Every Rescued Dog Has A Tale - The Chocolate Chip Puppy Run by Deborah Eades
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A book describing how volunteers transport homeless dogs from kill shelters to rescues or to new homes by driving about 50 - 100 miles on the weekends.
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EVERY RESCUED DOG HAS A TALE: Stories from the Dog Rescue Railroad
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chapter 1:
The Chocolate Chip Puppy Run
chapter 2:
Don't Try This Alone Without a Crate
The Chocolate Chip Puppy Run
chapter 1
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The Chocolate Chip Puppy Run
When the story of the “Chocolate Chip Puppies” was first posted on the internet, I just knew I had to be part of the transport to get them to safety. Everyone was clamoring to help to get them from Tennessee to an all breed rescue in Ontario, Canada. Their story began when a lady in Tennessee heard the sound of crying from the woods near her home. As she followed the pitiful pleas for help, she found three tiny chocolate lab puppies. The smallest weighed only two pounds and was later named Wink because he now had only one eye. All three tiny pups had been severely beaten, tortured, covered with paint and left for dead. There were two males and one female, with ears cut off, eyes gouged out and broken facial bones. She gathered them up and took them to her vet, feeling that he would recommend that they be put out of their misery. Instead he said that he believed they would recover from their physical injuries and be able to lead normal lives, but would need to be placed in special homes in order to heal from their emotional scars. Everyone knows it does not take much to kill a small puppy and whoever was responsible for this clearly had no intention of killing them but just wanted to torture them and make them suffer. They needed to find homes where they could learn to trust again.
A man with an all breed rescue in Canada would find special homes for them. The drivers were asked to provide extra cuddling and extra kisses on their journey, which was dubbed “the Chocolate Chip Puppy Run” by the coordinator. It was divided into two days to make it easier on the puppies. My friend from work volunteered to keep them overnight at her house and I was to drive from Cincinnati to Lexington to pick them up and take them to her house. Her two preschoolers thought Christmas had come early when they saw three adorable puppies arrive that evening. My 23 year old daughter agreed to go with me to be the “cuddler” while I drove. She had never accompanied me before on a transport and soon discovered what I find so addictive about the feeling of being part of the effort to save the lives of innocent homeless animals.
In spite of all I had read about their condition and what they had endured, I was not quite prepared for the sight of the three small puppies. Tears welled up in both of us when we saw them - all wagging tails and puppy kisses even after being so abused by our “superior race”. They were still willing to love us and trust us to keep them safe. No other species on earth has such a capacity to forgive and to love like a dog. It never ceases to amaze me the ability of humans to inflict pain on such innocent creatures.
My daughter and I had a really hard time letting the “chips” go when we got to my friend’s home. We played with them and fed them and the kids were loving them until they fell asleep, totally exhausted. Being able to help them that Christmas weekend turned out to be the best present I could ask for.
The next day Wink, Leo, and Fortune arrived at the rescue in Canada, and their foster dad kept us informed of when they were adopted into loving families. He even sent us a picture of Wink with her new family. There were plans to get her eye repaired with the help of another lab rescue group paying the bill. All three are safe and warm and loved since being adopted by new families. Hopefully they have forgotten their horrendous beginnings. May they never know pain and suffering again.
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When the story of the “Chocolate Chip Puppies” was first posted on the internet, I just knew I had to be part of the transport to get them to safety. Everyone was clamoring to help to get them from Tennessee to an all breed rescue in Ontario, Canada. Their story began when a lady in Tennessee heard the sound of crying from the woods near her home. As she followed the pitiful pleas for help, she found three tiny chocolate lab puppies. The smallest weighed only two pounds and was later named Wink because he now had only one eye. All three tiny pups had been severely beaten, tortured, covered with paint and left for dead. There were two males and one female, with ears cut off, eyes gouged out and broken facial bones. She gathered them up and took them to her vet, feeling that he would recommend that they be put out of their misery. Instead he said that he believed they would recover from their physical injuries and be able to lead normal lives, but would need to be placed in special homes in order to heal from their emotional scars. Everyone knows it does not take much to kill a small puppy and whoever was responsible for this clearly had no intention of killing them but just wanted to torture them and make them suffer. They needed to find homes where they could learn to trust again.
A man with an all breed rescue in Canada would find special homes for them. The drivers were asked to provide extra cuddling and extra kisses on their journey, which was dubbed “the Chocolate Chip Puppy Run” by the coordinator. It was divided into two days to make it easier on the puppies. My friend from work volunteered to keep them overnight at her house and I was to drive from Cincinnati to Lexington to pick them up and take them to her house. Her two preschoolers thought Christmas had come early when they saw three adorable puppies arrive that evening. My 23 year old daughter agreed to go with me to be the “cuddler” while I drove. She had never accompanied me before on a transport and soon discovered what I find so addictive about the feeling of being part of the effort to save the lives of innocent homeless animals.
In spite of all I had read about their condition and what they had endured, I was not quite prepared for the sight of the three small puppies. Tears welled up in both of us when we saw them - all wagging tails and puppy kisses even after being so abused by our “superior race”. They were still willing to love us and trust us to keep them safe. No other species on earth has such a capacity to forgive and to love like a dog. It never ceases to amaze me the ability of humans to inflict pain on such innocent creatures.
My daughter and I had a really hard time letting the “chips” go when we got to my friend’s home. We played with them and fed them and the kids were loving them until they fell asleep, totally exhausted. Being able to help them that Christmas weekend turned out to be the best present I could ask for.
The next day Wink, Leo, and Fortune arrived at the rescue in Canada, and their foster dad kept us informed of when they were adopted into loving families. He even sent us a picture of Wink with her new family. There were plans to get her eye repaired with the help of another lab rescue group paying the bill. All three are safe and warm and loved since being adopted by new families. Hopefully they have forgotten their horrendous beginnings. May they never know pain and suffering again.
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