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02 Apr 2013

Real Rescue Dogs Are Talking…

HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!

Today I have another interview for my series…

LIFE CHANGING INTERVIEWS WITH SAVANNAH

My guests today may not be known to many of you…they came to me when my Champion Jetty referred them to me for an interview…so purrlease give a rousing round of…

APAWS!!! APAWS!!! APAWS!!!

…FOR SHILOH…

Shiloh

…AND HIS SISFUR GENNY

Genny

Savannah: Oh My!! Shiloh and Genny!! I am beyond purrleased you had time to stop by and have a few woos with me!!. In case some of you don’t know Shiloh and Genny, you can find them at The Stoutino Inn & Foster Kennel blog.

Shiloh: Haroo, Savannah. Shiloh here. I must say that cats and I do not normally get along too well. However, Genny told me that you are a good cat, so I will be happy to oblige.

Genny: Haroo, Savannah! It’s Genny here. We are thrilled to be interviewed by you. We think it is great that you are spreading the stories of rescue kitties and doggies. So, let’s get started!

Savannah: Alrighty then…you start Genny…how did you come to be in your furrever home?

Genny: Well, Mom tells me that it was a setup. See, she had a German Sheppard Dog(GSD)/Husky mix that looked just like me once upon a time.

He was a rescue too. The folks at MaPaw Siberian Husky Rescue and Referral were notified that I ended up in the York County SPCA shelter. I was loose on the streets of York, PA and ended up there. They told the rescue that I was a good girl and asked if the rescue would find a new home for me.

Once the rescue saw my picture, they sent it to Mom. She wanted to foster me so badly that she drove from our house to York in a big snowstorm to pick me up. Mom evaluated me—meaning she spent time with me to learn “who” I really was.

I was very friendly right from the start because I could tell she was a good lady. She just knew I had to come to stay with her, at least for a while. Once I got to the house, I met Shiloh and we got along right away.

Now, Dad, he’s a tough cookie. He had to be convinced. It took Mom a whole week to convince Dad that I was much more than a foster, that I was HOME!! But Dad is a softie at heart, so here I am. I really love my Daddy.

Savannah: So, Shiloh…how did you come to live in this home too???

Shiloh: At first, I was not so sure about this “rescue” thing. After escaping my previous captors, I had a free roaming life, running free in the Lancaster County area (known for their puppy mills) of Pennsylvania, USA.

The rescue put out this contraption called a ‘Have-a-Heart’ trap. I was dubious. However, it had yummy food in it. Being a clever fellow, I managed to retrieve the yummy food out of it 4 times before they got me in their snares.

I was fostered by good friends of Mom & Dad. Foster Dad Dave was so good to me. You see, at heart I am a lone wolf and quite shy. I am also quiet and aloof by nature. These humans had to work very hard to earn my trust if I was going to stay with them.

Savannah: Thank you Genny and Shiloh. And yeowzers, Shiloh…just look at your beautiful white furrs and drop over blue eyes…oh, sorry…I digressed…ahem…koff, koff…

…moving on…so, Genny, What has been your greatest challenge in learning to trust and depend on your Guardians?

Genny: I felt at home pretty much right away. I wasn’t in bad shape at the shelter, so Mom thought wherever I had come from, that they took pretty good care of me. But they did not come to the shelter looking for me, so MaPaw took me in instead. Shiloh was really fun to play with and I was warm, dry and got yummy food. I made myself right at home…but Shiloh…tell Savannah about some of the challenges you had…go on…it’s ok…

Genny and Shiloh

Shiloh: Thanks Genny…well, Mom & Dad’s dog that looked like Genny, his name was General, he was sick with cancer. They knew he didn’t have a long time with them.

Well, Foster Dad Dave brought me to visit Mom & Dad. I met General and Guinness, another German Shepherd. General approved of me right away and I of him. He was a very large and respectable dog, but he was ailing, poor fellow.

General and Guiness

General went to the Rainbow Bridge very soon after. Their other dog, Guinness, missed General a lot. So, Mom & Dad asked me if I would come live with them.

They were good eggs, so, after some trial and error, I decided it was a respectable place to stay and that they were good humans. They soon took me to obedience school—as if a “Respectable Siberian” needs to be obedient…heh…heh.

I soon found out, much to my chagrin, that school was a very nice place to go. The humans all had treats and my class mates were very pleasant. Some of them actually wanted to please their human! Astounding, I know.

But I discovered that if I did what they asked (with my own style, of course) I excelled.

Savannah: Why of course you used your own style…you are a Siberian after all…and anyone who chooses to adopt a Siberian or even a Siberian mix must know…you are very like cats…you make up your OWN mind!!…ahem…just sayin’…

Sorry to interrupt…go on Shiloh…

Shiloh:..Oh Savvy, no problem. I know you understand us Sibes. Anywho, I even earned a medal—“Canine Good Citizen”.

If there is enough incentive, as in yummy treats, I still like to remind them that I am so well educated, so I will do a “finish” when I am just asked to sit. Can’t let that good education go to waste, now can I?

Savannah: Of course not!! And I know that a “finish” means you hop right around to sit at your Mom or Dad’s left side…purrfect!!

Shiloh: Oh Savvy…you do know your Woofie obedience!!

Mom & Dad were patient and kind. They did take me places that I would have avoided had it been my choice. But I soon discovered that they would not take me anywhere I would be hurt. Although crowds of humans still make me quite nervous and they try not to bring me into those situations if it can be helped.

Savannah: Well, as you know Shiloh, I also avoid a lot of “peep” interactions whenever Mom and Dad have company…sigh…hard to trust all peeps…

Ok…would you mind giving a bit of information about some of the ways you and your Mom and Dad worked together to help get you into your recovery so you were able to show them your REAL SELF?

Genny: Oh let me say a bit Savannah.

As I mentioned, my transition was pretty darned easy. But, I too went to obedience school. I do get a wee bit aggressive with dominant doggies when on a leash, but I usually get along with everyone just fine. Our visits to a local dog park help with that. It is our favorite place in the world, next to our home. Shiloh would do any trick in the book to get more trips there!!!

Shiloh: Yes, I do agree. The Park is a most wonderful place.

Trees, trails, good sniffs and pleasant companions to be found…as you say Savvy, “PAWSOME”.

Some of the young whipper-snappers need some guidance, however. I am happy to oblige. I will mark my territory and inspect the grounds until I am satisfied they are keeping the place up to my standards.

Savannah: I totally understand Shiloh…(whispers behind paw to Shiloh…of course I never, ever leave the house…just wanna be honest)

Now, give me some soft woos about how much success you have had over the years in getting to the place where you are more comfortable with humans and such.

Genny: Well, I think it takes practice, practice, practice….and lots of cookies. I have to ask nicely if I want something. I get so excited! In the end, I was voted “the most improved student” and I am very proud of that.

Shiloh: I worked my charms on the other Guardians at school. I would look at them intensely – it is my secret power. These icy blue eyes of mine are irresistible, if I do say so myself. Mom calls it the “Paul Newman effect.” I don’t know who that is, but it works for me.

The “Paul Newman” Look

If the Guardian was very reluctant, I would offer my paw in friendship. That usually did the trick. I am a patient fellow and I will eventually get my just rewards.

The biggest difference for both of us has been time and patience. Genny, being the more outgoing of the two of us is my tester of sorts. If I see that humans she meets greet her kindly, than I too will go and meet them, cautiously. I am usually rewarded for my efforts. It is the small ones I avoid. Genny likes them however, as they usually have food in their tiny paws. She behaves and tries to will them into dropping their morsels.

Waiting for morsels to drop

In the beginning, even though it was a pleasant enough place, I did look for an escape route. Being a Siberian and having my time as a lone wolf, I still long for the open road. Mom & Dad are very careful that I do not wander off. They use a leash or inspect the area to be sure it is well secured. And they are ever vigilant that we do not get into a situation we may regret later. Indeed, they would miss me greatly as I would them. I like it here, and dear Genny needs an example of genteelness at times. I am happy to oblige.

Savannah: Oh Shiloh, I hear ya!! I would miss my Mom and Dad too for sure!

Now, last question, can you or Genny offer any advice to our readers to help them support their adult rescue woofie, or one they may be thinkin’ about bringing into their home, through its recovery process?

Genny: Lots of love, lots of attention, cookies, and maybe school in order to train the Guardian to learn techniques to help us. They sometimes need as much help as we do. Maybe for kitties, the treats should be fishy flavored….(snicker, snicker…)…ooopps…sorry…

So…If you will not be the only pet in the household, it is very important for everyone to have a good introduction on neutral ground. This way no one feels that they have to protect their home or territory. Asking other Guardians for help is a good idea. Make sure the place is neutral and safe. Introduce us slowly and respect what we tell you. If we do not like what we see, we will tell you.

It is also important to make sure any small Guardians know how to behave around strange animals. Shiloh is especially shy around them because they move so fast and squeeze hard. He treats them with respect, but you can tell he doesn’t like it. He gets very low to the ground and curls up.

I step in, if I can, to distract the small one so he can make a safe getaway. He’s an awesome big brother, so I am happy to help. And they usually have food in their tiny paws…heh…heh

Shiloh: Yes, indeed the youngsters are quite intrusive as times. And they are often sticky.

Another thing for me…I have been in my furrever home now for about 4-5 years. I only now am willingly coming up to a strange person. Probably I will never do that enthusiastically, always cautiously. But I now know that most people Mom and Dad let near us are trustworthy. If I am unsure, I will retreat to my crate or drop down into a ball and just be still.

My first ever Christmas with Mom and Dad was a disaster for me…they had their friends over and I took one look and found a place under the tree for the duration of their visit that night…

Savannah: Thank you for telling me about his continuing challenge you have Shiloh…so many of us adult rescues do have some lingering fear…but if we feel safe we can overcome them…purrs for you Shiloh for trying so hard all this time…

Genny: Anyroo, getting back to what the peeps can do to help us be safe…another great thing to remember is to never, ever let your Guardian forget your leash and make them use it!

We Sibes (and sibe mixes like me) have a great need to explore the great wide world. We are bred to run! However, we do not remember our way back home so easily. No amount of training can take away our instinct to run.

Shiloh: Remember too, that we are a working breed and love to keep our minds and bodies active. Vigilant practice will keep our attention and ready for any encounter. Confidence means a well behaved pet.

Savannah: This was great! Any last thought or words of wisdom you want to share?

Genny: Thank you so much for including us! This was really fun. We hope we get to know you even better now that we have met. Keep up the great work!

Shiloh: Savannah, it has been my privilege to be a part of this conversation. I hope your endeavors to educate other rescue pets and their Guardians is a complete success—so many of us are relying on them.

Savannah: Oh you guys…you know I just luyvluvluv doing these interviews…play bows to both of you and aaarrrwwwooosss….be careful…don’t get stuck in the teleport tunnels…just a suggestion…

In closing…thank you all so much for coming by to visit…I know there are so many other events going on in many other blogs…

…my good furriend Mollie is having her second Birthday celebration TODAY…so please click HERE to visit and leave her your good wishes…

…and on April 4th, my very good mancat furriend, Texas, is celebrating his SEVENTH Birthday!!…Click HERE to visit him…

Paw Pats, Savannah

31 Mar 2013

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Part Three: Operation Save The Royals…

HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!

Part Three: Social Media and Pawer of The Paw

I guess you know I have been trying to report on the many lessons learned from the events surrounding Operation Save The Royals…(OSTR)

I started a four part series three weeks ago, and this is Part Three. I had to get my thoughts together so I made some paw notes first…

….then I got writer’s block…

…so I didn’t get Part Three done in time for post deadline last week…but at least I moved past my writer’s block…thanks to Mom’s head rubs and ear massages…and she also gave me a lot of soft strokes over my heart…to help free it up to speak…

So…I decided to do what Mom suggested…write from my heart…not my head…

…to do that I need to state my disclaimer up front…I had writer’s block ‘cuz I was afraid I would offend someone by not mentioning all they did to help Operation Save The Royals. My apology up front if I leave anyone or anything out.

Remember…I am writing from my heart…I have lots of feelings about how impawtant the use of social media was in making this Royal Rescue pawsible—specifically…

Paw Blogs
Twitter
Face Book

I said it in Part One—it took a village to make Operation Save The Royals a success. That village is a global village. Help in all shapes and forms came from inside and outside the USA because it was pawsible…because of social media. Sometimes I hear peeps make fun of Paw blogs and Twitter Anipals and Anipal Face Book pages…we are a force to be reckoned with when we set our collective minds to getting something done to save or rescue our furriends around the world.

And because we all use our PAW PAWER!!

I am proud to be a small part of this great ole’ big pawerful community. If we wanna get something done…we do what the peeps find so hard to do…we collaborate!

How We Used Our Paw Blogs

ML posted about QM Rose’s passing and the plight of The Royals on her blog, KC & The Giggleman Gang
ML also posted a memorial for QM Rose on The Royals’ Blog
So many of us posted on our blogs asking for donations for ML to cover Rose’s burial costs; to help raise funds to provide transportation for The Royals once we found them and in the beginning to help find homes for Marigold, Brutus and Emily. Sparkle was one of the first to get the word out…click here
The Cat Blogosphere continuously posted to keep everyone updated on events as they happened…pawsome repurrting for sure! Click here to read an update provided as this rescue was unfolding.

…I worked on all my blog posts with great care and attention…

How We Used Our Face Book Connections

A Group was created on Face Book (FB), some time ago, so that our peeps could chat peep to peep…the CWB Group (Cats With Blogs I think it stands for). Most of the FB communication happened here and it happened lightning fast
We all “shared” information on our own FB pages once we learned something in this Group
The transport, Cute Heads, who helped get Marigold and Brutus to their new Mom used FB to plan and stay in touch during transport. Miss Dorian who coordinates Cute Heads, and writes her own blog Your Daily Cute, always sets up a new “Group” with the names of the kitties being transported. The drivers all communicate among themselves within this closed Group…very efficient and effective. Click here to read about the transport that Marigold and Brutus hitched a ride with to reach their new furrever home.
Miss Dorian set up a Save The Royals Face Book Group and we communicated inside this Group if we were directly involved in raising funds, our transport—and of course the new Moms for The Royals were in this Group too.

…we spent a ton of time messaging back and forth…thank Ceiling Cat using a keyboard can be done one paw pat at a time…heh…heh…tap….tap…tap…tappity…tap…tap

How We Used Twitter

All of us who have Twitter handles sent out Tweets to share information with other Anipals on Twitter and in hopes of getting “Re-Tweets” of our requests for help in raising funds for this operation
Miss Dorian sets up a special “Hashtag (#)” for each transport so that the drivers and fosters can all keep in touch on the road and in making plans for hosting the kitties overnight. Click here if you wanna know more about what “hashtags” are used for on Twitter…they are furry impawtant!!
For any who don’t know Twitter very well…having the ability to “Re-Tweet(RT)” increases getting our message out a hundred fold…whatever we “Tweet” goes to our followers…I only have 550, but Anipals like Cathy Keisha, over 2000 followers, and Sparkle, almost 6000 followers. When they RT (meaning they copy my Tweet message and send it out under their own Twitter handle/name) my message, then I have expanded my reach by another 8000 plus…see what I mean??? And these are Anipals from all over the world that care about saving and rescuing animals.

..my paws got tired from so many Tweets…

For me, the lesson learned is how Pawerful all of us are when we use our “Paw Pawer”…meaning all the social media we use every day to share our lives with each other and our humans…our Paw Pawer moves mountains!!!

In case you missed the first two parts of this series…you can read Part One: The Rescue Plan, click here and for Part Two: The Back Story Where It All Started, click here.

Many make light of social media…but paw bloggers and Twitter anipals and Face Book Paw Pagers all know the truth…we are a mighty force. We are global, we are fast, and we are committed.

Now there should be a Part Four in the series “Operation Save The Royals”…but that part will be shared with you all by The Royals themselves once they are completely settled and all healthy in their new furrever homes.

I know Emily will post when she is up to it, her new family blog is Angel Junior, Orion, Sammy and Emily. Marigold and Brutus will tell their story once they are ready using their new family blog, Heaven Sent Me Cat.

…here are some more recent photos of The Royals with their new siblings…(you can bigify and hold cursor over photo to see captions)

Emily in her scratcher

Emily with the pretty eyes

Marigold next to new brofur Maxie

Brutus and Maxie together

Emily’s new brofurs Orion Sammy

PAWER TO THE PAWS!!!

Paw Pats, Savannah

peeEss Don’t forget to come by tomorrow for my First Blogiversary Pawty!! Find out who won the hand painted Woofie and Cat stones.

peeEssEss Here are all the other PAWTIES HAPPENING NEXT WEEK THAT I KNOW ABOUT:

Cody, from Cat Chat Caren and Cody is celebrating his birthday on April First…same day as my First Blogiversary…so hop to Cody or back to me…woo hoo…CELEBRATE!!!

Texas, my totally PAWSOME furriend and partner in our VBP Bog Hop is also having a birthday pawty on April FOURTH…

And…Mollie is hosting a pawty for her SECOND birthday…April SECOND …

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19 Mar 2013

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Real Rescue ?????? Are Talking…

REAL RESCUE ?????? ARE TALKING

LIFE CHANGING INTERVIEWS WITH SAVANNAH

HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!

I have a PAWSOME SURPRISE interview for you today!!!

Now, who do you think it could pawsibly be??…hmmmmm…let’s see…how about a couple of hints…

Ok…you may have heard a bit about HER (hint, hint) story exactly one week ago when she celebrated her GOTCHA DAY…

And…she doesn’t eat stinky goodness and she doesn’t like to chase balls or Frisbees…nope…she doesn’t even like chewing antlers or nylabones.

Let me see…oh yeah…she never ever needs her ‘paws’ trimmed…but she does get a very special mani/pedi every few weeks.

GOT IT???

Now, I bet you all already know who my interview guest is…

That’s right!!

VIOLETTE

The Gorgeous Percheron from The Poupounette

Savannah: Hiya Violette! Thanks lots for taking time from your pasture to come have a little whinny and meow with me! I don’t often get to interview another furriend as, ahem…ahhh….well…as big as you!

Violette: Pretty, pretty neighs, Savannah. It is such an enormous honour to be interviewed by you especially as I realize that I am the very first horse you have featured!

Savannah: Well, it is a bit different Violette. I usually do these in my office. But, I really didn’t mind at all having the chance to get out of my house and teleport to visit with you here in your pasture. Thanks for making sure I had a stool to sit on.

Violette: Why of course Savannah, I want you to be comfortable.

Savannah: You have such an important rescue story to share with us Violette. Would you mind offering some neighs and whinnies about how you came live with #1?

Violette: Well, I had already met #1 when I was a very little filly, only four months old, and we had struck up a friendship. I was in a field near her house with my mummy.

Then we were moved somewhere else and I didn’t come back to that field or see #1 again until I was two and a half years old!

Savannah: OMC! That was a long time. I bet #1 was surprised to see a Percheron back in that field after so long. Did she know it was you?

Violette: The way #1 told it to me is like this. She came by the field, sometime around late October 2011, and suddenly saw a horse was back in the field. The first thing she noticed was that I was alone, a sure warning sign for her because she knows that we horses are very social and gregarious, and we should not be put alone in a field if it can be avoided.

You see Savannah, she got worried about my being alone and THEN…she saw I was eating a lot of acorns which are not supposed to be good for horses. The other thing she noticed as the Winter came on, was I rooted around in the thistles a lot and they stuck in my forelock. Eventually, my forelock looked like I had Velcro in it and it would stick straight up and #1 started to call me “Unicorn”.

This time, I was in the field all on my own and it was a very cold winter, by mid-January the temperatures suddenly plummeted to around 5F. Then it snowed. Everything was either frozen or covered in snow. I had no shelter and nothing to eat. My owners didn’t even bother to bring me hay

It was #1 who took care of me, and she eventually broke down and bought me for a song.

Savannah: (reaching over to give Violette a soft paw pat on her cheek) I am so sorry you were left alone and cold and with no food Violette. I bet you were so excited to learn you were going to live with #1!!

Violette: Whicker, whinny…Oh Savannah, I was beside myself with excitement.

On the last afternoon before I became hers, when #1 brought my meal out, I was up at the high end of the field, really close to the entrance to #1’s property. I saw an opening in the hedge and barreled through it, bursting into #1’s garden in a state of major excitement! As I galloped around, #1 was frantically trying to figure out what to do and asked the gypsy guy for help. He turned out to be a real horse-whisperer and managed to catch me, manufacturing a makeshift head collar from some lead ropes #1 had. But not before I had literally gone up to #1’s front door!

After that, I was moved to wonderful accommodations where I lived for nine months, and then last December we (I have a stallion sibling) were moved to different accommodations which are just as nice. My first Gotcha Day was March 12th.

Savannah: You have known #1 since you were a young filly, but I bet you still had some challenges to sort out when it came to really showing her your REAL SELF. Can you whicker or neigh about any challenges that were sort of tough to work through with #1.

Violette: Well Savannah, in a funny way, I was lucky in that my owners ignored me almost totally, so I had little experience with people, which I am told is much better than having bad experiences. The only people who came close to me were #1 and the gypsies who lived next to my field and they were all kind to me.

The fact that I developed a bond with #1 quickly when I was all alone in that field saved me from some terrible things. You see, she would come every day to see me, at first just with carrots and apples. As soon as I would see her, I would rush over to her.

On a couple of occasions, she saw me near the far barrier and I just didn’t move. She thought it was so strange so she came all the way around (a 10 minute walk) and discovered that I was caught in barbed wire. That happened twice and both times, I waited for her and she freed me. My owners thought nothing of leaving bits of barbed wire loose around the fencing.

I trusted #1 to help me get untangled.

But, I did have food-related issues…

I was so hungry all the time that when #1 started bringing me feed, I was a bit rough with her, and even (bows head in shame) bit her a couple of times.

Then, when I was moved to my new home and put in a box, it took weeks for me to understand that I would be fed regularly every day, and even given treats, and I didn’t have to fight for any of it. I now have excellent manners!

Savannah: Well, not to embarrass you Violette, but I bet that being as large as you are…good manners are a must so that #1 doesn’t get hurt!

Violette: Oh yes, that is so right! One important thing to realize is that I am a very big girl. I probably weigh around 1900lb (850kg). That’s a lot bigger than a regular saddle horse. You see, I am a Percheron draft horse. So, it is very important for me to learn proper manners because I can easily hurt people without meaning to. So, when I behaved badly early on, I was always told off so I would learn, and I did.

Oh, and when I was in that field, remember, I was all alone. It is just awful for horses to be left alone. We are real herd animals and we hate solitude. That’s why it was so important to me that #1 came to see me every day. Since I left the field, I have always been with other horses and I just love it. Right now, I am in a herd of about a dozen, and I love making friends!

The lady who did my initial schooling subscribes to the gentle methods, so it was a pretty fun process and I learned quickly. When I first arrived, she thought that I was a bit dim, but when she started working with me, she told #1 that I was very clever, but that nobody had ever bothered to “switch on any of the lights.”

Savannah: How have things changed for you Violette? What do you do now that you did not know how to do before?

Violette: Things could not be more different for me! When #1 got me away from my breeders/previous owners, I had had no care, not even the basics. I had never had any shots, never been wormed, never had my hooves trimmed.

But I am a clever and sensitive girl, they tell me, and I quickly understood that good people would look after me. I was taught to give my feet to the farrier, to load into a van, and have started basic schooling.

I am not scared of much, which is nice, and I love to play and interact with humans! A cousin of mine is a very famous show horse…you can see him on You Tube (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rG4DAZusU_Q) and maybe one day, I can be a little bit like him.

The person who has trained me so far says I already have what it takes to “dance” with my person! I am already worked on the long reins and the next step for me will be to be ridden. I dream of the day when I will carry my #1 on my back. I think we will have many adventures together.

Savannah: I think you have already had a few adventures together Violette. Now, the last question, can you offer any advice to our readers about ways they can help an adult rescue furrAmily member…or how they can support one they may be thinking about bringing into their huFamily?

Violette: I would say “open your heart” when it feels right. When I was all alone in that field last winter, I had no idea what the future held for me. I could even (shudder…) have ended up as horsemeat.

But each time I would see #1 from a distance; I would always come to her, and look where I ended up! Actually, tee hee, when she first bought me, she thought she would have me schooled and then sell me on, but she totally fell in love with me, so she and I are staying together!

Savannah: Well, I am not surprised that #1 wants you to be together! This has been so nice getting to know you Violette. Do you have any last thought or words of wisdom you want to share?

Violette: When people think of rescues, they usually think of moggies and woofies. They don’t often think of pure-breds and even more often don’t think of horses.

But look at me! I have impeccable breeding. My sire is a “national stallion” and you can look up my origins over as many generations as you have time for. But I was still unloved and uncared for. And I know I am far from the only Percheron who could really use rescuing. I hope that many more are even half as lucky as I have been.

Thank you, Savannah, for caring about me and taking the time to interview me. My whole family at The Poupounette and I are very touched.

Well…that ends another fantabulous Life Changing Interview With Savannah…and this time…Real Rescue Horses Are Talking!!!!….

Thank you all for coming around to read my interviews. I know that they are sometimes longer than you have time for…and yet…I am so appreciative that you stay and read until the end. I never, ever edit out text that my interviewees send me…I believe their stories are why you come back.

And Violette illustrates a very important point…as well as Nellie and Nylablue and perhaps others I will interview between now and August. Rescue of adult animals is not restricted to just “non-pure bred” cats, dogs, horses, etc. Adult Animal Rescue in Unrestricted when it come to species.