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In Memory of Socks 2001-2017
We adopted Socks in 2001 from ABR. The irony of Socks'
story is that I had grown up with Britts. My father was a hunter and we always
had these great dogs in our lives. My partner had always had Labs. When
we decided to get a dog, we always said no matter what that it would have to be
a rescue. I was always searching ABR as selfishly, I wanted a Britt. One day,
there was Socks...a Brittany/Lab mix. It was kismet! His coat was all
brown except for his four feet and a patch on his chest. A few months
later we met Socks and his foster family in Rockford and took him home. We kept
his given name as it was perfect for him and why change the name he knows? Each
and everyday since picking him up, I feel that I was blessed with the best gift
For us, it was love at first sight with Socks. From the
beginning, he was definitely more Brittany than Lab. Man he could run like the
wind and was super agile. In fact, weeks and even days before he died he would still
run like all get out. He loved to swim, loved the boat, loved running, eating
and begging. He was stubborn as a Brit- had his own agenda when it came to
"Come", loved people, was selective with who his dog friends were,
did not like going to the vet and any sort of grooming such as nail clipping,
brushing and teeth cleaning were always a battle. He was the sweetest boy
and a love bug. If only I could give him one more hug and kiss on the
There is the saying "I know love, because I had a dog."
We all know the truth in that. I now know the magnitude of that love
because my heart is so broken without him. For 16 years, he was my
constant companion and love of my life. As he got older, when I would
leave the house to run an errand or would have to leave him for a few days to
travel, he would look at me with that sad face as if asking, "where are
you going? " We had a deal, Socks and I. I would say to him "
I always come back for you little man, and you have to tell me when its
time." We both kept up our end of the deal. Thankfully, his passing
was unexpected and happened super fast. I had no decisions to make, he
made it for me.
The joy of having him for 16 years far out weighs the pain,
at least I keep trying to convince myself of that. I miss him terribly, but
know he is somewhere running like the wind and eating all the treats he can.
Thank you to ABR for the gift of Socks.
Zeebo and Liberty
Happy Anniversary to us! One year ago on
Mother’s Day weekend, 2016, we drove from East Tennessee to Champaign, Illinois
to meet ABR President Terry Mixdorf and pick up our newly adopted dogs, Zeebo
and Liberty. This was only a short time after we had to euthanize our two
Brittanies, Joy and Scout, only a few months apart at the age of 15 years. That
was devastating. And I was really lost without them. It was as if the house was
dead. There was no life, no little feet, and no eyes following my movements around
the house. No one watching me cook. So when I tell people that we got two
rescue Brittanies from American Brittany Rescue, I know they think we rescued
the dogs, but really, the dogs rescued me.
I read stories of adoptions that sound ideal-
everything goes smoothly and everyone lives happily ever after. But to tell you
the truth, when we picked Zeebo and Liberty up, and drove away with them, I was
shocked, and a bit apprehensive. They were pretty wild, and rightly so, in
retrospect, as we were strangers whooshing them away in a strange car! I
wondered briefly if we had done the right thing.
We are lucky to have an almost 2 acre fenced in
yard, so at home were able to let them really stretch their legs. We had ordered two 30 foot long check lines from a hunting supply company so that we
could let them be free in the yard but still be able to get them if they did
not come. That did come in handy; as they needed to have the come command
reinforced a lot those first few weeks. The dogs were amazed at the big mule
and the sheep that live in the barn and have access to the pasture adjacent to
the yard. At first they barked at them, but soon, with a few verbal
corrections, they figured out that these strange new animals were part of the
family. Spring is a wonderful time for birds at our country house- especially
the Purple Martins and Barn Swallows. They swoop and circle low in the yard in
search of insects. This was another thing that amazed Zeebo and Liberty, and
they ran in circles, following the pattern of the swallow's flight.
I took a week off from work dedicated to getting
to know our new best friends. We tend to follow a strict routine, which worked
well to settle them in and help them to feel more comfortable. They quickly
began to predict when we would get up, go to bed, feed the livestock, and our
selves. We fed them at the same time and place every day and used the same
wording for communicating to them, and soon they were listening and following
our commands. Terry told us that they liked human beds, to cuddle, and would
"climb inside your skin if they could" and that is the truth. I have
never had such loving and cuddly dogs. They are obedient, attentive, active,
fun, funny and good natured, and I can’t imagine life without them. Thanks to
Rebecca Rockwell Wallace the ABR coordinator for Tennessee and Terry Mixdorf
for connecting us with these two!
we first took Angel in as a foster dog she had pretty bad separation anxiety
and was stressed whenever we left the house/crated her, resulting in a few
successful escapes and chewing of door frames! After a couple of months we were
able to adopt her.
She has fit right into our family and loves her new brittany
brother Echo. Her favorite hobbies are playing fetch, playing keep away,
barking at rabbits and deer, talking back, wrestling with Echo, and snuggling.
My husband and I love her so much and are very thankful she has relaxed and is
comfortable in her new forever home.
Mallory, Echo, and Angel
We adopted Luna (formerly known as Lulu) through ABR on Saturday. She's from Iowa and traveled South to join our family in the St. Louis area. She's such a sweet girl, and we are so in love with her!!
She has already found her favorite places to snooze in the house and loves squeaker toys. She is a very loving girl.
Thank you, ABR!!!!! Adopted by the Stoll Family
Marley was a stray dog picked up by animal control in Dickinson, ND. There was absolutely no information provided about Marley, except that she was an intact stray female dog. My husband, Tyler, made sure we would only have Marley for a couple weeks until her "forever home" was found. I named her Marley (a dog name I have always love) and my mom knew I hoped for a different outcome.
The pound holds dogs for 10 days, then releases them for adoption. I had planned to pick her up for ABR from the pound on the afternoon of her 11th dog. The volunteer called me back and did not want Marley at the pound a second longer. I picked her up as early as possible on Wednesday morning. Marley and I went home to join our other Brittany-Ruger and Finn-another Brittany we were dog sitting. I always bathe dogs immediately when they get to my house. I scrubbed Marley clean of the "pound" smell and then I will never forgot what happened next. Marley crawling onto my lap after her bath (with me still sitting on the edge of the tub), and I rocked/cuddled her for at least 10 minutes. She wanted to be held and loved the human contact. For the rest of the week (I happened to be off of work due to Christmas break), we snuggled and she slowly warmed up to the other dogs in the home. She was never scared or aggressive, just cautious. Marley had one accident in the house, but figured out where to potty right away.
After a few weeks, we fell more and more in love. Marley gets along so well with Ruger. They compliment each other perfectly, love to play, and go everywhere together. Marley was fixed a few weeks after coming into foster care. She was sore and whining on the couch from the anesthesia the evening of her surgery. Tyler held her and comforted her while I ate supper. He did not want her to be alone. At that moment, he realized she was right where she belongs.
We had a few health concerns about Marley, but she is perfectly health! She was drinking water non-stop and trying to eat her food, Ruger's food, our food, all food. We had her tested for diabetes due to the high water consumption. Everything came back in normal range! She still drinks quite a bit, but her excessive over-drinking has gone away. She still likes to eat (don't we all?), but she has stopped pushing Ruger out of the way to get to his food. I don't know if she needed to learn it would always be there? Either way, she is doing great! She was also nervous about leaving our side during walks. Ruger would run around in the field, but Marley wanted to be held constantly. She has finally overcome that and now runs alongside Ruger to chase birds.
Marley loves when people hold her paw and will take any human attention she can get. She is also learning about the "good life" (we think she was an outdoor dog) of sleeping in the middle of Tyler and I on our king sized bed. On weekend mornings, she likes to wake us up, roll over, and receive belly rubs for as long as possible. Marley and Ruger are an inseparable pair! We also find that caring for two Brittanys is easier than caring for one. They still require several belly rubs and treats from their humans, but they also enjoy wrestling and spending time together. It was a great decision to adopt through American Brittany Rescue!
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Harrison and Sophie
Never in our wildest dreams did we ever imagine that we would leave the Charlottesville farm. Our journey with ABR started last holiday season and ended in the DC metro area. Not quite the Brittany Hillbillies but close. The transition to urban living in an Arlington townhouse was challenging at first. To actually live in a house and follow family rules was strange to us. Instead of chasing chickens, we were on leashes chasing squirrels and an occasional rabbit. We were introduced to foods like salmon, ice cream and peanut butter. The cuisine of Northern Virginia suits us just fine.
Our new family makes a big fuss over us and shows us a great deal of love. They call Sophie “diva” and “the bossy one”. The only nickname I’ve gotten is “Harry”. That’s what I hear when I jump on my parents’ bed. We love going out for squirrel chasing, getting our bellies rubbed and eating treats.
Though we have calmed down a little bit from our days on the farm, Mom learned from a neighbor lady who owns a spaniel that there are training classes in our area. It is not the same school our older teenage sister attends but one that teaches us how to follow instructions better by giving us treats. Don’t know how that works but sounds good to us.
Our family said we will celebrate our adoption with Frosty Paws and peanut butter smeared Milk-Bones. We are ready!
This is Annie in So. California. I moved here on March 12th, 2016, from Salt Lake City, UT. So, my Mom, Dad and I just celebrated our first anniversary as a family.
I’M SO HAPPY)!!!
I’m sorry that I didn’t wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, but I was so busy helping my Mom get ready for my first Christmas with my Forever Family. My brothers and their families from PA and TX came. Boy, there are a lot of them, including two youngsters, and not wanting to miss out on anything, I was really tired at the end of the day.
Again, I thank everyone who helped me get adopted, especially Diana Dorian (the CA Coordinator for ABR), who vouched for my Mom and Dad to my Foster Dad, Mike Barlow (the UT ABR Coordinator), that I’d have a good home here.
I’m also grateful to the Pilots and Paws organization, where my Dad found two generous pilots, John Cadia and Reyna Meenk, who transported me from Salt Lake City to So. CA
I hope all of the other Rescue Brits, who find their Forever Home families in 2017, have as good a home as I have and are as happy.
My Mom and Dad want to add something.
Chuck and I can attest to the fact that Annie is well settled in, happy and loved to the moon and back. She craves attention, petting and love, probably more so than any of our previous three Brits, who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge. And, we’re only too willing to provide it.
Thanks again to everyone. She’ll always be loved and cared for.
If you’re thinking that you want to adopt a dog, there’s no more loving breed than a Brit and no other Brit rescue organization willing to help you as much as American Brittany Rescue (ABR).
Posey and Chuck Leech
After being rescued by ABR from a hunting camp
in Texas in 2011, fostered by a loving family, Elizabeth and Tommy near
Austin and adopted on March 9, 2012, I continue to live happily in
Arizona. I enjoy 3-4 walks around our neighborhood with my humans, Jim
& Theresa each day.
I continue to make new friends while on our
walks. I am staying trim but sometimes I do get treats from our neighbors
and I remember where those special friends live. I enjoy my backyard,
laying in the sun and hunting any little critters that hang out in the
yard. I am so happy that ABR came into my life.
adopted Marley from ABR in April, 2007. He is now 10 years old. He
has brought so much joy into our lives. He is our third Brittany and we
could not imagine our lives without a Brittany in it.
Jack was adopted in March of 2016.
He was overweight and had very high anxiety from living on a chain in his
Jack has managed to conquer both of his issues since being
adopted. He has lost weight and his anxiety has decreased tremendously. Jack
enjoys spending time with his sister Hazel and dad Matthias. Jack LOVES playing
in the snow and is starting to enjoy hunting trips. <o:p />
11.5 years ago I was saddened to have to have my first Brittany put down due to health issues. Friends encouraged me to find a new girl to take her place-even searching the ABR website for available dogs in our area. Through some searching, I was connected with a woman in Albequerque who had a female Brittany of about 2 years that was looking for a forever home.
Kae-la became a part of the family in July 2005. She was an energetic and loving girl--she loved her snuggle time with anyone who would provide snuggles! She also loved "the hunt!" It was not uncommon to find a starling, squirrel, raccoon, or woodchuck presented as a token of appreciation. I'm still convinced the squirrels in my neighborhood have her face on a wanted poster! Sadly, at 13.5 years and after 11.5 years of providing love and smiles to our home, she has walked across the Rainbow Bridge. I so appreciate the love that ABR brought to our lives!
Thank you for all you do for such an amazing breed.
Max (formerly Shiloh) is learning all about being an indoor dog. His dog sister Roxy has been showing him the ropes and they love to play. He loves his long walks...and jogs if Dad is up to it.
Dad has taken him to the country to look for birds and run around in the tall grass.
He is great at the dog park and meeting new people. Now, we just need to convince him that the people food on the counter is not for him
Max is a great goofy addition to our family and he makes us laugh every day.
We are so thankful to American Brittany Rescue and his foster family for giving him a safe place to land and for getting him healthy and strong!
- the Imbergamos
My husband, Jeff, and I adopted Sammy, a Brittany
mix, one month ago. We can not thank ABR enough for bringing such a joyous
addition to our family.
This sweet pup LOVES her big brother, Doc (our 11 year
old Brittany). She has brought about a new energy in Doc. He is a playful pup
They enjoy hiking together in the woods, playing/wrestling in our
yard, and chewing on bones.
We feel we are blessed with two perfect fur babies!
Thank you ABR!
We adopted Annie as a puppie almost 13 years ago.
just lost her just over a week ago. She was a great addition to our family and
are forever grateful to ABR for bringing her into our lives. RIP sweet
We just lost our Benji Boy he was adopted from ABR in August 2009.
Benji was a wonderful sweet boy. Such a good dog with an
abundance of enthusiasm.
Always happy and always enthusiastic. So friendly.
He made our time with him so enjoyable. He was loved by
all - especially small children. He had such a happy face.
We will miss him greatly. Thank you for the opportunity to have him as a member of
our family, Kenneth and Susan Niles
It is hard to believe that it has been almost five years since Ryder came into our lives. He was very young when we rescued him. His first owner neglected him so he had little interaction with humans. It is a tribute to ABR who gave Ryder a second chance. They work so hard on behalf of the breed to educate prospective owners. While we were very familiar with the breed, they took the time to help us understand Ryder's unique personality. Something you will never get with a puppy store "breeder".
To say that Brittanys are smart and loving is an understatement. Ryder added so much to our life. He has endless energy, learns quickly and show us unlimited love. When we recently moved to a smaller house we were concerned because Ryder had a smaller yard to play in. We were not sure how he would adapt. Quite to the contrary he made new friends with our neighbors who walk their dogs by our house everyday to play with Ryder. Everyone knows him by name and love stopping by to see him. He continues to make us laugh at how he wins over the people he meets.
There are so many deserving Brittanys on this website that would make an awesome addition to your family. We are so happy we took that step to talk with ABR about adopting. It was a win win for Ryder and our family and it will be for yours.
We recently lost our
sweet Isabelle who came to us in Green Bay as Ginger from Kansas City, MO in
October of 2002. It was love at first sight! She was the sweetest
girl and we had almost 14 years together.
She had a big yard at home and an
even bigger woods to explore at our cabin in northern Wisconsin. She had many
other Brittany cousins to play with through the years. I think it was a
win-win for us all! Thank you so much ABR for such a wonderful match! Jean Schierl
Abigail "Von Beautiful" VerBeke
My husband, Jeff grew up in a rural area, with a hunting family! Spaniels galore! So when we decided to get a Brit...we decided to "adopt," hence ABR!
After 6 months of trying to get a younger dog (most were on the east coast) we got a pic of an older Brit but I did not "see it!" That moment when your heart goes out and you "yes!, that's mine. Then 30 minutes later, we got a picture of Abby, with a message "you might be interested in this rescue!"
We'll her pic popped up at 6:30pm and by 10:30pm On April 3rd it was confirmed...B'gail had a new home! Reserved an SUV, and begain plotting our journey to IL/IN border pic up! (We were a foster - adopt situation!) We still send pictures to her "first mamma" and kids! Due to job losses and financial issues, they couldn't keep Ab's! (And yes, Abby sends mommy Amy "pup-pic's" for her b'day, Ab's b'day, Ab's "gotcha day, etc....
Sooo...hot-rod Miss A...well, her day is filled with so much activity! (I was told by ABR, that because my yard is not fully fenced we can adopt!) We actually are stomping in the woods, ravines, ponds, the Mississippi, river! We hit creeks, and lakes! Lucky Ab's...well her grandpa lives next to a private boating resort, so ya pup get's all 4 seasons!
Fast forward....this pup is living "la vida loca!"
We have had JJ for about 3 months and things just keep getting better and better. The other day, we were walking around the local middle school and our walk happened to coincide with school getting out. We met lots of kids trudging along home, with their heavy backpacks.
JJ loves people and wants to greet everyone. Our other Britt, Gage, (also adopted from ABR), is happy to be petted but is not so forward. JJ wiggled with delight as we approached kids. I explained he loves people and asked if he could come get petted. The kids all said yes, and I let JJ go up to them. JJ doesn't jump up on people, but literally bounces up to them, wagging his body (he doesn't have a tail), smiling and "talking" (he does this grumble sound), clearly being so glad to see them. The kids invariably broke into big smiles and petted him, and then Gage went up to get in on the attention. We said, "Thank you" for the petting and went on, repeating the process with the next kid...
Brittanies spreading happiness
Memory of Patch, 2004-2016
First and foremost, my wife and I
want to thank ABR for placing Patch in our family 4 years ago.
Patch crossed over the Rainbow Bridge yesterday in a peaceful way with his
human family present. Patch was a
special family member who was a devoted and loving companion. His health
deteriorated quite rapidly due to a nerve defect that impacted his sight and
mobility; but he never stopped being the Patch we knew and loved. This special
Brit will be greatly missed.
to bring you an update about Patch who we adopted a little more than 3 years
ago, just before he turned 8 years old from ABR and Wayne Topa. Wayne is a
breeder in update NY who was shutting down his kennel for personal reasons. His
Brits were entrusted to ABR knowing his pups would receive a good home. My wife
and 15 year-old daughter made the 3 hour drive to come home with a new family
member chosen from Wayne's pack. Well, the adoption was accomplished rather
quickly as one of the Brits came over to my wife, sat down in front of her and
followed her wherever she went during the visit. It seems the Patch had chosen
his new family, we had little to say in his in Patch's decision, he knew who
his new family would be. The attached picture with the blanket is Patch on the
would expect, Patch had a few skills that proved very interesting. It is
perfectly normal, at least for the Brits I have owned to procure food left in a
vulnerable location. However, we learned that Patch could actually reach down
into the kitchen sink to abscond with food that was to be our dinner. Of
course, he was assisted by his sister, Java, in dispatching the chicken, bones
and all. (Note: a discussion and a vet visit proved uneventful.) But, without a
doubt, Patch's most surprising feat was one of daring and cunning. A couple of
years back, it was a few days after Halloween. I came down to the kitchen to
have breakfast and what do I find? Mr. Patch is standing in the middle of the
kitchen table "exploring" the remains of the Halloween goodies. Most
interesting was Patch's reaction. He looked at me, jumped down from the table
and went about his business as if nothing had happened — not a word was
spoken. Please understand that Patch receives nothing but the best care
possible. It is just that every now and then he simply surprises us with his
Patch turned 11 years-old and is beginning to slow down a bit. I must tell you
that Patch is the biggest Brittany my wife, me and our vet have ever seen. He
stands at about 22 inches and weighs in at— 62 pounds.Mind you that is a solid
62 pounds. Arthritis is present, moderately, and I think his selective hearing
is beginning to weaken a bit. However, some things never change — he is the
most loving and devoted dog you could ever hope to have, he looks forward to
his 2 1/2 mile walks with "mom" each day that includes a swim in the
local creek, and he is still attached to Joyce with some kind of invisible
velcro about 24 hours a day. We have had 3 Brits, the first two living to the
ripe old ages of 16 and 14 plus a Great Dane who made it to 12 years old. So,
we expect to enjoy Patch for a few more years. He is a wonderful member of the
thanks to ABR for the wonderful work you dedicate to these great dogs.
Regards, Joyce, Brie and Ken Ludwig
14 years ago we adopted a wild and crazy Brittany named Brisco from American Brittany Rescue. Like an attention deficit, gifted athlete, this brilliantly funny dog made our lives complete -- he made us laugh, made us run, made us crazy, but he gave us 14 of the happiest years we've known.
Sadly, last week Brisco went to the Rainbow Bridge -- and we are heartbroken. Heartbroken, but filled with love at having had him a part of our lives for so long. We've had several breeds, but the Brittany will forever be our favorite.
Thank you American Brittany Rescue for giving us the love of our lives -- thank you for our Brisco. ~ LaRay and Victor Biziewski
We adopted a skinny little orange and white Brittany in June 2002 named Sarah out of VA. She was a little over a year old when we got her and smart as a whip. She was given up because she was gun shy but she sure never lost her hunting instinct. No rabbit, squirrel, bird, snake, or any other creature that moved went unnoticed by her. She also proved to be quite the escape artist leaving our yard on every occasion she could find despite the fence and invisible fence we had to put her nose to the ground and see what the big world had to offer.
We moved in 2005 to a place that had much more acreage and a lot of woods that allowed her to roam as she wanted and the invisible fence contained her for the most part but I mentioned she was smart so she knew when the batteries weren’t working on that collar and took advantage of it. She sent me looking for her more than a few times and when she was able to avoid us finding her she always came back home to sleep in her bed.
Well she is 15 years old now and still with us and although she has slowed way down in the past few years and I’m afraid is not too far off from leaving us but she has been the best dog I could have hoped for. She has had 4 other brothers and sisters living with her this whole time and has seen some pass on and seen new little ones come in and never once was she anything other than a perfect dog letting the puppies climb and bite her ears and never once even growled. All she wants is a good belly rub and a chance to go out and see what is still outside.
Adopting her was the best thing we could have ever done. Even at her at age where she struggles to get up all she wants to do is come get a good belly rub every day when we return from work. The day she decides to go will be extremely sad but she has given us 14 amazing years and will always be loved. Thanks ABR for allowing us to have this beautiful girl and all the pleasure she has given us over the years.
Annie from Salt Lake City. I'm in Southern CA now. My Mom and
Dad saw me on the American Brittany Rescue website and thought that they
really wanted me to come live with them. My Dad contacted my Foster Dad,
Mike Barlow, the ABR UT Coordinator, and they talked. Mike likes to meet
the Forever Parents before he allows his Brits to leave his care, but because
Diana Dorion, the ABR So. CA Coordinator, vouched for my Mom and Dad after she
visited them, Mike allowed me to come to So. CA. Dad and John Cadia and
Reyna Meenk (two pilots from Pilots and Paws), worked really long and hard to
transport me to So. CA. John flew me, with Mike riding along, from SLC to
Boulder, NV. Reyna was to fly me to Riverside, CA, However, the
winds at altitude were so strong that she said that she'd drive me to
Riverside. Mom and Dad said that they'd drive half way to meet Reyna and
me in Barstow, CA. We met there and Mom took me for a walk and I had some
treats and then we drove home to Huntington Beach, CA. I found a nice
yard and a bed that I loved when I arrived at my Forever Home and best of all,
lots and lots of love from all the family. Mom's and Dad's daughter and
son-in-law live nearby and have a two year old Lab mix and a six year old
Australian Cattle dog that I have a great time playing with. We run
around the yard like puppies. I've even spent the night there. I've
met my vet, Dr. Alison Naito. She's been my parents' vet for 30 years and
all of the staff and Dr. Naito just love me. If I ever have to stay
there, it's just like a second home. I want to thank everyone who helped
me get to my Forever Home. I'm really really happy and have lots and lots
of attention and love.
I want to add a little to Annie's letter. She's a lover and fits into our
home perfectly. We especially want to thank Mike, Diana, Reyna and John
for making it possible for us to have Annie join our family. Rest assured
that she'll be loved and cherished the rest of her life. Thank you all very
Talli and Lexi
I feel like Talli and Lexi rescued me more than I rescued them. I
actually saw their pictures on ABR's website before my first brittany, Lucy,
unexpectedly passed away. My husband and I quickly agreed that three dogs
would be too many for us to handle. I had no idea Lucy, at only 7 years
old, would be leaving us so soon. Just a couple short weeks later, Lucy
collapsed in the yard, and even though I tried CPR to revive her, she was
gone. I have never been so heart broken in my life, but as I grieved my
best friend, I remembered those sisters that were in need of a home. I wouldn't
have been ready to search for a new fur friend yet, so I strongly suspected it
was meant to be that I already knew of these girls.
Lexi is the ultimate
snuggle bug and a complete spaz. If there is a lap, she is in it, and she
vibrates with excitement when sitting and waiting for a treat! Talli is
sweet as can be and keeps watch over our family and property and her little
sister. In no time, she wore a path all along the fence in our backyard,
so we call her border patrol! These two have brought so much love and joy
into our family when we needed it most. Thank you ABR for all that you
do, and you rescue more than just the doggies!
- Sara Mercer
We adopted 10 year old Ladybug, a tricolored French Brittany, from a foster home in Davis, California last month. She is adorable and very active for her age. We have lost 3 senior dogs in the past year and we and our 5 year old lab, Piper, were sad in our grief and loneliness for our friends who went to the Rainbow Bridge. We decided to adopt a senior Brittany and a senior Golden. We got Ladybug a month ago and 12 year old Goldendoodle, Chelsea, 3 weeks ago. Piper was always a wanna be Alpha, so this might be her chance. But first Ladybug put her in her place. Then Chelsea put her in her place. Then Ladybug fought it out with Chelsea (A lot of growling, snarling and teeth, but no blood, thank God). In the end, the 3 girls worked it out: 32# Ladybug is the Alpha; Chelsea is next in line, and Piper is bottom dog again.
We also have 5 cats (3 of them are seniors). Ladybug is not a cat chaser, but she moves around the house and yard so fast that the cats thought they were being chased. We used baby gates to help the cats have a safe dog free area in the house. We also put a tall cat tree and high boardwalk and platform under the cabana for the cats to have an escape route and safe observation area in the back yard. Chelsea came to us with a cat chasing problem. My senior cats have been through this before and stood their ground. In a record day and half Chelsea learned the lesson. My six year old kitty, Agate, still doesn't trust Chelsea and stays on the safe side of the gates 90% of the time, but she is getting braver.
We are retired and have time to give these senior girls the extra time and attention they want and need. My husband, Rod, spends most of his days in our large fenced yard taking care of the landscaping, garden and Koi ponds. He has the 3 girls as his entourage.
We adopted a ten year old Brittany, Molly, from the rescue in the past. She was a sweet girl who lived to be 14 years old and is with 20+ dogs waiting for us at the Rainbow Bridge.
Thank you for rescuing Brittanys so we could adopt them.
Janet and Rod Camprini
The last time my
mom updated my story, it was a sad one. I lost both of my sisters a week apart.
My mom and dad worked really hard and found me the perfect new sister! Meet
Bergita! My parents adopted her through ABR. She is a Brittany/Lab mix. My mom
jokingly calls her a Brittador.
It took me a few weeks to start liking her. Now
I love my pesky little sister. She is 15 weeks old now and we love to
wrestle...all the time! My mom says we are crazy! I am teaching Bergita the
ways of the Brittany; we patrol the yard and keep it rabbit and squirrel free!
Someday I will teach her to point to birds, just for fun though. I am gun
shy..hopefully Bergita is not!
Thank you to the volunteers at ABR who took in
my sister, her 6 siblings and her momma. Without them I would not have my new
best friend. Don't worry, my mom will always be my favorite! Love, Sadie and
Bergita from Minnesota
We were introduced to the possibility of
adopting Boo (now an 8 yr old female) in Nov. 2013 by the match making skills
of Nancy Hensley of ABR. Boo had a delightful childhood but her family
could no longer give her the attention she needed and Nancy arranged with the
family to surrender Boo for adoption. We drove across Washington in a
snowstorm to meet the family who generously gave us all of Boo’s stock of gear
and food and gave up the dog they loved.
Our plan was to double up on the
attention we could provide Boo by having both my Mother and I adopt her.
Mother and I are next door neighbors, each with a fenced in yard. Mother is
home during the day while I work so Boo is rarely alone. Mother
feeds Boo, cares for her every need and Boo lives and sleeps with her. I
am in charge of exercise, vet visits and grooming.
Boo gets to go to the
local dog park (which is well stocked with local ducks and geese), hike on
trails through the woods, explore the beaches, walk the extensive paved trails
we have in our area of the Olympic Peninsula of Washington. She is
a dog with a loving heart, a need to be loved, a little anxious about being
alone, but that has diminished over the last two years as she has learned that
we will be back soon. We also have some wonderful friends who come with
their dogs and stay with Boo if we have to be gone for longer than an hour or
two. Because she is confident and not aggressive, she is able to meet
other dogs on the trails and in the parks with great success. She is
funny and smart. Even though we have had a Brittany before, Boo surprises
us every day with the depth of joy she brings to us and the many friends she
has made. Thank you so much to all of the ABR members who made this
I adopted Cooper in late June
of 2010 after graduating college. He was known as Willie at the time. I cannot
believe it has been 5 and 1/2 years together! What an adventure we have had so
far. Cooper has been quite mischievous and the last year was a rough one. He
has always been a garbage hound and broke into the trash bin at the farm and
made himself quite sick.
This fall, I found a lump on his leg and my vet found
out it was a mast cell tumor. It was removed on October 14. The pathologist
said it was cancerous, but it was not dividing. This was great news! Cooper has
now fully recover and lives the life of a king.
We adopted a cat in spring of
2014, and he is Cooper's best friend. He even sleeps in his kennel with him! We
live next to the Mississippi River now and Cooper thinks this is the greatest
thing EVER! Not only does he get to swim, but he gets to be disgusting and roll
in the sand! I'm so glad my boy beat his cancer. Cooper is my best friend and
snuggle buddy. Thank you for bringing us together!
Dollar formerly Ruth
Thought I’d drop you a line to say hello and share a success
story with you. It’s been two years since I adopted Ruth. Re: Ruth PA 4263.
I’ve included a couple of photos of her and my other Brittany named “Brandy”
hunting grouse and pheasant up in the “Pocono Mountains” of Monroe County.
I thought you would be pleased to see what Brittany’s do
what they like to do best. They love getting out in the fields. She responds very well to my whistle commands.
If you recall, Ruth possessed a PA lifetime license. Since I’m a PA resident,
it was allowed to transfer her lifetime license to my name. The cost was only
one dollar. So I thought it was only appropriate for me to change her name to
Thanks you ABR! Donald Barna
Callie and Misty
Our two Brittany’s: Callie is on the
left, Misty on the right. Misty was our 8 year old ABR Rescue from
Michigan. When we got her in Aug 2009 we brought her home to our 10
year old Brittany we had since she was a puppy. They got along great, and
the first time my husband went to throw a ball with her, Misty saw that hand go
up she dove to the ground, afraid he was going to hit her. We never
did that again…poor thing.
She had never learned to play with toys and
when she would pick up one, she’d put it down like she didn’t know what to do
with it. She was beyond affectionate, as she would drape herself over
your lap for attention. In July 2014 she got sick with an auto immune
problem, and an x-ray showed she had been shot 3 times with metal bb’s.
We can only imagine just how hard her life was before rescue.
sick again with her immune problem and passed away in our home on Dec 19<sup>th</sup>
2013. Our other Brit Callie, 14 at the time, went right downhill and
passed away 3 weeks later. We were heartbroken to lose both our
That following August 2015 we rescued Sammie from Ohio. She
was from a family with life changes and they were heartbroken to give her up,
but they couldn’t keep her. She was a very loved dog and fit right into
our home. Since we’ve been Brittany owners since 1999 we just
couldn’t go any longer without one.
Thank you to ABR for giving us two
very loving wonderful rescue girls. We donate every year, but this
one I wanted to put in both Misty and Callie’s memories.
Thanks for all you do for these wonderful
It has been quite a year for me. Earlier this year I lost both of my furry
sisters. My Mom and Dad had to make the difficult choice to help them to the
Rainbow Bridge. I was devastated to say the least. My parents have been helping
me with my grief by bringing a lot of my furry friends over to play with me, but
they know I need a brother or sister of my own to keep me company. They have
been watching the ABR website and are going to find the perfect companion for
In the mean time, I am enjoying the beach, the fall leaves and being with
my family. I have been with my furever family for 5 years now and family loves
me more than anything in the world! I continue to keep my backyard free of
rabbits and squirrels and often bring them to my Mom as an offering of love! I
know she loves it because she squeals and jumps up and down. That definitely
means she loves my presents! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season and
I look forward to updating you when my new fur brother or sister arrives! Love,
Sadie from Minnesota
It's with a broken heart and many, many shed tears that we
write to tell
you we lost Abbie on October 9th, 2015.
She started having symptoms in
August and her Vet told us she suspected a brain tumor. Unable to
believe that in spite of scans, tests etc., we explored the
possibilities of a stroke and even West Nile Virus. In spite of several
medications, she became progressively worse and on October 8th, after I
had a conference with our Vet, she told me it was time for Abbie's sake
to let her go. We did so on October 9th.
She was our third Brit and we
admit she touched our hearts more than the others. She overcame so much
fear from her previous life and she gave so much. The love poured out
of her when she looked at you. Letting her go was one of the hardest
things that we ever had to do but we couldn't let her continue to go on
the way that she was.
We will, in the future, we're sure, have another
Brit but there will never be another Abbie.
Rosemary and Chuck Leech
Victor became part of our family in March 2006, adopting him from a
local shelter. He was a year old and, except for housebreaking, had no manners
whatsoever. Since then we have achieved the following titles: AKC Master
Agility Champion [MACH], Master Agility FAST [MXF], Companion Dog [CD],
Beginner Novice [BN], Rally Excellent [RE], Canine Good Citizen Advanced
[CGCA], an Expert Level Trick Dog title from 'Do More With Your Dog' [ETD] and
in October 2015 began his Barn Hunt career. Victor went into the Barn Hunt ring
three times earning three first placements, with two High Scoring Team awards
and the Barn Hunt Novice title [RATN]! [picture attached]. Not bad for a
In addition, Victor has performed trick dog demonstrations at a dog show and a
humane society open house. For several years he was a therapy dog also.
Victor came to us with a number of health issues and a bad case of fear of loud
noises. Fortunately, with patience and positive training techniques he has
become quite the ambassador for the Brittany breed! He is our boy and we have
been blessed to have him in our lives.
Sharon & Larry Miller
We presented ABR with the
challenge of finding the perfect companion for our 3 year old Mini Australian
Shepherd, Turbo. The criteria we set was specific. Team ABR, specifically Sarah
Parks and her amazing co-volunteers, took our requirements to heart and located
the perfect little girl, 6 year old Sophie, in Utah.
When Sophie arrived it was
love at first sight for all of us. These two are inseparable...we're talking
little, canine soul mates here. Sophie has been with us for a few months now
and we can hardly remember our home without her. She is such an adaptable girl,
loving and eager to please. Sophie has provided Turbo with a perfectly suited
playmate, walking buddy and companion.
Thank you ABR for the work that you all
do to support and serve this amazing breed. We all love our sweet girl and are
so grateful to have her here.
Lynda and Dennis Fabrizio
First time tent-camping with our
three-year-old Brittany, adopted through the Magnolia Rescue. The park required
that dogs remain on a leash at all times (which is fine as we have yet to master
the command "Come"). Sylvie had her first experience hiking in the dunes and
swimming in the clear and warm water of Lake Michigan! The leash allowed her to
swim out to me, then back to shore at will where she pointed huge yellow
butterflies for minutes on end (to the amazement of folks at the beach!)
was a warm weekend, she proceeded to dig a little nest for herself to lay in the
cool sand under our picnic table at the campsite, and appreciated her cozy crate
in our tent overnight. Being "leashed" to her for 48 hours deepened our bond
with Sylvie, and gave us time to see patterns and preferences that would
otherwise not have been noticed.
Thank you Terry Mixdorf, and Lori Weaver, for
your loving work with Sylvie, and all Brittanys and other four-legged
Luke and I got together Christmas Eve almost two years ago. He came home
New Years Eve, so he's always been my Happy New Dog. Happy is the key word. Now,
Luke came to me through the Modesto pound where his aptitude for escape earned
him his name, Cool Hand Luke. Now that he and I are together I make that more to
be Lucky Luke*. We were headliners briefly on the success story page.
But on to summer in the Sierras. We have a new tradition and destination,
Yosemite, more particularly the Dimond O campground just outside the park on the
Hetch Hetchy side. It has been dry here the last couple years and the Middle
Fork of the Tuolumne has been pretty low. Well, now that Luke has memorized all
the good trails around and near the campground he has a perfect answer to a four
hour drive from the Bay Area. He leads me directly to the creek for a refreshing
swim. Last year he was such an avid fisherman he got hypothermia. This year his
efforts were crowned with success. Now I suspect the trout he caught was pretty
slow, not to say dead, but... Anyway he was so proud of himself. He pranced
ashore holding it high. Then he dropped it on the ground and prepared to roll on
it. That was not going to happen! We have a small mountain tent. When I told him
he instantly changed plan and swallowed it down in one fell slurp.
The delightful thing is how happy he is to be in the mountains. When the
stars begin to fade and the sky begins to gray I get the puppy nose in the
sleeping bag. At first I thought he was cold he was trembling so much. It wasn't
even chilly. He was just excited. I try to tell him that outside it will be cold
and we should wait for sunrise. However Luke has a different plan for the day.
If I don't listen to him he says, "Well, I've tried the genteel approach..." and
starts batting me with his paws. Pretty quick he's testing my martial skills
blocking and diverting his old one-two. It's all in fun and he knows I'll give
it up and see it his way sooner or later.
There has only been one exception to the morning routine. This year a momma
bear and her two cubs were hanging around Camp Mather, a mile or so up the road.
Well sometime about O-dark-hundred Luke got busy waking me up. He was trying to
tell me there was something important we just had to go outside and check.
Right. I told him to roll over. It wasn't happening. Well, being the good dog he
is, he must have stayed up the rest of the night on guard. I actually had to
wake him up about 7.
Luke is an awesome traveler. Of course we start at dawn for the cooler
temperatures and I give him pit stops. We go the back roads which is happier for
all of us. Who knew there was still an S&W Green stamp sign at the Valley
Ruby aka Cricket
In February 2002 my father Greg was in congestive heart failure, he survived. Somewhere between the doctor visits, procedures, medications and scares he lost his spunk. In 2006 we said good bye to our trusty little Brittany spaniel Brittany, she was 14 and the house wasn't the same without her. It took along time for my dad to get over her loss and he knew that when he was ready he needed another Brittany.
One day out of the blue in the summer of 2011 he called me up and said "I want a dog, I want a girl Brittany, a liver and white Brittany." Ok I said and off to the internet I went. Rescue was the only option I considered. Luckily the American Brittany rescue was the first thing that popped up in my search and they found my dad the perfect Brittany named Cricket.
My dad and I drove down to Cedar Rapids to get Cricket. We had decided to change her name to Ruby. We met in a parking lot and I'll never forget the moment we met her. Ruby let my dad put his leash on her, she jumped out of the car, licked him, and jumped into my car, she sat down on the front seat and looked at us like "let's go home." In that moment she claimed us and we claimed her.
Ruby and my dad go every where together. They go down to the summer house, rides in the car, to the dog park, and walks on the trail so she can play in the creek. He packs her a sandwich and gives her beef sticks so she won't run away from him. Ruby is never far from his side.
My dad has trained Ruby to wait for the mailman, he will say "Ruby mails coming." She runs out to the front room, sits in her chair nose to the window waiting for the mailman to arrive. He drops a treat in the slot and it gives her something to bark at beside the squirrel that's been taunting her for months.
Ruby isn't the one who got rescued that day, it was my Dad. Ruby rescued my dad. She brought him back to us, his spunk and zest for life had returned. He is the healthiest he had been in over 10 years and it is all because of a Brittany.
Ruby is a dog with a bed side manner, it's like she knows, she will nurse you back to health by never leaving your side. She has the most soulful eyes that when you look into them, you know everything is going to be all right. Ruby is more than a rescue dog, she is a companion, she is family, and mostly she is the medicine that my dad needed.
This little spunky rambunctious Brittany rescued my dad and for that words cannot express how much your organization means to us.
Maddison and Dakota
Brittanys are like potato chips, you can’t have just one.
Maddison was our first ABR almost 7 years ago. She was the companion to Dakota,
whom we got 2 years prior from a breeder (we didn’t know then!). When Dakota
passed over the rainbow bridge due to stomach cancer, it took a long time
before we considered another buddy. A call to Michelle started the paperwork,
and shortly after we were introduced to another Dakota (honest!). They shared
more than just a name. Both afraid of thunderstorms and love to chase deer.
Our newest Dakota quickly made himself part of the family, and he and Maddie
have quickly bonded.
As you can see, whether it’s guarding the house from my office window, to
cruising in the boat or jeep, both ABR are living the life!
So now we have 2 ABR buddies.
So thank you ABR, and Michelle. And yes, we are trying to hold back on another potato
Chris and Beverlee Duffy
It is with a
heavy heart that I'm writing to tell you of the passing of our much beloved
Brittany, Max. We adopted Max in December of 2003 when he was 11 months old.
Max brought fun and excitement to our lives from the moment he came into them.
He was always happy and easygoing and even when he would run off after rabbits
that would wander into our yard (before we got a big enough fence up), he never
went far, thank goodness.
In 2007 Max began having seizures. We were able to
control his condition for the most part with a good diet. In 2014 Max got
blastomycosis in his foot and had to have one of his toes amputated, but he
still didn't let it get him down. Then last summer the seizures got worse. For
the last year we've experimented with various medications and have taken him to
several vets to try and find "the cure" that would get his seizures
under control. It finally became too much for him and his poor body.
He enriched our lives, warmed our hearts and made us laugh for over 11 years.
We were truly blessed to have had him in our lives. He will be greatly missed
10-year-old Maggie came to our home from ABR last December
as the dog with three names. Maggie aka Mandy aka Birdie is now happily
answering to the jingle of her harness as we prepare for a walk.
We shake our
heads in disbelief that she could really be 10 because her energy level is off
the charts. She likes to wear us out as you can tell by the happy smile
on her face and the relaxed posture of my husband in this photo from about 5
miles into a hike on a Gunpowder Falls trail in suburban Baltimore, MD.
husband and I got Todd from his foster home he was one, maybe two years old. We
were told that he had been dropped off outside an animal shelter, half starved
and covered with fleas and ticks. American Brittany Rescue got him, cleaned him
up, took him to the vet for checkup, vaccinations, and neutering and turned him
over to his foster home. We saw his picture and write up on the American
Brittany Rescue website but we actually went to get a little black and white
French Brittany. Once we got there, Todd just seemed to be a much better match
When we got him home, we found out
he had probably never been in a house before as he went over the furniture not
around it. He was afraid of loud noises like thunder, gunshots, firecrackers,
etc., so it is assumed he was dropped off by a disgruntled hunter who had no
use for a gun shy bird dog. Todd had
everything to learn, and in most things, he was a quick learner. I went with
him for two six week sessions of obedience school and he got "Most Improved."
He had to improve, he couldn't have gotten much worse. He learned all the
basics rather quickly and he always comes when I call with one exception. If he
is chasing a squirrel, rabbit, or other critter, forget it. He's focused on one
thing, and that is whatever he's chasing.
We have a large fenced in back yard and that is his domain during the
day, in the house at night. I walk him
through the neighborhood every day and he is known by all the kids and gets to
meet a lot of the other neighborhood dogs. The kids run up and hug him and he never jumps
on them or gets excited, he just stands there and tolerates the hugs and then
About six years ago he was bitten on
the nose and jaw by a Copperhead in our backyard and his poor head was swollen
something terrible. The vet gave him a
shot and antibiotics and the next day he was as good as new but with a new
respect for snakes. He got where he would go around the yard and hunt for them
through the day. Copperheads have great camouflage in dry leaves and pine straw
and at times are almost impossible to spot, but Todd didn't need to see them,
he would sniff them out. When he found one he would bark and jump back over and
over. We got where we could tell his "snake" bark. One summer we killed 14 Copperheads and
all, except for a couple, were
found by Todd. We were averaging 12 Copperheads killed a year for several
years. He hasn't found as many this
summer and we don't know if he has thinned them out or if they run in cycles,
but snakes are not safe in the back yard with Todd. One was escaping down a hole and Todd got him
by the tail, pulled him out, and
immediately slung him across the yard where my husband chopped off his head
with our "snake" shovel. We have neighbors who say "we don't
have snakes". They have snakes,
they just don't know it. We don't have snakes because we have Todd.
is Tinkerbell. We adopted her thru ABR 6 years ago and she finally took a good
She came from Ohio and now lives in Maryland (DC suburbs). She is very
loving and petite and loves long hikes at her weekend house in the mountains.
But when she is in the city she is actually very lazy- so un-Brittany like!
"my name is Jill and I'm the cute
blonde(roan) in back, smiling with my pack. when I was seven my owner died and
his wife moved to smaller quarters in Bend , Oregon. My littermate Abby and I
felt lost, gaining 10 pounds. We went to a new home , but it failed. Then Tom
and Jane in Colorado found us, aged 9, and flew us in to a forever home.
nicknamed the Golden girls, we lost our weight and became sporting dogs again!
when Abby died a year later I was heartbroken but my new family consoled me.
Tom and Jane added another young rescue to even the numbers. I am now a 15 1/2,
the matriarch of the group. what a great place to grow old!!" <o:p />
died at 15 yrs,9 months, the best and loved of the rescues we've had. She
smiled till the end<o:p />
Hi, my name
is Rylee but some of you may know me as Peaches. My foster dad Mike
Barlow rescued me from a shelter in Utah almost three years ago and I made my
way to my forever home with Mike and Cathy in sunny California.
the trip through the winter snowstorms just after Christmas and when I arrived,
there were presents for me under the tree! I knew this was the
place for me but I had no idea how much fun California is!
Since then, we
go to the beach about once a month and take long walks on the beach – well,
they walk – I run and swim! I was pretty unsure about water when I first
arrived but now it is so much fun to jump in the waves or launch into the
This summer, Mike took me on my first backpacking
trip. I wasn’t so sure what was happening when he strapped the pack on me
and didn’t understand why my food was in there but when we got started on the
trail, it all came to me! Miles upon miles of forest and trails to run
chasing squirrels and streams and lakes to swim in! After a 4 mile hike
into camp, we settled in alongside a lake where Mike took my backpack
off. While Mike took a nap, I spent the next hour swimming in the lake –
it was so much fun! Check me out in this picture – is this not the best
place for a Brittany? The Beach Boys said it best – “I wish they all
could be California girls!” Thank you ABR! I have a smile on my
face every day now.
Georgia was adopted in April 2013 and was very skittish. 2 years later and you'd never believe it if you met her now! She's quite the card and loves to roll around on the floor when our 16 year old son, Jonathan, enters the room as she adores him.
We think her breed should be called the "Attention Hound" since she demands to petted always and often. She's quirky in that she's become a hoarder and stashes all her toys in the corner along with several socks that she seems to always find.
She also loves her step-brother cocker spaniel, Brutus, and always gives him at least one cleaning by licking a day. See picture attached of the both of them in the car.
Thanks for all your organization does as she's quite dear to us and we enjoy having her so much!
The Klaus Family
I just wanted to tell you about Roxie. We
rescued her from ABR on September 1, 2011. We got her from the OKC area. She
was 2 1/2 years old. We are full-time motorcycle missionaries and we got her
I mean, who can resist wanting to pet a dog and we are asked
constantly if she can be petted! She is a great conversation starter. We had
her about 4-5 months when we noticed she followed my wife around all the time.
Sometimes nudging her or jumping on her when she wouldn't with anyone else. In
February 2012 we met a couple in Daytona, FL that had a Brittany diabetic alert
service dog. That's when it hit us, maybe Roxie is doing this because my wife
is a diabetic. From that time on when Roxie would nudge, jump, or whatever to
her, she would test her blood and sure enough it was too low. She is now a
certified service dog and goes with us almost all of the time. She basically
works the most while we sleep and she jumps up and down off the bed
periodically all night checking. She has saved my wife's life 6 different times
in the last 3 1/2 years. During the day when she jumps on her, she gently blows
in her face and if she is ok, Roxie jumps down and goes on her way. If not, she
just stands there on her back feet until she knows action is going to be taken.
She is such a blessing to us and we are so glad we found her on the ABR website!!!
Thank you ABR, David and Brenda Pantleo Www.DavidPantleo.com
here. I know what you’re thinking: “What a handsome guy!” Well I’m not just handsome, I’m lucky. I lived in Iowa for 8 and a half years, but
when my first family needed to move and couldn’t take me with them, Terry
Mixdorf at ABR found me a forever home in Kansas. I’m 10 and a half now and I love everything
about my new home—my mom, my dad, my 3 cats, and my new BBF, Gus.
Gus is a
giant schnauzer. He’s only 2 years old,
but he weighs 85 lbs! We live just
outside of the city limits, and Gus and I have nothing but fun in our 2-acre
fenced-in yard. We’re loving, smart, and
immensely talented, especially in the area of landscape redesign. Back in the
fall of 2014, we pulled off one major and amazing accomplishment (and the one
we think Mom & Dad will remember f-o-r-e-v-e-r). You’re really going to be
impressed! Get ready . . . Here it
is: One day in November we discovered
that the mole tunnels meandering through our backyard had become rather
lengthy, and with new ones appearing every few days, the network had become
massive. We’d been digging around on
them for some time, but Mom & Dad always escorted us back in the house
before we could finish our project. But
all that changed when the opportunity of a lifetime came along—Mom & Dad
left us alone in the backyard for an entire afternoon! That was all we needed to show them how
helpful we could be. We put our digging
skills to work and by the time they returned we had trenched the entire network of tunnels covering nearly an acre of
our yard! When they came home and began
looking for us, we were proudly sitting there, exhausted, but waiting to show
them both our massive “re-landscaping” project and our trophy—one of the moles
(and we take no prisoners). Gosh, they
were just speechless. Too proud to
speak, we suspect, because it ultimately took a pickup-size load of soil to
fill in the trenches. Yeah. Amazing.
As great as
digging is, and as accomplished as we are in the art, our absolute favorite
thing to do is ride in the car. Here are
the selfies we took to commemorate our one-millionth ride in the Rav4. Kansas!
Where the digging is great, and the rides are even better.
I want to share the success story of Annie who adopted us in 2005. With great sadness we had to let Annie go last Tuesday. She was my second Brittany to make it to 15 1/2 years. Annie had many "quirks" to work through but she was the sweetest girl.
Our Emma is deeply mourning her loss which is quite something to witness. Here is a picture of Annie with 15 1/2 month old Ember Mae who loved this dog so much. I feel another Brittany is in my future......
RIP Annie Fannie, Chunk, Big Mama and the list goes on and on....
is with heavy heart, that I must tell you that our Sonny dog, adopted October
2009 has been diagnosed with a large tumor on his heart and will only be with
us for a few more months most likely. His age was unknown when we adopted him,
they said anywhere between 6-12 yrs. His health was in pretty bad shape
when he was found. He has been a happy part of our family for over 5
years now! He loves our kids, our cats, and our newer two-year-old
Brittany, Colt. We just wanted to thank you for your rescue work and
keeping these fabulous dogs in good, loving homes!<p>
would also like to look for another Brittany after Sonny is gone. Our
2-yr-old Britt will be very lonely. We would love to find another young
1-3 yr old to bring into our family and become Colt’s new brother or sister.
If you have any available in the next couple months were are interested!
is Sonny, with his smile!
and here is his brother Colt.
Keith and Ellen Mangine
everyone at the ABR. It has been one month since we welcomed Sasha into our
home. When Rick showed me her picture on Facebook something told me we needed
to call on her. We have a 12yo Britt who has been blind for three years due to
SARD. We have been talking about getting a 5 or 6 year old Britt to help her
have more of a better quality of life. When Rick showed me Sasha on Facebook
something told me to call about her.
When we met
her at Meghan's home Ruby walked over to Sasha and touched her. She was OK with
Sasha and we knew she was meant for us to bring into our home. At first she ran
around checking everything out. She and Ruby are getting along great. Sometimes
Sasha gets Ruby to come in from outside. Ruby hears Sasha running around and
wants to know what she is doing. Sasha has become Rick's Britt and she follows
We are so
glad we found Sasha and glad the ABR approved us. Sasha is making our home and
Ruby's life alive again. We wanted to say a huge THANK YOU for giving us the
opportunity to have Sasha in our life. Thank you!" Ruby, Sasha, Ruth and Rick
Mowgli formerly Zach
For two months now we have had a new fur baby in our house. Mowgli
(formerly Zach) has truly come out of his shell. He has decided that this is
home and he is going to invite everyone that walks by to come over and play. He
has gotten along wonderfully with his new aunt Lola and I think they've become
instant best friends.
Now that the weather has warmed up a bit, he has decided that boat rides
aren't too scary. They are just the start to his favorite thing, running around
chasing birds and fish around small islands.
Mowgli also decided that no lap is too small for him to cuddle up into. He
greets me every morning with a big hug, toothy grin, and nubby wag.
That's all for now, time for a walk!
p.s. thanks to Monica and everyone at ABR for not only caring for this
little gem, but for all they do for every other fur child.
Hello, we wanted to share an update on Charley (formerly Crosby). We
brought him home in November, our initial concerns about bonding with our 8
years Brittany, Clementine were quickly vanished when the two met!
Charley towers over Clementine he is gentle and completely submissive to the
little gal. They enjoy walks, playing ball and wrestling each other.
loves snuggling with the family on sofa and enjoys sniffing out the falling
popcorn. Charley came to us from Georgia and has discovered his fondness for
snow and is completely unaffected by the cold weather. He has completely
captured our hearts and completed our family
I just wanted to give an update on Granville. I
adopted him from you in Feb. 2006 - his name was Sonny. Granville has
been struggling through several medical issues since November 2014.
Yesterday he told me it was time to leave for his next adventure. He will
be greatly missed! Granville was the sweetest boy - he played hard and
loved to curl up next to me on the couch. He was my first Brittany and
first bird dog - he has changed my life forever. I have an English Setter
as well and from here on out I will always have one of each. He was the
even keel to my crazy setters - keeping the balance in life. I will adopt
another Brittany from you in the future - just not ready yet. I
appreciate what ABR does for all these wonderful dogs.
Six years ago today we adopted our Buck who was almost two at the time. He has been a wonderful member of our family. We could not have anticipated what a well behaved and loving friend Buck would be. Recently, a wildlife artist painted the attached portrait which was on display at the Southeast Wildlife Exposition in Charleston, so now the world can see what a rockstar Buck is. With gratitude to ABR, Gary and Jane Bullard
Hi ABR and Happy 2015.
It’s another year and Chloe Rose and I are as close as ever.
She goes with me to work almost daily and when she doesn’t she stays home
with mom. She is slowing down a bit now and has trouble hearing. But,
what do you expect at 11!! Her appetite is still good and she still loves
to travel. Hope all is well with ABR in 2015.
Penny and Nickle
I just wanted to pass along a few photos of my two Brittany's. Penny and Nickel.
Penny was an ABR assisted adoption back in 2000. I got her when she was
approximately 1-2 years old. It was unknown as her history was sketchy, and she
had passed through a few hands before she came home with me. I bought Nickel a
year later as a hunting companion and companion for Penny.
These are the most amazing animals and they have enhanced our lives and we
cherish every day we have with them, as we know they will not be here forever
except in our hearts.
Thanks for the opportunity to share this,
ABR Volunteer Florida
Belle Larsen came into our home on February 1st 2014. We had
recently lost our Brittany and wanted a companion for our other dog, also a
Brittany. I was very hesitant to adopt Sarah, a nine year old “pup” but
when I heard that her owner had passed and none of the family wanted her, I just
had to meet her!
Belle is a very energetic older dog who has taken over as Queen of the
Household! Most importantly, she gets along famously with Sassy Sue and they
are inseparable! We are more than thrilled to have been in touch with American
Brittany Rescue and have Sarah Belle in our lives!
This is Abbie checking
in again. I've posted my story before when I was
adopted and on my first anniversary, but I like to keep you informed of how
happy I am.
Today, December 4th,
2014, is the second anniversary of my Mom, Dad and
me becoming a family.
Things were great until
Mom decided to put a Christmas tree in my
favorite corner. Fortunately, after Dad saw how unsettled I was, he made some
adjustments and all is right again.
When I was adopted by my
Mom and Dad, it was apparent that I was, as my
Foster Dad, Dave Smith, explained, "a shy and sweet Brit". When
my folks would inadvertently move their feet near me, I would quickly move away
and I wouldn't let Dad pet my face. But, gradually my fears of new people
were overcome and now whenever Dad sits on the couch, I quickly come to sit by
him and let him stroke my muzzle
and head. Oh, how great it is to know that I'm loved!!!
My Forever Home has been
great. Dad and I take a long walk most every
morning and I see friends I've made along the way. Pretty soon, the
family from the East, Midwest and South will be here for the holidays and I
really like that. I couldn't have picked a better Forever Home so I thank the
American Brittany Rescue (ABR),
Animal Rescue Flights (ARF) and my Foster Dad for working so hard to get
me here. Mom and Dad send their thanks also. I'm truly a member of the
family and, if I do say so myself, a very important member.
Mom, Dad and I send our
very best wishes for a Merry Christmas and all the best in 2015.
Rosemary and Chuck Leech
I have adopted Brittany No
5!!! Her name is Zooey (8). She is in the middle in this picture.
Maya (10) is on the left and Kodi (6) is on the right.
Zooey is a very
sweet little girl that was purchased from Craig's list and then given to ABR. She has fit
right in with the Brittany crew.
She had to have surgery to remove several growths one of which was
cancerous. The vet thinks
they got it all. She will just need to be checked periodically for the
Zooey will start training
in January so she can become a therapy dog like her brother and sister. The
amazing thing is that
she heels so well wearing a martingale collar. She is still
learning stay, wait and down. I have been so
lucky and blessed with the Brittanys in my life
Our awesome Brittany adoptee Connery (formerly Limerick) has been asking me
to let you all know how happy he is in his new forever home.
Connery is everything we were told a Brittany would be: loving, cuddly,
smart, affectionate, curious, and very, very high energy! He's a big dopey dog
who is guaranteed to get into everything he could possibly get into, then gives
you this big dopey grin and you immediately forget why you were mad at
When we first got him, he showed some mild fear aggression, likely due to
his earlier home. But we worked with a trainer and he has completely worked out
of it - now he seeks out other dogs for play instead of avoiding them! We were
also a bit surprised to discover that he has a severe wheat allergy; he cannot
tolerate even the slightest crumb or even a taste of soy sauce without breaking
out into belly sores. But, with a bit of adjustment here and there, and a bit of
strict diet awareness to any friends / family who come to visit, he has been
doing great. He's loving his home-cooked "puppy stew" that I make for him every
2 weeks (and freeze), full of lots of yummy veggies and protein topped olive
His favorite days are spent at Ft. Funston where he can run off leash to
his heart's delight, chasing birds, squirrels, or whatever else he happens to
find. Connery has learned to respond to our voice commands almost 100% of the
time, and is just starting to get the hang of hand signals. He also loves
chasing after a chucked tennis ball, and has begun to grasp the concept of
bringing the ball back so that I'll throw it again. Sometimes he can be a bit
slow to get these things, but eventually he comes around!
Connery is by far one of the most emotionally sensitive dogs I have ever
met. If I am sad or sick, he will not leave my side and pushes his entire head
into my hand for cuddles and pets. He is also the biggest goofball I have ever
encountered! Whether directly asking me to play fetch with him by bringing his
favorite fetch squirrel to me and dropping it at my feet, flopping around on his
back for belly rubs, or play-attacking our other dog on the stairs, he gets a
laugh out of me many times every day. Connery has also recently been
successfully introduced to horses and loves being at the horse barn. He romps
around on long hikes, loves camping with us, and is a great Sunday brunch
I cannot believe I lived so long of my life without this fantastic,
naughty, stinky, goofy, lovable dog. Big thanks for helping me find my favorite
doofus, our lives would not work without him!!
Hello my friends!
Sadie from Minnesota here...it has been a while since I have written. I have had a very busy 2014! We moved into a new house in March. I really love my new house because I have a huge backyard that is fenced, so I get to run as much as I want to! What I love most is that I can hunt rabbits and squirrels all the time! My Mom does not really appreciate me hunting them, but I sure do!
My Mom and Dad adopted another new sister for me, she is a 13 year old Westie. She is ok but I would rather hunt in the backyard than play with her. I have been in my forever home for almost 4 years now. My Mom keeps saying that she can't believe how fast time flies; I think it flies as fast as me when I am on the trail of that wascally wabbit! I hope you all enjoy the rest of your year! Love, Sadie Bear
Our Year with Dublin and ABR!!!
This saturday marks the day we call Dublin’s
“birthdoption day”. When we adopted him from ABR last October 25, we
didn’t know his birthday! So we decided that since then his birthday and
his adoption day will be the same! We have been so blessed to come into the
We have had the opportunity to foster two wonderful young
dogs and look forward to fostering more and more than likely adopting our next
in the near future. We’ve learned so much about not only Dublin but also
about ourselves along the journey the past year. Including he will voice
his opinions when our schedules change and that if there’s a bird to hunt down
in the yard, he will absolutely go for it! He’s caught 2 birds so far!
It’s really just been an amazing year volunteering with the rescue, and having
Dublin in our lives!! Thanks so much for all that you do and we look forward to
continuing working with the rescue!! <o:p> </o:p>
Meghan, Paul, and Dublin Dog!<o:p />
The good news - Luke has landed. I'm sure that if a squirrel passed by on
the telephone line he would follow it forever. Otherwise, he likes lying on
the front lawn in the shade of the plum tree until something more
interesting, like a guided walk, comes up on the agenda. In every way he has
become willing to accede to any reasonable request. Granted, never give an
order unless you believe it will be followed.
Therefore, keep it
reasonable. He's a hunter. He loves stalking the local squirrels and is
overjoyed when he can chase a turkey or a duck. Good thing I like sharing
that with him. As for actually hunting with him, we would probably both
embarrass ourselves. He chases and doesn't want to give if he catches. I
told you about the stinky dead crow which was still intact enough to squeak
when mouthed? Natural squeaky toy...
I'm a lousy shot. Told you about the
hunting day of my youth when the people working the old Brittany got 7
pheasant... and the golden chasing 'em down the ditches caught and brought
back 5? If I take him hunting, it will be where I think an audience
btw - Whatever has been achieved this year has mostly been
through love and affection. I may have tapped him a couple times, but never
actually swatted, much less hit, him. Treats only work around home. When
he's "on duty" he isn't interested. He has frequently hit the end of the
leash, but we both agree that just is what it is. He now understands "whoa"
is a warning that he's running out of slack in his
We've had a couple short Sierra excursions. He has
excellent camp manners and is beside himself with excitement being in the
country. He tried trout fishing but the little guys were too quick for him.
Whatever; he loves splashing around in the Tuolumne*.
Bad news is
limited and neither unusual or significant. Poor guy probably got a foxtail
or something like which dug in under his collar and abscessed. Ugly and
worrisome for his people but it never slowed him down. He loves the peanut
butter in which I bury his antibiotics. Associated bad news is that until
that is healed up we can't wander inour wilder trajectories.
home he has become something of a drama queen, but you could consider that a
floor show. He sings for his supper. Not really, just for treats and
dessert. The vet likes his weight so we must not be overdoing it (And my doc
likes mine, down 12# so far this year. Need a personal trainer? I recommend
Cheers, Charles & Luke
Abby and Luc
Both of my furry children are ABR rescues! Abby on the left is about 5 yrs old now and loves her nightly walks around town. Luc is about 8 yrs old and loves looking out the window. They have become best friends and don't like to be away from each other. They are extremely spoiled and have claimed our couch as their own. We love ABR and so thankful they found our Britts for us! Keep up the fabulous work you do !
Maya and Kodi
Maya (10) on
left, Kodi (6) on right
was taken a couple years ago.
I sort of
inherited my first Britt, Allie. She was
the cutest little chubby puppy. When she tried to point, she would fall
over. She taught me how stubborn and sweet
a Britt can be. She became a Happy Tails
Therapy Dog at age 11. She was an Alpha
dog and tested me every day to make sure that I really wanted to be in charge
and lived to be 14 yrs old. Britt #2 was Sammy (aka Peyton) adopted through ABR
and the Archers. He was around 5 yrs old. He had been named Peyton because he
was so sweet. He was a “born free” Britt…he could not be trusted around an open
door or gate. He became a therapy dog at
age 7. He was born to this…..he was the
best with special ed kids and the elderly.
Around then I adopted Britt #3, Maya through ABR and Evelyn Wheeler. She
was only 1 ½ yrs old and was the calmest and most cuddly Britt I had ever
seen. She was certified as a Happy Tails
therapy dog at age 2. She loves to lay with patients in their beds and play
with the special ed kids. Maya is also
certified under Therapy Dogs Inc. so she can be a Reading Paws dog. Children
come to the library to read to her. She
loves it since she can be petted and talked to for an hour. Maya is also certified as an
AKC therapy dog. Sadly, Sammy
passed away. Maya was so lonely that I
adopted Britt #4, Kodi (aka Archie) through ABR and Gloria Gaffke. He was barely 1 yrs old. He is a typical energetic, nosey and loving
Britt. He has completed Basic and
Intermediate obedience and passed his Canine Good Citizen test. He is now Happy Tails therapy
dog and is also AKC certified therapy dog. He also belongs to TD Inc
and does Reading Paws. Amazingly he is the best therapy dog of
I cannot begin
to express my deep appreciation for the foster parents of my dogs. Gloria even drove Kodi from Iowa to
Atlanta. These wonderful dogs have
enriched my life in so many ways. They
have given so much love to everyone they visit….a smile on a sick child or a
nursing home resident is a great reward.
They have made me laugh so many times and no one can be lonely with a
Britt on your lap or nose bumping your hand.
Tango aka Aspen
In March of 2011, I found pics of a cute little britt boy, in a foster home
in TX. We live in central Wisconsin. We fell in love with his pretty little
face and all of the stars aligned. A friend and fellow Britt lover, Lisa Rice,
from Amarillo, TX was going to be making a drive to WI. I asked if she would
mind a rider and Aspen (now Tango), hitched a ride. The rest of the family,
Annie and Rocket, were not all that fond of Tango when he came home but that
soon changed and he made everyone he met, fall in love. One thing we found out
is that they do, in fact, make everything bigger in TX. Tango is a petite 77
lbs. and is the sweetest lap dog you will ever meet. He is also one of the best
hunting dogs we have ever had and a great big brother to Lola. They and Rocket,
get along so well, it is just great. All of them sleep in the king size bed
with us, altho we are thinking of upgrading Tango to his own twin size trundle
bed. Thanks to all, especially Lisa, for bringing Tango home, where he
Jackie and Clark Albers
My dog Cinnamon is definitely a big ABR success story.
She came to me almost 8 yrs ago thru ABR volunteer Shelli Ray. I can only say that I am very fortunate
Cinnamon knew we were a match and picked me to be her forever home. For I could
not have predicted the joy she would bring and all the fun times we would have
At the time I had a young brittany (Winchester) at home
who had been sad for quite some time over the loss of his older friend. He loved to take care of others and was missing
one that had been in his care. Also,
while we ran every day and practiced agility Winchester- being 2 was still in
need of a playmate. My husband was away
a lot on business and left me to take care of the properties and critters which
left little extra time. We had visited some other brittanys and were pondering over
them when it was suggested we meet Cinnamon. We went to Cinnamon’s foster home
to see how everyone got along. The dogs got along well and Cinnamon liked me
right away. Shelli said she had not seen Cinnamon warm up to someone so
quickly. I figured it had something to
do with the treats in my pocket but she said others had had treats as well.
Next step was for Cinnamon to visit us in our home. She jumped in our pond and would not get out
and did not want to leave. To me it
seemed to be a good fit and Shelli, her daughter and Cinnamon all seemed to
know just how perfect this would turn out.
When Cinnamon first came to our home she would hide under
the furniture when you got home and wait to see what would happen to
Winchester. She was not good with men in general and was very leery of my
husband who loved to pet dogs. After about
3 days of feeding her and petting her she decided not all guys were bad. It
took her about 3 months to stop hiding under the furniture when you first came
in. We had many challenges. Winchester introduced
her to the horses and showed her they were harmless. Cinnamon “tom sawyered”
him out of the front seat of the car and many other prime spots. He really took
her under his wing and showed her everything was all right. I was not going to
do the agility with Cinnamon but after watching Winchester once she showed me
she was capable of doing everything.
Cinnamon is now the happiest dog I have ever seen. Every day she is full of sunshine, kisses and
love. She not only is an agility champion but a favorite in the agility
community and all love to watch her run around the ring wagging her tail on all
the equipment and making loud laughing noises ( It’s not barking). She
entertains all and gets the whole class stirred up. She is always smiling and
people are always wanting to see her. She loves playing interactive games with
you and on cold nights she loves to snuggle and will take your hand and make
you pet her. When she wants something Winchester has such as a bone she uses
her feminine guile to make Winchester jealous and give up the bone – which she
promptly takes over. When my husband got very ill she would check on him
constantly and is now not afraid of any guy.
Now instead of hiding she happily greets you in a play bow wagging her
tail. And the best thing is you know she is wagging her tail with her heart and
truly loves life. There are no bad days-
because all you have to do is go home and see Cinnamon and a bad day is good
and a good day is even better. She can make you laugh every day. I am so fortunate Cinnamon knew from that
very first meet we were meant to be her forever home. We do so many fun things
and she is a quick learner. She loves to be the star of the show. Also, I would
like to thank Shelli Ray, the ABR foster volunteer, whom I felt really put some
time and effort into Cinnamon and teaching her the basics to make her a
successful candidate for a forever home.
By Molly—as told to her Dad & Mom, Bob and Kathy
I came to ABR in 2006, because my first Daddy was living
alone and wanted me to have a better life than being in a crate all the time. The
parting was sad for everyone, but things were about to get a whole lot better…
First I got to stay with Michelle Falkinburg and family for
a couple of weeks. What fun to run around with her “pack” and play doggy games
all day. Then some new people came into my life—Bob and Kathy Ackerman, my
My family was living in New Jersey back then, and life was
good. I had a nice back yard and also got to run on the beach on Cape Cod a
couple of times a year. Then, the most amazing thing happened. My Dad and Mom
packed up all our stuff and we moved to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware!
Summer is pretty great here, because we can buckle up for a
ride in the car with the top down and take long walks at the state park. But my
favorite time of year starts when the beach season ends. Rehoboth is doggy
heaven from October to May, because that’s when we’re allowed to walk on the
boardwalk. I love to greet all the other
dogs, and I beam with pride when people say how pretty I am. I am a walking
advertisement for my breed, because Mom and Dad always explain that no, I am
not a Springer Spaniel, and that I joined my family through American Brittany
This September I am turning 10, and it seems like a good
time to stop and say “Thank You!” to the wonderful people at ABR who took me in
when I needed a home and helped me find a family of my very own.
is Fozzie. He is a 9 month old puppy who was adopted from ABR in January of
2014. He loves fishing and being around people. This is pretty amazing
considering he was petrified of people until about 4 months ago. He's also a
fun loving puppy who wears tutus (once in awhile:)
A message from Karma
Hey guys! Next month
(April) will be one whole year since the wonderful volunteers of ABR helped me
drive nearly 1600 miles from my foster Mom in Wichita Falls, TX all the way up to
Missoula, MT to my Forever Home. I'll admit, I was a little shy when I first
got there, but my Mom helped me get more confident with other dogs (even though
my husky brother is REALLY obnoxious) and now I'm even starting to play with
My Mom is a dog
trainer, and she thinks I'm such a good example that I even get to come to work
and demonstrate my skills! I get to meet lots of other dogs (which are OK), but
meeting all the new people is my favorite! Some of them even give me treats.
When I got here I only knew how to "Sit," but now I can do all sorts
of things, like Heel, Bow, Stay, and I'm learning more all the time! I might
even be learning Nosework soon.
Oh, did I mention I'm
also a hunting dog? We go out all the time and look for birds and rabbits--it's
so much fun! And when I'm not doing all those exciting things, I have lots of
fluffy beds to lay on, and there's almost always someone to keep me company.
Mom says this summer we're going to do lots of hiking and camping.
P.S. -- Even though I
was a Texas dog, I LOVE THE SNOW! All that fluffy white stuff is lots of fun!
This really is the best. Thanks, ABR!
Well, here we are a couple months into the new year with our happy new dog,
Luke, who came on New Years Eve. "Cool Hand Luke" was his pound name.
Lucky Luke is more like it -
I have to say a little prayer of thanks and sympathy for his original people
and home. He obviously had a lot of love and pretty good training. But then one
day he ran past his horizon and couldn't find his
way back. Tapping into the training has been a challenge in some respects. It's
also possible that's just the way he is. He did a runner before. Teaching him
to "come" instead of chasing something into the
next county might just be a life lesson for him.
Meantime, around home he is biddable and a delight. He's loving, cute and has a
great sense of humor. We have all sorts of stories already. And how can you be
blue or cranky with such a ball of energy and joy just waiting an excuse to
have some fun? Had you noticed? Many Brittanies wear their hearts on their
June of 2013 we welcomed ABR rescue Winston (formerly Java)
into our family. He immediately bonded
with our 13 year old Brittany, Clementine, and won the hearts of all our family
(especially our 3 and 5 year old daughters).
He has been a wonderful addition to our family - he's sweet and loving
and always up for play!
Bailey has been with us for 10 years he has been a joy. We had to downsize
to our health but Bailey need to do that too. He is now blinded in both eyes
but that doesn't stop him. He knows the house very well as enjoys just being
with us. If anyone wants to adopt a Brittany you will never be sorry. Bailey
lost his friend Candy about 6 months ago but they enjoyed each other for about 8
years I have attached a picture of Bailey now. He has been the spot light of
the neighborhood. Everyone thinks he is handsome.
Edie Hooper and Don Hooper
Jerry and I just wanted to let ABR that we lost our beloved Ellie Mae on March
7th 2013. We were so lucky that the people who adopted her thought she was too
aggressive with her bone and surrendered her. We were the lucky humans that
picked her up at OHare from New York.
Ellie Mae (or Mae-Mae) was the
alpha female...small but mighty! She loved her bones and you best not tease her
when she was enjoying them! She would do her fake growl when Jerry would
pretend to "take" her bone. We took her down south the summer before she passed
at age 13 and she swam in that pond chasing frogs for 3 days. She slept for a
week after she got home!
The squirrels didn't have a chance around our
home. Although she couldn't chase them like she used too, she sure did make them
scarce around here. My brother bought his Pug dog over in his crate and Ellie
Mae went in that small crate! When Jerry tried to get her out she was having no
part of that and gave him her fake growl. That was her way of telling him she
wanted to play! She loved her crate even though she hasn't been in her crate for
years. When the Pug was ill she watched over him like a mother would.
So many memories. So many nose kisses. She was an independent girl.
Daddies growler. Thank you for trusting us to take care of her. She bought so
much joy to our lives. She came to us at 7 and left us at almost 14. It was a
good 7 years. We just wish it would have been longer. Nose kisses Ellie Mae. We
Dieren and Jerry Hannon
Just thought I would let you know that Chloe Rose and I are doing well.
December marked our 2 year anniversary together and her 10th birthday. Hoping
and praying that ABR will be even more successful in 2014. Here is a current
picture of us.
I just had to write after I read a story of a brittany that "fishes". Our Benji is quite the water dog.
Here is Benji with his fish he caught while swimming.
He lives to swim but his technique could use some work. He is more of a water slapper when you describe his stroke but he loves to swim all the same. Quite the water dog
My husbands favorite caption for the photo is : what do you mean Brittany's are "Bird Dogs"...?
Benji is also a very accomplished bug hunter. He is a relentless hunter if a fly gets into the house.
wanted to send a holiday thank you for my lovely boy. I adopted Granville (was
Sonny with you) in February 2006. He has been such a joy. His is my first
Brittany and not my last :) He has a new sister - Fantasia (a setter/pointer
mix) and is helping her adjust to life in our home. Granville is always very
helpful with new dogs. I have attached his Christmas pic.
you for all you do!!! Enjoy your holidays!
Osmonson, Richmond VA
This is Abbie. I
wrote to you about a year ago after I arrived at my Forever Home. Today, December 4th, 2013, my
folks and I are celebrating our first anniversary together. It’s been a great year for all of us. I’ve really been happy. My folks love me and I’m having a fun
“Dad” and I go for a walk almost every morning. Mom's and Dad’s daughter and her husband have
a Golden Retriever, Boomer, and we love to play together. I get to stay there when my folks are gone.
I wish every dog could have as good
of a home as I do. I want to thank
everyone that helped arrange for me to live with my folks.
You can see how contented I am by looking at the picture that
“Mom” wants to add a line to my letter now.
Chuck and I again thank everyone for adding Abbie to our
family. There were several people
involved and they deserve mention.
Tiffany Dexter, the CO coordinator for ABR arranged the adoption. Dave Smith was the Foster Dad and took Abbie
and a crate, which we had bought for the transport, to the airport near Denver
from where she began the trip to Southern CA.
Julia Ryan-Billings, the Co-Organizer for the Animal Rescue Flights
(ARF), spent hours finding pilots who made the commitment to fly Abbie to
us. David Bamford flew her from Denver
to Phoenix, using Doug’s (I’m sorry that I don’t know his last name) plane. And,
Bob Brown completed the mission by flying Abbie from Phoenix to Fullerton,
CA. The pilots showed ingenuity in
disassembling and reassembling the crate to fit in the planes.
Abbie’s the sweetest gal ever and definitely gives as much
love as she receives. We had Brittany
pups before, but never from the ABR and we encourage everyone to adopt a Brit,
whether young or old, who needs a Forever Home.
Abbie, Chuck and I wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a wonderful New
PS: You can see
pictures of Abbie’s trip that Julia Ryan-Billings posted on the ARF website:
Like so many of the people who adopt a dog from ABR, I had
put down my previous Brittany a year earlier.
Jaque was a wonderful dog, who was with me for nearly 16 years. He was a great companion and hunting dog, who
gave his all every time we went out. He
was healthy his entire life. As he got
older, I would ask him when I fed him, if he was going to live forever. Two months prior to his 16th birthday, Jaque began to go downhill. He
lost weight, became unstable, and gave me a look that told me what I needed to
know. I took him to Ken, the vet where I
got him when he was a pup. He took care
of Jaque his whole life and hunted over him many times. After he examined Jaque, he looked up at me
and said, “Tom, its time”. I didn’t ask
for a diagnosis. I trusted Ken, so we
put Jague to rest. I buried him behind
our house, where he loved to run, and said my good-byes. I was holding it together until my wife
hugged me and told me that he was a good dog.
Let’s just say that “real men do cry”.
A year went by and I was ready for another dog. However, I had just retired and moved to a
much smaller home. My wife wasn’t crazy
about the idea because this dog would have to live in the house, but with a
little persuasion she was on board.
Originally, I wanted a puppy, but the cost was much more than I could
afford. During my search I came across
the ABR website. I had never considered
adoption before, but when I saw all the dogs that needed homes, I was moved to
act. I couldn’t specify a dog that was
trained to hunt, but I knew that a pure bread Brittany would have that
instinct. I soon found Sam only 15 miles
away. I filled out an application and
was quickly contacted. After completing
the process, I picked up Sam. He is a wonderful
affectionate dog, who is well suited to live indoors.
After a couple months of training, I took Sam on his first
hunt. He ran over the first bird, but
retrieved it to hand. After that first
encounter, he quickly connected the scent with the bird and began pointing from
farther and farther away. The picture I
included shows Sam on a staunch point.
You can see in his eyes that he’s doing what he loves.
Even though I call him Jaque from time to time, Sam is my
boy now, and a much loved member of our family.
I thank ABR for the good work that they do. I have also volunteered to help transport
dogs. It helps me to give back a little
of what I have received.
We were looking for a pet, in particular, a dog and specifically a “Brittany”. I found the American Brittany Rescue web site and browsed the photos and bios of various dogs until I found a story and photo of “Kipper”. After talking with the area representative and asking for information , he put me in touch with the owners. At the conclusion of our telephone conversation we agreed to meet and evaluate Kipper as a possible pet from our prospective and they to evaluate us as parents for Kipper from their prospective.
It was a good meeting and we decided Kipper would be just fine for us. They agreed to allow us to become Kipper’s family and to provide a “forever” home for him. Their oldest child, age 5, I will never forget. He loved his dog and as I looked into his eyes full of tears, not really wanting to give Kipper up, I promised myself I would love this dog as much as this boy did.
Driving away was the hardest part. Kipper was constantly looking back as if to say “ Is he not coming along with us”? However, the transition went very smoothly. These parents had taught or trained Kipper so well, I now understood why they chose the name Kipper. (Kipper is a character in a series of books for preschool-age children by a British writer) Kipper was an English Gentleman We were not going to change his name.
Kipper was smart, good looking, had good manners, was house broken, kennel trained ,had personality PLUS, and his shots and records were up to date. He is the only dog I have ever known who would wait for the command to eat from his bowl. You could put ice cream in the bowl and he would not move toward it until you gave the command OK. What a wonderful job these parents had done with Kipper.
We took him home, taught him his new boundaries and wow, what an experience for us. We have had the privilege of loving and caring for Kipper over the past eleven years. He has traveled across the United States with us, up Pikes Peak, along the Grand Canyon, up the Great Sand Dunes, visited the beaches of Delaware, North and South Carolina and Florida.
What a trooper! Every place we took him he acted like a gentleman and loved everyone he met, especially children. He was family!!!
Kipper was diagnosed with Renal failure and yesterday we lost him. Words cannot describe the sadness and loss we have experienced nor the emptiness we feel. He brought so much joy into our lives and was so giving. His love for us was truly “unconditional”. How can I ever thank the original parents of Kipper for their remarkable gift? We gave Kipper a forever home, but he gave us a life time of memories filled with love and happiness. His parents wanted “only the best” for Kipper and they were heartbroken to give him up. We gave him our very best and we are heartbroken in having to give him up. He was, is still and will always be a part of our family. His DOB was August 12, 1999 and DOD October 25, 2013. Kipper was an American Kennel Club certified Brittany.
Thank you American Brittany Rescue! Thank you and the many volunteers it takes to keep your organization up and running. Thank you for the shelter you provide, the foster care you offer, the transporting and medical attention given to many. You have brought untold joy into the lives of many by your labor of love for these precious friends.
In October of 2006, my family was blessed with a new
member, Jillybean. At the time we were told that she was about 7 months old,
but after another visit to the vet they decided she was actually about 14
months. My dad had said prior to her arrival that we could only get a dog if we
named it Scout, after our beloved hamster. “It’s a boy and a girl name!” he had
said, so wouldn’t you know it, we named her Scout (Scouty). She was originally
found on the side of a highway in Virginia with her mother Celia.
After 7 great years, we have accumulated a bunch of
different nicknames for Scout (i.e. Scouty-Badowty, Scooty-Batooty, Pups
MaGups). After years of spoiling, Scouty prefers to sit in her own seat in the
car, sleep in a human-sized bed, and spend hours of relaxation in the lake. She is an avid fisherman but after many head
dunks she has never come up with a fish. Where ever we go, everyone is
interested in Scout, from the way she swims for hours to the way she points her
paw when she sees a squirrel. There are no words to describe how perfect our
Scouty is. Thank you ABR for giving us an amazing dog, but really another
A little over five years ago we were asked by American Brittany Rescue to foster a sweet Brittany named Libby. She had been turned into a shelter in North Platte. She had obviously just had a litter of puppies and was still lactating. She was brought back to Omaha by Nancy and Harlan Vogel who asked us to foster her. She was spayed at Rockbrook Animal and came to our house to recuperate so that she could be adopted out by American Brittany Rescue.
Libby was a shy baby right from the start. When the doorbell rang, she would run and hide. When our other two dogs would bark she would hide. Her favorite safe place was behind our bed in our bedroom where she was out of sight. She would occasionally sleep on the bed with us but she preferred her little dog bed behind our bed where she was safe from all loud noises and the commotion of the other dogs.
I quickly feel in love with my dear sweet Libby. When the call came that a family in Atlanta wanted to adopt her I just couldn't send her half way across the country. I knew that she would be scared and I couldn't bear the thought of life without her. So we kept her. As our daughter told us, "you guys suck at fostering".
She loved to go for walks but even on her walks she was timid. She seldom would use the whole leash length, preferring to stay next to me. Lee took her out hunting but it was clear she was not a hunter. She had that Brittany nose and a couple times she pushed some pheasant out but she wasn't a pointer and just liked going for walks in the fields.
She was the sweetest dog I have ever known. She wouldn't hurt a soul. She seldom barked and never showed any aggression to anyone. One time I had her at the farmer's market on a Saturday morning. I didn't see the little girl who came suddenly at her from the side. All of a sudden there was a three year old hugging her tight and squealing "doggie"! The little girl's mother was horrified, scared that the dog would bite her little one. But Libby didn't even flinch. She just stood there and let the little girl hug her and pull on her ears. Many people around me commented, "that is a great dog, most dogs would have bitten a kid coming at them suddenly like that". I said, "I know".
About a year ago she started to slow down. We knew she about five when we got her so we thought she was just starting to get old. I took her in for tests and our vet found her thyroid was low. We put her on thyroid medication. Then last summer we had her clipped for summer and I noticed that her hair was growing in and she seemed to be panting a lot. I started googling her symptoms on the internet and it seemed to match "Cushing's Disease". I called the vet and he said to bring her in for tests.
He tested her adrenal function and sure enough she had Cushing's. Cushing's is a disease where the adrenal gland produces too much cortisol. Most likely in her case it was caused by a tumor on her pituitary gland. The symptoms are increased thirst and feeding, hair loss or failure to grow, panting and fatigue. We started her on a medication called Veteryl that can lessen the symptoms. She did better for a little while, she got a little bounce in her step and this spring she was actually chasing things in the field again. Her hair wasn't growing but we didn't care.
The past two months she had started to go downhill again. We had her tested for diabetes, which can be caused by Cushing's, but she was negative. She was losing weight and pacing incessantly. It was hard for her to sleep at night. We started giving her Melatonin. She started having accidents in the house. Libby never ever had accidents before this. She could go twelve or more hours without peeing. She was such a good dog. When we left her for long hours she never peed in the house. We would be standing at the back door with her legs crossed, but she would never go.
Then yesterday she seemed really restless. She was panting and all of a sudden her legs went out from underneath her and she couldn't stand up. I took her right into the vet. They did x-rays but couldn't find anything. She had developed a massive infection in one of her mammary glands. The vet said that Cushing's causes a compromised immune system that can lead to devastating infections. She had IV fluids and three antibiotics last night. The vet wanted her to stay overnight but I couldn't leave her there. She came home last night. She was walking some but she wouldn't eat. I sat out on my deck last night with her laying next to me. I thought she might be ok.
I took her back into the vet this morning for more antibiotics and fluids. Mid day the vet called me. It was the call I expected but dreaded. He said that she might be doing a bit better but that given her condition we should consider letting her go. Of course this was already in my heart but I knew the time had come for me to make the most painful decision of pet ownership. I knew that I couldn't put her through any more. I had to let my baby go.
Lee met me at Rockbrook Animal this afternoon. I held her and told her how much she meant to me and how much I loved her. I told her what a great dog she was and how much I would miss her. I told her that I hoped she was going to a better place and that I would be with her one day. Then I let her go. She died just as she lived, no sound, just gentle silence. I was so lucky to have her in my life. I think that dogs are just another reason I believe in God. They bring so much joy to us. They bring a love that is so strong and so unconditional. I am blessed to have known Libby. Sweet dreams my Libby Lu.
Shortly after my husband and I got married ten years ago, we started considering
starting a family...beginning with a dog. We did lots of research and knowing we
wanted to have children eventually, we landed on a Brittany since they were
known to be wonderful family members as well as good companions for
We soon reached
out to ABR. One day, our rescue coordinator emailed me a picture of an orange
and white Brittany that was a local stray and had just come into a local
shelter. He was holding a huge blue toy ball in his mouth and I swear he had a
smile on his face. We were smitten instantly and upon meeting him, knew we had
to have him.
Despite having four different types of worms - including
heartworms - our Jesse was the happiest, most special dog we'd ever met. From
day one, he aimed to please us.
It was rough at
first, despite our immediate bond, we had some hurdles to overcome. He had to
undergo heartworm treatment. Not fun for him and not fun for us. Limiting
exercise for a one year Brittany puppy is a challenge!
was a disaster. He would claw himself to the point where he was bloodied and cry
endlessly. Upon opening the door, he would jet out to drink excessive amounts of
water. It was as though someone previously threw him in a crate with no water
and never let him out.
He was initially
very frightened of large men and kids. He refused to let my dad let him out to
use the restroom when we were at work. He would go in a corner and start to
treatment, we were able to start obedience training. By this time, I had become
pregnant and was struggling a lot with nausea. In training class, Jesse would
pull me nearly to the ground, increasing my nausea from being moved too and fro
by this little ball of energy. After a few weeks of this, the instructor
suggested the gentle leader collar. I guess she figured I was no match for his
nose! The gentle leader became a life long friend to Jesse as well as
As the months
rolled by, Jesse began to settle down. With sufficient exercise, he was calm
when around us, his people and extremely friendly with all people and dogs. When
I was at the end of my pregnancy and would lay on the couch on my side, he
snuggled up behind by legs and laid his head on my hips. It was a precious
tradition we continued for years.
When we had our
first daughter, I experienced severe postpartum depression. Many days and nights
I would be crying in despair, so tired and unsure how to properly console my
colicky child. Jesse was there for me, every moment. He would place his head on
my lap as if to so "it's okay. You're a great mom".
He had a special
relationship with both our daughters. The first time both of them giggled out
loud was watching him jump in the air to catch popcorn I threw to him. I have
numerous pictures of him allowing the girls to smoother him with hugs and
kisses. He was also known to turn up with bows in his hair. He'd simply look at
me as if to say "don't they realize I am a boy??"
As the years
went by, Jesse mellowed. At a checkup with the vet last year, the vet commented
"he's turned out to be such a good dog. He was WILD when you first got him. I
didn't know if you all would make it!" 9 years later, I had forgotten what a
ball of fire he was at first. All he needed was some exercise, love and
By last year,
Jesse lost nearly all of his hearing. When I would return home after being out,
he would be curled up in a ball on the rug by our front door. You could see the
nose marks on the front window where he'd been watching us, probably thinking
"come home soon! I'm much happier with you here". I would gently wake him and
he'd greet me with a vigorous tail wag and a kiss on the nose.
In November, we
lost Jesse in a tragic accident. It was so sudden. Even today, when I arrive
home after being out, I occasionally tear up when I see that rug by the front
door, looking so empty without his sweet orange and white body curled up in that
ball. Our girls still pray for him every night when they do bedtime
Jesse taught us so much. How to love unconditionally. How live
happily through pain. How to trust again after someone has hurt you. How to
experience pure, unadulterated joy in the little things (mainly, a tennis ball
and a game of fetch). How to comfort someone with a gentle touch.
I will forever
be indebted to ABR for the joy and cherished memories you made possible for our
family through introducing us to Jesse.
If anybody sees
this story and is considering a Brittany through ABR, all I can say is that your
life will be so much richer for it. Several months since Jesse's passing, we
have already adopted with ABR again. We discovered our home is just not the same
without a fuzzy friend - or friendS. We adopted two Britts this time (which we
Thank you ABR
for the beautiful gift you gave us through Jesse.
The Sher Family
With apologies to H.A. Rey…This is George. He is a good little monkey, and always very curious.
George is (NOW!) a delight. He’s been with us for just over 2 years now (adopted from ABR May 2011). He’s still a work in progress, but so am I. When I first got him he just couldn’t settle…and I thought I knew hyper after having my son’s Brit live with me most of one summer! George is Brittany number 3 ½ for us (2 of our own plus our son’s dog). We’ve had the fearless dominant personality dog and the one who was a nervous basket-case (timid, OCD about things being out of their proper place). I was used to “zoomies,” where they would race through the house with their butts tucked under, spin in circles (again, butt tucked under!) on the bed and then leap into the next room, tear around the yard with expressions of pure glee…But George would run laps around the yard, as fast as he could, then come in and run laps around the dining room table. He’d sit down, then almost immediately start to trot around the table again. Even then, he thought everyone was his new best friend…he just couldn’t settle to be petted unless he was dismantling one of his toys (or a throw pillow…and he did that a LOT!). I actually cried a lot the first few months, from pure frustration and near despair. I kept telling myself that if I just was patient and loved him enough, eventually he’d be a really good dog, but the only time he was “calm” was when he was stalking birds or asleep. I thought about getting a thundershirt, but then saw a posting on the ABR bulletin board that suggested rubbing him HARD, like deep tissue massage. It worked ; he turned into a little limp dishrag in my lap. At that point I started letting him sleep on the bed, and that seemed to help as well, once he figured out that he was only welcome if he actually SLEPT on the bed, no leaping about or chewing the people. We took an AKC obedience class and “graduated” successfully October 2011 (although the trainer looked at us the first night and sighed, “oh, a Brittany”). It did teach him to focus on me instead of the distractions around him. He loves to do tricks for treats, will play ball for hours if someone will keep throwing it, and thinks everyone he meets is his new best friend, even the vet. And over the course of his first winter with us he learned that it’s GOOD to sit on the couch together in the evening and be petted. He’s very loved, and we thank ABR for rescuing him and helping him find his way to us.
We had our first brittany, Freckles, for 14 yrs. She was such a joy to our whole family, she grew up with our kids! We waited for about a year after she passed to start thinking about getting another dog. My daughter actually found ABR online and they accepted us to adopt one of their dogs. We adopted Turbo in Feb of 2010. Turbo was six when we first got him, and he has been with us for 3 years now. He has been such a pleasure to have! It took a little while for him to adjust, but I really think he just needed to learn to trust us and to get used to his new surroundings. Now all we get is that loving brittany look, and it looks like he is smiling as he chases the birds out of the trees and around the yard.
He likes to cuddle, go on walks and to ride in the car. He has also made it his duty to guard our yard from all birds and small animals that try to come in and invade.
He works so hard that in the summer he gets really hot. We had a water feature in our yard that he tried to take over as his own pool. We could not believe he could even get in and out of it because it was only slightly bigger than him! We ended up buying him his own little pool, so he would stay out of our water feature! He loves laying in his pool on a hot day.
We also have a place in northern Michigan which he loves to visit with us. We were worried about the car ride up there at first, but he is so good. He sleeps the whole way there and back. Up north there are a whole new set of smells and animals. He has encountered a skunk, deer and even snakes up there. We do a lot of jeep riding up north and he is always the first one in the jeep. We took this picture and really feel that it says it all. We truly love having Turbo as a part of our family and feel like he is truly happy with us as well!
Hello my friends, Sadie from Minnesota here!
I am sorry it has been so long since my last update, but boy have I been busy! I took my first road trip last fall, we went up north to see the beautiful fall colors. I was so excited I just couldn't contain myself! I met some new friends along the way and really enjoyed my first time in a cave. Yes you heard that right, a cave! It was really dark but my mom and dad had a flashlight, so I wasn't scared at all. A few weeks ago I took my first road trip out of state. We went to Wisconsin where I met my cousin Murphy; he is a Weimaraner. My mom said she couldn't believe that two dogs could run all weekend and never get tired! We had so much fun and I cannot wait to go back.
My mom adopted a new sister for me, a kitty named Mia. I really love Mia, at first I wasn't sure I liked cats but she is a lot of fun. Sometimes I get a little too excited and I play a little rough, so my mom and dad have taught me that "if she squeaks leave her alone". Sometimes I make the kitty squeak...ooops!
While I love my travels, my friends, and my sisters my favorite spot will always be anywhere that my mom is! I hope you all have a great summer!
In September of 2002 we traveled from Ohio to Illinois to adopt Charlie, a 7-month-old orange and white Brittany that we'd discovered on-line at the ABR website. Our two kids, then aged 8 and 5, were so excited to meet their first puppy and Charlie didn't disappoint us. When we got to his foster residence he was full of energy and, more importantly, full of love.
For his first nine years, he was very energetic and everyone in the family did something with him. My wife would walk him early each morning, the kids would play with him in the afternoon after school, and he was always happy to see me each night when I got home from work. I'd chase him around the backyard, then feed him, pet him, and talk to him about my day. When I was outside doing anything, he was always right there with me. He was absolutely the most enjoyable dog we could have ever dreamed of.
In all his years, he never barked. He never growled. He never bit. He was, I believe, a slightly atypical Brittany but in every other respect (energy, intelligence,) he was all Brittany.
In 2009, we noticed he seemed confused and before we knew it, he'd become blind. He also developed a liver problem and canine Cushing's disease. Yet through it all he was still an awesome dog. He easily learned his way around the house and around the backyard even though he couldn't see. We did a few precautionary things around the house to protect him and very quickly he adapted to his vision problem. And fortunately, for about 21 months, his Cushing's disease didn't cause any problems. But, as we'd feared, about three months ago it did start to get the better of him. As his health declined, he still retained his dignity and his spirit. Then about three weeks ago, he went downhill rapidly. The weekend before he passed, I sat with him in the backyard and told him how much he'd meant to me and to the rest of the family. I also promised him I wouldn't let him suffer just so that I could selfishly have a few more days with him and I promised him I'd be with him at the end.
On May 16th, 2013, at age 11, we had to have him put to sleep. After all he'd done for us; my wife and I were there at the end with him. I held him and petted him as he took his last breath. As we drove home without him, my wife said "I lost my walking buddy" and I responded "And I lost my outdoor buddy."
Without a doubt, I think this Brittany was the perfect choice for us. He fit our lifestyle and he made us all extremely happy. I'm so happy that ABR linked us to this wonderful dog and I hope that lots of other families have the same experience we did. I miss Charlie every day and I'm always thankful for your help in making my life better by giving him to us.
Bill Kugel, Dayton, Ohio
Rusty - A Final Letter
It is with a heavy, broken heart and many tears that I write this final letter. The ABR & Terry brought a Senior named Rusty into our lives on July 4,2009—it didn’t take long for my husband and I to realize we were Blessed with a very special companion. He tried so hard to please. He soon learned that we didn’t own him but rather he owned us !
Rusty trained himself to awake me whenever my Oxygen failed during the night. He would be insistent by my bedside until I sat up—I soon learned when he did this that there was a problem with my Oxygen.
Late 2011 he was diagnosed with a most horrible disease—Canine Cushing’s. The process caused rapid declining health and many issues but Rusty –the gentleman he was—retained his dignity and stature through it all.
Yesterday on May 20, 2013 I told Rusty it was OK for him to go the Rainbow Bridge. I didn’t want him to suffer more and more. I learned that to be a responsible pet owner who loves the animal deeply --as I did Rusty—that you must know when it’s time to let go. To hold on any longer would have been my own selfishness so I knew I had to do what was best for him.
Rusty, indeed, touched many lives while we had him. When word got out—Rusty had about a dozen visitors who came to say good bye to him. What a tribute to a most awesome Brittany.
Rusty enjoyed his last ride with us on a bright sunny day. Then passed peacefully in my arms. As most pet owners will understand, I am simply lost. I would like to thank Terry from the bottom of my heart for all the help—which allowed me to have him as long as I did. I sincerely thank the ABR for what you do in rescue and placement work—and I do hope others will realize how much the Seniors have to offer. I may have not had Rusty the many years I would have liked but the years I had were certainly quality ones.
Today is a new day
for decisions to be made.
They will be mine to make
and mine alone—
Good or bad –I will be responsible.
As the sun sets in the evening shadows
I will reflect back
on the decision I made
and know it was best.
Thanks to the ABR—and Terry –for enriching our lives. Rusty left many memories behind and will never be forgotten.
Linda & Merrill Ritchie Indiana
Memphis was a 1 year old Brittany that was found as a stray and taken to the local humane society in Utah. He was only 23 pounds with hips and ribs showing when he was rescued and brought into ABR. At the end of October Memphis along with 2 other foster dogs were transported from Utah to California. Memphis was my first foster so he will always be special to me, but he is even more special to his forever family.
Memphis was adopted in the beginning of December by Don and Pattie and went to go live in "puppy paradise". Don and Memphis soon became inseparable. Recently, Don had to have a full hip replacement and spent 4 nights in the hospital. Memphis missed his dad terribly, but it gave Pattie and Memphis some bonding time. When Don was released from the hospital, he couldn't get upstairs so they made him a recovery room on the first floor of their house. Not only was Memphis happy his dad was back, but he stayed with Don downstairs.
One night Don and Memphis were asleep in the recovery room at the house. Twice during the night Don was having problems. Memphis ran upstairs, woke up Pattie by barking and ran back downstairs. When Pattie went downstairs, Don did indeed need help. Needless to say, they are so proud of Memphis.
Don and Pattie are looking into getting him registered as a service dog so he can assist Don through the recovery process. It just goes to show what natural instincts dogs have when they are really bonded with their person. He hasn't had any "assistance dog training" from them, but he sure saved the day that night!
The Life of Riley,
One more happy ending. I lost two beautiful loves of my life in early 2010, my wife and first Brittany, Jake. His passing was no surprise, he was 15 yrs & 5 mos. They passed away 5 wks apart and on the same road. Needless to say 2010 was not a good year.
I found ABR on the computer with a dog fostered in Iowa, recommended by the coordinator Rebecca in West Virginia. What a great day for Riley and me. September 6 2012, I drove 2500 miles by my self round trip to Illinois to pick him up. I am proud of that, 84 plus. Riley has no bad habits or medical issues. He is a very young 9 years old very handsome, the ladies say so.
In my retirement community he is a very popular dog. We all know how good they are with kids and people. I think there size, beauty, and personality make them one of the best breeds for family pets. I now have great friends at ABR, Thanks to every one.
Rick & Riley
I adopted Lucy 12 years ago this month driving from just outside of Toronto Ontario to Southbend Indiana. My husband thought I was crazy as we already had one Brit named Amber but I fell in love with Lucy photo and her color(my family always had the orange and white).
She was a typical Brit active and loving. She drove me crazy dead heading perfectly good tulips all the while staring at me as I was yelling no. As the years went she mellowed as Brits do but her love for me and the family didn’t. My youngest child (my son) learned to stand grabbing hands full of Lucy’s fur to pull himself to standing. Lucy never flinched nor bit but as soon as he was firmly on his feet and he let go Lucy would lick him and run off. She adored going for walks and especially if it meant to a school where the children would give her all kinds of scratches.
This past weekend I had to make the difficult decision to have a her put down as a tumor was affecting her ability to walk. When the time is right I will once again start searching this website again.
Thank you for bringing her into our lives.
Here’s an update on Annie that we were fortunate enough to get from you. She is getting along ok she is totally blind and is doing ok. The vet is checking on her every 4 weeks to make sure the quality of life is there. I’m too blinded by love to see if she is having issues with her health. Again I want to say thanks for a great rescue dog. When we finally do lose her I’m thinking I would like to adopt a senior dog who is not to overly active. I’m old and broken down too! I’m sure when the time is right you can help me out there. Again thank you Mike Chlebowski
My name is Abbie, but you knew me as Lilly when my picture was on the American Brittany Rescue site. I was living in Colorado with Dave Smith, my foster Dad. I was really happy but I needed my forever home. My Mom and Dad saw me and decided to try to adopt me. A lot of people, including Tiffany Dexter, the CO Coordinator, worked really hard to make that happen for me. Dave agreed to keep me until December as Mom and had a trip planned.
On December 3rd, Dave took me to the Denver airport and gave me to a nice pilot, David Bamford, who flew me to Phoenix. Bob Brown picked me up and I spent the night with him. On December 4th, he flew me to Fullerton, CA where my folks met us. They took me home to Huntington Beach, CA. I settled into my new home with a new bed, toys and all the goodies. I felt right at home and quickly met the family. Boy, there were a lot of them
over Christmas! But, they all loved me and I thought this was a really good deal for me.
I want to thank everyone that helped get me to my new home. I know Julia Ryan-Billings, of Animal Rescue Flights, worked really hard to get pilots to bring me to CA. I'm loving my new home and family. Thanks so much.
Mom wants to add a few words.
Chuck and I want to add our thanks for bringing Abbie to us. She's our third Brittany and our first rescue baby and we couldn't be happier or love her more. She's a real sweetheart and gives as much love as she receives.
She's become a real member of the family and while she's obedient, she rules the roost. She's finding the family room couch quite to her liking for her nighttime sleep. Thank you all so very much for making it possible for us to have her. Our previous Brits were with us for 16 years each, so hopefully Abbie will set the record.
Posey and Chuck Leech
Hello ABR, Jesse here....
I've been with my forever family for about 1 year. It's been great, so many new things to explore and chase. My family doesn't hunt, but that doesn't stop me. I've caught rabbit, mice, and much more. Once I chased a turkey straight towards my big sister and it almost ran into her ( I didn't catch that one).
When I'm not out in the woods I love to get belly rubs and snuggle. The only thing I don't like so much is that I still have to get my nails cut......that's the worst, and such a waste of time. The thing I like best though is hiking in the woods with my big brothers and sister.
Our family acquired our first Brittany, Lizzie, as an 8 week
old pup. She grew up with our kids and was totally devoted to our family.
When Lizzie was ten, she developed an aggressive form of bone cancer; the
disease progressed so quickly that we had to put her down within a few weeks.
Our hearts were broken.
Several weeks after we lost our Lizzie, I
found American Brittany Rescue on line. I fell in love with the picture of a
four year old male Brittany from TN. There was just something in his face
that made me know he was "the one."
Jake had many issues when he came
to us. His first owner, of two and a half years, was so physically abusive
of the dog that another family intervened and offered to adopt Jake. For the
next year and a half, Jake was kept tied up outside this family's home and
was not fed very often. As a result, he became an escape artist and
frequently broke away, only to
come home again a few days later.
was rescued by his ABR foster mom, Jennifer. When she picked him up, he was
skin and bones, fur matted, covered in ticks and fleas. He cowered at loud
noises and was terrified of men, particularly those wearing baseball caps.
Jennifer cleaned him up, fed him, and took him to the vet for a checkup,
neutering, and heartworm check.
When we met the ABR coordinator who drove
Jake from TN to MI, Jake was cowered in the front passenger seat. He rode
home in the back of our car, turning his back on us during the entire trip.
Our German Shepherd, Emma, met him when we arrived home, letting him know
who the alpha was around our house.
Within three weeks of his
adoption, Jake managed to escape and ran away with our neighbor's dogs during
a snowstorm. We put up flyers all over the county and after six days of
numerous "Jake sightings", we managed to track him down about 15 miles away.
He seemed very glad to see us and other than having lost a few pounds, was
none the worse for wear. Even
though Jake was wearing a collar with new ID
tags when he ran off, nobody had been able to get close enough to him to read
About a month after his arrival, we were dismayed to discover
Jake growled at our children when they petted him any time he was laying
down. After Jake nipped our youngest son in the face several times, we
enlisted the help of a dog trainer to help Jake successfully overcome his
A few months after his adoption, Jake was hardly
recognizable. He stopped cowering after a month or so and started joining
our German Shepherd in chorus whenever they heard a strange sound. They
became the best of friends; the two could always be found sleeping near each
Eventually I started to take Jake to work with me. He greeted
everyone at the door and found a comfortable place from where to observe
their music lessons. He became known as the "pet therapist" and proved he
could be trusted around children of all ages.
Jake loved to ride in
the car. He was my traveling companion; I took him everywhere with me. He
loved sitting in the front seat and sniffing all the delightful smells along
our country roads. He was equally fond of running in our woods, followed by
a delightful swim in our creek and a
roll in the leaves.
Last June we
had to put down our 11 year old German Shepherd. Jake missed her, but was
also in failing health. He was diagnosed with laryngeal paralysis and even
with treatment, it was evident that his days were numbered. Jake's breathing
became a struggle by mid December and I knew we had to let him go. We called
our vet and took him in; he died peacefully in my lap.
We have just
submitted an adoption application to ABR and are awaiting our next adopted
Brittany. Home just isn't home without a dog. I am attaching one of my
favorite pictures of Jake. He looks so regal and content; thank you for the
nine years of happiness and love he brought to
My name was Nick I was adopted in January 2012 my new name is Ciel A.K.A Chunky Monkey, I have been with my forever family since.
I'm spoiled rotten, I love sleeping in my new bed with my mom and dad and my new brother Bobby. But I really love my new friend who is a squirrel and we talk to each other by the fence and or the tree. I also love my big sister who shows me a lot of love by hugging, kissing, and nibbling on me.
I REALLY love my moms cooking its better than dads and big sisters. I'm in puppy heaven with all the good food and love!!!!!!! I was adopted in Denver and live large in Colorado Springs. MERRY CHRISTMAS! and I hope every Brittany finds as nice a home as I have.
Our Brittany spaniel Breaker was not a rescue through ABR, but ABR was part of his life. Shortly after getting him as a “State Fair Special” because he didn’t have the “characteristics” his breeder wanted, Breaker became a part of our family. We enjoyed camping, hiking, sleeping and trips to the dog park for many years.
After we saw so many dogs being abandoned by their owners due to natural disasters or economic distress, he and I wanted to give something back to less fortunate Brittany spaniels who needed help while looking for their new “pack.” So two years ago we began donating monthly to ABR. Yesterday we had to say goodbye to Breaker suddenly and unexpectedly but we will keep up his good work with ABR and someday when we are ready, we will look to ABR for the next love of our lives…
Hello! Cooper and I just wanted to drop in and update everyone as to how he is doing 2.5 years after we adopted each other. Coop insists I use that phrase, because from the first moment we saw each other I knew it was destined to be.
The little guy has been my rock, my laughter, my daily dose of wiggles and sunshine nonstop since I brought him home in a tornado (literally, as I dragged his kennel up the stairs to my apartment, the sirens kicked on and we had to camp out in the first floor hallway). He howled along with the sirens and had everyone in my building in stitches. The fun has not stopped since! He still enjoys taking 3-4 trips out to the stable to see my horse a week. He no longer needs an e-collar or leash and comes back immediately when he is called. He knows to stay out of arenas, not walk behind horses, and to (mostly) leave the barn cats alone.
I cannot find the appropriate words to describe my deep thankfulness for helping me find my boy. Cooper has been a tremendous joy in my life and the best friend a woman could ask for in her twenties. ABR was a lifeline to the best part of my life, and I hope to someday adopt a brother or sister for Cooper from this group! I hope you continue to bring the unique richness of Brittanies into the lives of canine deprived people for many years to come! From both of us, thank you for all you do!
To my friends at ABR!
25 years ago, I had a Brittany. After getting distemper from a bad shot and having to put him down, I went away from the breed to German Shorthairs. Now 25 years later after my GSR's passing away, I took a year to mourn but needed a companion.
I was looking at the ABR website and found this 8 year old beauty!! Wow, I had forgotten what a wonderful breed Brittany's are. It was love at first site last December when I met "Lady Aspen" from Utah. She was being fostered in Reno, NV.
Within 30 seconds of meeting, she sat down in my lap and whispered in my ear, "let's go home". I changed her name to Chloe Rose. I call her Rosie, Rose, Chloe, Chloe Rose, and she answers to all of them. I live on 10 acres in Northern Nevada and she gets to run free with me. She's been with me ever since. She goes to work with me and travels everywhere with me. I just love her!!! I think she loves me too.
Faith and Hope
The path that led me to the American Brittany Rescue was much like that of many other Brittany owners. My story begins with an ending…the passing of my beautiful Brittany, Gaines. Gaines was my first Brittany and he was my buddy from the time he was eight weeks old. He passed away from lymphoma at the age of thirteen in September of 2008. Soon afterward I discovered the ABR and that is where I first saw Woody. Woody was a six year old Brittany that had been in foster care for three years. No one wanted to adopt him due to his diabetes insipidus. Likely he developed the condition due to damage done to his pituitary gland after someone had obviously hit him in the head with some sort of pole or stick. To this day he is afraid of any type of stick, broom, etc. His foster Mom, Judy, in Arkansas almost took him off the list, but once I read his story I knew he was the dog for me. His official name is “Woody Guthrie” because he was found in Oklahoma, fostered in Arkansas and is now home forever in South Carolina. Woody certainly traveled many roads, “this land is your land, this land is my land”. Woody is an amazing animal and each day I’m thankful that I was the lucky one who got to bring him home. He is so well trained that I can take him to the beach and let him run free off his leash. He will continually look back to make sure he hasn’t gone too far. One short call is he is back by my side.
Last Christmas we had another loss in the family. My English Setter, Rivers, passed away a few days before Christmas from old age. Rivers was over fifteen years old and I have had her since she was twelve weeks old. Rivers was a year younger than Gaines. I really hated to see Woody by himself without a companion so my husband and I decided to look at the ABR website. That is when we saw Hope and Faith. Again, my heart was saddened that two beautiful girls could just be abandoned and starving. We contacted the ABR and the girls were still available for adoption. We went thru the process to adopt Hope and Faith and now their forever home is in Myrtle Beach, SC. It is quite ironic that Hope and Faith were fostered in Fayetteville, NC and Woody was fostered in Fayetteville, AR. Seems somewhat like destiny. We aren’t sure if Hope and Faith are sisters or mother/daughter, but they are certainly somehow related. I can’t say enough about the dedication of ABR and the foster parents to see that these dogs receive excellent care and medical attention. Hope and Faith were starving and heart worm positive, but now they are in perfect health due to the love and dedication of their foster parents, Jill and Dennis.
Hope and Faith have now been with us for a few months and although they look alike their personalities are very different. Hope is so very loving and wants constant attention and reassurance. Whereas, Faith is loving, but she is a bit more independent. Without a doubt Faith is the hunter in the gang. She and Hope found a possum the other night and luckily we convinced the girls to “drop him”. Woody is adjusting to all the new activity in the house and playing with his new sisters. It is such a joy to see the three Brittanies running thru the yard. Hope and Woody enjoy their daily swim in the river while Faith sits on the bank and barks. This weekend we took the girls out on the boat for a day of crabbing. They were fascinated to see crabs in a bucket. Woody is not much of a boat dog so he stayed at home. The picture is of Faith and Hope on their first boat ride—Faith is looking at the camera and Hope is looking to the water. We love them all very much and are thankful that the ABR rescued each of them.
Brian and Chapel Gause