Eve we received a phone call from some dear friends. There was a stray baby goat roaming in their neighbor's yard. They also live out in the country but the owners of the goat neglected it and pretty much didn't care if it lived or died. We learned that the mother died giving birth to this lovable little doe. That is all we know about her. I have no idea exactly how old she is. We are bottle feeding her. We appropriately named her Eve.

I don't know what animal the Lord has for us to shelter in the future but as long as we have the means to feed and shelter it we will say "Yes!"