Rescue Dog Mom Quotes

To my astonishment, within minutes, the dogs dragged Chucky’s bed and toys from the porch to the grave site and started to play on the mound of freshly dug earth. Chucky was gone, but they still included him in their game. At that, the floodgates opened. Dennie’s face crumpled. He turned and strode quickly away. In my mind, I heard Mom’s voice: “Have a good cry, Laurie. The more you cry, the less you pee.

Lily is a rescue dog for two reasons,” Maggie Rose continued. I wagged again. “The first reason is that she was taken in by the shelter where my mom works, so she was rescued. And the second reason is that most days she goes back to the shelter to take care of all the animals there.” Maggie Rose started smiling and speaking a little more quickly. “Lily plays with the other dogs and helps them relax and not feel scared. She plays with the cats, too. She loves cats! Sometimes she curls up with the kittens and they sleep together. It helps because then the kittens don’t grow up to be scared of dogs, and they can get adopted into families with dogs.

When goslings hatch, they can’t do much of anything for themselves,” Mom explained. “So the very first thing they do is look around for their mother. Usually she’s right there, sitting on the nest. But if she’s gone for some reason, then the babies will decide that whatever animal they see first must be their mom. They’ll follow that animal everywhere, and learn how to behave from it.

Look, Mom,” Maggie Rose said softly. “Lily’s doing her job, and Casey’s helping!” “You’re right,” Mom said, just as softly. “I’ve never seen a wild animal calm down so quickly. Sometimes when animals are frightened, seeing something completely unexpected takes their mind off what’s scaring them. Like a bird on a dog’s head!

She’s reminded of the time when she would get lost on purpose and her mother would look for her, shouting her name as though calling for a lost dog. Now she burns with regret when she thinks that she hid from her own mother. She should have leapt up and waved her arms. She should have gotten into her mom’s car and said, Thank you for rescuing me.

I hurried away from Brewster. When I reached my girl, the goslings rushed over to strain against the wire of the kennel, sticking their beaks out and peeping at me with their tiny voices. Mom came back in the room, carrying a box. “I could hear them all the way from the supply kitchen,” she remarked. “They seem really upset that Lily is out and they’re not. But I knew you would want them to stay in the kennel; they were so hard to catch the first time.

Had he fed the dogs a second time? “Maybe she’s out rescuing a dog,” Bree suggested. “Her van is here.” “Does she ever go in one of her volunteers’ vehicles?” Bree asked. “I don’t know.” Matt pulled out his phone and called Maxine and Ralph, the two volunteers who worked with Cady at the rescue. “Neither of them has seen her.” “What about your parents?” Bree prompted. “I should have called them first. I’m not thinking straight.” Matt dialed his mom’s number. “Matt.” His mother’s voice rang with pleasure. “Hey, Mom. Is Cady there?” “No.” His mom’s tone shifted to worried. “Why?” “I’m looking for her. That’s all.” “Don’t lie to me. That is not all,” she said in her schoolteacher voice. Dad was a pushover, but Matt had never been able to hide anything from his mom. “She’s not home, but her minivan is,” he said. “Did you try Maxine and Ralph?” “Yeah. They haven’t seen her.” Mom’s tone shifted to her most efficient. “What can I do?” “Call her friends,” Matt said. “Call me back if you hear anything.