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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…

Wednesday Morning

Saturday, July 23rd, 2011

Its 6:37am and I am on my way to our Freeport location, on time (for once!) to pick up a dog to be spayed. I have to bring her back to Queens where she was found so she can be spayed at the clinic. There is no traffic! It seems like its a good morning.

My phone rings and one of my employees, Tara’s, name pops up. I think she is calling to make sure I am coming for Yolanda, the dog, so she doesn’t feed her… or maybe, at worst, there is another litter of kittens in a box by the door…(someone dropped off kittens in the middle of the night last week)

“Are you coming here?” She asks. “yeah…” I said suspicion rising in my voice.

“Ok good because there is a dog that was tied to the fence but he ate threw the leash and now he is hiding in the bushes… actually there are two leashes so there is probably another dog somewhere…”

She pauses and before I can say anything she says a little more stressed, “Actually he is running down the street…”

“Ok if he is scared, see if you can corner him somewhere or get him in the yard. If he is running towards Mill, don’t chase him because I dont want him to run into traffic. Ill be there in ten minutes”

As I speed down the southern state my mind is racing. I forgot to tell her to watch her body language, I forgot to tell her to avoid eye contact, I forgot to tell her so many things… I know Tara is capable and has probably caught many dogs running in front of the shelter, but I also know one little mistake and the dog can be gone. All of the dogs we have rescued come flashing back in my mind… most memorable Sadie, Sonny, Baisley, Frances….and all the drama that happened with their rescues…

As I turn onto Rider Place, I see Tara at the end of the street. There is an alley way between the industrial buildings with lots of trees, bushes, dumpsters, trash… a good hide out for a dog… I try to be quiet as I approach as I don’t want to scare the dog but accidentally run over the food bowls she left out… oops… there goes that plan…

She is kneeling towards the end of the alley way and is facing sideways… non-threatening… I creep quietly along the wall. She is doing everything right. I don’t see the dog though. She is facing tons of trees and bushes with a fence behind it. Its possible she has him semi cornered. I see the branches move and hear the leaves rustling.

“They are both back there,” she tells me.

“Anyway out?”

“there’s an opening in the fence.. one ran out the other side but now came back in.”

I told her I would go around the building and come from the other side of the fence in case they tried to run out that way. The opening is only a gate that was left open. How lucky did we get? I tied it shut so there is no way for them to get out if we can just corner them in that area.

Brian, another worker, shows up, thank god.  We slowly start enclosing… I have to break branches and crawl on my hands and knees to get through the thick growth. I focus on one dog and Tara and Brian go for the one closer to the fence.

When I see her, my heart breaks. She has almost no fur and her paws are swollen. She is lying down curled up in a ball, scared out of her mind. She is backed up against a wall and a tree. She starts to try and back up more… I immediately but slowly drop to the ground on my stomach to show her I am no threat. She relaxes a bit but still looks unsure.. I am about to roll over on my back like a dog, but as I slowly reach my hand out she sniffs it calmly and licks it. She is still wearing part of the leash she chewed off. Avoiding direct eye contact, I take that leash off and put the leash Tara gave me on her. I think the hard part is over…but I was wrong.

Most dogs once they are leashed, may fight a bit but then get up and walk with you. Most. Not all. Some just get up and walk right away. But this dog just refused to budge. I know it sounds mean to pull them but sometimes you have to. But the collar she was wearing was weak and could slip over her head or snap. I ask Tara to hold the leash and I run to the car to get a slip leash and put it over her head. We manage to pull her out from behind the tree. Tara holds the dogs head straight (so she won’t turn and bite with me) with the slip leash and I pick her up. She is not aggressive at all, just terrified. I carry her to my car. She smells horrible. She is so scared she curls up in a ball in my back seat…

Then I go back to help Brian and Tara with the male. They got the leash around his neck but he is biting the leash and not letting go. We put a second leash around his neck and between the two of us we are able to walk him out to where the cars are. He every so often flips out and tries to back out of the leashes. He isn’t aggressive, but not as docile as the female. I am uncertain about lifting him into my car with the female in there so I drive her back to the shelter and Tara and Brian walk the male one block to the shelter with two leashes….

I have to carry the female from my car to the yard. Then I go back to help Brian and Tara but they have it under control… Taking a closer look at the male we see his eyes are blood red and his mouth is bleeding, probably from biting the fence all night trying to escape. He has more fur (slightly) than the female but he is way more swollen… I am already thinking about how I am going to get these to the vet, how much pain these two must be in and how terrified they are…

When we put the male in the yard, he won’t move. Just stays there like a statue… with his head down… and then slowly, slowly, slowly… he lowers himself to the ground and lies down… not moving… too scared to move a muscle…

“let them be for awhile, let them relax,” I tell Tara and Brian. They are scared out of their minds and need time. the best thing to do sometimes is just to let them acclimate.

I am late for getting Yolanda to her spay appointment and she HAS to go today because she is getting adopted. After I take Yolanda, I have to take Molly, another chi to a different vet to have a mass removed from her head. Molly is also getting adopted today. Our vet doesn’t come till Friday but I am sure these two will have to go into the clinic for dips and tests… I will need help getting them there… they can’t even walk on a leash… Before I get overwhelmed I tell myself to focus on getting Yolanda and Molly where they need to be and I will deal with the pitties when I get back. They are safe at the shelter now. One thing at a time, one thing at a time.

I take Yolanda out of her cage and walk her and put her in my car. She wants to sit on my lap which is fine with me so I can keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t chew my car. As I pull out of the parking lot, I take a deep breath. We got the dogs. they are safe. I’m going to make my appointments… everything is okay. Then the phone rings… Its Melissa… someone left six cats (one adult and five kittens) in a carrier in front of another one of our locations.

And this is how the day goes.

The two pitties after their rescue

Help Us HELP THEM

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

 

The success, even the simple functioning as an organization, of Bobbi and the Strays would not be possible without the dedication, time, strength, and support of our volunteers.  Volunteers are our core – those that directly help us to help them.  “Them” being the thousands of dogs and cats that have come into our care and who have been placed in loving homes because of it.

 

Volunteers at an Adoption Event

Volunteers at an Adoption Event

 

AND we are always looking for a few good men and women to help us with our cause.  If you have some spare time or some spare skills – or even some spare space – there are so many ways that you can volunteer.

 

Annette at a Humane Education School Presentation

Annette at a Humane Education School Presentation

 

We have multiple locations.  Two Adoption Centers – one in Glendale, Queens – the other in Freeport, Long Island.  We also have two locations that shelter our animals but are closed to the public – one near JFK airport and the other in Long Island City, Queens.

 

Hiking with the Hounds in Alley Pond Park

Hiking with the Hounds in Alley Pond Park

 

You can even volunteer at off-site locations mostly in Queens, Brooklyn, Long Island, and Manhattan – for our Adoption or Fundraising Events, or even things like our Humane Education program or “Hiking with the Hounds”.

 

Sonia helping transport some dogs

Sonia helping to transport some doggies

 

Like being behind the scenes?  How about helping us transport dogs, cats, food, and other supplies?  Maybe you can help with general administration duties, computer work, or mass mailings.

 

Helping at the Adoption Van

Helping at the Adoption Van

 

Work in a Professional trade (plumber, artist, electrician, painter, lawyer, etc.) – donate your professional services.  Manage a bar or restaurant – how about helping us with a fundraiser?  Own or run a business that has a parking lot – allow us to hold an adoption event!

 

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Kristie and Genna on 1240 WGBB

 

We have many opportunities for volunteers – throughout many parts of New York City and Long Island.  From fostering a homeless dog or cat in your own home, or helping at adoption and fundraising events, to walking dogs and socializing cats.  You can even help us as a photographer – or write for our newsletters or blog!  There are so many ways that you can get involved and help make a difference.

 

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Walking the Dogs!

 

Please refer to our Volunteering page on our website – http://bobbiandthestrays.org/Volunteering.aspx.  It lists the most common ways that you can help us.  If you want to help – or have other ideas on how you can help us help them – please do not hesitate to contact us.  You can email volunteer@bobbicares.org or call us at (718) 326-6070 or (516) 378-4340. 

 

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Pet Food Drive at Lee Road Elementary

 

In the meantime, we encourage you to stop by our new shelter in Freeport or our adoption center in Glendale and visit with our furry friends and help spread the word to help them find wonderful forever homes.

 

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Brian giving Zeke belly rubs : - )

 

Your continued support is so very much appreciated!  Help us to “Keep up the Good Work” – Volunteer Today!!!

 

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Rob helping and cuddling at an Adoption Event

 

Volunteer with US!

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010
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There are countless ways that you or someone you know can help Bobbi and the Strays rescue, care for, and find loving homes for countless dogs and cats. We are always in need of some great volunteers! In fact, without our volunteers, their compassion and dedication, and the many various ways they help our organization, Bobbi and the Strays would not even exist.  
 
If you, your children, friends, family, co-workers – anyone who loves animals really – want to find out more about some of the many ways to volunteer for Bobbi and the Strays please visit our website.
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So if you have a bit of time to spare - Need some charity experience to add to your resume - Like interacting with the public - Have great computer skills - Would be willing to utilize your creative skills to help - Need something to keep your kids busy during weekends or the summer months - well – volunteering can help you and us!
 
If you are a Professional or Business-Owner – there may have been ways to help that you had not even thought of too! How about sponsoring an Adoption or Fund-raising Event? You can even donate your professional or business services.
 
For children and young adults - volunteering can be a very rewarding learning experience that teaches respect, team-work, customer service, the proper way to handle and care for dogs and cats, and a bit more about the non-profit and animal related world. Children can help with special projects such as fund-raising drives, creating & handing out fliers, even helping at street-fairs – just to name a few. If your children are 16 years or older they can also volunteer at our shelter or adoption center where they can interact directly with our dogs & cats, as well as with the public. 
 
To volunteer, please visit us, call us at (718) 326-6070, or email volunteer@bobbicares.org.
 
As always – THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT! We can not do it alone! : – )

We Will Soon Be Homeless…

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

 

The temporary building we use to house our larger dogs is being torn down, so donations (and/or a building/shelter/land) are urgently needed in order for Bobbi & the Strays to find a permanent home. This space currently houses many amazing larger dogs all waiting to be adopted.

 

Bobbi & the Strays operates out of two facilities, a TEMPORARY donated retail space at the Atlas Mall in Queens that houses our cats and smaller dogs, and the building that will be torn down which currently houses our larger dogs.

 

Do you know someone that would be willing to donate a building or land to us? Do you know of a reasonably priced building or land for sale or lease? We don’t need much – essentially plumbing & heating. Outdoor space is essential. We will consider all communities in Queens (and even close surrounding areas) that are easily accessible to the public, by subway/bus, car, and/or foot.

 

The destruction of the space we use for our larger dogs will cripple our rescue operation if our large dogs have nowhere to go. We are relying on your generous support, help, and donations to get Bobbi & the Strays a “forever” home where we can continue to do the important work that saves the lives of so many animals each year.

 

We were originally told that we have until this coming January – now it looks like it will be much, MUCH, sooner…  Please Help!

 

To donate directly to Bobbi and the Strays’ Building Fund please click here – “Donate to the Building Fund”.

 

To help find a new home for Bobbi and the Strays, please email building@bobbicares.org or call (718) 326-6070 or visit our website.

Why I Volunteer

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

Story submitted by Vicki Wright, a Bobbi and the Strays volunteer. 

My search for a new dog to bring into our family started  online. Although our beloved Cody passed away only a few weeks prior, I certainly wasn’t ready for another dog, but looking online seemed safe enough. After putting in our zip code and type of dog, I found a lot of shelters that I was totally unaware of. The one that caught my eye was Bobbi and the Strays. Of course I liked the name, but after checking more into it, the story of the place itself was inspirational. 

In the meantime I did some volunteer work with a local shelter as well as another animal rescue group, who does not have a shelter. I did enjoy my work with these organizations, but I felt something was missing. It just wasn’t a good fit. 

 

Although we did not adopt our new dog from Bobbi’s, I kept checking the website for new dogs and upcoming events. I felt drawn to it somehow and that is when I became a fan of Bobbi and the Strays on Facebook. As a Fan, I saw a picture of the Alley Pond Park hike and contacted Laura about getting involved in it. I received an e-mail from Laura immediately stating how happy she was that I was interested in doing this. That was when it all started for me. 

 

I met Laura and a few other ladies that following Sunday morning and was teamed up with Lennox. Before Laura brought him out she asked “can I handle a strong dog that pulls”?  I thought to myself…hmm the dogs at the other shelter were pretty bad walkers, so sure I can. Ahhhh! Lennox………my first love. Even though he basically took me for a hike, I didn’t mind at all. During that hike I learned that the dogs sometimes go to training classes but at the moment there wasn’t anyone to take them. I was actually going to go to dog training school, so I jumped on the chance to take a dog. I took Lennox on Monday nights to Pawsative Dog Training. That was it, I was hooked. This was the place for me.

Vicki (2nd from Left) with Lennox at Alley Pond Park

Vicki (2nd from Left) with Lennox at Alley Pond Park

I try and get to the shelter at least twice a week to walk, feed, and play with the dogs. It is the highlight of my week. I also have brought home several dogs for playdates with my dog. They love getting out of the shelter for the day and sleeping in a warm home. This is by far the most rewarding thing I have ever done.

Vicki, her dog Murray and Bamboo at Vicki's house. Bamboo got to go home w Vicki for a playdate with Murray

Vicki, her dog Murray and Bamboo at Vicki's house. Bamboo got to go home w Vicki for a playdate with Murray

I can’t say enough about Laura. She loves those dogs like crazy and is the nicest person I may have ever met. I realize that volunteering is about helping out the animals and the reward in that is unsurpassable, however, Laura is always there with a “Thank you”. She is so appreciative of everything that the volunteers do. I just want to thank Bobbi and the whole crew of workers for making us, the volunteers, want to do all we do.

Axle on a playdate with Vicki's dog Murray at Vicki's house. (see Murray's head!)

Axle on a playdate with Vicki's dog Murray at Vicki's house. (see Murray's head!)

The Story of Jethro

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

This is a rescue story as experienced by Laura, our Shelter Manager.

 

The first time I saw Apollo, it was twilight in early October. I was walking Theo, an oversized chocolate colored Rottweiler mix, around the cargo areas of JFK airport, where our large dog shelter is located, when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Dogs were always seeing things in the dark that I couldn’t. That is why when I looked up, I was surprised to see a dog standing frozen in the middle of the road, about 50 feet away from us. He was about the same size as Theo, around 90 lbs, black with a white stripe down his face and white paws. His eyes were locked on me and Theo. My first feeling was panic. I thought he might come start a fight with Theo and there would be nothing I could do to separate two big, strong dogs. But not a second after, the dog turned around and ran away, disappearing into the shadows of warehouses and abandoned tractor trailers.

 

Theo and I ran back to the shelter. Three volunteers followed me out to look for the dog. A caring cab driver looked at my leash and asked me if I was looking for the big “bull dog.” It had just run past him 15 minutes ago going towards an airline hangar.  We searched for an hour, but we had to eventually call off the search.

 

After work I drove around the airport looking for the dog. The cargo areas of the airport are expansive and I knew my chances of finding him were slim, but I had to try. The night was getting colder. I was worried he was hungry and thirsty. Even though I know there are thousands of strays out in the night, once you see one, lock eyes with him or her, it’s hard to get the image out of your mind. You worry about the dog until he or she is safe.

 

Two days later, my co-worker, Erin, came running into the shelter out of breath. “I just saw a stray dog!” she said. And the search was back on again. I grabbed a leash and food, determined to get him this time.  She had seen him the same place I saw him two nights ago, on the same road, so he must be hiding out nearby. It was already dark out again, but I had to try. I couldn’t bear the thought of this poor guy being out another night with no food or shelter.

 

And there he was coming down the road towards me, looking all around in the dark. Looking for his owner? Looking for home?  His eyes were large and frightened.  I knelt down in the middle of the street and held the food out and called to him softly.  He stopped, took one look at me, and turned around and bolted in the opposite direction towards the taxi holding area.  When stray dogs are scared and confused, they are not easy to get, no matter how people friendly they are in normal circumstances.

 

I called the shelter on my cell phone and asked them to call the Port Authority Police, who are responsible for picking up stray animals at the airport. I gave my location as I was following the dog at a distance – I dropped back as far as I could, trying to keep him in eyesight. I didn’t want him to feel chased, but I didn’t want to lose him again either.

 

He was jogging along-side the expressway ramp, heading towards an airplane hangar. I then ran past that same cab driver. “I have been seeing that dog everyday for a week!” he exclaimed as I went past. “I tried but I can never get him!”

 

Just then my heart leapt into my throat as the dog ran out into traffic and onto the median and then crossed the road back over again!!! Yellow taxis honked their horns and slammed on breaks.  The poor scared creature jetted up a hill.  I followed, keeping him within my sight. When I emerged, the same cab driver was waiting for me in his black Lincoln Town Car. The back door opened. I didn’t even hesitate to jump in. What the heck? I would have said, “Follow that dog!” if it wasn’t so obvious that’s what we were doing.

 

The dog ran back towards the runways. The cab driver cut several cars off, ran a red light, and zoomed into a parking lot just as the dog disappeared around the back. The cab driver drove slowly and quietly towards the back of the building.  We saw the dog sniffing the grass!  He didn’t look up when the car stopped. I quietly got out and without warning, he took off again. It was now impossible to follow him by car, so I followed him on foot. Then he started to climb up the side of the overpass.

 

Then – he stopped halfway up – and jumped off onto the JFK Expressway! I never felt so helpless. My heart felt like it stopped beating for a second as I braced myself to hear what I feared most.  The slamming of breaks, the blasting of horns, the yelling – and I heard it all… but there was no crash! I ran up the overpass and looked down on a mess of stopped cars but no dog! He had survived! Then – I jumped off onto the highway too! I ran as fast as I could down the shoulder of the Expressway. He was out of sight now but he couldn’t have gotten far. There was no place for him to hide – only stretches of highway with walls on either side.

 

Seconds later my cab driver friend in the black Town Car raced up next to me to me and he barely stopped as I opened the door and jumped in. It was a scene straight out of an action movie! We continued down the Expressway and looked for hiding places on the side of the road where he could have slipped into. However, there was no sign of this dog! The dog had disappeared into the shadows again and we had no idea where.

 

I thanked the cab driver as he dropped me off at the Shelter.  I found Erin with two volunteers in a car and a Port Authority Policeman all looking for the dog. I told them where I last saw him. The officer went off to look for him. Any dog that the Port Authority Police find come straight to our shelter. If they found him, we would know right away.

 

We waited the rest of the night, but they never came. I wasn’t ready to give up of course. After work, I got into my car and retraced my steps looking for the dog. I continued to drive around before and after work for many days. Each day when I came into the shelter I would hope to see him there.  The nights were getting colder. Weeks went by. It was heartbreaking to think about him out there in these elements, alone, scared and hungry.

 

Just about when I started to let go of hope, I came into the shelter one day and there he was, sitting in the back of the cage all curled up, gazing at me with those big soulful eyes. He looked as big as I remembered him. Huge head, massive white paws.

 

When he stood up though, his body looked like a skeleton. My heart dropped. I never in my life saw a dog so thin, or knew a dog could be so thin and still be alive and standing. I could count every single one of his ribs from far away. It was especially alarming because of how big his head and paws were. I came close to his cage and knelt down. He approached me slowly, head down. Tears ran down my face. I was so happy that he was here, but by the looks of him, I knew his ordeal wasn’t over yet. He stuck his nose through the bars of the cage and I gently pet him. His head was still down but he looked up at me with those expressive eyes. I felt like I just made a friend for life. I told him not to worry, that he was safe now and everything would be okay.

 

Poor skinny Jethro...

Poor skinny Jethro...

Now he had a fluffy warm bed to lie on. As advised by the vet, we fed him five small meals a day. A large amount of food all at once would make him sick. Everyone who worked at the shelter spent a lot of time just sitting in the cage with him, talking to him softly and petting him. He was a very calm and affectionate dog who loved everyone. Even after being starved for over three weeks (maybe longer), he didn’t mind if someone put their hands in his food. He got along with other dogs. He shared his toys. He had a heart of gold.

 

Once he was stronger we were able to take him for walks. We named him Apollo and posted his story on the Bobbi & the Strays website. We thought he may be a hard adoption because of his size, breed and being underweight.  A lot of people in New York City live in small spaces and want a small dog. Apollo looked like a Cane Corso Mastiff to us. To a lot of people he could look intimidating, even though he really was a big mush.

 

But Luck was on Apollo’s side! A mere three days later, a wonderful couple from Long Island, New York, fell in love with his photo and couldn’t get him out of their mind.  They came to see him and were interested in fostering him first – to see if they were a match.  The couple started fostering him on a Friday evening. By Sunday, Apollo had found his permanent new home with them and a new name – Jethro!

Healthy Jethro now...

Healthy Jethro now...

We were so happy for the dog who was once abandoned without any hope.

 

Jethro with his doggie friend : - )

Jethro with his doggie friend : - )

He now hasn’t a care in the world and in our opinion, that’s the way it should be. 

 

Jethro - Happy & Loved!

Jethro - Happy & Loved!

The Hourglass

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

We get tons of inquiries a day. People found dogs and don’t want to bring them to the kill shelter, people can’t keep their dogs and don’t want to bring them to the kill shelter, people don’t want to keep their dogs and threaten us to take them to the kill shelter if we don’t take them.

But the reality is, we just don’ t have the space to take them all in at once. Right now we have a waiting list that is growing daily. I am grateful for the people who are holding the animals they found till we have space. Sometimes we are lucky to adopt them out right from the founders home and the dog never has to see the inside of a shelter. But these cases are far and few between.

Just recently a wonderful family found a sad pit mix wandering around their neighborhood. Though he looked healthy and taken care of, he wore no collar and no tags. He had no microchip. Not wanting to leave him out shivering in the cold they took him in. Unfortunately the dog and their dog didn’t get along when they introduced them so they seperated them.  The wife, Maria, emailed me a photo and description of the dog that she had started to call Rudy and asked if we could take him in. She described Rudy as being shy but very affectionate, housebroken and extremely well behaved. I explained the situation to her and told her I would put Rudy on a waiting list and in the meantime advertise him to see if we could find a foster.

A week went by and no one responded to my ads. Maria emailed me and said she was scheduled to go away on Sunday and couldn’t hold Rudy longer than that. It was now Monday. I immediately reposted Rudy’s ad making them as urgent as possible.

Amazingly that night we found a foster for Rudy. Andres responded to the ad and emailed an application. He was eager to meet Rudy and help him out. After checking his references, Maria set up a time for Andres to come to her house to meet Rudy. She called me that day sounding a little worried, asking me a lot of questions about the fostering process. I assured her that if she wasn’t comfortable with Andres that we wouldn’t give him the dog.  What we would do if we had no other foster was uncertain but it was clear Maria cared very much for Rudy and didn’t want anything to happen to him.

I waited by the phone that night to see how the meeting went. When she called, I held my breath but Maria was so happy and couldn’t believe how well everything went! She said Andres was a very nice man and he handled Rudy very well. Rudy was shy but Andres let Rudy come to him and they seemed to have a conncetion. By the end of the meeting, it was clear the two were already forming a bond. When I spoke to Andres he expressed simillar sentiments. He was very happy and couldn’t wait to take Rudy into foster.

We scheduled a vet appointment the very next day to have Rudy vaccinated and neutered. Maria generously offered to make a donation to cover the costs. We agreed that I would take Rudy to his foster home in NJ on Sunday. We perform a home visit for everyone who adopts or fosters. I would always bring a crate, bed, toys and leash for Rudy.  Maria and Andres set up a meeting on Satruday as well so Andres could spend some more time with Rudy to get to know him before he took him home.

Everything seemed to be perfect and I was so happy that we had a safe place for Rudy to go. I actually couldn’t have dreamed up a better outcome.

Maria and I spoke on the phone not too long ago clearing up last minute details. “I feel happy for the first time since I found Rudy,” she said,”because I know he is going to be okay now. I was so worried about what would happen to him.”  Maria asked if she could come on the home visit and I agreed that would be fine. She seemd to want to spend as much time with Rudy before he went and cared very much about his well being.  “This whole process has really opened up my eyes to how much is involved in rescue work,” she said. “You guys do such wonderful work and put so much into each and every animal.” Her comments really brightened my day and warmed my heart. Rescue work is not easy and is often heartbreaking as we are unable to help all the animals in need.  Many end up being euthanized in our city shelters everyday but when we are able to help just one animal like Rudy, it makes it all worth it and gives us strength to continue.

Within about ten minutes of hanging up the phone I checked my email and saw Maria had just emailed me.

“Andres called and received a job offer in Florida. He cannot foster Rudy. We are back to square one.”

I was so surprised. After everything seemed to fall into place, I didnt expect this at all. I really felt crushed. Heartbroken. I just stared at the screen. This has got to be a joke, I thought.  I couldn’t believe it. Just when you think everything is going to work out… that you managed to save one dog that otherwise didn’t have much of a chance… it all can fall apart in an instant.

But we have come this far and I refuse to give up. I immediately reposted Rudy’s material in as many places as possible. Sent out an email to all my contacts, pleading for a temporary home for Rudy.

Its Thursday night.  I have two and half more days at best. I know there has to be someone out there for Rudy.  Rescue work has enormous highs (when you are able to help an animal) and devastating lows (when you can’t help one that you are trying so desperately to help) and the rest of the time you are walking a thin line between them.

When its like this, the only thing I can do is keeping going, keep trying. There are no formulas, no magic words to say, no special skill. Its a game of persistance and luck but a game with a timer that always clicks loudly in your ear. Its as if the hour glass has been turned over again. The clock is ticking. 

Will a home for Rudy be found in time? Time will only tell. 

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Rudy at Maria's house

UPDATE!!!!

There is a happy ending for Rudy!!  Maria sent out an email plea that was sent out to her coworkers and forwarded from there. It reached a nice family who live in Long Island that came out to see Rudy that night and fell in love! Rudy seemed to bond especially with their ten year old grandaughter. They took Rudy home that night where he met their other dog and they became friends. They all slept in bed together =) They report Rudy is doing great!

Big thanks to Maria and her family for saving Rudy and fostering him and refusing to give up hope.  You guys inspire me! Its happy endings like these that give us strength to keep going. 

Below is Rudy and the grandaughter, Daisy.  The flash did a number on Rudy’s eyes but we know he is happy and safe  in his new home!

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Sweet Eba

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

Poor Eba.  Just being in a shelter is difficult for the dogs, but for this 7 year old rotti girl, it has been particularly hard.

Eba’s original owner had passed away and the person he wanted to care for Eba could not do it so she surrendered Eba to our shelter. When Eba first came in, she was very attached to her current caretaker and didn’t want anything to do with us.  One of my new workers was a little worried.

“Lets just take a walk together,” I suggested and we all walked Eba around outside the shelter. Eba got into her walk and she didn’t even notice when I took the leash from her caretaker.  I then ignored Eba and just continued on the walk. Most people think you should give the dog a lot of attention and talk and pet the dog when meeting, but for a dog like Eba, who was clearly uncomfortable with us and her suroundings, the best thing to do is to ignore her and let her feel you out. So that is what we did. By the next day Eba was our best friend.

She quickly became known as the dog who walks right at your side, gazing up at you in adoration, or the dog who just flops over for belly rubs anytime or place. Her little stub of a tail goes crazy in excitment when meeting other dogs. She usually has to be bribed to go back in her cage with a treat and it breaks out hearts everytime to put her back.

Eba was lucky enough to go to a wonderful foster home but when the foster parents had to start working more they returned Eba to the shelter because they didn’t want her to be alone all day.  Eba was adopted out not long after but returned the next day.  Some people have the best intentions and try to compensate for the dog being in the shelter with tons of affection and attention right off the bat but for a dog like Eba who has been through so much, she needs space to adjust.  It doesn’t take her long but her new home was too overwhelming too soon and they brought her back when she went to bite a vister to the house on the first day =(

When I give Eba to new volunteers to walk, I always tell them the same thing. “Ignore her for awhile. No petting. talking etc. When she is ready, she will come to you.” They look at me with uncertainity as they take the leash but when they come back, they usually say the same thing. “She is the best dog! She is so sweet! She just rolled over for belly rubs on the grass and didn’t want to get up!”

When Eba started limping one day, a caring volunteer took her to Howard Beach Animal Clinic where we found out the bad news. Eba had a torn ACL in her leg.  She was in a lot of pain and would need surgery.  To make matters worse, they found a lump on her belly that could be a cancer tumor. They would have to do a biopsy. If she had cancer, they would have to do another major surgery.  On top of that, she would need 16 weeks recovery for her leg.  Just the thought of her having to recover in a noisy, stressful shelter brought me to tears.

The day I brought Eba back for her surgery we had to wait because it was extremely crowded. In a room full of strangers and strange dogs, Eba decided to flop over for her belly rub.  It was the cutest thing. She seemed oblivious to everything else! She seemed relaxed and content to be pet in a crowded vet waiting room, waiting patiently for her turn to be called. When I left her there for her surgery, it was hard not to cry. She was such a good dog!

After the surgey, Dr Weinstein called us to say that everything went well and that Eba should spend a couple more days at the vet recovering before going home.  They did a biopsy but didn’t have the results back yet.

We prepared for her return at the shelter. Someone donated a large comfortable orthropedic bed for Eba to rest on.  The staff knew they couldn’t let Eba run or play. She could be leashed walked only.

Then we got the good news! The biopsy came back and Eba didn’t have cancer! When I went to pick up Eba from the vet, Dr Weinstein brought her out and said, “This is a nice dog!”  It seemed he really taken a liking to her.  He gave me detailed instructions about her recovery and told me she would have to come back in ten days to get her staples out.

Eba didn’t seem like a dog who just had surgery. She was happy to see me and I had to keep her on a very short leash because she wanted to hop and run out to my car. I had to use all my strength to stop her from jumping in and allow me to lift her gently into the back seat.  She wanted to put her head right near mine as we drove back to the shelter.

In the days to come, staff and volunteers would take extra special care in dealing with Eba. When the weather was nice enough we would take her out on the grass and just sit with under a nearby tree. She couldn’t walk very far and sometimes she would just lie down and rest.  We would wait patiently till she felt strong enough to get back up. She would lie there, rolled over, asking to be pet, her paws straight up in the air. She was goofy, loving, playful. 

When I took Eba back to the vet for her check up, Dr Weinstein said her leg was healing well. They took the staples out and instructed me not to let her run or play yet. She was still healing. Then in the middle of her check up, she flopped to the floor again for a belly rub!

Eba is almost completely healed now. I am sad that she had to recover in the stressful shelter environment but I am proud of the strength and grace she possessed.  I pray every night that someone will come along who is able to adopt and see Eba for the wonderful dog she is.  She has to be one of the most devoted and loyal canines I have ever met- and I have met a lot! I know whoever adopts her will be extremely lucky. Someone just needs to give her a chance.

I want to sincerely thank Dr Weinstein of Howard Beach Animal Clinic for performing the surgery and taking special care of Eba for us.  We would also like to express our deepest gratitude to the Pedigree Foundation for giving us a grant that helped make Eba’s surgery possible. Also thank you to the volunteers and staff who also donated special items and their valuable time in helping Eba recooperate after her surgery. Thank you!!

IF you are interested in adopting or fostering Eba please email Adopt@bobbicares.org  or click here for more information on this special dog. 

Eba relaxing by the tree at the shelter

Eba relaxing by the tree at the shelter Eva loves belly rubs!

Eba resting in the grass

Eba resting in the grass

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Staples in Eba's leg after her surgery

Eba relaxings with a volunteer at the shelter

Eba relaxing with a volunteer at the shelter

Our animals need your HELP!

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

 

Do you have a BIG heart?  Would you like to make a special and disctintive donation – even on behalf of a friend, family member, or another person deserving of a great gift?  If you donate in this touching and affecting way by becoming a Sponsor you will be helping a homeless animal in their greatest time of need. 

 

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Our animals are in desperate need of Pet Guardians.  Times are especially tough for these dogs and cats.  Some have been with us for a while while they await their forever home.  Others have been sick or were found abused and/or injured and were in immediate need of medical care – and medical care can be quite costly.  This is why these wonderful animals need heroic Guardians to watch over them.   

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Maybe you want to make an impact on many animals at the same time.  Then why not sponsor one of our programs such as our ‘Spay & Neuter’ program or our ‘Emergency Medical Care’ program? 

 

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If you do decide to donate on a monthly basis and become a Bobbi and the Strays’ Pet Guardian or donate so that a friend or family member can become a Pet Gaurdian, a special welcome letter will be sent to you (and/or your friend) along with regular updates on your sponsored pet and/or updates about Bobbi and the Strays. 

 

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Please follow this link for full details of our Pet Guardian program and to see which of our animals are most in need of Sponsorship at this time.  You can also call us for more information at (718) 326-6070 or email sponsor@bobbicares.org. 

 

Don’t forget, Bobbi and The Strays is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization. Contributions are tax-deductible as allowed by law and are greatly appreciated!  (And – don’t forget – Sponsorship can make a GREAT GIFT!)