We receive wonderful stories of TCHS alumni on a regular basis, and we want to offer our sincere thanks to all who take the time to share them with us.
We are invested in each and every pet we care for, and we want the best for them! THIS is why we do what we do. Why you give, volunteer, adopt, and encourage your friends and neighbors to do the same.
Here's an update on Stuart: He adopted us on 10-9-16 and has been the center of our world ever since. We forget that he's deaf because he is so well behaved. He is so incredibly sweet and gentle. Some of his favorite things to do are play tug o war with his "babies", go on walks around the neighborhood, sleep in on the weekend (his spot in bed is right between mom and dad, head almost on the pillow), take lots of naps, and sit on the back of the couch to keep an eye on things outside. He gets along with other dogs (mom and dad we're babysitting two other older pups for extended periods of time, and he has a new big sister named Dumpling, who is part Newfoundland and Black Lab) and demands the attention of anyone new who comes to the house. Stuart has been such a blessing to us and we can't imagine life without him!
I just wanted to Thank You again for blessing me with Bella (formerly known as Gertrude).
She is the Best Dog I've ever had. There was a connection between us from the beginning.
We rescued each other!!!
She's my protector and never leaves my side. I couldn't imagine life without her. She truly is a blessing - my guardian angel.
On my 1st encounter, I was lost in those eyes. We both were lost and found each other. I struggle with depression and anxiety. She can read my feelings to a tee. She knows exactly what & when I need snuggling.
Our story isn't over; it's just beginning! Thank you for a new beginning.
I adopted Sampson a couple weeks ago and promised to send an update and some photos as he settles in!
Sampson has been doing great - he's such a wonderful, sweet boy and has charmed everyone he meets. We've been going on lots of hikes and long walks. He's loving coming on all the car rides as I run errands, and all-in-all he's an absolute joy I can't believe I ever lived without! He went to the vet last week to get updated on his shots. This weekend we're starting training classes to work on some off-leash commands, and hopefully in a couple months we'll be going on a camping trip up in the Canadian Rockies. So very exciting things on the way for Sampson!
I've attached some of my favorite pictures from the past couple weeks, hope you guys enjoy them :).
Thank you again for all your help and I'm so, so happy he's part of the family now!
Iris and Sage
Both Iris and Sage (which were temporary names at intake) were in need of some TLC as you will see in the “before” picture. I won’t have to tell you which picture is the before shot, but notice the other dog is in the back corner They were later renamed Scooby Doo and Scrappy Doo. We were unable to tell their age due to them being too frightened of having their mouth touched. Both were very skittish but would allow petting. We couldn’t even tell if they were a boy or girl at first because of the massive clumps of fur and fecal matter. The lady who brought them in got them from her 80 year old neighbor who just found out she had cancer. She asked that they be taken to us so we could find a new home for them since she wasn’t able to care for them.
One of our valued volunteers came in to give them a transformation of great proportion. Both were adopted last Friday and today’s follow-up calls report they are perfect dogs and well-trained. Scrappy Doo is now named Norman which fits his new dignified appearance.
Esme came to the shelter as a stray in January. She came down with an upper respiratory infection and spent some time in a foster home before she was adopted. After spending almost two months with us, Esme was adopted on March 10th. Her new family has named her Bella and sent us this update:
We adopted Esme, now Bella, last Friday and we couldn't be happier! She's adjusted so well and is causing trouble during the day and sleeping with us all night. Thank you for everything you did for her!!
Rudy came to us in December because her owner passed away. Rudy was a finicky cat and would have good days and bad days during her stay at the shelter. When Rudy was sweet, she was really sweet. When Rudy had cattitude, Rudy really had cattitude! Rudy strongly dislikes other cats, so being in the cat room alongside 30+ other felines was WAY out of her comfort zone. She was crabby, to say the least, and not presenting herself well to adopters. We decided to move Rudy to a separate area in the shelter where she wouldn’t have any kitty neighbors, which did wonders to improve her mood, but this also meant she was less visible to customers. Her description on the website included a note that she could be visited upon request, we posted her on Facebook, and then we crossed our fingers.
Rudy’s cattitude took a back seat when she was with Laura, one of our amazing animal care employees (also resident cat whisperer). If someone wanted to meet Rudy, Laura would be the one to introduce them so people would be more apt to see Rudy’s good side. Rudy stayed with us for 2 months before finding her new home.
Here is an update from her new Mom:
She is nothing like she was described: in a good way! She has shown no attitude and is super cuddly all the time. She loves her toys and is adapting well! She's eating and using the litter box as well. She just doesn't quite have a schedule down yet so she likes to try and play during nighttime but that will get better with time. She's so sweet.
The first time I met Grizzle, formerly Shadow, my mother had pointed the little black ball of fluff out to me. He was huddled in the back of a cage filled with other kittens. He didn’t seem too concerned about anything other than the fact that we’d just woke him up from a nap. He seemed so small to me, my first kitten, and after a few minutes with him I knew that we were going to take him home.
Grizzle came home with us to help fill a hole in our household. We had recently lost our cat, Molly, who had been with us for thirteen years. It soon became obvious to each of us how large that hole really was, after a few weeks without her. After bringing Grizzle home for the first time, each of us was excited to go visit him in the room we’d secluded him to for the first two weeks (mind you this was necessary due to the fact that he was sick with an upper respiratory infection and we had another cat in the household). It was fun to go and sit with him, have him crawl all over you and explore his surroundings before settling on your lap to sleep like the dead, showing us just how much of a kitten he was and still is. (He’s actually sleeping on me right now, as I’m writing this. Little goof-nut complains every time I move too much.)
The name Grizzle comes from the color of his fur. When we first met him he was a little black fluff, but some silver/grey tips peeking out here and there. So logically, our first thought was a silver tipped grizzly bear. Well Dad’s first thought was Killer, but we nixed that. So, Grizzle it was, and the name is only reinforced now that certain parts of his fur have been overtaken by grey. This leaves him with a grey butt and underside of his tail, a bit of it crawling up his back, and the strangest little tuft just above his nose.
I’d have to say the funniest quirk he has is his love of playing fetch. Yes, fetch. I wasn’t actually convinced he was a cat at first. After my mother had changed out her shoelaces one day, he got ahold of one of the discarded laces and started dragging it around. We only discovered his adoration for the sport when he dropped the string in front of us and looked up with the same eyes a playful puppy would have. We play the game constantly now, his energy seemingly endless, ours… not so much. All of us enjoy it though, it’s funny to see him trot towards you trailing that shoelace, with that same eager step as a puppy bringing their master a ball.
He’s still quite the cuddler, despite the fact he has the whole house to explore now and another cat to play with. Oh, I haven’t mentioned Aspen yet, have I? The two of them didn’t get along all that great at first, Aspen smelling all the foreign animal smell from the shelter on one little kitten. I can understand his confusion, but after a while of being around our family, the smells faded and Aspen finally decided to join Grizzle in play. They roar up and down the hall, chasing each other. The two get along pretty well now, though Grizzle needs to learn when enough is enough during their wrestling matches.
Grizzle and Dad (who’s now retired) get along like the softies they both are. It’s not uncommon to come home and find our little black kitten sprawled out across Dad’s chest, both napping while the TV blares on in the background. Dad enjoys playing with Grizzle too, he’s home the most so he usually gets stuck with trying to wear the little tyke out. And Dad is the official morning cat-feeder, so that of course makes him popular with the short and fuzzy set. Surprisingly enough it was Dad that decided it was time to get a new kitten before I even got a chance to say anything, quote: “I missed having someone to greet me when I got home.”
Kasi (my live-in girlfriend) took a bit longer to warm up to the little fuzz ball, more worried about his treatment of her cat Aspen, who is a very timid cat, than anything. I’ve seen her playing with him recently though, smiling as she plays fetch and giggling as he complains at her for ‘bothering his rest’. It’s good to see her warming up to him finally and I think she likes him more than she lets on. Now if only he’d quit trying to steal Aspen’s food….
Mother and the kitten- oh, wait, she wants to do this one herself:
Grizzle was the perfect answer to liven things up around here. Usually the center of attention; “Where’s’ Grizzle, who’s got the kid, what’s he doing now?”, he is constantly entertaining. He just brings so much fun to the household. We haven’t had a kitten for a very long time, so it’s been a riot. We were prepared for the usual (small) amount of damage that tiny claws can bring, but the love and fun more than makes up for a few snagged spots on the couch and quilt. (Okay, maybe more than a few, but whatever.) Every morning when I open the bedroom door, he’s standing RIGHT outside the door, waiting to get in, with Aspen close behind. They will never let you forget when it’s time for breakfast, and morning cuddles!
When we first brought him home, his favorite spot to sleep on me was on my chest, right under my chin. He still curls up there at times, and I often need to push him down a bit so I can breathe! But mostly he just sprawls out wherever it’s comfortable, on or beside my lap, with little regard to anyone’s need for room besides his own. It quickly became clear that NO ONE would get any sleep if we let him into the bedroom at night, as any stray movement under the covers was reason to pounce. Not so good for sleeping. Consequently, he’s relegated to my daughter’s room, until he gets booted out of there for the same reason.
It’s so much fun to watch him grow, and see his personality develop. What a character! He’s learning all the rules of the house pretty quickly, too. A smart cookie, that one! We are trying to keep his nails trimmed, so we don’t have to declaw him. So far mostly so good, we’ll just wait till he’s done with the kitten years before we attempt to get new furniture. Might as well use the old stuff up, right? The love makes it all good, and there’s lots of it with this little guy. Back to Crystal…
I personally adore the little brat. Brat used in the most affectionate way possible mind you. He’s my lap warmer at night, showing me what I should be doing when I’m up at ungodly hours in the morning playing video games or watching TV. He likes to interrup- he’s la ying on mry hnds right now- oh he moved. He likes to interrupt me when I’m gaming by blocking my view or laying on my arms or hands as he just did. I truly don’t mind all that much though, I love the little fuzz-ball to pieces, really I do. I play fetch with him at 3:00 AM, what other pet will do that with you? He lectures me if I stay up too late, eventually giving up though and going to his own bed when I ignore him and stay up even later. Grizzle ‘helps’ me tie my shoes when I leave for work, stalking away in a huff when I finally stand up to go. When I come home he demands to be picked up, stretching up my leg and shouting insults until I comply. Then immediately wants down after I pick him up. Fickle cat. Aren’t they all? That’s why we love them though.
All in all Grizzle has found his forever home, one full of love and food and lots of toys. Oh, looks like it’s time for fetch, do excuse me.
Santos was a transfer from Leech Lake reservation. He was adopted and returned 2 days later because he was chasing the cats. He was adopted again and returned 4 days later because he was too active. This was his third adoption so I guess for Santos, third time’s the charm! Plus, this is a huge testimonial for doing open adoptions. Yes, she’s in college. But he’s going to the vet, is clearly loved and gets more attention than most! I’m guessing she also doesn’t have trouble finding a dog sitter! Have a great weekend!
I met a couple of you in my trips in, but my name is Melody and I adopted Santos. I got him on Sunday January 29th. Since he is only 11 months old I decided to change his name. I just felt that there was a name that fit him better. The first name that came to my mind was Oliver. I called him that throughout the night one night and he responded every time- maybe even a better response than to Santos- so I figured that was his way of telling me. :)
I am 19 years old and currently go to the College of Saint Benedict in Saint Joseph. I was approved through the school to get an animal to be my Emotional Support Animal (ESA). I went to at least 5 shelters and inquired about many, many dogs online before I found Oliver. This was over a span of about 2.5 months, but I had wanted a dog for years before then even. Everything kept leading to a dead end or a door slammed because I am in college. I got so close so many times. I went through so much heartache. I wanted to give up, but I knew I needed a dog and the perfect match was waiting for me somewhere. That is what kept me going.
It turns out I really was right. The first time I saw him at the shelter he had a deposit on him, but I still spent time with him in a room and absolutely adored playing with him and cuddling. The following week after going to a few more shelters I came back in just to look around and see if maybe an option would pop up. I saw him in his run and my heart stopped. I was SO excited. So I again spent a lot of time with him in a room, then put a deposit down so I could get everything ready for his arrival. I knew he was the one. I felt it the first time but in a different way because I knew he had a deposit on him. I feel terrible that he didn't work out with the couple he went home with for a couple of days, but I can't help think that it was meant to be. This is because I know Oliver and I were supposed to find each other and be together. We are a perfect match and are already so close and bonded.
He has adjusted about as perfect as possible. We live in my single room in the first year dorms. He has had no accidents inside and has not chewed anything he's not supposed to. Every time I come home, even if I just run to the laundry room down the hall, I listen at the door and he is never making noise. He sometimes just whines when I have to leave. When he wants something he does his what I call a yodel- growl type noise he does in his throat. He does very well on walks, except for when he sees bunnies. He pulls with all he has to try to go after them. He doesn't care about squirrels - just the bunnies. That is the only time he has barked. Other than the pulling, which has been getting better every day, he has done excellent outside. He responds and knows "good boy", sit, and knows the words "outside" and "potty" pretty well now. He also knows how to get my attention when he wants to go out by crying or yodeling and standing by the door. This is not loud though at all. For instance my family dog at home will bark. He knows when we are going out too because he gets SO excited when I start grabbing my jacket and his leash. He also knows he gets a treat after he goes potty.
Of course everyone loves him when they see us and ask to pet him- he just melts because he is such a sweetheart and loves meeting people. He really is a celebrity here! He is so silly, cuddly, affectionate, and intelligent. He is everything I have ever wanted and more.
Thank you so much to all the staff and volunteers who have helped me. You guys were truly amazing to me and I will forever be grateful. You are the only team that didn't just turn me down. You actually wanted me to find my companion, and it will forever mean the world to me. To US.
I plan to get him certified as an ESA. So I would get paperwork and a vest- that sort of thing. He is just absolutely perfect for this role in my life. He has already taught me so much, changed my life, and made me feel so good in a new way.
Thank you all so, so much.
Super Bowl Sunday marks the 10-year anniversary of the day I met one of my best friends, just two weeks after losing another to kidney failure.
My life was too quiet without Edgrr, so I looked online at the cats available for adoption at Tri-County Humane Society. There I saw a six-month-old, fuzzy “domestic longhair” named Harpo and knew I had to meet him.
Harpo had just had surgery. He was laying down in his cage, with his back to the door. A volunteer opened the door so I could interact with Harpo, and he turned to look at me and let out the biggest “MEOW.” Then I saw his giant feet and knew he’d be a monster.
Yep, this was the kitten I wanted.
I gave Harpo a new name, Reilly (also: Pooper, Turkey Butt, Sweet Pea, Giant Monstah Kitty), and all the attention he could ever want. In the mornings I would hold him in front of the glass door so he could chatter at the birds, and we’d take naps on the deck together. He’s grown to become THE biggest baby, snuggling in my arms while kneading me and purring with delight to the point of drooling.
A year after I adopted Reilly, I got a little sister, Rhia (also: Tiny Poo), for him – and just a year after that I got married, and the cats then got two big doggie brothers, Hairy and Chet.
Reilly thinks he’s one of the dogs: He fetches and often steals one of their beds, with no regret. He lays on his back like an otter, with his giant feet in the air. He’s a chatty fella, and he loves being wherever his Mama is; he’ll paw at the bathroom door when I’m showering, desperate to get in. He still sleeps on my feet every night and makes me laugh every day.
I love him to pieces and can’t imagine my life without him. Thank you, TCHS, for helping me find both of my meowing best friends.
And happy 10-year adoption day anniversary, Pooper! =^..^=
I just wanted to e-mail and let you all know how Jake (formerly Carlisle) is doing. We adopted Jake from TCHS in July of 2014 when he was just a 4 month old pup. He was the last of his siblings left and unfortunately had been returned a couple times due to previous people being told that his lower jaw was "too small" and that eventually when he got older, he would need his lower canines extracted. I am happy to say that over the course of time, Jake has grown to be a very healthy and happy little guy and never did end up needing his canines removed. I think that it was fate that he was brought back to you guys so that he could find his real home with us. Ironically, my husband and I were browsing and couldn't agree on adopting a Lab or a Dachshund and stumbled across Jake (a mix between both) that day at TCHS and immediately fell in love. Jake is now approaching 3 years old in April of 2017, and he loves life with his mom and dad, and brother Remi - a king charles cavalier/pomeranian mix who is about to turn 5 in January. Jake and Remi also recently gained a new little brother after this Christmas, Finn, who is a 1 year old dachshund/jack russell mix that mom and dad were fostering - and failed by adopting him. Jake and Remi already were inseparable but now have welcomed Finn to complete their mini wolf pack. All three enjoy napping together, taking turns licking and cleaning each others faces, running alongside each other in the yard and going on adventures. Jake had a wonderful Christmas with opening his gifts and having lots of newly acquired toys and treats. He is loving life in Omaha, Nebraska, where our family moved a little over a year ago, and his favorite places to visit are Three Dog Bakery and Spa (where he gets to pick out special, hand crafted doggie treats) and the local dog park. He also loves doing volunteer work with mom and dad, helping to foster fellow canines through Nebraska Dachshund Rescue and finding them furever homes. Jake also is very involved in the part-time family business of boarding fellow canines in our home who's owners are going out of town. He is a friendly social butterfly and loves to comfort and help others. Thank you SO much TCHS for bringing Jake to us, and us to him. It is a match made in heaven and he is our family - we could not imagine life without him. He helps complete us. Thank you so much for all of the wonderful work that you do in helping all of our furry friends!
Peanut and Cashew
Barbara rolled off Metro Dial-a-Ride and entered PetSmart on February 14, 2016. She was still sad about having to send her Manx cat, Amber, to live with a friend, because Amber did not adjust well when Barb moved to assisted living.
The plan that day was to look at birds and decide if she could resign herself to a finch as her pet. And then it happened. Near the birds was a lady from TCHS with a blanket-lined basket. It only took one look in the basket for Barbara to recognize that Peanut and Cashew, the guinea pigs, were meant to live with her. There was tan and white Peanut with her cowlick-crested head and sleek tan Cashew, nested next to her, both content together in the confines of the basket. She held the basket and could not take her eyes off of them.
After looking at the brochure from TCHS about caring for guinea pigs with her friend and getting advice on supplies from the TCHS volunteer, the adoption was made. Barbara sent the piggies and cage back to her home with her friend and rolled back onto Dial-a-Ride to join them.
Everything about Peanut and Cashew was a good surprise, from how content they are in their cage to how many sounds they have to communicate -- including one that indicates it's time for a carrot or lettuce. They like to cuddle while their cage is cleaned, too.
Barbara studied up on their special needs, like Vitamin C drops, and enjoys taking care of them. In fact, "the Girls", as she calls them, are now designated her assistance animals. They help keep her in good spirits.
Although they have a special bond with Barbara, coming close and listening when she talks to them, they are also popular with the other residents at Riverside in Royalton and with visitors. More than one lettuce leaf has been saved from a sandwich for "the Girls" to enjoy.
“Just wanted to update you on Winston, adopted March 18th. He's doing awesome! He's a great addition to our family, and definitely a snuggler. We're so happy to have him. Thanks for taking care of him until we found him! You guys rock!”
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