This blog is designed to help animals in shelters, specifcally the McKean County SPCA, find caring and loving homes. It also teaches the importance and benefits of owning a pet and the various advantages associated with it. Furthermore, it also sheds some light on animal cruelty and what can be done to reverse the damages. Hopefully, this blog will help to make more citizens aware of the advantages to owning a single or multiple pets and the joy they can receive.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

For the True Pet Lover: Some Humor


8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Day 983 of my captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

No Other Reason Needed to Adopt Than This: The Life of A Shelter Dog

He was a typical dog abandoned all alone never had a human he could call his own.He was left on the streets and was beaten and hurt, always had to dodge cars so he stayed very alert.
He dreamed of being loved and living in a caring place with a kind, gentle human that would enjoy getting licked on the face. One day a lady found him and brought him to the pound. He was scared and frightened of all the barking dogs around.
He wagged his tail every time someone came by his kennel,in a way to say "Pick me, I'm the dog for you" but all the people just walked by, he knew his dream would not come true.
He sat in his cage as the days passed him by. Another day came, it was his turn to die. The dog warden came with a leash held in hand. She had tears in her eyes, he did not understand.
He walked up to greet her, his tail wagging fast. Was as friendly as could be, despite his rough past. As she walked him into a room he knew something was not right, she told him she was sorry, then hugged him real tight.
He then looked at her with his trusting brown eyes, because of careless people this dog had to die. He would have made a wonderful friend. Just another of God's gifts whose life had to end.
The dog wagged his tail as he walked through Heaven's gate.He now had a home, He no longer had to wait.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Volunteers and the Work they Do:

Following are various quotes and stories from volunteers all over America and their encounters:

A family who adopted a dog last month walks in the door and instantly my heart stops, then speeds up. Are they bringing him back? No, today they are stopping by to visit, tell that he is the best dog in the world and to show us how well he's doing. I want to hug the dog for being a good dog, and hug the people for letting us know that we really do make a difference.

I greet each dog with a happy voice and, in return, am greeted with a happy tail—a good trade on a Monday morning. I read each dog' kennel card and try and guess if they will get a forever home. A good number of dogs have been surrendered by their owner due to behavioral problems or because their owner is moving and, apparently, other states, cities and towns do not accept animals within their boundaries. I must have missed that memo.

As soon as I enter the shelter parking lot, I notice a box next to the door. I open it slowly as three kittens, barely six weeks old, peer back at me.

The phone rings over and over. It's raining outside, but I didn't realize it was raining stray cats. We don't have space, but we make room for a litter of orphan kittens. We make room again for an injured cat. We're playing what I affectionately call "cat Tetris". It involves moving one cat, scrubbing its cage for another cat, scrubbing that cat's cage for yet another cat, combining two cats into one cage, scrubbing another cage and … Voila! We have a cage for the injured cat.

I wonder why I get out of bed every day. But if I didn't, I wouldn't get to share the good stories—like the one about the family with a blind daughter who adopted a blind puppy. Or the deaf puppy who was adopted by a woman who taught at a school for the deaf. Or the 14-year-old stray shepherd mix who had kidney failure, but who was adopted by a vet tech who gave him four months of love before he died. And, if I didn't work here, I certainly couldn't tell you about the small, stray dog that had been beaten and burned. The only person he trusted was a young girl who had been physically, mentally and sexually abused by her father.

Last week I rescued a tiny kitten trapped in a storm sewer in the pouring rain. It was one of my defining moments. I was able to save a life and soon after we got the kitten cleaned up, a family with two small children came in to adopt the kitten. I knew her life would be a good one.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Donations and Volunteers Needed!

Donations and volunteers are always needed to help the animals that reside in the shelter. Any time or money that you can give is always greatly appreciated. Monetary donations go to buying food, supplies, and other care and upkeep for the animals living at the shelter. The McKean County S.P.C.A. is always looking for volunteers to help in many aspects of shelter life. If you have time to play with, talk to or walk a dog, or to socialize with a cat by holding, petting and playing with it, then we'd love to have you come by regularly! Volunteers can make all the difference between a good day and a bad day for these animals.
  • Heavy-duty 33-gal or larger trash bags
  • Liquid laundry and dish soap
  • Bleach
  • Paper towels
  • Dry cat and kitten food
  • Purina Dog Chow and Puppy Chow
  • Collars and leashes
  • Pet grooming aids
  • Aluminum cans for recycling
Without your support, the McKean County SPCA would be unable to rescue the abused, neglected, and abandoned animals in our care and provide them with a second chance. We also would not be able to offer the public our many low-cost and free veterinary services. With your continued support we can rescue, repair, and re-home the thousands of animals that make their way to shelters every year. Our staff and animals are grateful for your donation – in any denomination! For more information on how you can help, contact the McKean County SPCA at 1-814-362-8850.


When SPCA officers from the Shuswap Branch responded to a cruelty complaint about neglected animals on a rural property outside of Salmon Arm, one of the dogs they rescued was a young, mixed-breed male named Rudy. When officers arrived Rudy was so badly emaciated he was a walking skeleton, hours away from death. The officers rushed the fragile dog to an emergency clinic where, against all odds, he lived through the night. Rudy was closely monitored for health problems associated with severe malnutrition and was fed one tablespoon of food per hour until his system could handle more. The SPCA cared for Rudy for the next three months and today he is a healthy, rambunctious dog who is thriving in his new adopted home. The horrific experiences of his past did not break Rudy’s spirit – he adores his new guardians and loves playing with his new German Shepherd ‘brother’ Walky. Rudy has never forgotten what it was like to go hungry though. His new guardians report that he has a voracious appetite and is happiest when the whole family is gathered in the kitchen.


Jiji, a loving, energetic Rottweiller puppy, was a virtual prisoner when SPCA animal protection officers rescued her from her Richmond home in April 2005. Jiji’s guardians had been keeping the four-month-old puppy outside in a sealed Rubbermaid container, tied to a steel anvil that kept her from moving.
“The couple had cut air holes in the sealed container, but the box was too small to allow the dog to stand up or even turn around,” says SPCA Senior Animal Protection Officer Eileen Drever. “We tried to educate Jiji’s guardians about how unacceptable this situation was, but when it became clear they did not intend to make changes, we immediately applied for a warrant to remove the dog.” Jiji was placed in foster care with a local veterinarian who has since adopted the playful pup. Jiji’s former owners recently pled guilty to animal cruelty charges.

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