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Look at my “now” picture… really look at it! Aren’t I shiny and good and pretty?

I’m Annabelle, and I wasn’t too shiny when I first came to Last Chance Ranch in Quakertown, Pennsylvania. I was on the streets and sick and injured, and couldn’t even walk, like you can see in my “before” picture. Fortunately, they saved me from a Terrible Fate, and now I’m healthy and perfect!

I love to play with my dog friends here, and snuggle in my blankets, and play fetch for hours! I love my volunteer friends, too.

But the days are dragging on and on… and my other friends get adopted, and I get left behind. I’ve tried to be more patient, but I guess I’m not very good at that.

Will you help me? If you live near me, maybe you could come see me and find out if I could be part of your family? And if you don’t… could you just hit that little reblog link? It makes miracles happen!

My friends are monitoring the email at pets@lastchanceranch.org in case you have any questions. I’m waiting to hear it say they have mail… hope in my heart and a wag in my tail!

Hurry! I love you!

Annabelle

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Here’s to the terrified shelter dogs, paralyzed with fear, that only need a kind word and soft hand to help them open up… if only people would give them the chance.

This poor pup was brought in as a stray. He sits motionless in his kennel, wide eyed and terrified of any who may pass by. Like so many before him, all he needed was a little reassurance. He went from growling in fear, to climbing in my lap in a matter of seconds. The shelter environment is scary for many dogs.. I just wish people realized that the terrified dog they see in the shelter is typically not the one they would see at home.

I am so proud of how far this crazy herder mutt has come in such a short amount of time. She came to me an under-exercised, under-stimulated, untrained demon-beast with behavior issues that the average pet owner can’t handle.

That I didn’t know how to handle.

Now, almost three years later, I understand her. I am able to listen and communicate with her, and she has taught me so much about dog behavior and rehabilitation. Korra may not have been the dog that I wanted (at first), but she is definitely the dog that I needed.

Today, I can take this pointy-eared demon dog on a 30min + walk offlead (with the leash dragging, as there are leash laws) around the neighborhood, passing dogs, cars, and all sorts of distractions without breaking a heel. She is confident, she trusts in me, and I reward her with freedom and unconditional love.

For those of you who struggle with your dog’s behavior problems, I understand you. I was you. We were lucky enough to find an amazing dog trainer to help us along in our journey, who gave us hope when we were in our darkest hour.

I an so glad I didn’t give up on Korra because my life would have been very different if I had.