Hi all,
Yesterday I met with Denise at a local Starbucks at 3:30. We didn't have much time to talk, but I got some good info. She pointed out that it was a lot of hard work to start a shelter, a lot more than you would think. That was one of my original ideas (opening a shelter), and she said that it was unrealistic, which I can understand why.
We talked about why she opened her own shelter. She was volunteering at another shelter, they were treating her very poorly. She decided to start a rescue out of her home, and when she applied for a grant. Now she is at Brother Wolf, running her own shelter and boarding shelter.
She told me about how she had to put down the first dog in 4 years. It was Cooper, a pit bull mix. He had been at Brother Wolf for too long and was literally going mad. He was barking and jumping at the door of the cage. The employees had to use blankets to cover their cage door, roof, and sides so he couldn't see the other dogs. I never noticed, but every time I went to volunteer, he kept barking louder and he kept jumping more. They put him down the day after I was there.
Madi
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Brother Wolf Blog: We Are Their Voice Post 15
Hi all. Sorry I took so long to post.
Yesterday I visited Brother Wolf and helped load dogs that are being moved up to a shelter in New Hampshire because there are not as many dogs up there. It was roughly 35 degrees out with a 100% chance of freezing. There were employees out that had no jackets are were holding shivering dogs to keep their body temperatures up and there were people coming in and out of the building hauling crates and excited puppies.
I was there mostly to fill water dishes, get band aids (one guy needed one, I don't know what happened) and do what they needed, such as grabbing extra blankets. Once I held a puppy until it needed to go into the cage. He was squirmy and kinda hard to hold, but he was cute. His name was Freeway and he was adorable! His cage was on the bottom and it was hard to get him in. I had to give Freeway to another person so they could get him in. They used a big van and they packed the crates to the roof of the car. It was packed, there was even one on the front seat. I tried to stick my finger through the cage because it was shaking and I wanted to comfort it, but it sniffed my finger and turned away. So much for that.
I will write more another time when I don't have so much homework, but I will get to what is important! Promise!
Madi
Yesterday I visited Brother Wolf and helped load dogs that are being moved up to a shelter in New Hampshire because there are not as many dogs up there. It was roughly 35 degrees out with a 100% chance of freezing. There were employees out that had no jackets are were holding shivering dogs to keep their body temperatures up and there were people coming in and out of the building hauling crates and excited puppies.
I was there mostly to fill water dishes, get band aids (one guy needed one, I don't know what happened) and do what they needed, such as grabbing extra blankets. Once I held a puppy until it needed to go into the cage. He was squirmy and kinda hard to hold, but he was cute. His name was Freeway and he was adorable! His cage was on the bottom and it was hard to get him in. I had to give Freeway to another person so they could get him in. They used a big van and they packed the crates to the roof of the car. It was packed, there was even one on the front seat. I tried to stick my finger through the cage because it was shaking and I wanted to comfort it, but it sniffed my finger and turned away. So much for that.
I will write more another time when I don't have so much homework, but I will get to what is important! Promise!
Madi
Monday, November 29, 2010
Blog: Brother Wolf
Hi all,
This one is not going to be a split blog like the last one, but the next one will almost definitely be split because there is so much to talk about.
Last week when I went to Brother Wolf, I saw so many cages in the room where the dogs were up for adoption that had signs that said "boarding". There wasn't enough room in the boarding area, so they had to put dogs in the other room. I saw a dog named Snoop (Dog), who was adopted but was back to be boarded. There were also a lot of puppies, which from experience get adopted fast. There were also a lot of older dogs there, which I think is so sad. If an older dog is in a shelter, it is less likely to be adopted so they can live the rest of their lives out in a happy place.
This one is not going to be a split blog like the last one, but the next one will almost definitely be split because there is so much to talk about.
Last week when I went to Brother Wolf, I saw so many cages in the room where the dogs were up for adoption that had signs that said "boarding". There wasn't enough room in the boarding area, so they had to put dogs in the other room. I saw a dog named Snoop (Dog), who was adopted but was back to be boarded. There were also a lot of puppies, which from experience get adopted fast. There were also a lot of older dogs there, which I think is so sad. If an older dog is in a shelter, it is less likely to be adopted so they can live the rest of their lives out in a happy place.
On a happy note, Ozzy has been adopted! When I went to BWAR the week before, they were closed for staff training, and that was the week he should have been back if the family didn't want to adopt him. I am so happy for him. He is a good dog and deserves a loving home, which I hope he now has.
I have run out of words, and it's kind of late. There will be more the next blog, I'm going to BWAR this Wednesday, so I will blog afterward.
Madi
I have run out of words, and it's kind of late. There will be more the next blog, I'm going to BWAR this Wednesday, so I will blog afterward.
Madi
Monday, November 15, 2010
Split Blog: Bolt/Brother Wolf
Hi all.
This blog is going to be a bit different. I need to catch up with current events, but I also want to talk about the dog, Bolt, that I talked about in the previous blog.
Part 1: Bolt
Bolt, the dog with a black back and golden eyebrows and paws, kept coming back. Even though we have an electric fence to keep our dog in our yard, she kept running off with Bolt, sometimes returning covered in cow manure and mud. It got a little annoying because he kept coming back about two times a week. Finally, we caught him and brought him back to his family. They were a family living in a small house with a few children, a cat, and a large-ish yard. There was a tree out back in the middle of the semi-sloped yard with a long rope tied to it. I didn't get a chance to get a closer look, but the young owner of Bolt translated what his mother was saying (she didn't speak much English), and she said that they kept him tied up out back during the day.
I would like to point out that the family is not technically in Asheville, so the law that it is illegal to chain a dog up is not enforced on them.
Apparently the chain was not good enough because he came back two days later. He stayed for the entire day. I have pictures, but I'm not sure how to put them on here.
Part 2: Brother Wolf
Finally, my mom has been able to get me down to Brother Wolf. I have been two times, and I went to a fundraiser for them a couple weeks ago in Biltmore Square, for those of you who are familiar with the Asheville area. There were a few dogs there, but I didn't get to really look into it. My dad, sister, and I went to the movies next to the fundraiser. I know of one other fundraiser that was in Gerber Village, and a "dog show" in Kenilworth.
When I visited at Brother Wolf last week, I noticed that Ozzy wasn't there. The week earlier, he was in a different cage, but he wasn't there altogether. When I asked someone who worked there, they said that Ozzy was on a home-stay, I believe was the term. It means that a family took him home to see if they wanted to adopt him. I was excited, because he was a sweet dog, but I would miss him. Sam, a black lab and basset hound mix who had been there a while was also gone. I'm going to miss them, but I am glad that they found good homes.
Madi
This blog is going to be a bit different. I need to catch up with current events, but I also want to talk about the dog, Bolt, that I talked about in the previous blog.
Part 1: Bolt
Bolt, the dog with a black back and golden eyebrows and paws, kept coming back. Even though we have an electric fence to keep our dog in our yard, she kept running off with Bolt, sometimes returning covered in cow manure and mud. It got a little annoying because he kept coming back about two times a week. Finally, we caught him and brought him back to his family. They were a family living in a small house with a few children, a cat, and a large-ish yard. There was a tree out back in the middle of the semi-sloped yard with a long rope tied to it. I didn't get a chance to get a closer look, but the young owner of Bolt translated what his mother was saying (she didn't speak much English), and she said that they kept him tied up out back during the day.
I would like to point out that the family is not technically in Asheville, so the law that it is illegal to chain a dog up is not enforced on them.
Apparently the chain was not good enough because he came back two days later. He stayed for the entire day. I have pictures, but I'm not sure how to put them on here.
Part 2: Brother Wolf
Finally, my mom has been able to get me down to Brother Wolf. I have been two times, and I went to a fundraiser for them a couple weeks ago in Biltmore Square, for those of you who are familiar with the Asheville area. There were a few dogs there, but I didn't get to really look into it. My dad, sister, and I went to the movies next to the fundraiser. I know of one other fundraiser that was in Gerber Village, and a "dog show" in Kenilworth.
When I visited at Brother Wolf last week, I noticed that Ozzy wasn't there. The week earlier, he was in a different cage, but he wasn't there altogether. When I asked someone who worked there, they said that Ozzy was on a home-stay, I believe was the term. It means that a family took him home to see if they wanted to adopt him. I was excited, because he was a sweet dog, but I would miss him. Sam, a black lab and basset hound mix who had been there a while was also gone. I'm going to miss them, but I am glad that they found good homes.
Madi
Sunday, October 31, 2010
We Are Their Voice: Blog 10
Early September:
Hi all, sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been very busy.
There has been one dog, a little smaller than my dog, a golden retriever/German Sheppard/Chow/anything mix, and he looks somewhat like her. He has black on his back, golden on his paws and eyebrows. He also has a long tail and huge ears, bigger than my dogs'. He keeps coming back. Just the other day, he came back and stayed on our porch for an entire day. He kept coming back so much that my mother tried to find out where he lived. After searching the neighborhoods around ours, my mother caught him and tied a note to his collar (which has no tags).
The next day, we got a call from the owners of Bolt. They are a family that lives about a fourth of a mile away through woods and over hills, AND the family lives on a very busy road. They keep him chained up all day and he can very easily break free. Apparently, he likes playing with Simone because he comes back almost two times every week. I like him, and I think my dad does too ... but he won't admit it He doesn't want another dog yet.
I hope that his family is being good to him.
Madi
Hi all, sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been very busy.
There has been one dog, a little smaller than my dog, a golden retriever/German Sheppard/Chow/anything mix, and he looks somewhat like her. He has black on his back, golden on his paws and eyebrows. He also has a long tail and huge ears, bigger than my dogs'. He keeps coming back. Just the other day, he came back and stayed on our porch for an entire day. He kept coming back so much that my mother tried to find out where he lived. After searching the neighborhoods around ours, my mother caught him and tied a note to his collar (which has no tags).
The next day, we got a call from the owners of Bolt. They are a family that lives about a fourth of a mile away through woods and over hills, AND the family lives on a very busy road. They keep him chained up all day and he can very easily break free. Apparently, he likes playing with Simone because he comes back almost two times every week. I like him, and I think my dad does too ... but he won't admit it He doesn't want another dog yet.
I hope that his family is being good to him.
Madi
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Post 9: We Are Their Voice
Hi all.
I have been visiting Brother Wolf for the past few weeks on Wednesdays. My mom drops me off at 9:30 and I work until 4:30 or 5:00. There are so many new puppies for me to play with, but at the same time, it is so sad to know that most of them have been at the shelter for a good part of their lives. I love them all so much and want to take all of them home with me. Of course, I can't do that. :'(
One thing that struck me about Brother Wolf is when I walked around looking at the signs on the doors, a lot of them said 'abandoned' or 'given up'. As I was talking with my mom later on, she said that maybe people give up their dogs because they cannot control them. Dogs are harder to train at a later age. I thought that maybe if people could train their dogs, there would be less animals at the shelters.
If I were to start a training group and were to charge for it, the money would go towards Brother Wolf. If you have any other suggestions, please comment.
Thanks, Madi
I have been visiting Brother Wolf for the past few weeks on Wednesdays. My mom drops me off at 9:30 and I work until 4:30 or 5:00. There are so many new puppies for me to play with, but at the same time, it is so sad to know that most of them have been at the shelter for a good part of their lives. I love them all so much and want to take all of them home with me. Of course, I can't do that. :'(
One thing that struck me about Brother Wolf is when I walked around looking at the signs on the doors, a lot of them said 'abandoned' or 'given up'. As I was talking with my mom later on, she said that maybe people give up their dogs because they cannot control them. Dogs are harder to train at a later age. I thought that maybe if people could train their dogs, there would be less animals at the shelters.
If I were to start a training group and were to charge for it, the money would go towards Brother Wolf. If you have any other suggestions, please comment.
Thanks, Madi
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Post 8: We Are Their Voice
Hi all. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. EOG's have thrown me off majorly.
I volunteered last Monday at Brother Wolf. I mostly played with the puppies, keeping them apart while they ate so they didn't get into one another's food and start fighting. That kind of stuff. It was fun.
The day before, though, I went over to a friends house with my family. My friend and I were on YouTube, and he showed me a video of a man yelling at his cats. He was cursing them and they were running in terror. THAT COULD BE CONSIDERED ANIMAL ABUSE.
My blog is all about caring for your pets well and stopping animal abuse. The man yelling at his cats was scaring them beyond belief. THAT WAS NOT PROPER PET/OWNER RELATIONSHIP. He may have only done it for the video, but it was still WRONG.
I have decided to shift my focus to stopping animal abuse to proper pet guardianship. The idea is more positive and it is more likely to educate people. The goal is also more realistic. I may never really stop animal abuse, but I can help understand how to properly care for a pet.
That's all for now.
Madi
I volunteered last Monday at Brother Wolf. I mostly played with the puppies, keeping them apart while they ate so they didn't get into one another's food and start fighting. That kind of stuff. It was fun.
The day before, though, I went over to a friends house with my family. My friend and I were on YouTube, and he showed me a video of a man yelling at his cats. He was cursing them and they were running in terror. THAT COULD BE CONSIDERED ANIMAL ABUSE.
My blog is all about caring for your pets well and stopping animal abuse. The man yelling at his cats was scaring them beyond belief. THAT WAS NOT PROPER PET/OWNER RELATIONSHIP. He may have only done it for the video, but it was still WRONG.
I have decided to shift my focus to stopping animal abuse to proper pet guardianship. The idea is more positive and it is more likely to educate people. The goal is also more realistic. I may never really stop animal abuse, but I can help understand how to properly care for a pet.
That's all for now.
Madi
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Post 7: We Are Their Voice
Hi.
I didn't volunteer yesterday. Something else happened. . .
My wolf/husky mix, Crystal, got put down yesterday. She had bronchitis and her heart was very weak. My mom told me she would go to the vet after dinner. I was so sad because my mom said that I couldn't go. I brought my camera to film her talking (she used to talk to us. . . she always had something to say). I was carpooling with my friends, the Hymans. As usual, Simone was going nuts, but Crystal was nowhere in sight. When Morgan asked, Mom simply said, "She's gone." Morgan started crying, then I started crying, then Noah (my grade) and Josh (3rd grade), our carpools, came in to see if we were all right. . . as if I wasn't embarrassed enough. Their Dad quickly shooed them away and he apologized for our loss and left. . . I know it sounds rude, but he wanted to give us some time.
I never got to say goodbye. I had counted on the fact that she was going after dinner, so I could spend more time with her. I didn't get the email from my mom that said that Dr. Joe, our preferred veterinarian, could see her at 4:30 pm.
This one's for you, Crystal. I'll never forget you. I love you, and here's the goodbye that I never got to give you.
Madi Moser
I didn't volunteer yesterday. Something else happened. . .
My wolf/husky mix, Crystal, got put down yesterday. She had bronchitis and her heart was very weak. My mom told me she would go to the vet after dinner. I was so sad because my mom said that I couldn't go. I brought my camera to film her talking (she used to talk to us. . . she always had something to say). I was carpooling with my friends, the Hymans. As usual, Simone was going nuts, but Crystal was nowhere in sight. When Morgan asked, Mom simply said, "She's gone." Morgan started crying, then I started crying, then Noah (my grade) and Josh (3rd grade), our carpools, came in to see if we were all right. . . as if I wasn't embarrassed enough. Their Dad quickly shooed them away and he apologized for our loss and left. . . I know it sounds rude, but he wanted to give us some time.
I never got to say goodbye. I had counted on the fact that she was going after dinner, so I could spend more time with her. I didn't get the email from my mom that said that Dr. Joe, our preferred veterinarian, could see her at 4:30 pm.
This one's for you, Crystal. I'll never forget you. I love you, and here's the goodbye that I never got to give you.
Madi Moser
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Post 6: We Are Their Voice
Hi all,
Sorry I haven't posted yet. I went canoeing with my 7th grade class from Tuesday to Friday and I had something on Saturday.
I volunteered on Monday at Brother Wolf. There was a sickness going around, mainly in the puppies. I watered the dogs over and over again, then socialized the cats. . . sorry to all cat lovers, but those cats were mean! Other than that, there wasn't much to do.
A story from camping: While my class was waiting for dinner, we were playing near the river and field. All of the sudden, a beautiful brown lab SWAM across the river (it was pretty wide). We played for about an hour with her, throwing the stick. She never sat still, and all she wanted to do was fetch; "play, play, play, play, play!" She followed us on a hike, and after we went to bed, at 5:30 am, I woke up to one of my tent mates saying, "Go AWAY!" as softly as she could. The dog had gotten into our tent and slept with us! Eventually our teacher came and got the dog to go away, but not before giving us a strike.
My mom called the vet today. . . not for a happy thing. My dog, Crystal, is an approximately 9 year old wolf and husky mix. We took her from our cousins who moved to Germany last June. They said she was about 6, but we all know that she's older than that. Crystal has bronchitis and congested heart failure. She's not been doing well, and we decided that it was her time. My sister wants to go, and I think she's too young, but of course my parents disagree. I love dogs, but I have seen too many die. First my "guardian angel" Maestro (brain tumor), then my mothers' first dog Hannah (bronchitis and enlarged heart). Mom was heartbroken when Hannah died at the vets; she had her before her oldest, me, was born. Buddy (cancer) was next. Buddy was my dog, and I went to the vet with him, and he died in my arms. I want to go to the vet with Crystal, but I'm not ready for another dog to go. We had her for less than a year, and it wouldn't be the same without her.
Pets come and go, but they'll always be in our hearts. That's why I want to help at Brother Wolf; to help a dog live a better life.
Madi Moser
P.S. Ozzy is still at Brother Wolf!
Sorry I haven't posted yet. I went canoeing with my 7th grade class from Tuesday to Friday and I had something on Saturday.
I volunteered on Monday at Brother Wolf. There was a sickness going around, mainly in the puppies. I watered the dogs over and over again, then socialized the cats. . . sorry to all cat lovers, but those cats were mean! Other than that, there wasn't much to do.
A story from camping: While my class was waiting for dinner, we were playing near the river and field. All of the sudden, a beautiful brown lab SWAM across the river (it was pretty wide). We played for about an hour with her, throwing the stick. She never sat still, and all she wanted to do was fetch; "play, play, play, play, play!" She followed us on a hike, and after we went to bed, at 5:30 am, I woke up to one of my tent mates saying, "Go AWAY!" as softly as she could. The dog had gotten into our tent and slept with us! Eventually our teacher came and got the dog to go away, but not before giving us a strike.
My mom called the vet today. . . not for a happy thing. My dog, Crystal, is an approximately 9 year old wolf and husky mix. We took her from our cousins who moved to Germany last June. They said she was about 6, but we all know that she's older than that. Crystal has bronchitis and congested heart failure. She's not been doing well, and we decided that it was her time. My sister wants to go, and I think she's too young, but of course my parents disagree. I love dogs, but I have seen too many die. First my "guardian angel" Maestro (brain tumor), then my mothers' first dog Hannah (bronchitis and enlarged heart). Mom was heartbroken when Hannah died at the vets; she had her before her oldest, me, was born. Buddy (cancer) was next. Buddy was my dog, and I went to the vet with him, and he died in my arms. I want to go to the vet with Crystal, but I'm not ready for another dog to go. We had her for less than a year, and it wouldn't be the same without her.
Pets come and go, but they'll always be in our hearts. That's why I want to help at Brother Wolf; to help a dog live a better life.
Madi Moser
P.S. Ozzy is still at Brother Wolf!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Post 5: We Are Their Voice
Hi all,
Unfortunately, I was driving home from Virginia yesterday, so I didn't get to volunteer at Brother Wolf, although I did see something in the mall.
While I was recovering from the panic attack I had while getting my ears pierced, my cousins saw a stand that was selling baby sugar bears. Sugar bears are little marsupials that look like baby squirrels that live in trees. They can grow to be about 6 inches long and weigh approximately 4-6 ounces. Sugar bears have skin in between their ankles and wrists, and when spread, they can float on the air and jump from tree to tree.
What angered me was that the poor sugar bears looked barely old enough to be out of their mothers' pouches, and they were being sold as "pocket pets". Being marsupials, if you have a pocket in your shirt, they would snuggle down in and feel more at home with the sound of your heart. Even so, they are being captured from their native rain forest and being sold as pets. Sugar bears only have 2 babies a year, and those offspring are being taken and sold.
These cute creatures may woo you, but ALWAYS look deeper. Think into it before you buy one, because what people tell you may just be the tip of the iceberg.
Madi Moser
Unfortunately, I was driving home from Virginia yesterday, so I didn't get to volunteer at Brother Wolf, although I did see something in the mall.
While I was recovering from the panic attack I had while getting my ears pierced, my cousins saw a stand that was selling baby sugar bears. Sugar bears are little marsupials that look like baby squirrels that live in trees. They can grow to be about 6 inches long and weigh approximately 4-6 ounces. Sugar bears have skin in between their ankles and wrists, and when spread, they can float on the air and jump from tree to tree.
What angered me was that the poor sugar bears looked barely old enough to be out of their mothers' pouches, and they were being sold as "pocket pets". Being marsupials, if you have a pocket in your shirt, they would snuggle down in and feel more at home with the sound of your heart. Even so, they are being captured from their native rain forest and being sold as pets. Sugar bears only have 2 babies a year, and those offspring are being taken and sold.
These cute creatures may woo you, but ALWAYS look deeper. Think into it before you buy one, because what people tell you may just be the tip of the iceberg.
Madi Moser
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Post 4: We Are Their Voice
I volunteered yesterday and I met Denise, my mentor for the first time. I mostly helped socialize the puppies. Basically, I just went around into the puppies cages and played with them. Only after it was too late did I realize that I would need to wear jeans and a heavy long-sleeve shirt; I got a jagged scrape that just barely broke the skin, scratches all up and down both my arms and legs AND back. Puppies have really sharp claws!
One thing that really pleased me was that as I was walking around filling water bowls, I heard Denise say to one of her employees that one of the dogs had been adopted. Also, there was a sign on a puppies door that one had been adopted on the 15th. The dogs were adorable, so it wouldn't be hard to say no.
Madi Moser
One thing that really pleased me was that as I was walking around filling water bowls, I heard Denise say to one of her employees that one of the dogs had been adopted. Also, there was a sign on a puppies door that one had been adopted on the 15th. The dogs were adorable, so it wouldn't be hard to say no.
Madi Moser
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Post 3: We Are Their Voice
Hi all! Unfortunately, I couldn't volunteer yesterday because my parents couldn't get off of work in time. As anxious and upset as I was to not be able to go, it all worked out fine. Sorry I don't have more to blog about!
Madi Moser
Madi Moser
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Post 2: We Are Their Voice
I volunteered for the first time this past Monday at Brother Wolf! I cannot believe the number of animals that were at the shelter! I'm only working with dogs, but I saw a lot of cats, too. All of the dogs had different stories, and a lot of them were really sad.
Ozzie: Ozzy is a 3 years old lab mix. After being adopted by a nice family, the owners then decided that they weren't ready to care for a dog. The owners then dumped poor Ozzy at a shelter in Charlotte, NC. Because Brother Wolf microchips all of their animals, the shelter traced Ozzy back to them. Ozzy is very "depressed" and spends most of his time lying on his bed.
Of all the dogs, Ozzy broke mine and my mothers' hearts. He looked up at us with his round and pleading eyes that make you want to cry. The way he looked, he could be thinking that no one would ever want him. Thinking that he had found his "forever-home", only to be dumped at a shelter. I looked at him and said, "If I could, I would take you home in a heartbeat." Of course, I want to take all of the animals home, but I wouldn't be able to do that. I already have 2 elderly dogs, and my father says "NO more!". Denise, the founder of Brother Wolf, said that there would be different dogs at the shelter every week. I don't know how long he's been there, but I personally don't think Ozzy will be leaving any time soon because he just looked so depressed that he didn't come across as a fun and loving dog. He just needs someone to care for him.
For more information about Ozzy: http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/15573612?rvp=1%3f
Madi Moser
Ozzie: Ozzy is a 3 years old lab mix. After being adopted by a nice family, the owners then decided that they weren't ready to care for a dog. The owners then dumped poor Ozzy at a shelter in Charlotte, NC. Because Brother Wolf microchips all of their animals, the shelter traced Ozzy back to them. Ozzy is very "depressed" and spends most of his time lying on his bed.
Of all the dogs, Ozzy broke mine and my mothers' hearts. He looked up at us with his round and pleading eyes that make you want to cry. The way he looked, he could be thinking that no one would ever want him. Thinking that he had found his "forever-home", only to be dumped at a shelter. I looked at him and said, "If I could, I would take you home in a heartbeat." Of course, I want to take all of the animals home, but I wouldn't be able to do that. I already have 2 elderly dogs, and my father says "NO more!". Denise, the founder of Brother Wolf, said that there would be different dogs at the shelter every week. I don't know how long he's been there, but I personally don't think Ozzy will be leaving any time soon because he just looked so depressed that he didn't come across as a fun and loving dog. He just needs someone to care for him.
For more information about Ozzy: http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/15573612?rvp=1%3f
Madi Moser
Friday, April 2, 2010
Post 1: We Are Their Voice
My name is Madi Moser. I am in 7th grade, and in school, there is a program called LEADER where the student choose a service project to carry out; I chose animal abuse, mostly because I love animals. I am mainly focusing on dogs. For my service project, I am going to help at a local animal shelter (Brother Wolf/Pet Soup) and then blog about what my experiences (i.e. the dogs' stories, conditions, etc.). I am then going to carry this project out through high school as the service project that is required, which gets me a head start. I named my post after a flier that I got at Brother Wolf. I am REALLY exited to start volunteering, and I finally get to blog (I know nothing about blogging, just so everyone knows).
Madi Moser
Madi Moser
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