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Business in a Perfect World

Tuesday, January 17th, 2012

In a Perfect World all of our furry domesticated friends, such as dogs and cats, would all have a loving family, a full belly, veterinary care, and a home.  But we do not live in a perfect world – far from it actually. 

Animal Rescue is almost a thankless job.  It is overwhelmingly positive each time an animal finds their “furever” home.  Yet at the same time it is just plain overwhelming to get through each day in this “business”. 

Although we are a charity – and animals are our “business” – we experience many expenses that any business might have.  There is insurance that has to be paid for, maybe even rent.  The phone bill, water bill, electricity, and internet all have to be paid for – as does heat and air-conditioning.  How about paying for shelter upkeep – new roof, hot water heater, fencing…  We also need supplies in order to carry-out our work – bleach, paper towels, mops, sponges, pens, paper, binders – not to mention computers, copiers, and printers…

Then we have the very specific needs when it comes to “supplies” for animal rescue – cages, dog beds, traps, cat toys, transportation, kitty litter, dog food, leashes, shampoo, carriers, scratching posts, collars, towels, blankets, litter pans, nail trimmers, brushes, dog coats, water bowls, veterinary bills – surgeries, vaccinations, lab tests, exams, x-rays, medication… 

We rely heavily on our supporters – volunteers and donors.  After all – in the absence of either of these groups – we would not be able to even exist much less carry out the work that we do.  Again we are a charity – a not-for-profit.  We don’t sell coffee, or trade your stocks, clean your pool, manufacture clothing, or park your car.  All we can really offer is a second chance for a dog or a cat.  That is “our business”.

With this “business” comes great joy, of course.  It also brings daily heartbreak since there is an endless number of animals that are in need – many of which we are not able to help.  EVERY DAY both of our locations get at least 100 requests for help – someone just found a cat, a neighbor is abusing their dog, they can no longer afford medical care for their cat, their mother just died and she had three dogs, a cat was just hit by a car, a wonderful dog is set to be euthanized at a kill shelter, they just found a bunch of kittens…  very sadly, the requests are infinite.  The help we are able to provide is, very sadly, relatively limited.           

In a Semi-Perfect World dogs and cats would have the law on their side, veterinary care would be free to all, and our shelter would be so huge that we would have a space for every single animal that needed our help – oh, and kibble would rain from the sky.  But again – that is not reality. 

We are a no-kill shelter.  Even Kill-Shelters have their own issues with over-crowding where even they cannot take in every animal that they may come across.  But with that type of shelter – new space is created to take in more animals on a daily basis.  They do this by euthanizing those dogs and cats that may have any type of medical condition, be a bit older, may be a bit less trusting due to years of abuse – and any dog or cat who has not been adopted in the three days they have been at the shelter – maybe in a week – maybe they give them up to a month sometimes.           

Again – Bobbi and the Strays IS A NO-KILL SHELTER. That means that once an animal comes into our care – they are in our care until they get adopted – sometimes for years – sometimes for life.  We have a set amount of space and resources for dogs and cats – and space cannot be freed or created to take in a new dog or cat until one actually gets adopted. 

We also may literally be a last chance for a dog who is otherwise very healthy but needs a simple surgery or a cat who simply needs daily medication.  We also get more than our fair share of animals that have been through years of abuse – ranging from simply being ignored their whole life, surviving on the rough streets of New York, used in dog-fighting, or are very sick because their medical condition was never properly treated – or much worse abuse.  These dogs and cats require extra care, funds, and attention and because of that may take even longer to be adopted. 

We do what we can.  To some – well, they know it is a lot.  To others – it may not seem like enough.  We understand someone’s frustration when they are only trying to help a stray they found or an animal they can no longer afford to keep.  We have all been there ourselves.  While one person may be trying to help one animal one day we, as an organization, are experiencing that frustration multiplied many times over on an every-day basis as we try to help as many animals as we can. 

While many people join us in celebrating our joy and happy tears when one of our wards is adopted into a loving home, it is disheartening when a few do not understand our frustrations, sadness, expenses, legal limits, and space restrictions…  They may scream at us and call us names, bad mouth us, and try to get others to stop volunteering for us or donating to our cause.  This is especially heartbreaking since it only further hurts the very dogs and cats they would like us to help as well as the animals that are already in our care.

We help as many animals that we are able to with the limited resources we have.  All we can do is try to remain positive and push through another day and then another and another.  The intelligent and beautiful dogs and cats that we open our hearts to keep us concentrated on our purpose – to find them loving homes for life.  So we keep pushing forward in a world that always seems to push back.  Ah – “business” in a world far from perfect…

Sundays at Freeport

Tuesday, December 20th, 2011

Story submitted by Melissa Burgos, a Bobbi and the Strays volunteer.

I had not known Laura that long but knew she was an awesome person.   It was a Sunday afternoon, I had called her just to say hi and see how she was doing.  She said not that well.  Bobbi was at the hospital, Sonia had an injury, and she was short staffed.  She asked if there was any way I could come up to help out. I told her of course.

I took a drive up to Bobbi and the Strays Freeport location…love at first sight.  Although it was a stressful day do to the inconvenient circumstances, the atmosphere of the place was quite lovely.  I met so many wonderful volunteers who pulled together to make the day run smoothly.  The team effort and the brisk fresh air were amazing. I felt like I was home.  I was not working at the time and began to help Laura out a lot more…we instantly became best of friends.  Sharing the same passions and taste for music. =)

By the next “Sunday at Freeport” Bobbi was back and I had the pleasure of meeting her in person.  For the past few months she has made a difference and become an important part of my life.  Her dedication and passion for helping animals is sincere and her interactions with people is genuine…someone you can really count on.

Bobbi and the Strays differs from other rescue groups in indescribable ways, only understood by observation.   Bobbi, Laura, and the organization as a whole manage to always get things done and never ask anyone to do something they will not do themselves. They are life savers to animals as well as people.

Take a Penny, Give a Penny

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011
Story submitted by Emily Gilbert, a Bobbi and the Strays volunteer.
Penny was a used as a “bait” dog in illegal dog fighting. Most people know what this is. If you do not – the bait dog is usually chained, muzzled, and/or confined in some way so that another dog (the fighting dog) can attack it freely for what some cruel people deem as “sport”. Sometimes the bait dog will be used as a kind of prop in order to train a fighting dog to become even more aggressive during an actual dog fighting match.
Penny was seized by police during a dog-fighting raid and sadly, soon found herself on the euthanasia list at NYC’s Animal Care and Control – not that she hadn’t already been through enough. (At least her “owner” went to jail for animal cruelty.)
Luckily, Bobbi and the Strays pulled her from the ACC and gave her a second chance. While Penny did not bear physical scars, her emotional scars were very much apparent. She was extremely timid, yet sweet – never aggressive! She would cower in her cage seemingly afraid of the entire world. It always took her time to come out of her shell for newer people or newer places – but once she did she was all kisses and love. Being so shy for new people – she was repeatedly overlooked by potential adopters. Poor Penny went two years at the shelter without any interest.

Penny at an adoption event

When I met her, I knew immediately that she was special and just needed a patient person to draw out her personality and make her feel safe. 

Penny meeting some children at an adoption event

Six years prior to that my family had put our dachshund of 17 years to sleep. My mother said that she could never go through that again and swore she would never have another dog because of it. But recently she had started talking about possibly adopting a dog. When she said this I told her that she had to drive up to New York and meet Penny.
She and my stepfather drove from Baltimore and sat in Penny’s run with her for an hour, earning her trust. They threw tennis balls for her to fetch and patiently waited until she felt comfortable enough to come near them. By the end of the hour they were able to take her for a walk and then she jumped into the back of my car and left the shelter for good. My mom and Tom were in love. 

Penny with her new mommy and daddy

That night, just over a year ago, they took Penny back to Baltimore and she’s been with them ever since. She loves to play fetch in the backyard and go for car rides. And she’s taken over their queen-sized bed, in which she spends her afternoons napping. She’s a happy dog. She wiggles her butt and wags her tail with excitement. Every day she’s a little less shy and lets more and more people, things and experiences into her world.

Penny - home at last : - )

As happy as she is, it’s even more amazing to see how happy she’s made my mother and stepfather. We can’t imagine our family without her. She’s proof that an overlooked shelter dog can turn out to be a very special, amazing companion. If Bobbi and the Strays hadn’t given her a chance and cared for her during her long wait for a forever family, our family just wouldn’t be the same.

Summertime in Fur

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

Advice submitted by Debbie Knowles. 

     Last night, as we were coming home, I saw something that worried me. A large-ish, furry Shepherd mix, probably about 50+ lbs was tied to a parking meter on Metropolitan Ave where we live.

     Now, it was about 5:30, but the sun was still shining strongly, and while there was a little shade, it was sparse. The dog, panting, looked hot and tired. The sidewalk looked hot enough that it shone in the late afternoon sun.

     I went and looked in the Deli, in front of where the dog was tied. There were a few people in there. My husband promised that when he came down to the car for the second bunch of groceries, he’d go into the store if the dog was still tied there. Mercifully the dog, and its person, were gone. But I felt for the dog, because dogs don’t wear shoes, and his heavy coat of fur must have been heavy for him in the summer heat.

     In the summer, the inside of a car acts as a greenhouse, and can go from air conditioned cool to almost a hundred in a matter of about 3 minutes. The windows act as heat conductors. Any animals, plants, children left in this make shift oven will suffer from overheating quickly, and could die in a matter of minutes. Nothing alive should be left alone in a car, not even for a minute, unless there is a person sitting there with them with the air conditioner on. You cannot even leave an animal in a car with the windows open in hot Summer heat – animals simply don’t have the ability to sweat as humans do, and a car, even with windows cracked still gets hot as blazes within minutes and the heat can be severe enough to kill them.

     Certain breeds of dogs (and cats) also should have limited time outside in the heat of day as well. Those with short muzzles, longer coats, or lot of – or not much – fur are all at risk in the kind of weather where ‘only ‘mad’ dogs and Englishmen walk about in the noonday sun’. Dogs and cats with little fur can suffer sunburn, and dogs and cats can suffer burns on the pads of their paws regardless of their fur.

Some additional cautions should be taken with animals in the heat of summer such as these pointers.

1) Don’t take your dog for a walk in the heat of the summer days. Follow the ‘Southern Creed’- walk before 8am or after 6pm. If the dog needs to go out in between these times, make the walks brief, take an umbrella to shade yourself and the dog, and walk in the shade, preferably on grassy areas.

     Bring water with you, for yourself and the dog. Many pet stores sell ‘doggie boots’ which will protect dog’s pads from burning pavement. Realize dogs with exposed skin like Chinese Crested and dogs groomed to the skin can suffer sunburn (as can cats such as Rex’s or Sphinx). Make sure that they are protected from direct sun.

2) Never, ever leave your pet, plant, or child in a car. Not under any circumstances, not even for a moment. It is dangerous.

3) Don’t let your dog ride with his head out the car window when driving. The dog can fall, jump, or be injured by anything that could become airborne when tires go over it like small rocks. Also, if another car came to close, it could harm the dog.

4) Walking dogs off a leash is dangerous. Why? When I was 17, I was walking our family dog, who was a very docile, obedient animal and ‘trained’ at my side near Forest Park. I turned to pick up after her, and when I turned back, she was gone. It took all of 3 minutes. Very luckily for me, she was found by a kind lady walking her dog a mile away at the other end of the park, and she called the vet listed on our dogs tag and we got her back.

     She had never done this before, and didn’t again, for she was always leashed after that. Shanna was terrified of fireworks, and she might have heard one in the distance, or a car backfire. But it taught me a lesson – no dog is trained enough to be off leash unless they are in a dog run or fenced yard.

5) I would also advise that on hot days with heat advisory alerts, if you have an air conditioner, keep it on for your pet when you’re away. Our apartment is small, and when the air is off gets very hot, even with a fan. My elderly cat doesn’t like the air on high, but she definitely doesn’t like it too hot. And our Ruffy has asthma, and needs the air on.

     Any animal who has any problems with asthma, or breathing (dogs or cats with pushed in or short snouts, especially) should have air conditioning, or at the very least, be in a dark, shady place with plenty of water available. I think it is better to pay the extra electric than face a medical crisis with your pet.

6) Please don’t leave your dog tied up outside, even if in the shade. This is an invitation to anyone who would steal. You wouldn’t leave your wallet with you ID and credit cards outside the store, would you? Well, how much more important is a member of your family who can’t speak up for themselves.

     I’ve heard that people think their dog won’t go off with anyone else, or that they live in a ‘nice’ neighborhood where ‘that doesn’t happen’. Well, it does happen, all too often, and better to be safe and do your dog walking in one trip, your errands in another than to lose your dog and maybe never see them again.

Summer time can be a great time for everyone, pets included. If we use common sense, our furry family can enjoy it with us and be safe and sound!

Best Cat House In Queens

Wednesday, May 18th, 2011

Story submitted by Debbie Knowles. 

If anyone had ever told me I’d be working at a “Cat House”, I bet I would have shrugged and gone ‘well, not likely.’

Perhaps I should explain. My husband James and I recently started volunteering at Bobbi and the Strays’ ‘Cat House’ in Long Island City.  It’s not what it seems. It’s a small house,that is really a Feline Sanctuary to formerly feral, formerly abandoned, and very much in need cats and 2 small Senior Chihuahuas.

That the Cat House is a special place is hard to deny. It’s a small place, and as you turn 360 degrees, it seems every space is filled with a cat.  Many of the Cats here pre date Bobbi’s taking it over 2 and some years ago. Many of the Volunteers have been here a long time, too. Celia, Lucky, Mary, Donna, Jackie and others whose names escape me at the moment showed us around the small rooms, where cats roost on shelves, curl in corners and bound around us.

King of his Domain - gazing down on us from over the door

It’s enchanting.  It’s also very much in need of work.

We need volunteers who know cats. I mean, KNOW cats, and don’t mind the work that goes into caring for them. The long term volunteers are devoted and work hard, long hours, caring for the cats, for whom they are ‘their babies’. I watch as Celia leans over and pets a timid, frightened cat that’s come out to allow petting, as she weaves around Celias arm, ‘loving on her’ as my husband would say, reveling in the attention. Yet, as I get close, the cat bolts. ‘It takes time.” Celia tells me. “And it takes a lot of patience.”

Because of its location, it seems another world from Atlas Park Mall. Here, the cats roam free through the house, watching you as you descend stairs, tapping your shoulder as you pass, leaping up and climbing the stair grate as you stand, a startled spectator.

While it’s wonderful – a true Sanctuary to cats who may not be considered conventionally ‘adoptable’, the Cat House is an old structure, and we have come to realize that its uniqueness provides some interesting challenges to the volunteers who have to ‘catch cats’ when they need to go to the vet. Watching them, it brings to life the term ‘herding cats’ as out-thinking a nimble feline with many places to hide is in itself a skill, and makes you appreciate the special volunteers who do come together to help the cats!   

Many of the cats here may live out their lives here, and it’s our wish they do so in comfort, with their buddies and with as much affection and care as possible. Others could clearly be adopted, if by a special person. Sweet Callie, a lovely calico, Sunny, who’s a rambunctious and active young guy who craves attention are both charming and wonderful, even if they are FELV+.  (They live in an area dedicated to FELV+ cats).

Benny, the ‘Hemingway cat’ with his many toes, who curls gracefully around as he asks to be petted, and a funny little cross eyed black cat called ‘Criss Cross’ all seem so very adoptable by someone special.

We hope that more volunteers who love cats, and understand that felines live by their own rules, will come to join this ‘tribe of small tigers’ and add their energy to ours, and enjoy the wonders of being adopted by a very large extremely different Clowder.

Callie says hello - waiting for visitors and a home of her own

If you would like to volunteer please contact us at (718) 326-6070 or email volunteer@bobbicares.org.

Bucky

Saturday, February 26th, 2011

I remember the day I first heard about you, I was on the phone with Bobbi and she was worried about you and Ginger…how both of you were found by Michael (the same Mike who found Zeke who is now adopted) in the freezing cold through the winter blizzard. She was worried about how much space we have at the shelter since we were packed…luckily the very next day we got two free cages and Bill and Rose who was helping to take care of you in their home transported you to Vetport.

I remember the first time I saw you, you looked so sad and quiet in your cage…I asked Olua “is he friendly?” as I opened up your cage door and I leashed you and you jumped up to look at me. Boooyyy you loved to jump! lol I remember the first time I put you in the outside run and you jumped the 7 foot fence!! You had so much energy yet you never ever pulled not even if you were interested in playing with another dog. I would have so much slack on the leash, even if I dropped it you would walk right by my side. Sometimes you would look up to me with your “hug me” eyes and jump up on me, my god you were tall! I swear another inch and you would be 5’5 lol but of course I would push you off with a command and you respected it and kept walking but always looked up at me. You and Ginger were inseparable. You would stop dead in your tracks and start crying if you see her from a far. You guys wouldn’t eat if you didn’t eat together or at least see each other.

I remember the first time I noticed something wrong it was Friday morning (2/18/11), at first I thought it was nothing but Kennel Cough so I put you on meds like we normally do.

Saturday morning (2/19/11) the winds were 50mph and freezing, you could barely breathe. I thought it was from the cold wind but I had Christine take you to the vet just to make certain it wasn’t anything worse. You came back with some meds for upper respiratory infection, they did blood work and sent to the lab just in case.

Sunday morning (2/20/11) I was excited because you and Ginger were getting adopted. Michael (who found Bucky and Ginger) came by around 9am to walk you and Ginger (I told him to not walk him for too long because you were sick and on meds). Michael was concerned but I assured him you would be okay a lot of the dogs recover faster at home, so he took you on the walk and came back. You didn’t have the same energy as you did… when I went in your room to check up on you you were laying there in the corner of your cage covered in your own drool, shaking and heavily breathing…I immediately called one of our volunteers Melissa who was going to take Duke to the vet for a dip…But I had to give her Bucky instead.

While all this was going on I called the adopters who were supposed to pick them up today to tell them the bad news about Bucky and see if they would take Ginger until Bucky was feeling better =o( But they really wanted to take both of them at the same time so they said they would wait till Bucky got better. When Melissa came back to the shelter after taking Bucky to the vet her pants were covered in Bucky’s drool =o( The vet did xrays of the lungs and abdomens and a urine sample and kept him for observation. The lungs seemed to be cloudy but nothing that bad to cause such horrible symptoms. They said one side of his heart was slightly larger and one of the veins that pumps blood to the heart was pronounced but don’t know why.

Monday (2/21/11) was a stressful day transporting a kitten that was found on the expressway (whole other story) and dealing with how sick I was over Bucky, but they decided since he started eating a bit he could go back to the shelter so Jose (our night shift supervisor) came that night to pick him up…I was still worried. Couldn’t sleep.

Tuesday morning (2/22/11) I came in to the shelter and you were acting even worse…you didn’t even want to walk. So horribly lethargic. I called Laura (our shelter manager) and she came rushing to take you to the hospital. They put you on fluids because you were dehydrated and wouldn’t eat…They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with you. Dr. W and his team of vets met up was going to meet up Wednesday morning to talk about what they could do for you. Dr Rafael decided to perform a tracheal culture and send it to the lab, but results won’t come until Friday =o(

Wednesday (2/23/11) I get a call from Bobbi saying Bucky is not doing too good and it looks bad they think he has distemper. Me and Jackie (a volunteer) went to go visit him see how he was… Jackie , so sweet, had bought him some toys from Petco and some chicken hoping he might eat something.

When we got there I could not believe my eyes… The same dog who jumps fences as high as 7 feet was laying there with his eyes droopy, banging his head against the cage door and staring into space. I wanted to turn away, my eyes started tearing up…Jackie looking at me as she was leaning over trying to get him to stop shoving his muzzle into the cage door saying “OMG, Sonia why is he doing that, look at his nose it’s all bloody” we were both getting choked up with how horrible he looked. I opened the cage door and he got up one of the vet assistants said “OMG he is standing” like he hasn’t done that in awhile. He wouldn’t even look at us…I don’t even think he knew where he was…

Dr W came in and told us all the symptoms he is having looks like distemper and there seems to be brain damage showing neurological signs and there isn’t a cure. He told us it is 50/50 chance he can either take a turn for the worse or getter better. Before putting him back in his cage he threw up what seemed to be blood.

I was speechless in how fast he got this horrible. As we got back in the car Jackie started crying and all I could think is how the hell could this happen to such an amazing dog. We were all praying through the night that he makes it. I could not sleep nor eat, I stood up all night long to research more about distemper.  Jackie came across a website for this new treatment that is being practiced in the South West called NDV Newcastle Disease Vaccine. I planned on bringing this up to the vet the very next day.

Thursday morning (2/24/11) Bucky has taken the turn for the worse. Tracy (one of our staff/volunteers) visited him at the hospital and called me up crying. I called Dr. Rafael around 4:30pm to talk to him about the NDV, he said he will do some research and to call him back at 6:30pm. When I called him he said he looked over some stuff and said that there are different reviews about the treatment but want’s to learn more and do some more research tonight and give me feedback tomorrow morning… but in Bucky’s case he said it looks like he is not responding to any of the treatments so far and his case is really severe and is suffering. Dr Rafael gave me two options… either we put him in induced coma which will put him in a relaxed sleep so he wont feel any pain and can rest, but it won’t make him heal up any better or faster it will just put him in a numb state temporarily…second option… euthanize him.

I went silent. I took a breath and told him I have to talk to Laura and Bobbi and will call him back. As we made this decision I had to stop and cry and collect myself before I called Dr Rafael back. I told him if it’s possible to put him in coma for tonight so he can rest and we come tomorrow in the morning to say our good byes. He said of course and he would make a comfortable bed for him to rest in tonight so he’ll be extra comfy as he sleeps in peace.

I had to call everyone that knew Bucky to let them know what was happening and if they could make it in the morning to see Bucky for the last time. It was so hard to break this horrible news to everyone but they all knew we did all we can do and it is time for Bucky to finally rest. I called Kristie to call Dan who was supposed to adopt Bucky and Ginger to break the news to him…since I was such a mess as it was I don’t think I could of handled that phone call.

Friday (2/25/11) I knew waking up in the morning from the lack of sleep I had with the major headache from crying all night and the horrible weather, today was going to be an ugly day. I was on the train and out of no where I started crying and everyone staring at me as I tried to hide my face and tears from falling. Laura came to pick me and Olua up from the shelter to go to the vet. There we met up with Bill and Michael who was utterly upset and I felt his pain, he like everyone else was dumbfounded by what happened and how bad it got so fast and there wasn’t anything anybody can do to help him. When they called us in for Bucky we walked silently into the room where he was lying in his cage…everyone automatically broke down crying.

You were lying there sleeping… you looked more relaxed in your coma from when I saw you on Wednesday night. You were still breathing hard and the Dr explained that it’s because of the neurological symptoms, your nerves were damaged and the breathing tube was swollen so it was a struggle for you to take in any breaths. You lost all your weight I can’t believe how much, I just saw skin and bones =o( . Everyone put some gloves on and came to you and gave you some love, an extra belly rub and ear scratchies…Michael was crying saying “You are such a good boy…so good” as he kept petting you, Olua right next to him caressing your belly…saying “everything will be okay now…you’ll meet a lot of nice doggies and people will take care of you up there”

At first I couldn’t go near him I was so traumatized but I ended up putting on some gloves and got the strength to come say bye to you…I put my hand right above your head and started petting you…crying. “I promise we will take such good care of Ginger…I know how much you protected her and loved her…” I whispered softly to you. Everyone still crying trying to stop and pull themselves together as we talked to Dr Rafael. He started explaining distemper and how the symptoms just creep up so fast and sometimes it is too late and there is no real cure for it…especially when they start showing neurological damage it’s basically a death sentence. The NDV treatments haven’t been proven to really work and some vets think its a fluke.

Distemper is so rare in the NYC because usually everyone does the responsible thing and vaccinate their puppies but in Bucky’s case who knows his history and where he has been before us. We had vaccinated him when we got him but he must have been carrying the virus before that.

Everyone prepared themselves as Dr Rafael started to put you into your final sleep where you’ll be over the rainbow bridge and peaceful…where you can jump high fences that you loved so much and there you will have your very own owners who will take care of you and wait for Ginger and finally have a family. Everyone said “I love you Bucky” as he put you to sleep, I also whispered “Ginger loves you” Because she does.

I know you are up there watching over her, as you were her guardian on earth, you are now her angel.

Rest in Peace Bucky

We all love you

Sonia Saakian

Bucky

Tell us Your STORY!

Monday, January 10th, 2011

We are looking for YOU to tell YOUR story on our blog!  So please share your story! 

 We are looking for stories that incorporate Bobbi and the Strays as well as tell your own story.  Here are just a handful of ideas to get you started:

*  a “happy tail” – the adoption of your dog or cat from BATS 

*  your experience as a volunteer with us

*  how we helped reunite you with your lost dog or cat

*  your experience as a foster parent for one of our animals

*  a funny story about Bobbi : – )

*  your experience at one of our events

*  a rescue you were involved with 

 

Now that you have the idea of what types of stories we are looking for – why not submit your story for consideration?  

Please email it to shelter@bobbicares.org.

 

And if you have some great pictures or even a video to go along with your blog entry – we may be able to post them as well.  Please email us for instructions on how to submit video or pictures prior to sending them to us. 

 

Here are just a few stories that were submitted in the past:

A Ruffy Story   

Milo’s Legacy

Why I Volunteer

Meeting Crookshanks 

 

Thank you for your support!

BATS is on Facebook!

Tuesday, July 20th, 2010

Bobbi and the Strays is getting more and more technical and spreading the word through other outlets on-line – besides, of course – our own website – www.BobbiAndTheStrays.org.

We even have our very own Fan Page on Facebook with over 1,200 FANS!  Thank you to our current Fans!  Everyone else – please join us!!!

Join Bobbi and the Strays Fan Page!

We post pictures of the dogs and cats we have available for adoption, photos from our past events, some great volunteer shots and of course pics of our adoptees happy in their new homes.

You can also find out about the latest goings-on too – like our upcoming events, newest rescue animals, contests that you can help us win, and other great info.

Connecting with our other fans can be fun too.  Please feel free to post your own photos, comments, and of course, any ideas on how everyone can help stray dogs and cats.   

Bobbi and the Strays is on Facebook!

Be sure to suggest our page to your friends too!

Pup from Fields of Far Rock

Friday, June 18th, 2010

Story submitted by Heidi Hepler Ramo.

‘Bobbi and the Strays’ help in the Far Rockaway dog project – the countless efforts of so many people, the never-ending stories of rescue and needs – here is a story of success that involved many people and different rescuers coming together to help a roving band of dogs and their puppies.

Dogs in the fields of Far Rockaway. Wandering nomads upon a never ending journey, as they flew across the fields of their ‘home’. The seven or eight adult dogs would come and go from the vast area, but always return.

‘Guardian Angels’ Ramone and his daughter Kim were helping to keep these dogs nurtured with food day after day. The roving band of Far Rockaway canines came to know them and loved their daily meals. Other ‘Guardian Angels’ Rose and Bill, who are ‘Bobbi and the Strays’ volunteers, had heard about this story and helped by bringing food.

 

One Spring day this past April, the gypsy band of dogs reappeared – but this time they came bearing gifts….three (3) different litters of puppies! Yes, you read it correctly, that is three different litters of puppies. The puppies ages ranged from 6 weeks to 5 months! That is when Rose gave Bobbi a call – lots of help was needed.

 

 

Toby is the ‘Bobbi and the Strays’ puppy of Far Rockaway.

Scared little Toby

Scared little Toby

A Chow-German Shepherd and ‘who-else-knows mix’, makes for a glorious combination! Rose and Bill fostered, loved, nurtured and taught this handsome fellow that furniture doesn’t bite, people are cool and it is OK to be inside! Since they have dogs and cats, we discovered that Toby gets along great with all animals and is also a loving mush. His first few months were spent running around outside in the fields, so that was all he knew. Toby is now learning the joy of warmth, human love and cuddling – “a dog’s life’.

 

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His foster parents Rose and Bill told us Toby discovered something else too – that being inside, loved and cozy isn’t so bad either. The day my hubby and I went to take Toby’s photos, he was still fresh to the world of a ‘house’ and enjoyed slipping under the couch to feel safe. He is outgrowing that habit and loves being with people hanging out watching television or whatever.

 

Toby with Foster Daddy, Bill
Toby with Foster Daddy, Bill

Imagine the great work involved in trapping so many animals, which numbered around twenty-two (22)!!! It took a dedicated team effort to capture all of these wonderful nomadic adults and their pups. Major kudos to go to John, who worked his magic as he trapped at least 16 puppies and most of the adults.

Volunteers come with different abilities and gifts to help – John, Christina, Laura, foster parents Rose and Bill, along with many others, helped in countless ways. The feral adults are spayed and neutered and will live out their lives where they call home. Most puppies went to Sean Casey in Brooklyn. 

 

 AND GREAT NEWS UPDATE: TOBY IS ADOPTED AND HAS A FOREVER HOME!toby-2

“Who do you call?”

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

This story was submitted by Susan, one of our wonderful volunteers – she coordinates the Pet Guardian Sponsorship program for Bobbi and the Strays.

 

It’s funny, but once you start helping an animal rescue, you immediately become the person that your neighbors turn to if there is an animal “problem.” Sometimes you feel incredibly frustrated because you can’t help, but there are other times when you can.

That’s the way it was last summer when our first litter of driveway kittens (4) arrived at our house. A neighbor had them in their yard and so, even though we hadn’t trapped any before, off we went, carrier in hand, leather gloves and long sleeves at the ready. Thank goodness for those leather gloves.

Belle with her brothers and sisters

Belle with her brothers and sisters

I happened upon the next kitten while driving through the driveway, scooped the little one up, and then found myself unable to park the car with one hand. Fortunately my sister-in-law and niece arrived at the same time and I passed the kitten off to my niece. Now I keep a small collapsible carrier in the car, just in case.  It came in very handy when we found an injured racing pigeon, but that’s a story for another day.

Otto

Otto

Otto

Otto

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We let it be known that we were trying to capture this little Tuxedo kitten that we spotted in the driveway and one day the doorbell rang and I was off.  This little guy proved to be a fighter, every bit as defiant as his grown-up feral siblings, but he was charmed by my daughter, Erica, and after a couple of sleepless nights for everyone, he quickly turned into a sweetheart.

Boomer

Boomer

We’re getting used to the doorbell ringing for kittens, but one morning the phone rang at 7:15.

It was a call about a small dog that had been wandering around since the day before and was now resting on a neighbor’s lawn. I gathered up some biscuits, fashioned a leash into a “noose” to put around the dog’s neck, put on the leather gloves just in case, walked across the street and stopped in surprise.

The “small” dog was heading my way and wasn’t my idea of small at all, but was a big Rottweiler mix. The dog was not threatening, but did not act as if she wanted to be rescued, refused the biscuits and headed back to the lawn where she had been resting. The individual who had called me lived next door and went inside for water and some leftover chicken, both of which the dog happily devoured. Feeling a little better, the leash was slipped over her neck and off she went to the shelter to be held for 72 hours in the hope that her owner could be found, and if not, to begin her journey to finding a new home.

I had posted this dog’s information on the Animal Care and Control website and received a phone call saying that they may have gotten a call from the dog’s owner and gave me her information. The dog had traveled all the way from Brooklyn to Queens, crossing major boulevards and traveling many miles in the process. Who knows how many thousands of cars zoomed past her as she made her journey.

NEVER BELIEVE THAT A DOG WILL REMAIN IN A 10 BLOCK RADIUS.

A lost dog will just keep on walking because they don’t know which way to go to find their family and will just keep on walking and walking, trying to do so, even if it’s taking them in the opposite direction. Expand your search, contacting vet offices and rescue groups many miles away from your home.

Thank goodness we were able to catch this dog and bring her to the Bobbi and the Strays large dog location. The dog was missing since Sunday, caught on Monday, and it took until Friday for the owner to find the dog. An animal in the city’s system would have been given 72 hours, until Wednesday, for the owner to turn up at which point it would either have been euthanized or put up for adoption. As it was, Cassie received shots that day and was set to go to an adoption event the next day.

Cassie

Cassie

Time is of the essence in locating a lost dog or cat. 

All of the kittens we rescued from our driveway, eight from five different litters, were all adopted out through Bobbi and the Strays.
Travis

Travis

Jasmine
Jasmine

 

I wonder what this summer will bring.

 
Please also remember that Spring is “KITTEN SEASON”.  Please refer to this post to see how you can become part of the solution and save the lives of countless cats.  

 

Also – for a bit more insight into TNR (Trap, Neuter, Release/Return) – please refer to one of Susan’s past blog posts – Cat Fishing.