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It was a cold day. I was sleeping on the nice rescue lady's pleather couch when suddenly there was a uprising. A bird flew down the nice rescue lady's chimney and burst into the living room, uninvited. I like to think of myself as a new age kind of guy but something stirred deep inside me. I felt compelled to give chase and the puppies decided to pile on. Although we were in hot pursuit, the nice rescue lady gave a stellar performance. She is old but we were impressed with her agility and motivation. She wanted to get the bird before we did! Finally, ever so gently and in a flurry of feathers she opened the front door and released the intruder. You might think that this is the end of the story. No way! The bird came down the chimney again! Our chase was interrupted by the nice rescue lady, who called a meeting. "There are two kinds of meetings," she explained. In an informational meeting your input is not requested or allowed. The other type of meeting is called "discussional". We don't need to talk about that right now because you would be compelled to say something. Your job right now is to listen. Thankfully, we were smart enough to know she was in alpha mode

"Do you want to be adopted to a loving family?", she asked. We realized this was a rhetorical question and we nodded in unison. The nice rescue lady talked about instinct and prey drive. "You exist in a world where you will be well fed, housed, socialized, trained, exercised, entertained and vetted. I would suggest that prey drive and instinct might get you into trouble. I have invited the bird, whom I have named "Fleet", to live with us until this cold weather passes.

Our attention span is short. Some of the puppies started to play with bubble wrap that they found in the nice rescue lady's office. Since dogs sleep 16 hours a day, the older dogs started to dose off. The nice rescue lady was a teacher in a former life and she realized she had lost her audience. The meeting was adjourned.

This is the type of thing we deal with every day. As a result, we have new skills. For example, if we were adopted by a family that raises chickens, we may think twice about chasing them. If you would like to adopt one of us, please call 513-238-7033. Love, Palmer

My name is Pepper, the Shetland Sheepdog mix and I have a story for you. Last Tuesday started out like any other Tuesday. Nikki the Pomeranian and I woke up, ate breakfast and went out in the back yard to smell around. After an hour we were bored so we went to the back door and let the nice rescue lady know that we wanted to come back in the house. She opened the door and Nikki and I zoomed into the kitchen but when I got to the living room, I slid to a halt. There in front of me was the Evil One - the vacuum cleaner. I really have never liked the vacuum cleaner. It's loud. It moves quickly back and forth. It refuses to go where I want it to go. It will not listen. This is a very big deal because my job as a herding dog is to make the vacuum cleaner go QUIETLY where I WANT IT TO GO, which is back in the closet. So now you understand the motive behind my next move. Just as soon as I saw the evil one, the nice rescue lady turned it on and it started roaring and moving back and forth. I lunged at it, no, I bumped into it and started pinching it. Since the nice rescue lady understands me and realizes this behavior is nothing new, she just said "Git". That was it. It was over. No big deal. Well unfortunately, the next day it turned into a very big deal. Apparently when the vacuum cleaner ATTACKED me, Nikki was watching me closely. How did I know she was planning a counterattack of her own? So on Wednesday, Nikki and I did the usual. We woke up, ate breakfast and went out into the back yard for some power sniffing. An hour later, as usual, we let the nice rescue lady know we wanted to come back in the house. We were all back in the living room again and the nice rescue lady turned on the vacuum cleaner again. Once more it started roaring and moving back and forth. Once more I jumped on it and started pinching it to make it go back in the closet. Just when I thought I was making progress Nikki came from nowhere and JUMPED ON THE VACUUM CLEANER, TOO! Unfortunately, we both pinched the vacuum cleaner bag at the same time. Then everything went gray. The resulting explosion was very dramatic. The was a loud woof! and dust filled the entire house, covering the furniture, the piano and the houseplants (but now that it's all behind us I can tell you it was one of the coolest moments of my life and I will always have great memories). Nikki and I found out that the nice rescue lady can move pretty fast when she wants to. She coughed, took a deep breath and held it, closed her eyes, pulled the vacuum cleaner toward her and grabbed for the on/off switch. I would say that, overall, I was very satisfied with the final outcome. The vacuum cleaner was finally silent. It went back in the closet. In my world, that spells success. The nice rescue lady was less enthusiastic, however. She just sat down on the dust-covered couch and shook her head. OK, although I know that the explosion was somewhat my fault, I don't think I should be held totally responsible. After all, months ago I was the one that told the nice rescue lady to go bagless. Somehow, Nikki skated. She told the nice rescue lady that at the time of the attack her prey drive was peaking, she didn't feel like herself and she was operating purely on instinct. The nice rescue lady forgave her and with time I think she will forgive me, too. My name is Pepper and I am just another Country Dog rescue overachiever. If you would like to adopt me, please call 513-238-7033. Love, Pepper.

My name is Indy and I'm the yellow Labby puppy that's been helping the nice rescue lady with a little home remodeling project. Everything has been great so far! OK, right now she's mad at me because things turned a little ugly real quick a couple days ago but I SWEAR it was an accident. I was jetting around the kitchen chasing my BFF Pepper while the nice lady was laying vinyl tile. I accidentally went maybe a little too fast and knocked over, no, FELL over a bucket with some smelly, yucky tasting glue in it. Trust me, I know! The sticky stuff squished in between the pads of my feet so I had to eat some. Since I have a short attention span, in just a minute I realized that instead of cleaning myself up I needed to chase Pepper again because she was getting away. We're puppies - that's how we roll. The nice lady couldn't react fast enough to prevent me from zipping off so I made really kool glue footprints everywhere. The nice lady picked me up and rinsed off my paws but frankly, I think she could have been a little gentler. After my paws were rinsed it was about noon and time for lunch. As you can see, I'm an overachiever so I figured after all the excitement I could take a nap and still call my day a success. I laid low in the recliner with Pepper while the nice rescue lady cleaned up the rest of the mess. You know what though? I still like her, but she should have been more careful. I really don't think I should be blamed because when I run, my ears turn inside out and it looks like I'm going faster than I really am. I can't help it that the glue bucket was right in the way. Anyway, soon after I fell asleep the nice lady opened the front door and I realized a car ride might be involved. I woke up from my nap and jumped all over her, begging her to take me with her. She later said she didn't notice all my dog hair stuck to her fingers until she handed the hardware store cashier some money for more glue cleaner. I bet that took some explaining! Anyway, my name is Indy and now you might understand why. Love, Indy

My name is Bandit and I have an agenda. I am going to tell you my story and attempt to steal your heart! On a snowy day two years ago I was dropped off at a county kill shelter. At the kill shelter I was placed in a crate with lots of other puppies. I overheard the dog warden as he called the nice lady at Country Dog Rescue. Within hours I saw her face peering at us through the crate door. The nice lady looked at me and said "Hmmmm.....Lab/Border Collie mix? This one could be trouble!" In that minute I decided that my best option was to lay low and behave. We all made the trip from the kill shelter to Country Dog Rescue, where for two weeks I stayed under the radar. Shortly after I passed my health assessment I was adopted. My new owners had a granchild that visited often and I really liked to play with him. When I say I liked to play with him I mean I REALLY liked to play with him! In true Border Collie style, I herded him, pinched him and jumped up on him. My new owners became concerned because their grandchild had a problem with his vision and he could not always see me coming when I surprised him with my body checks. After trying for months to curb my enthusiasm, my owners decided to return me to Country Dog Rescue. When the nice rescue lady saw me again she said "What a beautiful dog!". But after spending a few hours with me her tone changed and she said "#*^bleep*%$bleep". I smelled trouble. For the first few months I really tried hard to behave but it was hard. The nice lady became frustrated. "Bandit", she said "You need more exercise and you need a job to do". So every day we packed up the puppies in her car and went to the park. She said she chose the park because she was looking for something she lost about the time I was returned to her - something she called Zen. Since I am a great dog off-lead, my job was to show the puppies that we could stay close to the nice lady and still have fun. And OMG did we have fun! I loved to knock the puppies over, roll them around in the grass and listen to them squeal. I also liked to crash into the nice lady and watch her fall to her knees because then I could lick her face too much. Just when things were really getting exciting, the nice lady tried to make me sit down and listen. Since I didn't do either of those two things very well, her message was lost. Now that I look back, I vaguely remember what she said. "Bandit, we take puppies to the park to teach them several lessons. 1. DON'T throw up in the car. 2. DON'T crawl under the clutch, brake or gas pedals. 3. DON'T lick the nice lady's glasses when she's trying to drive. 4. DO sit down when the car is moving. 5. DO keep your paws to yourself. 6. DO fall asleep in the car on the way home so the nice lady can survive the trip. But the most important lesson was this: DO stay close to the nice lady while we play, DO come when you are called and DON'T get lost. For a while we all did our best and we settled into a comfortable routine. Then one day something went very wrong. We all rode to the park as usual, but when the nice lady opened the car door something the nice lady called "instinct" took over. A squirrel showed up and we all bolted out of the car and ran in different directions. In an instant we were all out of sight and the nice lady panicked. She called our names but we did not come. She walked up and down the park road for 15 minutes and could not find us. We were lost! The nice lady sat down on a park bench and put her head in her hands. But then after a few minutes she felt that something amazing was happening and she looked up. In true Border Collie style I had rounded up all the puppies and we were all running full speed toward the nice lady. When I knocked her off the park bench she didn't even care. She gathered up the puppies and said I was a hero. She also said that in a couple of years (after I got my yah yahs out) I would be a really good dog - then she would post me on the website and find me a good home. I am Bandit, a hero and comedian. I am beautiful, resilient, smart, energetic and fun. Would you like to adopt me?

My name is Lovie and I am one of the newest arrivals at Country Dog Rescue. Although I am listed as a German Shepherd mixed breed puppy, in truth the nice Country Dog Rescue lady has no idea who my parents are - she says I am probably a Heiniz 57 kind of guy. The rescue lady says that although my genetic makeup is uncertain and I'm not blond, fuzzy or particularly smart, I am, in fact, a special puppy with a beautiful story to tell. My message to you is very powerful so I hope you will continue to read on. My former owner brought me to the kill shelter on June 20th. The dog warden at the kill shelter knows that if he can find a rescue to take the puppies that come in to the shelter shortly after the puppies are dropped off, the puppies have a better chance of staying healthy and alive. So as soon as I was relinquished by my former owner, the dog warden called the nice rescue lady and she said she should come quickly to pick up me and my four brothers and sisters. The nice rescue lady jumped in her car and headed for the kill shelter as fast as she could. Well, the ride from the rescue to the kill shelter takes two hours. Unfortunately, the car lost power and the nice rescue lady was forced to guide it slowly to the side of the road. The nice rescue lady walked to a nearby home to get help but no one was there. She tried to call for help on her cell phone but she could not get a signal. I'm not really sure if the water droplets on her cheeks were raindrops or tears of frustration. Just when things seemed hopeless, an angel of mercy appeared driving a red SUV. "Do you need some help?", the angel said. The nice rescue lady explained her situation. The angel called a state trooper and a tow truck and things started to look up. "Let me give you a ride", said the angel. So the rescue lady got into the angel's red SUV, realizing that she was lucky to get a ride back to the her house. Silently she worried about the fate of me and my litter mates. When the angel and the rescue lady drove off, the angel headed east to the kill shelter, still over an hour's drive away. "We should go west to get to Bethel", said the nice rescue lady. "I know", said the angel, "but we're going to save the puppies first". The nice rescue lady could not believe that the angel was going to drive for hours and hours to pick up and deliver five puppies that are not blond, fuzzy or particularly smart. The nice rescue lady couldn't believe she was the one being rescued! "Why are you doing this?", said the nice rescue lady to the angel. Here's what the angel said. A few years ago the angel was driving down the very same highway when her car was struck broadside by a man who should not have been driving. Her car was heavily damaged and ended up in a ditch. The angel said she could not feel her legs and the car was burning. The angel knew in that moment that help was not going to arrive quickly enough and that she was going to die. She worried that she had not told her kids that she loved them before they left for school that morning. Then she prayed and asked for help. Suddenly, many people arrived and they all worked together to pull her from the car. She was taken by helicopter to a trauma center. "She will never walk again", the doctors said. But the doctors had underestimated the angel's spirit and her will to live. Two years later the angel walked out of the hospital with a new life mission - to rescue stranded motorists in the same way that she was once rescued. Today is June 21st and the nice Country Dog Rescue lady and a litter of five puppies are doing well thanks to the efforts of one very beautiful angel in a red SUV.

Our Featured Human...

My name is Maslow and I am one of the puppies hanging out at the Country Dog Rescue until I find my fur-ever home. One day I was talking to the nice Country Dog Rescue lady and I told her I had some extra time and wanted to help out. The nice lady loves volunteers so she decided to take me up on my offer and asked me to write a new section for the website home page. She said "Maslow, we have a Featured Pet section on the home page and it's only fair that we should have a Featured Human section, too". Right then and there I decided to feature a man that I admire, although sadly, we never met. His name is Will and he was the father of the nice rescue lady. In our first face-to-face interview I asked the nice lady to tell me about Will. "He was a ten year cancer survivor", she said proudly. Then I asked her if he was a good father. The nice lady paused and thought about Ward Cleaver on "Leave It to Beaver" and said "Not in the traditional sense". Next I asked her "What one important quality did he have that made him so special?". She paused for a longer time and slowly said "He challenged me and expected great things". Will understood the physical, emotional and financial costs involved in rescuing kill shelter puppies so on the day he died he asked the nice rescue lady a difficult question that easily could have broken her heart. "Why would anyone EVER want to adopt a Country Dog Rescue puppy?", he said. Even though the nice rescue lady knew that time was short and Will's life was slipping away, she wanted to take the time to formulate a strong and meaningful response, confident that Will would have Internet access in Heaven. Here is what she said:

Country Dog Rescue adopters are loyal. They try to provide the best home for their newly adopted puppy. If things change and they can no longer provide a loving home, they return the puppy to the rescue so another great adopter can be found. Country Dog Rescue adopters are patient. They are able to tolerate typical puppy behaviors and are committed to training and socialization. Country Dog Rescue adopters understand the concept of self-sacrifice and are willing to forego their physical, emotional and financial needs on a temporary basis to care for their puppy. Country Dog Rescue adopters are trusting. They trust that the rescue is fully committed to the health and happiness of puppies and adopters. Country Dog Rescue adopters are appreciative. They recognize the value of social change and improvement and proper stewardship of the earth's resources. Country Dog Rescue adopters are kind and treat their puppies with gentleness and generosity. Then the nice rescue lady prayed. "Dad, if you can hear me, grab your laptop and read about the answer to your question on the website home page. In a nutshell, Dad, Country Dog Rescue adopters understand and practice all the component parts of this nebulous thing we call "LOVE".


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Who We Are

Country Dog Rescue, Inc. is a small non-profit organization whose mission is to rescue mixed breed puppies in mortal danger. Each puppy taken in by Country Dog Rescue was scheduled to be euthanized by gassing or lethal injection. Unfortunately, this is not the only danger our puppies have faced in their short lifetimes. The puppies we rescue may by neglected, abused, starved, anemic, tick and flea invested, malnourished, or riddled with intestinal parasites such as roundworms, whipworms, tapeworms, hookworms, coccidia and giardia. Their immune systems are compromised, leaving them vulnerable to Parvo and bordatella viruses. Many of our puppies come from county kill shelters that cannot provide any vet service other than euthanasia.

Country Dog Rescue will not take in a puppy that is visibly ill, or a puppy that has the potential to be an aggressive adult. We have a mandatory spay / neuter policy, therefore we do not accept puppies from private owners who have allowed their unspayed or unneutered dogs to breed. Country Dog Rescue works with potential adopters who are fully committed to adopting a rescued puppy and providing a forever home. Our adopters are a vital link in the chain of individuals who provide support for puppies in need. Although our adopters are searching for a family companion, they also have the desire to make the world a better place.

Country Dog Rescue has a mandatory a two-week health assessment period. Within 24 hours the puppies we take in are bathed and examined by a vet. They are immediately vaccinated and treated for all intestinal parasites and other illnesses as needed. When our puppies are strong and healthy, they are spayed or neutered. In the unlikely event that a puppy is adopted prior to spay/neuter, strict guidelines and follow-up are in place to ensure compliance.

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In consideration for an adoption donation of ____ dollars, ownership and control of the puppy described above is hereby transferred from Country Dog Rescue to the new owner listed below. The adoption donation is only returnable within thirty days from the date of transfer.

It is agreed and understood that this puppy is being acquired as a pet and companion; it will neither be continuously tied nor allowed to run loose. It shall have access to a suitably fenced area adjacent to the new owner's home. If no fence is available, the new owner agrees to keep the puppy on a leash. If a puppy is adopted prior to spay / neuter, the new owner agrees to make arrangements for surgery prior to adoption and to provide Country Dog Rescue with the name of the puppy's veterinarian and the date of service. The new owner agrees to vaccinate for rabies at the appropriate age. If the new owner fails to provide proof of spay / neuter, Country Dog Rescue reserves the right to revoke the adoption agreement and take possession of the puppy.

It is further agreed that this dog will NOT be sold, given away, destroyed or otherwise disposed of without first notifying Country Dog Rescue. Country Dog Rescue will be given the first option to acquire the dog.

The new owner understands and agrees that the dog is placed with no guarantee or warranty of any kind. The new owner agrees to release and hold harmless Country Dog Rescue from any and all liability or responsibility in connection with this puppy.

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Country Dog Rescue is located at 260 East Plane Street in Bethel, Ohio. Call 513-602-5520 for additional help with driving directions and to schedule a visit.
Country Dog Rescue
260 East Plane Street
Bethel, Ohio, 45106
Phone: 513-767-2018

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