Xena – Warrior Puppy – Savior of Cystic Fibrosis Soul – Hope

Xena! Warrior puppy… savior of young lady living with Cystic Fibrosis.

Her flopsy-mopsy ears, charcoal nose, and sparkling midnight eyes are no diguise for the mischevious, playful soul that resides within her gentle heart. The strands of hair that blossom from the bridge of her muzzle tease on-lookers, who can’t help but smile. Xena romps and bounces, often tripping over her own limbs. Her high-spirited nature begs for attention, and her sense of humor is shown by her frolics, often focused on her furr-buddies… who seem to be less than amused. It’s easy to be consumed by her velvety hair, and wandering strands that welcome the human touch.

My daughter has cystic fibrosis, and Xena is her 9-month old service dog, in training. Morgan’s life began with a life-flight to Primary Children’s Hospital, and a major surgery at 24 hours old. Our life as a family was turned to focus on her survival.

From the ages 1-5, Morgan experienced hand-administered chest physiotherapy and nebulized albuterol and pulmozyme, every morning and night, enzymes to digest her food, countless vitamins, and quarterly visits to CF clinics and doctors. At the age of 5, she was able to start using a “vest” for her daily therapy to help loosen the mucus in her lungs.

From the ages 6-11, Morgan had over 10 sinus surgeries for chronic sinusitus, and still continued to do her daily therapy routines. When Morgan was 12, she started to realize she was “different” than other kids. Unfortunately, this reality was made obvious by cruel teenagers and inadequate school personnel. Morgan bravely tried out for cheer-leading, only to be ridiculed by bratty school girls. She participated with the cross-country team, until her couch announced to everyone that Morgan had special needs, a highly illegal pronouncement. She was teased when she had to administer drugs through a PICC line, it’s not easy to hide.

As Morgan raged into her teen-age years, the school situation did not improve. She became rebellious, and in her desire to be in control of something… anything… she stopped doing her scheduled therapy. Her faith in humanity declined, and anger superceded her logic. It crushed me to feel like a helpless by-stander, a CF Mom.

The years that brought her into her 20’s were like tidal waves, overwhelming and all-consuming. Social media provided a pathway to relate to other people with cystic fibroris, but sadly, some of her closest friends lost their battle with CF. She was morphing into a young lady, carrying a broken heart and weakened body.

Last August, Morgan told me it was short notice, but she was getting a dog, a service dog.

(Xena and me)

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Xena is relishing her puppy world as Morgan introduces her to the routine of a service dog. Xena’s focus can be on a multitude of objects and sounds, as she seeks out her next unwilling playmate, but when Morgan says her name, the love and affection eminating from Xena to her human is genuine, and heartfelt.

It brings tears to my eyes when I watch Morgan and Xena, both are truly a blessing. Morgan’s boyfriend has also been a steady rock for her over the past year, he has been graced with understanding.

HOPE is powerful. HOPE is the most common word used in non-profit organizations.

HOPE… is a black and white furball… a soul created to nuture her hero; the brave young lady I am proud to have as my daughter.

Morgan sent me this picture… “Groomed and Thrilled”. Xena was not exactly thrilled about her grooming day. Gotta love it!

Thank you for reading my post. Enjoy your day.

Rhonda

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Majik in Montana – Dog Rescue – From a dog’s point of view

 

Hi, my name is Majik. I was rescued from a high-kill shelter in San Bernardino CA in September 2014. My Mom found me on Facebook and fell in love with me. I live in Montana now with my new Mom and furr-family.

When my Mom saw me this is what I looked like (below). She had no idea I was so sick, and I had to stay at a vet in CA for a month before I felt good enough to travel to my new home. A nice volunteer from the shelter in San Bernardino gave me a ride to Las Vegas  in October and my Mom met us there. I wasn’t feeling very well and I barfed in the volunteer’s car. She didn’t seem to mind, but she had to throw away my fuzzy blanket. I was so happy to see my new Mom and she even had a new blanket for me. I barfed in her car too.

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I was all hunched over at the shelter. They took me outside one day because they thought it was going to be the last time I would walk on the earth and see sunshine. That’s when my mom called the shelter. She had been watching me on Facebook. Mom said she just couldn’t let me die because I had such a kind soul.

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They took me for short walks when I was at the vet. I felt and looked horibble.

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Someone had filed down all of my front teeth and the nerves were showing. Mom took me to the dog-dentist as soon as she could and had them pulled. They took out 14 teeth and most of them were the size of a small pebble. I still have the pointy teeth that make me look like a vampire, and I have teeth in the back to chew my food. I felt much better – I didn’t know how much pain I was in until they were gone. Thanks, Mom!!!!

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Mom had to buy special medicines and food for my allergies. I had scabs all over my body because I had bad allergies – it was disgusting. I also got lots of baths with special stuff to help it go away.

I have been loved and snuggled and cared for every since. I have 2 furr-buddies that I live with and even though I am the biggest, they are the boss.

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Mom says I should study with her, and help with her blog page, whatever that is. . I can see this is going to be a big chore; maybe I’ll get extra treats.

Thank you for reading my story!

Dog Kisses & Hugs (maybe some slobber)
Majik

#Majikinmontana

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Santa’s Helpers – Majik – Bentley – Alix –

                                                         MERRY  CHRISTMAS!

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I rescued Majik (above) from a high-kill shelter from San Bernarndino, CA, in 2014. I live in Montana so it was a 1,500 mile trip to bring him home. I had followed him on Facebook for a few weeks and he was scheduled to be euthanized the day I had him pulled from the shelter. I don’t know why they are called “shelters”… they are more like pre-death cells. Majik is a German shepherd and Rottweiler mix. He has a mighty bark and raaarrwww, but he is a love-bug by nature. 

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I rescued Bentley from Idaho Falls where he was living in foster care, but was in danger of being returned to the local shelter. His life started off with his sister, in the care of a young lady. She was unable to keep them and gave them away. NEVER do that.. as a matter of fact… don’t get a pet if you can’t keep it for life. Bentley’s sister disappeared, and he was found in a box outside of the shelter, covered with dirt and mud, terrified. Bentley is a chihuahua mix. He still has some “issues”, but he is a funny little guy, and I love him

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Alix (female) was a gift for my Daughter from the Montana Hope Project. It was truly a selfless gift to ask for, Alix has brought our entire family so much joy for almost 13 years. She has lived a charmed and loving life, as all pets should. We love her tongue, quirky pug ways and hope that she will be with us for another Christmas.

Thank you for joining me at my post… I appreciate it!
Peace,
Rhonda

Prison Inmates in Pawsitive Change Program – Believe in Miracles

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Marley’s Mutts is a 501(c)3 Non-Profit Organization in Kern County, CA. One of their programs is the “Pawsitive Change” which is alive in the California State Prison. It is a rehabilitation program that matches death row dogs with inmates inside the prison. The program is 14 weeks during which the inmates and dogs work towards their goals; the first 6 weeks are based upon dog psychology and rehabilitation and the next 7 weeks strive for the completion of the AKC’s Canine Good Citizen test.

Iinmates are encouraged to increase their willingness to engage in positive team-settings, express their emotions appropriately, and to understand canine behavior and handling skills to benefit them while in prison, and after they are released.

Canine’s work towards signs of trust and respect, a decrease in insecurity and fear, and to improve social behaviors and obedience. Many dogs and other animals are discarded due to behavior issues and pure neglect or abuse, and through these efforts the dogs have a much better chance of being adopted.

I have been following Marley’s Mutt’s on social media and I am extremely impressed by this organization. Zach Skow is the founder of the organization and he believes that by becoming a dog rescuer and creating the well-known shelter, it saved his life. He was an addict to drugs and alcohol with only 90 days to live, and his dog, Tug, was his saving grace with his unconditional love for his owner. The dog pictured above is Hooch, his tongue had been cut out when he was found by Marley’s Mutts, and he has his own remarkable story (I’ll share that in another post).

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(Unknown Inmate)

“We live inside a place where we can’t show our emotion, it’s considered a weakness. But with this program, we can feel, give and receive affection. We become cold in here, much more cold than we we entered. But these dogs give us a chance to be human.”
(Quote: InmateParticipant Cyclell)

The full story can be found on their web page at the “Home of the Mutt Militia”.
https://www.marleysmutts.org/

THANKS FOR READING!

 

I am not a representative of the organization, I just think they are awesome!!!