[099] Beagle Freedom Project

Rusty.xmas87I like all dogs better than most people… but I have a soft spot in my heart for beagles. I guess it goes back to our family dog when I was a teenager. Rusty was mostly beagle, with a little bit of basset hound mixed in. That explained his oversized ears. When he was a puppy, everything about him was small-sized – except those ears. They hung in the water when he drank from his dish, and dripped all the way across the kitchen floor. And sometimes when he walked he would step on an ear and face plant. I felt sorry for the little guy – but it was hilarious. Eventually, he grew into his ears. He was a good boy and I have the best memories of him.

Which is why I find the following so… horrifying:

Beagles are the most popular breed for lab use because of their friendly, docile, trusting, forgiving, people-pleasing personalities. The research industry says they adapt well to living in a cage, and are inexpensive to feed. Research beagles are usually obtained directly from commercial breeders who specifically breed dogs to sell to scientific institutions.

That information comes from an organization called the Beagle Freedom Project:

bfp.beagleBeagle Freedom Project began in December 2010 when Shannon Keith received information that beagles who were used for animal experiments in a research lab were to be given a chance at freedom. Our mission is rescuing and finding homes for beagles used in laboratory research.

Testing done on beagles in university and other research facilities includes medical / pharmaceutical, household products and cosmetics. When they are no longer wanted for research purposes, some labs attempt to find homes for adoptable, healthy beagles. Working directly with these labs, Beagle Freedom Project is able to remove and transport beagles to place them in loving homes. All rescues are done legally with the cooperation of the facility.


Click here for foster/adopt info

Anyone interested in fostering or adopting a lab beagle should be aware of the challenges these dogs have. They will not be accustomed to life in a home and will not have experience with children, cats, or other dogs. They will not be house-trained and accidents will happen, although they learn quickly. Many have gone directly from a commercial breeder to the lab, and have never felt grass under their feet or even seen the sun. They will have been fed a special diet formulated for lab animals and may be difficult to adjust to new foods. They will be unfamiliar with treats, toys, bedding and may never have walked on a leash. They will have lived in cages with steel wire floors and may have inflamed or infected paws from the pressure. They may be fearful of people initially and may have phobias from a lifetime in confinement or from being restrained. They are likely to have been surgically de-barked by the breeder and have an ID number tattooed in their ear. Please also be aware that although these beagles are considered healthy, you will be given very little information about the beagle’s medical history, and you will not be told its origins or what kind of testing they may have been used for.

With time, patience, play, companionship, love – and most of all, freedom – these dogs will learn how to become dogs, and their transformation will be amazing.

Our hope is that with your help, we can encourage more research labs to release animals and give them a chance at life, instead of destroying adoptable pets.

Please watch this video. It will break your heart… and then it will give you hope.

Of course, not everyone can foster or adopt. There are so many ways we can help:

Click on this logo to learn more about the Beagle Freedom Bill:

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Click on this logo to sign a letter to test labs in your area:

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Click on this logo to learn more and help Build the ROC Rescue & Outreach Center!
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Or click here to make a donation at any level.

And spread the word about BFP – they’re on every social media platform.

Thanks for taking the time to learn more about Beagle Freedom Project and helping them succeed in any way you can. They are amazing people doing amazing things for animals who deserve so much better!

Now, watch this! for the best 3 minutes of your day/week/month.

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The End (so far)

[064] You Have What You Give

You’re about to meet Ralph. I’d say he’s the luckiest little dog in the world. But really, he’s tied for first place among so many thousands of lucky dogs, and cats, and animals of all types… who were rescued off the street or from a shelter’s ‘death row’.  Need a good cry? Want a good cry? This vid’s for you.

You don’t need a red cape to be a hero. You don’t need to sit in a vacant lot day after day, coaxing a wary, abandoned dog into a crate. You don’t even have to go to a shelter, if you don’t want to. (I can’t do that, it breaks my heart… and I’d leave with 30 dogs.) Just go to Click on the Shelters/Rescues tab and enter your zip code. BOOM! You’ve got a list, sorted by distance, of all the shelters and rescues within 35 miles (or more) of your home. If you grew up with beagles and know that you want to adopt a beagle, you can find a rescue (more than one, probably) that specializes in rescuing beagles. Likewise for every other breed. Last spring, a neighbor and I found two baby hummingbirds Ralph.Trustfallen out of the nest. I googled info on caring for baby hummingbirds. Sure enough: there’s a hummingbird rescue. I kid you not! Or, you can keep it as general as “dogs”, “cats”, “horses” or “lizards”.

Hope For Paws is the Los Angeles rescue organization that saved Ralph. They have many more heart-tugging tales on their website, along with the Adopt-a-Pet search box. Please visit them and support their work, or a similar rescue in your area.

Ralph.3monthslaterSo, pick your species or breed or all-of-the-above, and GO. Not ready to adopt, or just not in a position to be able to care for a pet long term? You can still get that hero card stamped. The people you don’t meet in the Ralph video are his foster family – the folks who gave him a temporary home after he was rescued and before he was adopted. If you can give an animal a home and lots of love for a little while, you’ve saved her.

And don’t for one minute think “Oh, I could never do that… it would be too hard to give them up!” Sure, it’s a little bittersweet to say goodbye to an animal you’ve nurtured and loved, no matter how short a time you’ve had her. But you enabled her to be adopted by her ‘forever family’ – plus, when you took her on as a foster, you freed up resources for the rescue to bring another animal in from the cold. In the end, it’s one of the most gratifying things you can do in life. And to borrow a line from the potato chip commercial: Betcha can’t foster just one!


You have what you give.

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[060] Why We Rescue

why we rescuePhotographer Theron Humphrey traveled to all 50 states over the course of ten months, interviewing people who have rescued animals. Why We Rescue is the online collection of beautiful photographs and audio clips of stories told by the folks he met along the way, one from each state. It is a quirky and touching tribute to the depth of the relationships we have with our four-footed family members. As soon as you click on a story, the audio launches and you scroll down through the dozen or more photos… I find there is something so intimate, listening to the human voice, hearing someone tell his story. It creates a focus that is entirely different than watching a video. The project was sponsored by Purina, and I think you’ll enjoy this. You can also find more of Theron Humphrey’s terrific photography on his Instagram: @thiswildidea

Why We Rescue

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Do we rescue them, or do they rescue us? Yes.

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[050] Charlie

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

On the last Saturday in October 2012, Thom and I were driving down Fairfax in Los Angeles. I don’t remember where we were headed, but I know we never got there. Instead, we pulled in to the Petco on 2nd Street. The dog rescue organization we volunteered for held its weekly adoption events there, but we had taken a break and it had many many months since we’d been involved. I said, “It’s almost noon and they’ll be setting up. Let’s swing in and see if they need an extra hand.” They always needed an extra hand.

As we entered the store it was more of a madhouse than usual. It was the Saturday before Halloween, so time for Petco’s annual human/animal costume contest. The problem for the rescue adoption was that our usual spot between the leashes and treats was being used as the “runway” for the costume event. We had to squeeze all the crates with the dogs and cats into a far smaller area just inside the entrance to the store and next to the checkout. But, you make do. So we helped them sort things out and get set up.

Just as we were about to make our exit and resume our previously scheduled Saturday morning, a woman arrived – with eight dogs in tow. She spoke only Spanish, and had brought her friend’s grandson to translate. Her name was Maria, and she was there to ask for help in saving her dogs. She was vague on the reasons why (a) she had eight dogs and (b) couldn’t keep them. But she made it clear that they were in imminent danger of being taken to a city shelter. Because she was from Compton – a troubled community in South LA known for being overrun with strays – these dogs would not have a happy or a long life in the shelter.

While it was not unusual for someone to come to the pet store during an adoption event to surrender a dog they could no longer keep, it was never eight at a time! We set about finding collars and leashes for these newcomers. Turns out they had free run of Maria’s house and large dirt lot in Compton. In other words, they were not used to wearing collars or being on leashes. And some of them were none too thrilled with the new accessories. They were mostly smaller breeds, Chi-mixes and terriers. Charlie stood out for being a bit larger than his compatriots, and so handsome. He was also clearly very special to Maria.

Part of the volunteer gig at a rescue doggy adoption event is to walk the dogs around the neighborhood, let them do their business, get out of the crate, stretch their legs, and have a little one-on-one attention. It also gives the rescue a chance to evaluate a new dog’s personality and temperament. How are they on leash? What is their behavior with other dogs and people you meet along the sidewalk? Do they have an awareness of traffic? Et cetera. Charlie looked unhappy and apprehensive in the crate with his fellow inmates. I thought a walk would do him good. He didn’t love the getting strapped into the harness, and it took me quite a while just to get him to walk with me out the door and into the parking lot.

And then all hell broke loose. Charlie went one way around a railing post, I went the other way, the leash got caught up – and he freaked out! Before I could untangle the leash and calm him down, he had shimmied out of his harness and took off running – right into traffic on 2nd Street. Fortunately, there was a red light, and what cars there were came to a stop. People were great, getting out of their cars, trying to corral Charlie. But to no avail. Luckily, instead of running out into the much busier traffic on Fairfax, Charlie looped back into the parking lot.

For fifteen minutes (which seemed like fifteen hours), we played hide-and-seek with Charlie, around, between and under cars in the lot. There were probably a dozen people, total strangers, who enlisted for the cause. But Charlie was not even a little bit interested in being captured. He was terrified. We finally had him trapped under a car and surrounded, but no one could reach him; and even if we did, he didn’t have a harness or collar, so there was nothing to grab hold of.

Charlie.FirstNight.27Oct12And then, I saw him being dragged away from me by an unseen hand, from the other side of the car. Maria had come out of the store and made a beeline for Charlie. And the drama was over as quickly as it had begun. We brought him back inside to settle down. People were drawn to Charlie, but he just cowered in the back of the crate.

Amazingly, by the end of the day, seven of Maria’s eight dogs had been either adopted or placed with fosters. The odd man out? Charlie. I don’t remember us needing much discussion about it, if any. Thom and I would foster Charlie until he found his forever people. We brought him home that night, and he was just so confused and frightened. We went to the condo’s dog run before taking him inside, and I snapped this picture of him, just cowering in the grass. I knew life would get better for him. But at this point, we were his kidnappers.

Thom and I were as charming as we knew how to be with our new charge, though he wasn’t buying much of it. He did a lot of hiding behind furniture. But, you know, when people are filling your food dish day after day… maybe they’re not so bad after all. We brought Charlie home on Saturday the 27th of October. The second photo I have of him is dated four days later: Halloween 2012. And I’m not in the habit of giving my photographs titles, but I do call this one “Trust”.trust It took quite a bit of patience on Thom’s part, but Charlie sat on the sofa with him that night… and finally… he gave Thom a kiss.


It’s hard to imagine that this is the same dog who will now try to lick your tonsils upon meeting you. But we don’t know what his life was really like in Compton, or before that. Hectic, at best. He had certainly had a misery of a transition that first afternoon at Petco. It also occurred to us, at some point in those early weeks, that Charlie very likely knew only Spanish! Our West Hollywood condo offered far more comforts for this creature than he was used to – but the poor little guy didn’t understand a word we were saying. And he must have been missing his mamacita, Maria.

Little did we know then, that first encounter with Maria and her menagerie was a much more involved drama that would unfold over the next four months. She didn’t have eight dogs. She had 40 dogs. And 60 cats. Maria was a hoarder. With a heart of gold. But muy loco. Unlike most hoarding situations, Maria (somehow) managed to take very good care of her animals. They were all spayed/neutered, vaccinated and well nourished. They also had very few behavioral issues, beyond the normal jitters.

So, Thom and I were suddenly plunged back into weekly volunteering with the rescue, while we were fostering Charlie. Every Saturday, we’d caravan down to Compton (about a 30-minute drive from the middle of LA) with several other vehicles and scoop up as many of Maria’s dogs as we could take to adoptions. (The cats were handled by another group of volunteers, with great success.) Every week we’d find fosters or adoptive parents for some of the dogs. But we’d have to return to Compton with whatever dogs were unspoken for at the end of each Saturday. That was difficult.

When Charlie had been with us for a month, he went out to the desert with us to spend Thanksgiving with our friends Chris and Fred in Rancho Mirage. They spoiled him (and us), and Charlie’s natural charm was emerging… perfect houseguest. We were all invited back. I don’t remember the exact moment Thom and I became foster failures, but it was right around then. He had found his forever family, and it was us.

Two weeks later, mid-December, another trip to Compton, another successful Saturday of adoptions and fosters. But at the end of the day, there were two critters left. One was a Chihuahua-Dachsund mix with a CBT.DogPark.Jan2013bit of a personality disorder (he hated being crated and was just nasty about it). The other was a skinny little Italian Greyhound/ something mix who was afraid of his own shadow. We had been led to believe that this was it for the dogs from Compton. There was no going back, but there was no one to take them, especially with the holidays upon us. And that is how Tiger and Bernardo came to join our club. Again, as fosters – who were destined to stay put with us. So these three amigos from Compton were reunited in our little apartment in West Hollywood. (The photo above is our first outing to the local dog park. Charlie was raring to go. Bernardo was thinking What fresh hell is this? the boys in the kitchenAnd Tiger is closing his eyes and pretending he’s not there. The dog park has never been his favorite spot, as he tends to get run over by the big dogs.)

At first, of course, Charlie was horrified at the arrival of these interlopers. It was a week or so of Mine! Mine! Mine! That’s MY food bowl! MY sofa! MY ottoman! MY people! But then I think he liked the company, and decided maybe they weren’t so bad after all. They could stay. In HIS house. That was almost 15 months ago, and what a ride it’s been! They have wildly different personalities and they’ve all come fully into their own. They’re a little competitive with each other. They’re boys. They roughhouse. Charlie has to play the Alpha card. Tiger will threaten to kill anyone who accidentally crowds him. And St. Bernardo will snarl at anyone getting more attention than he is – until you look at him and then he resumes his sleeping insweetness-and-light persona. They are clowns and comedians who make us laugh, every day. And they are world-class snugglers, with us and with each other. If only the world could take snuggling and kissing and tail-wagging lessons from them.

And that’s how this brood came to be. I reversed the “birth” order in the telling on this blog, starting with Tiger and Bernardo. Somehow it is fitting to have saved Charlie for last. He really inspired us to become parents again. And I don’t think I’ve ever known a sweeter canine soul. Dont’ tell the others I said that. But Charlie can just break your heart with one look of those brown eyes of his. In fact, I was well into tonight’s planned post on my favorite California artist, Richard Diebenkorn and his Ocean Park series. Because a little culture won’t kill you, people. But charlie.wannaplayCharlie plunked himself down on the bed next to me and started giving soft little whimpers. The most pathetic sound, really. Translates roughly as Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy won’t you plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay with meeeeeeeee?!! I looked at him and just laughed, took a few snapshots, and realized that the halfway point of this “happy” series was the perfect spot to tell you more about Charlie. But first, I let him win and played with him before blogging.

If you are considering becoming a foster for animals in transition from rescue to adoption – please do not let this story dissuade you! You most likely will NOT end up with three dogs (or cats, or rabbits, or horses, etc) charlie.thom.bwbecoming a permanent part of you family! Thom and I fostered quite a few dogs in the 18 months of our involvement with the rescue org, prior to Charlie changing everything.

Fosters are the mostly unsung heroes of pet rescue and adoption – and there is always great need for one more foster person or foster family. You can start off slowly. Offer yourself to a rescue organization as a respite foster. Especially around holidays, people have to travel and can’t take their fostered animals with them. And it’s a crisis. You can’t imagine what a gift it is to all involved – especially the animal – if you are able to take an animal into your home for a night or a weekend or a few days. Is it a slippery slope? It can be. But it doesn’t have to lead to more than you want to take on. Is it difficult to foster an animal and then let it go to a forever home? Sure, it can be bittersweet. Have I cried over watching a fur baby go off with Bernardo + Charlie.nappingonchairsomeone else? Gallons. But unless they’re ALL going to come live with you, then you quickly see how happy the dog or cat is with his new person, or her new family. And how happy they are with their new companion animal. It’s a win-win-win.

So, if you’re reading this, think about how easy it is to help save a rescued animal. If you can’t adopt, maybe you can foster. If you can’t foster, maybe you can volunteer some time or talents to a rescue organization. And if you can’t adopt or foster or volunteer, perhaps you can donate some money to help defray the costs of food and veterinary care. charlie.snoozinAn easy way to find the animal rescue and adoption organizations in your area is to go to and put in your zip code. Et voila! If you love animals, there’s nothing you can do that will put a bigger smile on your face than getting involved in rescue! And if you’re single, there’s no better way to bump into other genuinely nice single people. Now fetch!

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The Afterbath

The Afterbath. Bernardo, Charlie, Tiger: "Fine. But we don't have to like it."

The Afterbath. Bernardo, Charlie + Tiger: “Yeah, we’re clean. But we don’t have to like it.”

[017] Bernardo

When a dog is found or rescued, he may have a name that no one knows. Or, he may have been given a name at a shelter or a rescue organization that isn’t really his name and so he doesn’t know it. In buddy.nametagany event, when you foster a dog, you pretty much go with whatever name is attached to the him at that point. You’re a temporary guardian, and his forever family is likely to give their new dog a new name.

Like Tiger (who appeared in an earlier post), we rescued Bernardo from the elderly animal “hoarder” in Compton. In fact, Bernardo & Tiger came to us as fosters on the same day, back in December 2012. They joined Charlie, our first ‘refugee’ from the hoarder, who had melted our hearts in a hurry – but Charlie will have his own post.

Whereas Tiger is a feisty little Chihuahua-Dachshund mix who was hopping into our laps in no time, Bernardo was much more apprehensive. His nerves would have to be calmed, and his trust earned. I doubt he was ever called Bernardo by anyone. But when we figured out that he is a mix of Italian Greyhound and (maybe) Boxer, that name seemed to fit him a little more snugly. When we decided to keep him, we kept the name, too.

We’ll never know what situations our rescues came from, good or bad. The hoarder didn’t mistreat the animals she had – 40 dogs and 60 cats, give or take. In fact, she had them all spayed / neutered, vaccinated and they were well nourished. But we also don’t know where they were before she claimed them. None had any identification or microchips. Bernardo remained tentative and unsure of the world for quite some time. But like Charlie did before him, Bernardo made us foster failures soon after we had him with us. There is something so special about winning a frightened animal’s trust and watching him slowly, slowly relax into the feeling of being… home. It forms a powerful bond. Love really is the cure.

bernardo.nose.2These three boys get along very well. It’s natural to think that they knew each other at the hoarder’s, but it was a pretty crowded place, and so who knows? Of the three, Bernardo has been a bit of a loner. He is naturally very lean and so he gets cold more easily. If there’s a sunbeam coming through a window or on our little terrace, that’s where you’ll find “B” (the shortcut I find myself saying more and more). Or, look for the lump under a throw on the sofa or a blanket on the bed – that’s his next favorite spot. (He’ll poke out his nose to keep tabs on what’s going on outside of his blanketed cocoon.) Oh, and warm clothes out of the dryer? Fuggedaboutit! Heaven.

I think he must have hung out mostly with the cats. Maybe he was even raised by a mamacat. Because Bernardo has the most feline behaviors I’ve ever seen a dog exhibit! He rubs against things and people… arches his back as he walks under your legs… and makes this very undogly sound, it’s a happy mewling noise. He also curls up with his front paws curled under him. That’s a cat thing, isn’t it?


Anyway, dog-cat or cat-dog, Bernardo is a joy. At one point, I don’t know when exactly, I noticed he had started wagging his tail. He has learned how to play, with his brothers and with us. And he’s really kind of a lady’s man; B gets smitten. Aunt Mandy, Aunt Janice, Aunt Brooke and Aunt Maria can attest to that. Tail-wagging and playing and letting strangers “in” are three very good signs of a happy dog. He still has absolutely no idea whatsoever what to do with a tennis ball. But that’s OK. Neither do I.

Bernardo makes me happy. 
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[004] Tiger

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Tiger. Spring 2013.

We started fostering dogs who needed a temporary roof over their heads in late 2012. There was Ruby, the Irish Setter who was recovering from her spaying. There were the puppies, Tula & Kota. There was Dre, the black-and-white Jack Russell. And Riley, another feisty little guy. We hosted these critters for a few days to a month, until they went to live happily ever after with their ‘forever families’. And that’s always a happy outcome, though it can be hard to let go. I mean, we wouldn’t be doing this if we weren’t crazy nutso about dogs in the first place. We even got the puppies back for three weeks that summer, to babysit while their people traveled.

Fostering is one of the invisible pillars of animal rescue. Dogs and cats don’t go from being rescued from a shelter or from the street and go right home with their new people. It can take some time. A week, a month, longer. In the meantime, they need somewhere to go. So if you can’t adopt, please consider fostering. Call any local rescue organization or shelter. You’ll be a hero.

At the end of 2012, the rescue organization we volunteered with took on a massive challenge. One day, a woman walked into the Saturday adoption event at Petco with 8 dogs. Turned out she was a “hoarder” who had about 100 animals, dogs and cats, living with her. That’s another post! But we brought Charlie home with us that first night. Six weeks later, Bernardo and Tiger had nowhere to go, so they came to stay with us for awhile. That was over a year ago. Along the way, we joined a club known as foster failures. Charlie, Bernardo and Tiger became part of our family – or more accurately, we became part of theirs.

I don’t have a favorite. These three have such unique personalities and quirks. Tiger, though, is the little guy, a Chihuahua-Dachsund mix. He more than holds his own with his bigger brothers. He can be tiger cuddlea bit of a curmudgeon; he’s also the biggest cuddler among them. And he successfully negotiated permanent sleeps-in-the-bed status – no small compensation for the fact that he’s the only one of us who cannot get up on the bed without an assist. (We just lucked out at the other two love their crates.) Most mornings, I open my eyes and see Tiger’s head resting on the corner of Thom’s pillow.

Sure, they’re spoiled. But only a little bit. We don’t know much about what life was like for them before they were rescued, but we know it wasn’t ideal. So if we can give them great, then we all win.

Here’s to Tiger. Our little man with a big heart. 
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