shelter pets are the best

PSA for turtle lovers

So PETA has recently posted an article about helping turtles across the road. While this sounds great, the article is loaded with nasty images of turtles who have been crushed by cars. The images are close-up, gory, and overall terrible to look at. So, for those of you out there who don’t want to see that, I’m making a post with happy pictures instead:

So turtles are amazing. I mean, look at that face

And often times during the warm months you will see turtles on the roadway just trying to get where they’re going. Unlike this little guy who’s already found the perfect spot

If you see a turtle in the road. The best thing to do is put on your hazard lights and safely pull over. watch for other cars as you examine the situation. Most turtles you come across aren’t super aggressive, so if you go to pick them up, the only thing they’ll do is this

if the turtle isn’t a snapping turtle or other aggressive turtle, simply pick it up like a hamburger to reduce the risk of injuring it, and take it to the side of the road that it’s trying to get to.

If it is a snapping turtle like this guy

or another kind of more agressive turtle, keep your distance. try to find a stick or something else you can goad it into focusing on. If you’re lucky, it will keep trying to attack the stick and you can “kite” it across the road. If not, call animal control and wait until they arrive. They’re trained to handle the situation.

In either case DO NOT take and wild turtles or tortoises home. I realize that they are incredible adorable

but you can seriously disrupt their environment and the overall population by keeping wild animals as pets. If you are looking for a pet reptile, it’s best to adopt from a shelter, or if you can’t find one, find a breeder that raises their reptiles ethically.

In addition, do not take them to a different area either, even if it’s a nearby lake in town. You could be taking it too far away from it’s home, lessening it’s chance of survival. Only take it to where it was already going.

Thank you all for reading, please share to help spread the word. Images I posted are not mine, with the exception of the sulcata tortoise hiding in the grass (That’s my shy boy).


Once upon a time, there was a dog named Ginger.

Ginger woke up one morning when she was 8 years old, poked her head out of her blankie, then got up and went out and got into her car.

Her foster mom followed her there and asked, “What are you doing out here, Ginger?” (Actually she used her nickname, Gigi.)

Ginger answered, “It’s time I had a home of my own.”

“That’s true,” said her foster mom. “But how… wait! I know! We’ll write to the Shelter Pet Project!”

So she sat down and wrote this letter:

Dear Shelter Pet Project,

I have the best foster dog in the world. Her name is Ginger and she is literally made of pure, true-blue love. Just being in the same room as her is a privilege!

She loves to cuddle, snuggle, ride in the car, go for walks, and play. All the things you want from a dog! She can even live with another calm dog. It’s amazing!

Can you please ask your followers to share her everywhere, and help us find this beautiful dog the home she needs and deserves and longs for?


Ginger’s Foster Mom

What could we do? Who could resist? Not us… and we hope, not you!

Want to live happily ever after with Ginger “Gigi” the Perfect Dog? Contact the Providence Animal Center at or 610-566-1370. They’re located at 555 Sandy Bank Road, Media, Penn., 19063!

The End… or The Beginning?

The Story of Kira

Once upon a time, there was a dog, and her name was Kira. She was a long haired “tiger” brindle mutt with fluff to spare. She had big brown eyes, and freckled white feet. She loved people, and especially loved to run. But she was tied to a wire on a tree.

This wire was digging into her neck, causing painful scabbing. She could only run a few yards in either direction, and it was difficult for her to lay down. She had mats in the fur ruff around her neck, and her butt fluff was woefully overgrown. She was covered in fleas. Worst of all, she was incredibly skinny. She had no fat whatsoever, and very little muscle. She could only stand for a few minutes at a time before her legs began to shake. She had water to drink, but no food, yet her stomach was hard as a rock.

When I met Kira, she was barking as loud as she could, desperate for attention. She was owned by someone my aunt knew, but she wasn’t being taken care of. My aunt said the last time anyone had come to feed her had been several days ago. She begged me to untie the dog and take her home because she is deathly allergic and couldn’t keep her. I agreed, and took her home.

Despite being horribly weak and malnourished, she couldn’t stop moving that first day we brought her home. She was constantly walking, jumping, wiggling, scratching–she was moving so much, she was exhausting herself, panting constantly. I bathed her with flea soap, and tried to feed her. She took a mouthful of food at a time and buried it under blankets and couch cushions, afraid to eat. I learned that this is a behavior in starving animals; they will hide their food for later instead of eating it immediately, fearing it will be taken from them. I couldn’t get her to eat, even with tasty lunch meat and gravy. I was horridly perplexed by that knot in her stomach, too.

That night, when I took her out, she peed a little, and tried to poop. What came out was that mysterious belly knot– sticks, leaves, and dirt. She had become so hungry, she had eaten the only available substances. She passed several fistfuls of sticks that night, and it broke my heart.

Over the next few days, it seemed like we wouldn’t be able to keep Kira. She was too energetic; she jumped on my dad’s leg and dislocated his knee, she stepped on our pregnant stepmother’s belly, she played too rough with our chirussell, Indy, and accidentally bit him. She was too much to handle, and worst of all, she didn’t respond to any commands. We tried calling her by her name, but nothing we did could get her attention– she was in a highly energized state at all times.

We tried taking her to the shelter, but they were over capacity so we tried putting her up on our local classifieds website. The day after her ad went up, we received interest from someone claiming to be a mother “looking for a playful dog for her children.” When we took her to meet the new family a few days later, Kira seemed very upset. It wasn’t until we got out of the car that we realized why. The lady who had contacted us was the very same lady who had owned Kira previously, and had left her tied to a tree with no food. This lady now lived in a different home, and had lied to us about her identity in an attempt to get her back. She had no children, no room for a dog, and had expected us to just drop Kira off without knocking on the door to meet her.

There was no way I was letting her have Kira back.

We took her home, wondering what to do now.

That night, as I was getting ready to fall asleep, Kira began to cry. She was dead asleep, but she was howling and crying and whimpering and shaking; she was having a nightmare. It killed me to see her like that, and I just picked her up and hugged her, stroking her, trying to wake her gently from her terror. It took almost 4 minutes to wake her, and when she finally woke up she looked right into my eyes. Something happened, and it was like I suddenly understood her, and she understood me.

I understood why she’d been such a terror for days now: she was scared, she didn’t know where she was or what we were going to do. She was used to fending for herself, and being mistreated. She didn’t know what this place was, or who we were, or if she’d survive. She thought she had to compete with this other dog for food, and for love, and was so desperate for our approval that she was trying to show off for us. And she was afraid we were going to abandon her. She was stressed, and it was making her act crazy.

And she understood what I had just discovered in that moment: that I would not be giving her up.

It has been about a month since we brought her home. Kira now knows and responds to her name, and will sit, lay, and shake on command. She comes when called, and she walks on a leash. She is only about 5 pounds under her ideal weight; for perspective, she was about 15-20 under when we got her. She has built up a lot of strength and endurance, and now plays tennis ball for hours. She eats when she’s given food instead of burying it. She is learning not to jump on people and hasn’t injured anyone since the day she accidentally bit our other dog. They are now best friends and play together all the time. She sleeps on my bed at night and cuddles during the day. She has even become so attached to us and comfortable with us that she rolls over and presents her belly– the ultimate sign of submission and trust for a dog. She has even gone to sleep on her back before.

She still has nightmares sometimes, but all it takes to bring her out of it now is a little touch and a soft, “It’s okay.” As soon as she hears my voice, she relaxes, without even waking up.

I am so glad that shelter was full and that we couldn’t find her another home. Kira is my baby girl, and deserves the best things in life. She is a wonderful, loving darling of a dog.

This is the face of success, and the reason we should never give up just because things are difficult at first.

This is the face of a rescue dog, who only ever wanted to be loved.

This is Kira, and she is loved.

Courfeyrac headcanons:

  • Courfeyrac is a trans boy with a soprano vocal range, and sometimes just sings things loudly and operatic like “Enjolras, can you pass me the salt” becomes a fucking aria.
  • He loves puppies, puppies love him, he helps out at the local pet shelter and the pups get happy when they see him.
  • Courfeyrac is the best at buying christmas and birthday presents, he’s magical, like a mind reader, no one knows how he does it.
  • His drink order is iced tea, with lots of ice and lemon and a pink straw.
  • He’s not allowed caffeine. 
  • Halloween is his favorite holiday, he dresses up every year and he compliments all the children on their costumes and they go back to Courfs every year bc they like going to “The nice man who lives with the friendly doctor”
  • He’s nice to everyone. Literally everyone, he helps old ladies cross the road and little kids find their parents in busy shopping centers and he always tips when he can.
  • His biggest pet peeve is people who are rude to customer service staff, he can often be found cleaning up ruined display shelves in shops so staff don’t have to.
  • He’s known Enjolras since he was a tiny Courf’s favourite thing is pictures of him and Enjolras in fluffy dresses they where made to wear, in fact he keeps one in a locket that he wears all the time, in another locket he has one of Combeferre.

Here is BABY BUB’s first moment at home, 4.5 years ago. BUB is my 6th rescue cat, and has changed my life in the best ways possible. Please adopt your next cat, because shelter pets make the BEST pets.

The Ultimate Christmas Bucket List:
❏ Make a playlist of your favorite Christmas music. Include some classics as well as new songs.
❏ Bake. And get creative with it; make gingerbread men, brownies with red and green sprinkles, make snowmen out of cookie dough.
❏ Drink lots of warm drinks. Apple cider, coffee, tea, or hot chocolate. Add whipped cream and peppermint or cinnamon to make your coffee/hot chocolate extra Christmas-y.
❏ Decorate. Put up a tree, and decorate it with your friends or family. Decorate the rest of the house too (while streaming that playlist of your favorite Christmas songs). String lights inside and outside your home.
❏ Read the Christmas story from Luke 2 on Christmas Eve.
❏ Build a fire. Host a party. Roast marshmellows.
❏ Send care packages and letters to soldiers.
❏ Stay in your pajamas and fuzzy socks all day watching Christmas movies.
❏ Donate pet supplies to your local animal shelter (no-kills are the best). See if they have a wish-list. Volunteer (seriously it’s the best you can be surrounded by puppies and kitties).
❏ Read Christmas stories.
❏ Fulfill a Christmas Angel’s wishes (grocery stores and Wal-Mart often have these, pick a child or two and send some gifts).
❏ Paint your nails in holiday colors. Add reindeer or snowflakes.
❏ Pay it forward. Buy someone’s coffee, meal at a drive through, or even pay for their groceries if you can afford to.
❏ Christmas crafts are the best. Make snowflakes to hang over your bed, make gifts for others, make an ornament for your tree or try making your own wreath.
❏ Make a list and get your Christmas shopping done. Wrap the presents yourself. Don’t stress over it looking nice, being the perfect gift, or money. Bargain shop, go with your gut, and try to enjoy it.
❏ Go through your closet and old toys to find things to donate.
❏ If you live where it snows, go play in it for a day and then relax and enjoy it from your window. If you live within driving distance of a place that might get some snow (or somewhere that makes snow for skiing/sledding/tubing) take a trip to play in the snow.
❏ Drive through your town to see everyone’s Christmas lights or go see a light show with your friends/family.
❏ Put together a small Nativity scene.
❏ Pay attention to the homeless- listen to their story, if you can, buy them something warm or something to eat.
❏ Wear tacky Christmas sweaters, necklaces that light up, earrings that jingle, reindeer antlers. Have fun with it.
❏ Go Christmas caroling at a nursing home or children’s hospital (and don’t worry if you can’t sing, these people will be so delighted anyway).
❏ Volunteer at a soup kitchen that is serving holiday meals.

Gabriel and Sam on their second date.

Gabriel didn’t realise it was his turn to pick somewhere to go (what a stupid idea he would do anything Sam wanted to) so he panics and snaps them to the first place he things of.

Much to SAMs delight it’s a dog shelter, and he gets to pet and play with all of the dogs.

Best second date ever.

Skeletons make the best pets. Shelter? They can sit out in 100 degree weather for days on end. Water? They don’t have kidneys or organs to process it into their bodies. Food? They think that shit is for wimps and losers. Basically, if you want a cool as hell pet, consider a skeleton. Scares the shit out of your annoying neighbor’s eight year olds. Go ahead, cry and wet your pants all you want, this bad boy ain’t going nowhere.

A little over a week ago, I adopted a two-year-old cat, Oberon. We bonded very quickly (this picture was taken the night I adopted him), and I cannot imagine my life without him now. He’d been adopted previous by a family, but one of their kids turned out to be allergic to cats, so they brought him back to the shelter. Which was fortunate for me because he’s my best buddy.


i am not trash

Time and time again, people discard pets by dumping them in the streets, leaving them to fend for themselves. In Canada, a group from the Quebec Society for the Protection of Animals found a dog so dirty and matted that you could hardly recognise it as a living thing.

This little dog appeared much bigger because of his matts. Underneath all that ‘fur’, revealed a wonderful, friendly boy. Now he is comfortable, clean and loved.

Every pet deserves a loving home; they are not objects we can just throw away. If you are considering getting a pet, please visit your local shelter. Your best friend might just be waiting there for you.

Curtis the Cross-Eyed Kitty has been in an Internet Sensation Feline Master Class at the Martin County Humane Society in Indiana, but he’s ready to graduate!

Of course, being an internet superstar is a lonely life, and what he really wants is someone to love him and play with him.

That’s where you come in.

If you fall in love with Curtis (happens all the time!), he’s willing to give up his online career to spend more time with you. He’s generous that way. And don’t worry about his crossed eyes - it just adds to his charm! Call 812-295-5900 or email and ask for Curtis!

Fidelity has been faithfully waiting at the Wood County Humane Society in Bowling Green, Ohio for more than a year.

She’s getting a little tired of waiting, though, and who can blame her? She can be shy in the shelter, but she opens up once you get to know her.  Fidelity is a cuddle bug, who wants a lap to curl up on!

She’s FIV+ so you have to be extra careful with her health, but a little love and devotion can overcome such a challenge!

Ready for your loving, loyal, companion?  Call (419) 352-7339!


Alice knows 2 things:

1).  Humans love the head tilt.

2).  Humans love amazing dog ears.

Being a smart and adorable dog, she has learned to combine the two things in the amazing photos you see above.

She’s staying at the Belly Up for Adoptions west of Chicago after being rescued from an abandoned building where she lost her litter of puppies. Her story isn’t all sad - her friends at Belly Up nursed her back to health and Alice is a wiggly, happy lovebug.  

Alice is great with other dogs AND super-friendly with all people. Email, or call 630-542-3559 to meet Alice!

Miss Trudy is a fun loving sweetheart who loves all humans and dogs of all sizes.  She’s in Western New York state at Going to the Dogs Rescue, but she’s ready to fulfill her wildest dream: life in a loving home of her own! 

She loves taking long walks and cuddling on the sofa on rainy days.

If you can make that happen, email or call (585) 300-6897!