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| Name: |
Mojo
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Age: |
Four years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
Beagle |
| Home: |
Las Vegas, Nevada, USA |
My
name is Mojo; that's short for Missouri Joe. My new Mom and Dad gave
me that name because I'm from Missouri and I'm named in memory of "Joe"
Beagle from New Mexico Beagle Rescue. I have a beautiful, new home with
two other beagles: big brother Bugle and big sister Ginger. I can run free
and play in our big backyard. We have lots of grass, trees and bushes; a
bridge to run across and a waterfall with rocks where lizards live. Bugle
and I love to hunt lizards and explore all over the yard! My new Mom is a
great cook. I get lots of good, home-cooked food and clean water. Mom and
Dad give me lots of love and tell me I'm a very handsome little boy.
But my life wasn't always this happy. There was a night when I had lost
all hope and my will to live. This is the story of the miracle that saved
my life.
Mojo's Midnight Miracle
The Missouri puppy mill where I was raised was shut down. I and many other
dogs were crammed into crates and loaded into a panel van. We didn't know
where we were going but we drove and drove. I couldn't tell if it was day
or night. Finally very late at night on Sunday March 9, 2008, the van
stopped and the doors were opened. We were in Las Vegas, NV! I heard
frantic voices everywhere as our crates were removed from the van and
opened. We were being separated by breed by many rescue volunteers. It was
mass chaos with dogs barking and people yelling. My crate was set down in
the middle of all the confusion but nobody came to let me out. My crate
was horribly filthy after such a long journey. The smell was so bad I
couldn't breathe and I couldn't see because my eyes were tearing and
stinging. I was so scared and miserable I was shaking and crying. I just
didn't want to live anymore.
Then I heard a soft beautiful voice. She said, "Little One, my name is
Mommy Trish and I crossed the Rainbow Bridge last month. When I lived on
earth in Santa Fe, NM, I devoted my life to rescuing beagles and finding
forever homes for them. I heard your cries and I felt your will to live
slipping away. So I have been allowed to come to you in spirit with this
message: Do not despair; it is not your time to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
You are special and deserve to be happy, loved and cherished. Someone is
coming just for you. She adopted one of my beagles three years ago and is a dear
friend. I have chosen her especially for you but you must be strong and
hang on until she arrives. I will guard your crate so nobody else can take
you away. You will have everything you ever dreamed of and more. And I
will always be watching over you."
I thought I was hallucinating. Who could possibly want me; a dirty,
smelly, scared, forgotten little beagle? I felt myself drifting away when
I heard different voice.
"Hey, has anybody checked that crate in the middle? I think there's a dog
in there. Wait, I think there's a beagle in there! Oh lord, what's that
god-awful smell? No, no, no, this is not happening; not on my watch! Come
here, sweetheart, come out of that nasty crate. Come to me, my precious
baby."
She gathered me up in her arms, hugged and petted me, and kissed my head.
With tears in her eyes she told me I was beautiful and this would never
happen to me again... ever! She wrapped me in a towel and she took me
home. We went straight to the shower where she shampooed and cream rinsed
me over and over. Oooooo, the warm water felt so good, and the shampoo and
cream rinse smelled so nice. As my new Mom was toweling me dry a man came
into the room. He said, "Look at him; he's beautiful and he is the perfect
combination of Ginger and Bugle. He has Bugle's face and Ginger's body
coloring. He could be their son." I didn't have to wait long to find out
who Ginger and Bugle were because they were right there trying to sniff
me! But I was too exhausted to be sociable. I just wanted my new Mom to
hold and comfort me. After awhile I was able to eat a little food and
drink some water. My new Dad had a kennel ready for me with soft clean
blankets. I collapsed from exhaustion relieved to finally feel safe. The
miracle my angel Mommy Trish promised had come true. I was home.
Mojo officially joined "The Pack" at Casa San Vito on March 16, 2008. It
is now three years later and Mojo is four years old. He was afraid of
everything...stepping on the grass, birds or anything in the sky, any loud
noise, even his own shadow! Bugle and Mojo bonded immediately and they are
now inseparable! Bugle taught Mojo everything he needed to know to be a
happy beagle. Big sister, Ginger, is quite the "mother hen" keeping her
boys in line on a daily basis. We are so blessed to have these beautiful
four-legged angels in our lives.
PLEASE - Save a beagle today! If not a beagle, then any dog or cat!
Shelters and rescues everywhere need our help and support. Your life will
be enriched with unconditional love and joy beyond measure. Adopt, Don't Shop!!!
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