Her Dr. Mommy and Dr. Daddy highlighted a lipoma that just popped up on her so that Dr. Henry could see what/where they were concerned about. So smart. I am going to start drawing on my dogs. Turns out... she is just fine so no worry.
Earlier today, the NOPD announced that the Honda carjacked from the Garden District rape victim had been recovered on 800 N. Dorgenois. Now, detectives seek your assistance in identifying this unknown subject, who is a PERSON OF INTEREST, and asked to contact Sex-Crimes Detective Derrick Williams at 658-5533 or email@example.com . As a reminder, Crimestoppers may also be reached at 822-1111 , and their is reportedly an unusually large reward being offered regarding this matter.
Rescues Beware! PLEASE Share! remember the "gay dog" story these were the owners
We rarely put up notices about individual adopters because a lot of times, there is not concrete evidence of their wrongdoing. This is not the case with these two. They are on record on video saying these things, so we are spreading the word in the hopes it reaches rescue and shelters and others so that they do not adopt another pit. Please share far and wide!
These owners in Jackson, TN gave up their family pet to a high-kill shelter because they thought it would not be able to protect THEM. Now they are looking for another (pit bull) puppy so they can train it to be more aggressive. (Luckily the word got out fast enough and the dog was adopted before it could be PTS) This is the same dog that was reportedly given up because the owners thought he was gay!! Now the owners are denying that they ever said that.
Jackson TN seems to be in comfortable driving distance of MO, AR, KY, MS, so rescues in those states close to the TN border should also be advised.
BATON ROUGE - Investigators are searching for a man who posted a video to Facebook Monday showing two dogs fighting while a group watched and cheered for one of the dogs.
The video is extremely graphic.
Spectators can be heard saying one dog is "old enough" and "ready." Another repeatedly cheered and yelled, "he gonna take that ear off."
The condition of both dogs is unknown.
The video was posted Monday on Kendrick Drummond's Facebook page, but the page has since been deleted.
Shortly after the video was posted, Drummond responded to negative comments about the post saying, "There never catch me" and "I gotta killa that needs ah contract.... Unlike lebron he leave no witnesses."
Drummond's Facebook information said he is from Amite, currently lives in Layafette, and goes to Baton Rouge Community College.
The Tangipahoa Parish Humane Society started investigating the video Monday night, and other law enforcement agencies from Lafayette to Tangipahoa Parish got involved earlier today.
They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.
But something was still missing as I
attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.
But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.
See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.
I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.” ____________ _________ _________ _________
To Whomever Gets My Dog:
Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.
So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.
First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.
He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.
Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.
He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.
Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.
And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.
I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.
Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.
If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.
All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.
Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.
Paul Mallory ____________ _________ _________ _______
I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.
I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.
“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.
The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.
He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.
His tail swished.
I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.
“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.
“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.
“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”
Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.
This was a Facebook post from today... "Just pulled up the NOLA PetCare website photos just for a little Diamond fix....made me think of everything you guys did for us....love you Nicole!! So good to catch up the other day."
Our sweet Diamond... I miss him like it was yesterday. Y'all can not imagine how attached we become to our babies. I am amazed at the number of calls, emails, etc. that I get from y'all when we need help to save a life. Bless all of you... Love you Diamond's Mommy!
"Ok they said there was 2300 last time I got the update. Surgery tomorrow afternoon! Your dr friend messaged me. She's really nice. Thank you for getting involved. I will probably go in before work tomorrow. He is HW negitive, his bladder was full when I called after work (Doctor was worried about that) thought there could have been damage but thinks he was just holding it."
Please keep his angel in your thoughts and "Saint" in your thoughts as he moves forward tomorrow. Our final financial push is tomorrow. We can do it y'all!
Waiting to hear from CT and the Vet! I sent her a text and will update as soon as possible. Paws crossed y'all! 75% of the money has been donated (thank y'all) and so the deposit is taken care of. Still some work to do and we will keep our shoulder to the wheel!
Dr. Rose is an owner of SEV... Working on the best way to donate. Update #2: Dr. Rose just posted on my FB post Hi Nicole. I'm off today, so didn't know about this. I'll see what we can do to help. Do you know who she talked to at the hospital? Dr. Rose Lemarie
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My muse... Remy
April 28, 1995 - January 27, 2008
New Orleans Pet Care - Lagniappe
A few years ago, one of my team members suggested that we add a permanent blog to our web site. As you may know, we do have an interactive Emergency Page that we use during Hurricane Season if necessary.
This sounded like a fantastic way to share information, ideas, photographs, stories, etc!
I started working on it just before Remy was diagnosed with cancer... and on March 27, 2008 (two months after he died) I started working on it again.
Nicole Douget Owner & Operator New Orleans Pet Care
I love this company with all that I have... And we give it our all. This is my passion, not my hobby... Remy's legacy leads me to continue our work here... not only with excellent pet care but it also affords me the opportunity to support the rescue/transport organizations that are so important to me. We will continue to differentiate ourselves by making sure we have a full team... ready to go everyday. We will never take vacation, we are 24/7, 365 days... we will be there when you can't. We love them like you love them. We always have and we always will!