Reid Rescue is the wonderful rescue where we got Mr. Pooh pants. We want to highlight Reid Rescue to help bring attention to Kristin Reid’s tireless efforts in giving second chances to many a homeless, or death row animal… So, here is her story:

My name is Kristin Reid, and I am just one person who has been taking in discarded dogs (and some other animals) for as long as I can remember. Living in a rural area means people dump animals weekly … Literally. Sadly, about 10 years ago, it became overwhelming to keep and care for everything myself that was being tossed near my farm. I found out about a local rescue, Sav-a-pet, from whom I could ask for help, and for whom who I ultimately became a licensed foster. This was a great relationship that lasted about 7 years. SAP at the time was a huge , well run rescue (though smaller now, it’s still a wonderful rescue) with many volunteers, and was the only rescue in my county. A county which, at that time, and for way too long, only had 4 outdoor runs at the landfill. Yes, that was Monnroe County’s Animal Control. Truly horrifying to see first hand. That image is forever burned into my mind. I will never ever forget going there to “save one” and coming home with all of the worst ones in the 4th run. A total of 4 “medicals”. One small poodle with teeth literally rotting out of her head, matted and thin. She was a tossed out “breeder” who was an owner surrender because she “kept getting out of her pen”. Two black lab puppy mixes with extreme injuries. The little girl drug her front leg because she couldn’t use it at all, leaving an open raw spot on the top of her paw. I later helped her regain the use of that leg with the help of my vet and acupuncture. Her brother, probably 3 months old, had open wounds and one back leg literally chopped off halfway down (we later amputated and he did great). I had no idea how those injuries occurred, but he was walking in that dirty run with his extruding bone hitting the cement. I couldn’t stand it. The third puppy, a female pit mix, appeared at the time to be healthy. She later almost died from the parvo she contracted from that pen. It took 2 weeks of fighting and plenty of money to get her through that.

From that point on, I knew, the worst, the ones who needed the most time, and the most care, were the ones I was meant to help. I was encouraged by several others to start my own licensed rescue for this purpose. To take a small number of the harder cases to be adopted out whenever they could be ready. For some it may only be a few months , but for others I knew it would take years. None would be rushed out, so I set out to build a “halfway house” for them. A place that would be as much like a home as I could offer. Something they could not just survive in, but thrive in. Somewhere they could learn to trust people, to trust other dogs. A warm safe place they could heal at their own pace. Reid Rescue, Inc was born. And it wasn’t an easy birth. Lots of growing pains and lessons to learn along the way, but nothing worth doing is easy. I have been officially up and running about 2 1/2 years and my rescue area consists of a fenced half acre, a 12 x 12 heated and cooled “halfway house”, complete with its own doggie door and deck. 5 dogs currently call it home. Charlotte, a yellow lab mix, is just one who has lived with me for over 5 years waiting for her perfect home. She was one of my fosters for SAP that I ultimately took into RR. Found as a puppy in a trash bag, we think someone unsuccessfully tried to kill her, instead, breaking her jaw and possibly causing her sight impairment. She is 98% blind, has a crooked jaw and is somewhat standoffish when she first meets you. I assume one of these things is why no one wants her, but I honestly don’t get it. She is perfect to me, and will likely live out her days here and that’s ok. She is now an older dog at 8, but a happy dog . That’s what matters . Cases like hers are exactly why I started Reid Rescue.

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