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There are sometimes GSDs out there that GSRNE does not have in
our own program (usually because we are full and cannot take it for further
evaluation, or the dog is in a shelter and we have not been able to see the dog
yet), but we are aware of their plights and want to help them by telling people
like you about them. If a dog is at a shelter and you want more information
about it, please call the appropriate shelter.
We have not temperament tested or evaluated
the dogs in this list. Some of these dogs often only have a week or two to live,
due to overcrowding at shelters.
If you are interested in one, please call about these dogs right away, and
please mention that you saw info about the dog on the GSRNE web site. Thanks!
Note: ALWAYS call first and ask if a shelter dog is still available, too.
Shelters often do not update us when dogs are adopted or euthanized, we have to
keep pinging them. So listings here can be a few days out of date, until we find
out the dog is adopted or euthanized.
Please let the
shelter know you saw the dog on GSRNE's website.
If you adopt a dog that you saw here, we'd
love to hear from you!
These
are dogs we wish we could help and it would be wonderful to know their story
of what happened to them. Email
TMccall488@aol.com
to share your story with us!
Quincy Animal Shelter
A 100%
Volunteer Run, Non-Profit Organization -
MEET LAURA
P.O.
Box 690088, Quincy, MA 0226
617-376-1349
www.quincyanimalshelter.org
Looking for
love: Single, mature, black and tan female looking for a companion to share
long days and quiet nights. My name is Laura and I am a German Shepherd mix
(?) I am looking to live with someone who will take care of me forever. I
have serious issues with my hips and knees and I need pain medication daily. I
can’t go for long walks, but I am still a spunky girl and I will give you love
and laughs-not to mention lots of kisses!
I'm an affectionate lady and think I
will make you a good companion.
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For All The Dogs
In
Shelters Everywhere
TWO LOST SOULS
by Shelly Guidotti
"Did you hear that?" the old dog shouted. They all ran to the
front of their kennel doors to see if someone was coming to "pick them."
"Sorry," he said to the other dogs as his ears fell down
from their perked position. "I could have sworn I heard voices saying,
'Isn't he cute? Can't we take him home with us?'"
"You must have been dreaming again old man," said the dog in the cage next to
him. "Anyway, what's the big deal about getting picked ? We've all
been through that routine and look where it got us." The word "home" meant
little to these shelter dogs.
"Just once, I'd like to feel the warmth of a hand stroking my head," said the
old dog. "I'd like to be the one who kisses the tears off a sad face. I'd
like to curl up next to a fire instead of this cold concrete. It hurts my
bones." He curled up and sighed as the others said, "The only place you're
going to find that is in your dreams old man."
* * *
Hank's wife had only been gone a year but the pain was as fresh as if time had
stood still. He was an old man now, alone and longed for the comfort that
he knew no other person would ever be able to give to him again. What
would his life become without her by his side? Hank's cupboards were close to
bare now and, although he didn't want to go out, he knew he should at least pick
up the basics.
He drove slowly down the side streets for freeway driving had become too
challenging. Suddenly, the car started chugging and sputtering until finally the
engine quit altogether. One of the basic needs he forgot was fuel for the
car! So he coasted over next to the curb, spotting a building within
walking distance. Hopefully, they'd let him use their phone.
He walked into an office area and rang the bell for service but no one came.
He spotted another door going outside, failing to notice the sign posted
"Employees Only". As Hank walked out, he was overwhelmed by yaps, barks and
insane jumping from dogs all sizes and shapes.
He then realized he had unintentionally
gone to the dog shelter. Slowly he walked down the concrete aisle looking
for an attendant.
Three kennels down on the right, the old dog calmly sat there. Why should
the old dog get excited? No one would want him. But, he sensed a need and
couldn't resist offering a kind look and a gentle wag of the tail. As Hank
neared the old dog's cage, he laced his fingers through the chain link to steady
his gait and the first feeling of comfort he'd remembered in over a year came
from a wet nose and lick across his arthritic fingers.
Just then a voice of authority sounded, and Hank jumped. "I'm sorry sir, you
aren't supposed to be in this area!" she said. Luckily Hank didn't know he had
walked into the "final area" where unclaimed dogs were scheduled to be put down.
There went the nudge and lick thing again. Hank looked down to the most
pleading eyes he'd ever seen.
Ignoring the attendants order to leave, Hank asked if could he see the dog
closer? Her demeanor changed completely and her sternness melted away. She
had forced herself to be this way so she could do the part of her job she
despised. She brought the old dog out and instantly the two souls -- once
so lost -- found reason to hope.
Hank's cupboards were now filled, a warm fire crackled and the old dog Smiled
inside as he remembered "only in your dreams." Closing his eyes he felt Hank's
hand stroking his head whispering "sleep in heavenly peace".
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