Our Rescue Dog

Almost one year ago we took home Rusty (a rescue dog from California). A rescue agency, called Ginger's Pet Rescue, picked him up, immunized him and transported him to a PetSmart store in Seattle, where we purchased him. He has been an enjoyable dog for our family. This morning, Asha said, "I can't imagine our family without him." The girls love dressing him up and including him in their "house" games; the boys are constantly chasing him around, even impersonating him. He is well-loved (and also very tolerant of four active kiddos).

A poem that reminds me of Rusty's life.

RESCUE POEM

Arlene Pace
September 18, 1998

Once I was a lonely dog,
Just looking for a home.
I had no place to go,
No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find,
I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
My body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat
Or a gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice
So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me
And took me off my feet.
No one again will hurt you
Was whispered in my ear.
You’ll have a home to call your own
where you will know no fear.