New year, new name, hopefully a new family to boot

Eve

Hey everyone!! I’m Eve. They call me this because my old family moved away without me, and the nice neighbor lady was feeding me until New Year’s Eve. It was going to get really cold that night, so she called and some nice people came and picked me up.1

The first night in my foster parent’s house they let me sleep with them in their big bed, and my foster mom laughed all night because every couple hours I would wake up and jump around on the bed then cuddle up really close to her. Boy do I like being part of a family again.1619586_10151958237631200_201308560_n

She says I’m a big goof ball because I just LOVE to cuddle, which means laying right on top of you, right?? I also a have a baby foster sister here (she doesn’t have hair like me), and I look out for her like a good big sister would, right?1779752_10151958237656200_364641643_n

I also have 3 foster fur-siblings that I LOVE to play with. We rough house as much as mom lets us, but we also love to cuddle together.2

Everyone that meets me tells me how pretty I am, and says I’m such a “sweetheart.” I don’t know what that means but I think it’s good because they always pet me and let me lick them.4

I love my foster family, but I can’t wait to have a family to call my own. I just want a home that I can cuddle with my people in and a family that hugs me and kisses me good morning and good night every single day.5

Come meet me at one of our adoption events. Are you my FURever family??

To learn more about Eve, click here: http://www.adoptapet.com/pet/10366372-detroit-michigan-american-staffordshire-terrier-mix

To learn about Home FurEver’s adoption process, click here: http://www.homefurever.com/How_to_Adopt.html

Who says dogs and cats can’t be friends?

We often hear from people who would love to foster a dog, but don’t think it’s possible because they own cats. It’s a myth as old as time- dogs and cats are mortal enemies and just can’t get along. We’re here to prove that myth wrong!

Meet Ace.

1455142_10151820584197877_1974042480_nWhen this sleek little kitty was first rescued, he was a scared, timid little guy who wouldn’t dream of approaching any of the dogs in the house. But he soon decided to give it a try.

1888497_10151944700067877_862134824_nBefore long, Ace couldn’t get enough of the dogs! He cuddled with them, played with them, and quickly became best friends with them.

1779339_10151937521647877_1881302332_nOver the past year, Ace has had the pleasure of sharing his family with several foster dogs. Some of the dogs are quick to become friends with Ace, but others aren’t always so nice in the beginning. Yet in the end, he always wins them over.

1724100_10151937518492877_48838966_n 1656382_10151945075097877_290393439_n 1653879_10151944697697877_2071873037_n 1604828_10151944707907877_1727215863_n 1560709_10151937517792877_134612603_n 1557516_10151937523322877_1109412636_n 1526643_10151937535097877_1489030977_n 1013211_10151937514112877_1370324947_n 68484_10151937516137877_971695136_nWith the right introduction, some patience, and a little correction, most dogs and cats can learn to be friends- or at least coexist. Ace isn’t the only kitty to make friends with his family’s foster dogs- check out these other cat and dog friendships!

1796477_10202864771408396_685915383_n 1690493_10152153098611405_80373963_n 1622142_10102021352829738_872937840_n 1507966_10203004368014187_861568165_nCats aren’t the only ones who want to get in on some puppy love. These dogs have bunny friends, too!

1623436_10151937525112877_91738505_n 1557541_10151944704607877_1107521297_nDon’t let your cat hold you back! Fostering a dog or puppy saves a life. For more information on becoming a foster family, visit us at http://www.HomeFurEver.com or http://www.facebook.com/HomeFurEver

April is no fool; she wants a home of her own

April is no fool! It has been almost one year since April was found by the Detroit Police Homicide division during an investigation. It was on April 1st, 2013 when she heard the sounds and came crawling out of a dilapidated garage asking for help. photo 1 Thanks to the kind souls that called HFE April was saved. Her road to recovery was not an easy one; her wounds were very severe. photo 3There was talk about April needing skin graphs and needing her leg amputated, but she had many people fighting for her and angels on her side. photo 4After spending over 30 days in the hospital she walked out on all 4 legs with just a few scars.

April

April

April remained in a cast for another 60 days while rehabbing with her foster. She became an inspiration to everyone for many reasons; everyone saw a little bit of themselves in her. Her ability to stay so sweet and loving with everything she went through was touched everyone’s heart. April also had a hidden talent (or not so hidden), like most pitties April loves to give kisses.

Gemma, April and Jack in the Kissing Booth

Gemma, April and Jack in the Kissing Booth

April’s foster mom had an idea; she wanted to help change people perceptions about Bully breeds and she wanted to help raise much need funds for HFE.

April and Gemma

April and Gemma

The Kissing Booth was born and April and her foster sister were ready to kiss. Every time the booth was set up April jumped in and kissed the day away.b As the months went by April was still looking for her Furever home. And now as we reach April’s one year anniversary we all wonder; why has she not been adopted yet? Is it her scars? I personally see them as a sign of strength and perseverance. April still remains a very happy loving girl that is ready for her furever home and ready to kiss.c

To learn more about amazing April, click here: http://www.adoptapet.com/pet/9096694-detroit-michigan-american-staffordshire-terrier-mix
To learn how to adopt April, click here: http://www.homefurever.com/How_to_Adopt.html

The joys of fostering

Working with Home Fur-ever has been a great experience.  Each dog that enters my home and heart leaves me with a deeper understanding of so many things.

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

 Like unconditional love, the kind of love that allows trust to re-emerge and bloom.  And trust, not only in yourself, but in others, and in the process that is life.   To respect discipline, routine and structure, as we all need fences as much as freedom.   And to live each day to the fullest.

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

To dance, sing and be silly with the fur babies as they learn to live again.  Oh, and marvel at the power of food.  Let me share a bit about some of my fur babies that came into my life, and how we are all richer for this.

Luca is a special boy.  My friend, another nurse, contacted me to say his mom was in her ICU after having a seizure while driving, got into an accident and may never recover.  No one wanted him (yes, a pibble- my cute word for pit bull), and he was only a year old.  Living in Royal Oak, if he was taken to the shelter he would surely have been put to sleep.

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

She asked me to take him, and our director kindly agreed.  Although one of the best, sweetest mannered pits I ever had, he just sulked around the house.  This lasted for weeks.  Then one day he outwardly started crying.  I didn’t see anything wrong, so I contacted my friend to ask about his human mom, only to find out she had just died.  I consoled him as best I could.

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

 Then the work began, getting him to enjoy my yard and play with the other two large dogs.  Play with other dogs was new to him, but he started really enjoying himself.  But he always seemed like he wanted something more.  Finally, his forever family came to our Belleville event.  Not only was the dad a nurse, but played poker using Godfather names, loved the name Luca, AND was looking for a well mannered pibble to stay with his wife during the day.  Match made in heaven!

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

Trigger is another special boy.  His mom surrendered him as he was in her apartment and the manager gave her the weekend to get rid of the dog or off to the shelter on Monday.  He is a German Shepard/Husky mix. And hyper-anxious.  When I would walk him, he would bolt for car tires, bikes, squirrels, motorcycles and trucks.  Nothing could get close to me, according to him.  This went on and on, until someone came to the event thinking he was a German guard dog called a Hovawart.

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

When I texted his mom, she filled me in on the rest of his story.  He had been trained to be a guard dog for her son, who was a heroin addict who became homeless, and she took the dog in.  Now it made sense.  He needed to be deprogrammed.  Along with some help from others in the rescue, our work began.   You could see him getting more “comfortable in his own skin”, and learning to trust and love again.  Kisses and smiles galore.  And taking him with me as much as I could, introducing him again to bikes and boats, skates and motorcycles, on his terms.  Then his forever family came to our event at Freedom Hill.  They spent a lot of time with him, and really enjoyed his spirit.  With the help of another experienced handler, we introduced him to his new fur sister.  They are now best friends and inseparable.  I get frequent pictures and updates about how great he is doing in their home.

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

Then there is my sweet Brianna.  One of our rescuers found her tied to a fence, for five days, while looking for another dog she heard was loose and mangled in the area, then saw children throwing stones at her and laughing.  She untied her from the fence, and asked for a rescue.  Our director kindly agreed, and we began the vet care and spay.  She is a spirited girl, but incredibly sweet and trusting, and taught my shy pibble to like people and trust.  She loves to play with every dog in my home, and her sweetness is infectious.  She found her forever home with a lady and her two children who adore her, and when I go to see her, she is deliriously happy to show me her new surroundings and family.

Why Foster?

Why Foster?

So, I get asked frequently, why do I foster?  I think I am being asked “what’s in it for me?” And to that, I answer, this is why….All the love, the joy, the pride, in watching my fur babies shake off all that bad back story, and make their own new ones.  I watch this, and imagine the possibilities for me…if I love, trust in the process, live each day to the fullest, respect the discipline of life.   This is why.

To learn more about Home FurEver visit our website at http://www.homefurever.com

To become a foster, complete our foster application here: http://clicktohelphomefurever.com/Foster_.html

The Fine Art of Selfishness: How I became a volunteer with Home FurEver

The Fine Art of Selfishness: How I became a volunteer with Home FurEver

How I became a volunteer

How I became a volunteer

Facebook “fate” is funny. One day you ‘like’ an alternative pet food company and the next thing you know, you are bombarded with every conceivable page that had anything to do with every pet related thing ever. That is how it began for me. It was almost one year ago when Home FurEver popped up on my timeline. They were looking to help a little dog who suffered from frostbite. It was a severe case and his fate was unsure. The images that were posted were very graphic and heart wrenching. I was drawn to this frosty dog and needed to see that his story would end well, so I clicked ‘like’.

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

In the days that followed, I noticed more and more dogs being helped by this group. Some dogs surrendered, some saved from unthinkable conditions, some born into rescue. I am a very empathetic person. I could feel the pain and fear coming from each image. It soon became almost too much to bare. I had 2 choices: unlike, or help.

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

Even the almighty ‘unlike’ button wasn’t enough to make those images go away. I couldn’t ‘unsee’ or ‘unfeel’ what those dogs were going through. I could not pretend that there was nothing that I could do. They needed me. Selfishly, to ease my own mind, I had to help.

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

I sent a message and was asked to come in before an event and fill out a volunteer form and go through orientation. I was nervous, but I was compelled to do this. These dogs needed me. As my orientation went on, the dogs started to arrive. I had expected hear Sarah McLaughlan singing sad songs and to see very somber, neglected, lost furry souls running in slow motion into their assigned crates. What I saw was so very far from that.1451386_10200935637940736_939780650_n I met Omega (Meg) with her tie dye shirt that covered up her healing mange. Meggie kissed me so hard, I almost fell over. Big love bug, Lulu (who, sadly, has gone over The Bridge) would let me sit next to her crate and give her the best butt scratches! Someone even asked if I would hold a couple of puppies while the paper in their crate was changed. (Hold a puppy? Really? You need to ask if I WANT to hold a puppy?)1475845_10200935647740981_162399046_n

Oh, these dogs needed me, alright, but not in the way that I thought they would. They needed me to help them celebrate their second chance at a happy life, not mourn for the life that they were denied. They needed me to give them a run in the back lot, to introduce them to their forever family, to give them a good butt scratch and a place to land a big wet kiss, to marvel at the wonderful dogs they have become thanks to their amazing foster families. 1233050_10151673319907877_380913713_oThey needed me. I need them.   I am only able to help at events every other week. I am very selfish about my time. When it’s my day to “go to the dogs” all else takes a back seat.  If you need me, I will be at Petco from 11-4. (events are from 12-4, but I love to help with set up) 994642_10200935610020038_61117246_n

A few weeks after I started volunteering, I had the chance to meet the frosty dog, Buddy. Although he did not go unscathed, he was on the mend and one of the most loving dogs you would ever want to meet. After all that he had endured, his butt would wag a welcome to everyone he met. I was even lucky enough to find my 2nd forever dog, Zarra. I knew from the first time I met her that I needed her in my life. She needed me, too.

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

Volunteer with the good people of Home FurEver

If you would like to be selfish like me, there are many ways you can help. Foster, volunteer at events, help with the adoption follow up team, transport a dog for medical care, share the heck out of this page, donate to the never ending medical costs. Send a message and ask how you can help. You won’t regret it.1237852_10200509577769498_8319120_n

If you would like to be a part of Home FurEver, send an email to margo@homefurever.com. Or check out our volunteering opportunities at http://www.volunteermatch.org/search/opp1259176.jsp