Great Dog Rescue of New England - Meet 'n Greet

Photo by Jessica Sinatra

Photo by Jessica Sinatra

The Great Dog Rescue of New England (GDRNE) is a non-profit that has adopted out over 10,000 dogs since its inception over a decade ago. Most of their adorable pups are saved from high-kill shelters or shuttled in from other rescues throughout Tennessee and other southern states. Some have experienced physical or psychological traumas from life as a stray to abuses by their previous owners. Other have simply been surrendered by families who could no longer care for their pet. The volunteers at GDRNE vet each potential family to make sure that every dog will fit into their new home.

This video portrays one of many meet and greets held across New England each year by the organization. GDRNE and several other local rescues congregated in the lobby of Tsongas Arena in Lowell to connect these disadvantaged puppies and adult dogs with new loving families. Many of the dogs in the video still need a home and applications can still be filled out.

To learn more about the Great Dog Rescue of New England, visit their website.

The Adventures of Mr Norbert Waggles - Part 2

Mr Norbert Waggles Esquire came to us on a chilly day in March. This is an entry from his journal regarding his new life with the Perry Family

15 March 2017 - The cold white stuff that appeared yesterday outside the house has remained. The icy layer locks the odors of the world beneath and I find myself digging through it to find familiar earthy scents. Otherwise, the vast white landscape is quite enjoyable: It cools the paws and creates quite the sensation when in need of rear egress. New England is quite odd and this stuff is just another example.

Cont'd - Big news! My temporary people, fosters, sat me down on the big ugly couch today and told me something unexpected: They decided to hire me as their Dog of the House! I must say, it was very surprising but very welcome news. I hugged the lovely person in my first act as her best companion and friend. The experience seemed to thrill her thoroughly. As reward for my new position, my new people dropped my slave name, Jasper, for my birth name, Norbert Waggles Esquire. I'll have to check with the bar, but I may be able to practice Dog Law the the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Unlike my human equivalents, dogkind usually ignores state lines as they are manmade. Of course, there are exceptions, especially in more liberal areas of the country. The reptile was indifferent to my newfound permanent status, but the cat seemed slightly less aloof toward my presence. Victories all around!

Cont'd - Update: Nothing learned about practicing Dog Law here in my new home, but there are definitely many locals who could use great representation. I'll have to steal some time on the internet while my new people aren't around to find out more.

The Adventures of Mr Norbert Waggles - Part 1

Mr Norbert Waggles Esquire came to us on a chilly day in March. This is an entry from his journal regarding his new life with the Perry Family

11 March 2017 - I am embroiled in a conflict of wills: My people have seen my cheerful demeanor and hearty energy and deemed it unacceptable. Whereas my personality and deep moral convictions took me far in Tennessee, these New England humans find me overbearing and even a poor guest in their home. They called me Jasper and I certainly feel as if their job description for Dog of the House falls within servitude. Am I not a person? Am I not deserving respect and attention? They see me as a mutt and not as an educated and cultured individual. However they came to their decision, I find myself on the move once again. I sit in the rear of their auto back to the shelter from whence I came and then onto fosterhood. Again. I would say I'm bitterly disappointed, but if these people don't have use for an intellect such as mine, then why shed tears? Someday I will find a permanent arrangement.

Cont'd - This is interesting! We returned to the holding facility, but I was ushered right into the back of a waiting auto. The driver, a lovely person, spoke highly of me and seemed to have an unlimited supply of affection. I waited to see where this person was taking me. Perhaps back to my stomping grounds in the South? It was in that moment that I remembered a quote from the immortal Dr. King: "Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed". In that spirit, I made sure that the lovely person driving knew my presence lest she decide to chain me in another facility someplace or bring me into another narrow-minded family unit. I am in the prime of my life and need to find a place in a home where I'm treated with respect. It would also be nice to have benefits and a retirement plan, but that could be negotiated later.

Cont'd - The lovely person pulled into a driveway after our ride, and gestured widely. This apartment belonged to her and it was where I would be staying until she could find another position in another family. The place was nice: Lots of windows, a little space to run around, warm. The person owned a small cat slave named Scout. She was deaf and not at all welcoming, but like all slaves, she demurred to the will of her master. Cats are foolish creatures who believe that defiance is equivalent to freedom and control, but it is they who are closely controlled and confined into little worlds. It was but a few minutes before a man came to the house. He was dressed in a black uniform and cold from the negative temperatures outside. He saw me and introduced himself with an outstretched hand. My background and experience with people has made me quite nervous and skeptical of newcomers, but I knew right away that he was a kind person and unassuming. It became obvious that he lived in the apartment with the other human woman, the lovely one. For now, this would be my people. How long has yet to be seen. 

Mocha the Dog


Hello all!

I just wanted to introduce y'all to Mocha (a.k.a. 'Mo') the Frenchton (half French Bull Dog and half Boston Terrier). While she resides at my parents' house, Mo is a family dog and I make sure to visit her whenever I can (Sorry Mom and Dad, I love you too). 

Mocha was the runt of her litter and it shows. Since puppyhood, she has been very, very, very food centric which made training her easy, because she'll do ANYTHING for a treat with patience. One of the first things we trained her to do as a family was ring a bell so we know when she needs to pee. She waits patiently to be fed and even puts her toys back into a bin. Now adult, she is quite petite, but like her Frenchie lineage, she is all lean muscle and weighs about 15 pounds. When she is let off the leash, Mo is fast and kind of resembles a rabbit the way her hind legs swing from behind her ears to fully extended behind her thin frame.

Personality-wise, Mocha has that playful puppyish demeanor, but I always thought she has the intelligence and mentality of a bigger dog like a boxer. Big dog in a small package! She is far too friendly to make a good guard and very rarely barks. Her only vice is food. She will do anything to get at your lunch and even jump up on the table if you leave a chair out. She also will sit right next to you and drool the entire time you're eating your dinner. Gee wiz! It's not like she doesn't get regular meals!

In summation, Mocha is most likely one of the coolest dogs I know and I will definitely write more about her.