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She Adopts, Rescues and is Rescued in Return: Elaine’s Story-

4 Jun

In 2005 I wanted to adopt a dog after Hurricane Katrina, as I used to live in New Orleans and wanted to help somehow.  I looked on and somehow came across Ralph the Beagle’s ad…  he was reportedly fighting the “battle of the bulge” and it said, “If you too are watching your carbs…trying to go for walks more… could be that you and Ralph are a good match”.  I was trying the Atkins diet, and my doctor had advised that I walk more, maybe even get a dog to walk around with. Although he wasn’t a “Katrina dog” and lived two hours away, his ad made me feel that he was my match! I went to Linda’s house, where the rescue dogs were in her living and dining rooms when I finally got to meet Ralph. I was approved, and went up a second time to pick him up.


Unfortunately, Ralph had seizures, one in which that I was witness to one on the car ride home from Linda’s house. It didn’t seem so bad, and the vet didn’t feel he needed any medications, so we went about on our way getting to know each other.  On 12/7/05, I came home from work to find that poor Ralph had been seizing and was not very responsive.  My friend rushed over to help me get him to the vet, and he died in my arms on the way.  I couldn’t believe I had him for only five weeks, and he was gone. The Eleventh Hour Rescue team took it hard too because everyone loved him. It was a rough time for me. But for some reason, I tortured myself by looking on the website again the next day…

And there was Chance. “You wouldn’t be taking a chance with Chance, he’s perfect!”


I felt he was my “second chance” to be a dog mom.  So up I trekked to Linda’s to meet him, and brought him home. He had heartworm and was treated, but was doing fine. I wanted to get him to the vet that day after all I had been through with Ralph, so we went to our appointment and then left to check out his new home. The vet said it was ok to give the heartworm preventative, but evidently it wasn’t and around midnight, Chance had labored breathing. I was so scared that I had another friend come to get us to take him to the ER. It ended up the extra medication caused an embolism, where the worms clogged his lungs making him unable to breathe.  They weren’t really sure if that was the cause, but it was their best diagnosis. He had to spend four days in an oxygen box, and I was devastated. He almost didn’t make it, but when he was cleared after four days, EHR took him back to heal. I felt terrible that the vet I took him to did this, but the team was very kind and cared for him while I got myself together a bit after both traumatic experiences. I just wanted to be sure he was healthy, and I wanted to seek out a new vet. On January 20, 2006, Chance came back to live with me.  We had six and half wonderful years together full of car rides, the beach, eating, walks, playing, sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating, eating, eating… he really was no trouble, listened, and was a very happy dog.  In 2012, we found he had anemia caused by a spleen hemangiosarcoma.  After all the medical attention he had been through by the age of twelve, I didn’t see the sense in torturing him with surgery, especially since it likely had spread by the time we realized what was going on. All I could do was just pray for mercy and peace. I managed his declining health until it was clear he needed to go to Rainbow Bridge to be with Ralph. The vet came to my home on July 2nd and he peacefully passed on his favorite spot, the sofa.

I wasn’t sure how long I would wait before getting a new dog. Chance had big paws to fill.  I lost my best friend; the house was so different without him there.  I did not know what kind of dog I would get, but I was not in a hurry and figured Chance would help guide me. I looked at dogs online, but didn’t feel much for any of them even as cute as most were. About one or two of them I tried to adopt fell through because they didn’t come up from the south or they were taken quickly. Then there was Preston. He seemed cute, almost similar to Chance. I knew he could not replace Chance, but also knew I needed to take my dog for walks and have a happy face around again. I’d like to think Preston has some of Chance in him, as he was born shortly after Chance died.

Preston did not come up for a few weeks. I wasn’t sure if it was going to happen or not and did not want to get my hopes up too fast, until I finally got the call that he was on his way. I went to see him on October 18th at the Mt. Olive Pet Smart, again two hours from where I now live at the Jersey Shore. I went up to the crate, where he was with two of his four siblings. As the other two slept, he came right over to me. I asked, are you Preston?  And when I saw his collar, I laughed knowing he was my dog. We played in a room, and went through the updated adoption process, which was very different from being in Linda’s kitchen.


All three experiences were great as far as the adoption process itself; the volunteers were friendly and helpful.  You can tell they are invested in what they do, and care about the adopters as well as all of the animals. The worst part for me was the long drive, but it was worth it to be able to have these three special boys in my life.  I often wish I could attend all the special events, but it is too difficult with the commute.

All three dogs adapted very well. There were never any issues as far as them being destructive or aggressive. Chance had several friends and a girlfriend, and was no trouble anywhere I took him. My family and friends never minded looking after him when I had to travel because he was so easy going. Preston has grown from 18 lbs to 80 lbs and is a ball of energy, but has come a long way and keeps on learning. He loves to be outdoors to play and walk or just lounge in the yard, and he has fun chasing a red laser light around the back yard. He even made it through Hurricane Sandy like a trooper. I think he would love a big snowstorm, and some more big-dog friends that he could roll around and play with more often. We have worked on training classes, and plan to take more. He is a rock star at my Pet Smart – They all know his name, even though they don’t know mine!

I did stumble online across sites that sold dogs, but it did not feel right.  Not only was it expensive, but also you were unable to meet the dog first. There are just so many dogs in shelters that need a happy home. EHR volunteers were always very understanding and helpful with all of the situations I encountered (ie. the vet), and with the adoption process in general.  They like to get updates and hear how we are doing, and I love sharing pictures, because I tend to take “a few”…

They say we rescue the dogs, but really the dogs rescue us. Even though they are not here with us long enough, I cannot imagine my life without any of these special babies.


-Elaine Galante

You can also read about Preston’s journey to New Jersey in our previous blog, “Transport Tails: My First Transport”


Transport Tails: My First Transport

1 May

We rescue dogs and cats from all across the country and even the world! Follow along as we recount some of our amazing transport experiences!

It was my second month with Eleventh Hour and I was slowly getting used to the craziness that is a part of animal rescue. Amidst the flurry of emails on our message board, I noticed one calling for help with a transport. I hadn’t had a chance to pick up dogs from a transport yet and decided to open the email.

Five lab/husky mix puppies were being flown to New Jersey from South Carolina by the amazing organization Pilots and Paws, a group of pilots who dedicate their time and resources to fly animals to freedom from overcrowded shelters. I immediately cleared my schedule and volunteered to meet the pups, excited about the chance to welcome them to safety.

The morning of their arrival, I prepared my SUV with two giant crates, cozy towels and blankets, some little toys, bowls for water and food, leashes, and some “just in case” accident items. I got on the road extra early and could barely contain my excitement.

I arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare and met up with a volunteer from another local rescue who was also picking up dogs from the flight. We anxiously awaited the plane, keeping our eyes peeled on the sky. My heart jumped every time I heard the sound of an engine approaching.

Finally, we saw the signature logo on a plane headed in for landing. We pulled our cars closer to the landing strip so we could be near the plane once it parked. The pilot got out and greeted us and then we went right to work.


When he opened the door of the plane, my heart melted. Staring up at me from inside a large crate were five of the cutest little faces I have ever seen. Their tails were wagging so fast and they were so excited to finally arrive!

One by one, I took them to go potty in the nearby grass and then safely got them into the crates in my car. I gave them lots of fresh water and even treated them to some hamburger patties which they gobbled up enthusiastically. I gave each of them attention and pets and took lots of pictures.


Of the five, four were boys and one was a girl, the tiny little runt of the litter. The girl and one of her brothers was black and other three were golden. I checked their collars to find out their names and couldn’t get over how adorable they were: Parker, Paxton, Preston, Porter, and Peyton!

It was finally time to get on the road. I thanked the pilot for his help and got ready to complete the next leg of my task. We made the journey back to our enhanced adoption center where the pups were scheduled to meet some interested adopters. I knew they would be adopted quickly and I was a little sad to see them go, even after only spending a couple hours with them.


I helped get them settled and said goodbye to each pup, promising them that they would now be safe and loved forever. When I got to my car, I had tears in my eyes, but I was so grateful to have been a part of their happy endings. All of the pups were adopted and went home within two days and this became the first of many transports I have helped greet.

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By Christine Perez