Country Kennel Bully Rescue
Pit Bull Rescue
Who We Are
Welcome to Country Kennel Bully Rescue. We've upgraded our facilities in the fall of '08 and are so excited to welcome you to our new home and roomier dog rescue. We are located on 12 acres with 4 of it being wooded. We are in a very rural area with many of the surrounding areas being wooded land. Our rescues are housed in very large indoor/outdoor pens. All pens have several Kuranda Beds and pens are also completely enclosed. Around our kennel area, the dogs are protected by 6ft high wood privacy fencing. There is also 2 huge play yards built around the kennel area that is also constructed out of 6ft high privacy fencing. Our rescued dogs are allowed in the play yard for 1-2 hours a day to help keep them socialized and to make there stay here as stress-free as possible. We also have volunteers that come in and work with our rescues on leash training and obedience. We take in many owner surrender pets along with the usual shelter rescues.
We just recently helped some pitties from hurricane Gustav in Louisiana. We also attend as many "dog auctions" as possible to rescue and rehome a wide variety dogs from puppy mills. At these auctions we have to use our own funds to purchase dogs that have been kept in "extremely poor conditions, " and used solely for breeding purposes. Once rescued, we have the doggies groomed, fully vetted, showered with love and placed up for adoption. For the most part, our small dogs have come from puppy mills.
Country Kennel has many more goals that we want to reach in the future, of course most of these goals come with a price tag. Of course, donations are always appreciated and help us, help the bullies. We plan on adding the following to our facility in the next year:
-office
-visiting room
-medical room
-grooming room
Pictures of the new facility's rooms will be added as soon as everything has been completed.
9/15/09 Construction on the "Grooming Room"
10/23/09 Grooming Room Is DONE!!!!!!!
2/18/10 Medical room is almost done. We still need to paint and have the floor done!
We purchased a new rescue van!!!! Our van is a 1996 Dodge Caravan with dual sliding doors. We are hoping to purchase another van this summer. Thanks to everyone who aided in the purchase of our van.
We are now offically NON PROFIT 501c3!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Meet our "4 legged" family:
Buck is a 4 year old American Pit Bull Terrier. He was my first bully and he lead me to the path of rescuing. At the time I got Buck I was unaware of the over population of dogs at the shelter and I bought Buck from a breeder. I still feel that I rescued him, because he was in a small room in the back of a trailer in a trailer park. The owners were selling them to anyone who had the money.
Buck is a great breed amassador. He is great with cats, kids, and other dogs. He has even passed his Cainine Good Citizenship in 2008.
Tirxie ia a 3 year old Stafforshire Bull Terrier. She came into rescue after whe was found in the South Bend area. Luckily we had room at the time, because that area IS NOT BULLY FRIENDLY and is almost an automatic death sentence for stray bullies. We had her in rescue for almost a year with no potenial adopters. After having Trixie in our home we were unable to imagine her living anywhere else, but with us. Trixie LOVES the water and is great with other dogs, cats, and children. She is another GREAT breed ambassador.
Oppossum is a 9 year old Applehead Chihuahua. I went to my first swap meet in 2007. While there I was astonished by the amount of dogs being sold. Many were clearly for sale, because they were not producing as many puppies. I walked past a huge wood object with many tiny cages. In one of the cages there sat the tiniest chihuahua I had ever seen. the sign read "5 year old AKC male chihuahua $50". When taking a closer look into the cage I was astonished by how long this tiny little dogs toe nails were. You can see the pictures under "abuse and neglect" on this website. After see that I was not about to leave him just to potentially be bought by another breeder. Once I was handed the tiny chihuahua is was very clear he was not 5 and had never been handled. He was so afraid of everything. It turned out little Oppussom is actually 8-9 years old!!!!! Used all up for the puppies he could produce then tossed away. It has taken little Opposum almost one year to come out of his shell. He now protects our yard fearlessly from the barn kitties.
Ruby is our 2 year old English Bulldog. She was rescued from Jefferson Parish Animal Shelter in New Orleans. I had awlays wanted an English Bulldog as many people do. While on the Jefferson Parish webiste one day I saw Ruby and contacted Jen who runs the shelter immediatley. Ruby's story was she was owned by a breeder who brought her into the shelter, because her puppies had died. Well, he had her do a natural birth which everybody knows bulldogs need c-sections. So, since the all the pups passed away he did not want her anymore. She then was placed up adoption and of course they had many applicants. When she was placed in a home the lady turned around and placed her on craigslist for sale! The shelter immediatley took Rudy away from her. So there she was again up for adoption.
My father and I drove the whole trip to New Orleans, not only to adopt Ruby, but we also got to visit the Jefferson Parish Shelter and meet with Jen. When I adopted Ruby she had a different name, but I had decided on the name Ruby almost immediatley after seeing her picture. A few weeks after I adopted Ruby, Jen asked me what I decided to name her and I told her Ruby. She thought it was very cute. Another week later Jen contacted me to inform that the orginally owners had named her RUBY too!!!!!
Oscar is a 9 year old Doxie. He came to us one day after a puppy mill run. Oscar some how took up residence in my home since day one. He never had an accident in the house and seem to know what is was like to be in a home. I then discovered that he knew the commands "sit", "shake", "up", and "speak". I was clear that he had been someones pet at one point then ended up at a puppy mill. I decided Oscar had been through enough and has found his forever home. Oscar accompanies me at work on a daily basis.
I recieved one of my regular emails in the summer of 2009 in regards to pitties that needed rescued from a northern Indiana shelter. When I opened the email from the shelter in Gary, IN and scrolled through this weeks new dogs that need help I was unaware I would be adding a new member to our fur family. When I saw Tessa's picture it was love at first sight. I knew she was my dog. A few days later she showed up at my house and it was as if she knew she was home. Who ever had her before me loved her at some point. They had allready spayed her, she was social and house broke. As to why they would ever dumped a treasure like her, no one will know. But I am lucky to have found her and gratefull for the people that help the dogs of Gary find loving rescues. Tessa is 2 years old and is great with cats, dogs and children. She too some to work on a daily basis.
We currently work with the following shelters and rescues:
- Marion Grant Co. Humane Shelter
- Lagrange Co. Animal Shelter
- Huntington Animal Shelter
- AWL of Kosk. Co
- City of Rushville Animal Shelter
- Wabash Co. Animal Shelter
- Porter Co. Animal Shelter
- Jefferson Parish Animal Shelter
- Franklin Co. Animal Shelter
- Elkhart Human Society
- Animal Shelter of Gary Indiana
- many other shelters from OH, MI, IL
How Could You
When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End
