Read about the heartwarming story of Belle, an English Setter, to find out how these wonderful pilots make a difference to animals and families who are looking for that “perfect” canine addition to their home.

As for DOGS 101, I stumbled upon that show while channel surfing and enjoy it every time I stop to watch.  It’s a kind of video primer on all things dog and each week, a few breeds are looked at in depth, especially in terms of what kind of pets they would make.  The videos of the pups are adorable to watch and there’s always something interesting to learn.  Trainers, veterinarians and groomers are usually interviewed and at the end of each segment, a quick summary  of the pros/cons of the dog is posted.     For example, the Australian Dingo is a very controversial dog and doesn’t make a good pet.  Find out why! On the other hand, the Keeshond, a dog I didn’t even know,  makes a great pet, are good pet therapy dogs who even provided emotional support to the rescue workers in 9/11.    Definitely a show worth tuning into…..

Brandy and Val, LLC supports animal shelters throughout the country through the sales of their toys and books: BRANDY AND VAL: BRANDY AND VAL’S FAVORITE THINGS; BRANDY AND VAL’S SPECIAL STORY. Brandy and Val are two real dogs who went from being down on their luck to very fortunate pooches.  To learn more about them visit their website, Brandy and Val.

We’d love to hear from you if you have a poignant story to share with us reflecting on the rescue efforts. At Brandy and Val, LLC, our mission is “to do good where good is needed.” It is through the sales of our books and toys that we work to improve the lives of pets and animal throughout the U.S. Through the end of September, Brandy and Val, LLC will donate all profits from the sales of mini-Brandy, mini-Val  and BRANDY AND VAL’S FAVORITE THINGS to the National Disaster Search Dog Foundation.

Please watch our most recent interview on last night’s 6pm NBC Chicago broadcast.  Sums up what we’re all about perfectly!

Brandy and Val, their story

HOGAN & ME
by Jane Davis

As I was waiting for a ride from a friend down her “off the grid” road,  a flash of energy came bounding toward me. I knelt quickly on the ground  while a spotted white, brown and black dog leapt upon me. He was  emaciated, dirty and determined. I played with him for a few minutes until  suddenly he sat still, smashed his right paw on my left shoulder and  stared into my eyes, his icicle blue eyes piercing my soul.

“Ghost eyes,” I thought.

“You get it?!” he seemed to say. “You are mine. I am yours.”

As soon as I acknowledged, “Yes, I hear you,” he started jumping all  around.

But he would not get into my friend’s car. I communicated to him that  he had to come on his own. He refused, so I said goodbye.

Two miles later, glancing out the window, I saw him running alongside  the car, a slight grin parting his mouth. He jumped into the car.

But my landlord said, “No dogs.”

We moved.

Two months later the new landlord said, “Dog can’t stay.”

We moved twice more before we found our final home, where we have been  for the past three years.

For the first year, Hogan thought it was fun to play his favorite game  throughout the night: head butting. He would take a running leap onto the  bed and smash his forehead into mine. He remained unsocialized despite the  training he was receiving. Finally, a friend suggested that I spray him in  the face with water. Two sprays later, the head butting ceased. I worked  closely with him, attempting to train him while keeping his wild spirit  intact. We went to puppy training and the dog park. He became increasingly  accustomed to everything in his new life.

He chooses to sleep at the foot of my bed, practically falling off, his  paws and part of his body dangling over the edge. No matter how much I  coax him to lie next to me, he won’t do it. He has determined where his  place is and stays there.

Whenever I sit eating at the dinner table, I can feel a slight pressure  on my thigh. Hogan is not begging for food; he just wants to offer  companionship and love through the gentle resting of his head on my  leg.

One day, Magic, a blue heeler mix found running along Interstate 40 on  the Navaho reservation, was brought to us. Hogan welcomed her as if he  understood the challenged path they shared. I was hopeful that he would  teach Magic things that I could not.

Hogan has great patience, but when he’s pushed it wears thin. One night  around 2:00 a.m., I was propelled from a deep sleep by a blood-curdling  scream. Running into the living room, I saw Hogan on top of Magic. Magic  was on her back, all four paws sticking straight up in the air, peeing  from apparent fright. Fearing the worst, I tried to get Hogan off her. But  this was a dog thing. I did not exist in their world in these moments. To  make a long story short, Magic ceased being a nuisance. Hogan had taught  her in a language they both understood.

I had left three rescued dogs with the Atlanta HOPE-HOWSE, where I used  to live. HOPE-HOWSE is an all-volunteer, nonprofit organization, “without  walls,” dedicated to service as a path to peace, which includes conducting  workshops and animal rescue. Hogan was the first dog to join the  HOPE-HOWSE family here in New Mexico.

Recently Hogan began joining HOPE-HOWSE when we went to the state  penitentiary to do volunteer work. We met with 20 inmates who are part of  the Black Awareness Group that we sponsor.

When I introduced him to the inmates, I told them, “He will go to any  of you who are afraid of him.” As I said this, Hogan got up and walked  slowly towards two inmates who had confessed that they were fearful. Once  they petted him and began to relax, he lay down at their feet.

One of the inmates took Hogan and worked with him for the hours we were  there, teaching him to shake hands.

Hogan is now an official volunteer with HOPE-HOWSE and comes regularly  into the prison. The minute his service collar and leash is put on him, he  intuitively knows he is “working”. He brings unconditional love and light  to a place of darkness.

Inevitably, the day after his penitentiary work, Hogan has a  contemplative demeanor and generally keeps to himself. It’s almost as if  he is reflecting on the community service he has provided. Even Magic  honors his space and does not try to get Hogan to play with him on those  days. Magic will be joining us soon in our work.

Hogan’s intuitive nature, shining through his piercing blue eyes,  radiates all around him.

For more information on HOPE-HOWSE please visit: www.hope-howse.org <http://www.hope-howse.org/> ; e-mail jane@hope-howse.org; phone  505-983-6677; address PO Box 9855, Santa Fe, NM 87504

For continuing coverage and video, check out the ASPCA who is providing field reports along with the AVMA

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