Sarah

Hi! My name is Sarah Jane, I have LOTS of toys but I'm not allowed to have them in my kennel run with me -- house rules, you know. The kennel's not the best place in the world, but it's not the worst either. I know I'm lucky to have a place to stay for as long as I need until my forever home comes along. And even though the nice lady comes on weekends to take me out so I can play with my toys, it sure would be great to be able to play every day. And the staff here is very kind to me. I get extra treats and they call me the mascot 'cause I've been here a while. Maybe because I have to be an only pet. I try to be "a lady" to other animals but I'm what you'd call a "diva" instead -- I'm not good at sharing. Hey, we all have our vices. I LOVE people though. I share my toys with the nice lady who comes; I know if I want to really have fun I have to give her the ball so so she can throw it. Then I RUN RUN RUN!!! really fast and I bring it back to her and we start all over again (unless of course I find an attractive mud puddle along the way, in which case I stop for a l'il dip). The nice lady rolls her eyes when I do this, but she says it's good that I take a rest so as I don't give myself a heart attack, whatever that is. Can I tell you a secret? I also like to "swim" in the mud puddles because then I either get a really good towel rubdown or a luxurious bubble bath (hee-hee!!) before I go back into my kennel.

Chickpea's mother Sheba, one of the sweetest dogs you could meet, was dumped at a local shelter three days before Christmas (2003). The day after Christmas, Sheba gave birth to 10 puppies, 4 of whom subsequently died at the shelter. The remaining puppies (or beans, as we like to call them): Fava Bean, Lima Bean, Coffee Bean, Butter Bean, Refried Bean and ChickPea along with the mother were rescued by People for Animals seven weeks later. Five of the beans were healthy, roly-poly puppies, but ChickPea, who was the runt of the litter weighing a whopping 3.6 pounds, had suffered a luxated elbow probably during birth. By the time PFA was aware of this canine family's plight, at seven weeks of age, ChickPea was facing amputation. He never appears to be aware that he cannot walk the same as his littermates, and he's always right in the middle of everything despite his handicap. His feisty nature has gotten him this far and PFA has done everything medically possible for him. Fortunately, his leg did not have to be amputated, and he uses it for balance (and bears some weight on it). He will be able to get around just fine as he has been doing. Chickpea loves to play and needs exercise. Now, being the sole remaining bean, he is looking for his forever home