Lola

Lola was adopted by a wonderful family from Canada. Her new name is Peanut and she was adopted with her sister, Pretzel and brother, Pepsi. Collectively they are known as the P'Snacks!

Marty Mo Jo

Just wanted to say how happy we are with Marty Mojo. He is very sweet and gets along well with Jessie Girl our other Basenji Mix. They play together and do everything together. I feel he is adjusting well and will continue to be very happy with us. Thanks again for your help Cheri and Brad

Rue

When I volunteered to be a foster for GCDR, I had NO intentions of failing at it. (Failing fostering means adopting the ones you're fostering. It's a good failure, but often leads to losing a foster home. Luckily, that's not how it works with me) I'd seen Alec Baldwin on the website and laughed at his name, and I hadn't even noticed Rue. They were transferred to my "foster care" Oct 13, 2007 and had been in rescue since Dec of 06. Both dogs were so wonderful, so awesome, I couldn't believe they hadn't been adopted yet. Rue had been turned in by his owner for chasing kids on their bikes as they rode by, and Al was a stray. Months passed and someone put in an application for Rue. I informed the prospective adopter that Rue was one of those doxies that were prone to "seasonal" and stress related seizures. They were too infrequent to treat with drugs so you just had to watch for them and help him when one happened. I never heard from that adopter again. At that time, I "saw" him. Really saw him for who he is. He's the only "normal" doxie I knew, as the rest in my pack are loudmouths, jerks, and misfits. Rue was never more than 2 feet from my side, and the spot he slept in the big bed with me would be so empty without him. I have many dogs, but the thought of Rue being with anyone else was unacceptable. I took him with me to the wiener dog races in Buda TX, and the only time I left him behind was to go to Wal Mart, and he let my host and friends know how much he missed me, and earned a new nick name of "Wooooo". , I am so happy I failed at fostering him, because he is the most wonderful dog. His "brother" Alec Baldwin, is a dachshund mix with no hair. Al is a peculiar dog with some odd habits. He has a habit of wanting to just sit on your arm, not humping you at all, just sitting there. He does the same thing to Rue, often resembling a double decker dog, just sitting there on top of him. A little weird. I hadn't considered adopting him, determined not to "fail" with him. He finally was adopted in July, but returned shortly after. The weeks he was gone, again it seemed like someone was missing from my 'family'. He loves to play 'kick the toy' and is the ONLY dog in my pack that plays it repeatedly with me, the others more interested in destuffing toys or racing around with eachother. I waited a little longer, and gave in after realizing that he'd been "in the system" for 2 years, and he fit right in my requirements of "loudmouths, jerks, and misfits" for the dogs in my pack. He's beyond clever, using any distraction created by the other dogs to sneak a bite of my food. He walks on my dining room table like he belongs there, and actually looks offeneded when I tell him to get down. I'm happy I'm the one who got to keep Al, and give him his forever home. And I changed his name...to Alec Baldone.

Alec Baldwin

When I volunteered to be a foster for GCDR, I had NO intentions of failing at it. (Failing fostering means adopting the ones you're fostering. It's a good failure, but often leads to losing a foster home. Luckily, that's not how it works with me) I'd seen Alec Baldwin on the website and laughed at his name, and I hadn't even noticed Rue. They were transferred to my "foster care" Oct 13, 2007 and had been in rescue since Dec of 06. Both dogs were so wonderful, so awesome, I couldn't believe they hadn't been adopted yet. Rue had been turned in by his owner for chasing kids on their bikes as they rode by, and Al was a stray. Months passed and someone put in an application for Rue. I informed the prospective adopter that Rue was one of those doxies that were prone to "seasonal" and stress related seizures. They were too infrequent to treat with drugs so you just had to watch for them and help him when one happened. I never heard from that adopter again. At that time, I "saw" him. Really saw him for who he is. He's the only "normal" doxie I knew, as the rest in my pack are loudmouths, jerks, and misfits. Rue was never more than 2 feet from my side, and the spot he slept in the big bed with me would be so empty without him. I have many dogs, but the thought of Rue being with anyone else was unacceptable. I took him with me to the wiener dog races in Buda TX, and the only time I left him behind was to go to Wal Mart, and he let my host and friends know how much he missed me, and earned a new nick name of "Wooooo". , I am so happy I failed at fostering him, because he is the most wonderful dog. His "brother" Alec Baldwin, is a dachshund mix with no hair. Al is a peculiar dog with some odd habits. He has a habit of wanting to just sit on your arm, not humping you at all, just sitting there. He does the same thing to Rue, often resembling a double decker dog, just sitting there on top of him. A little weird. I hadn't considered adopting him, determined not to "fail" with him. He finally was adopted in July, but returned shortly after. The weeks he was gone, again it seemed like someone was missing from my 'family'. He loves to play 'kick the toy' and is the ONLY dog in my pack that plays it repeatedly with me, the others more interested in destuffing toys or racing around with eachother. I waited a little longer, and gave in after realizing that he'd been "in the system" for 2 years, and he fit right in my requirements of "loudmouths, jerks, and misfits" for the dogs in my pack. He's beyond clever, using any distraction created by the other dogs to sneak a bite of my food. He walks on my dining room table like he belongs there, and actually looks offeneded when I tell him to get down. I'm happy I'm the one who got to keep Al, and give him his forever home. And I changed his name...to Alec Baldone.

Ace

Max our 9 year old blind dachshund was lonely after our dalmation who was his best friend had to be put down because of cancer. Our vet advised us not to get a puppy. We began looking at Petfinder searching for a dachshund to adopt. When I saw Ace's picture I called my husband and told him I had found "our dog". We adopted Ace in Feb 2007 and have loved everyday he has been with us. He is so affectionate and easygoing. When Max wants to lay down next to him, Ace lets him. When Max is grumpy, Ace just stays away from him. As I am typing this, Ace is lying in my lap asleep. Thank you for the work you do. Carolyn Carter