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No kill dog rescue
in Los Angeles

A Word from the Founder

My passion for rescue started innocently enough. We had a family dog when I was growing up. Max. Greatest dog ever. She followed my dad home one day when he was jogging. We couldn’t find her owners, so she became ours. That was the 1980’s. I guess you can say she was my first “rescue.”

As an adult, I missed having a dog in my life, but long hours at the office and out-of-town travel made me feel as though I wasn’t in the best position to provide a dog a home. That’s when someone suggested that I foster. Foster? A dog?? I hadn’t even heard of such a thing. I started calling around. Funny how one call can change your life. . .

My first foster, Lizzie, came to stay with me in the Fall of 2009. She was a Golden Retriever mix who had been abandoned in the back yard when her owner’s home was foreclosed and they were forced to move away. I’ll never understand how someone can simply abandon their dog in the back yard. She was so thin. And boy, how she stole my heart. We found her an amazing family in Santa Barbara, near the beach with two young boys to keep her busy. I cried like crazy when she left. I was hooked.

Over the next several years, I’ve gone on to foster more than 50 dogs. Some were only with me a few weeks, some much longer. And then there are the failed fosters… Something they never warn you about. Scout was my first.


Scout was rescued from the Kern County shelter; a horrible, high-kill shelter just north of Los Angeles. The rescue was quick to find Scout a home, but due to the new owner’s negligence, he was hit by a car and suffered a broken hip. They didn’t want him anymore. . .another thing I’ll never understand. After spending a few weeks at the vet’s office, he came to live with me while he healed. What an amazing boy! My guardian, and so patient with the parade of fosters that come in and out of my home. Yep, he was a keeper.


And then there was Timmy. When I travelled, I sometimes boarded Scout with a lady in Palmdale who also fostered dogs. Timmy had been rescued from a hideous hoarder in the Mojave Desert. When she was closed down, there were more than a hundred dogs living in filthy, overcrowded conditions, with little to eat and almost no shelter. The details shock me to this day. Needless-to-say, Timmy needed a lot of rehabilitation before he could be adopted. He had come a long way, but was lacking in interaction with humans. By then I was working from home and my friend asked if I could keep him a few weeks so he could grow more comfortable with people. He never left. We tried to place him a time or two, but it took him so long to trust. It had taken him a month to grow comfortable with me. How could I put him through that again? Timmy’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Just love that guy.

And now, my journey continues. I formed Doggone Crazy Animal Recue in March 2013 to pursue my dream of opening Doggone Crazy Rescue and Retail. One of the biggest problems facing rescue organizations is that they are generally only able to hold adoption events once or maybe twice a week. As a result, the adoption process can be slow. Having rescues available seven days a week for meet-and-greets greatly increases the chances of bringing a family together. One day. . . One day I’ll have a facility, but for now we’re working hard to save a few amazing lives. And volunteers are always welcome. Send me a message if you’re interested.

Thank you for your support and please spread the word. The more people we reach, the more lives we can save.