My name is Roger and I’m a shy guy. Somebody left me in an apartment complex near the library. The steps were concrete. I didn’t know what to eat. I was a baby and didn’t know where my mama was. But some sweet children found me and helped me out and now I have a partner named Rudy and life is pretty good.
I had pretty bad ringworm when I got rescued but I got medicine for it. It was ugly. Maybe that’s why they left me on the concrete. But I’m cured now and I’m gaining weight and sometimes I’ll allow myself to be cuddled.
PS I really liked the dried out carrots.
Hi! I’m Henryka, the most exotic chicken on the farm. I was found way out by the river, huddled under a bramble bush. It was cold and uncomfortable, so I did not protest when Farmer Anne picked me up and took me home. I really like to live indoors. I really don’t like to be outside with the other chickens. It is going to take a lot of convincing and bribery for me to want to live outside with those barbaric common chickens. Pfui. I like to ride around on Julie’s shoulders when she is working in the bunny room. I also sing off key loudly and often.
We lived all our lives with the lady who saved us as tiny kittens (she even fed us with a dropper bottle to keep body and soul together). She loved us so much, and she let us take care of all the mice in the barn where the horses lived. But then the farm was sold and the horses went away. There weren’t so many mice, either. She loved us but she knew we needed a farm to take care of. The dog in the household didn’t like Cracky, either, so going to the new homestead and living with him was a big “No dice”.
We are doing a bang up job of rodent control and serving as welcoming committee.
We’re both big boys and love to be held and loved on. Fatty sings all the time and Cracky has a tendency to find corners to sleep in, worrying everyone as to where he is!
My name is Jethro and I come from the hills of Kentucky. I was in really bad shape. I’d lost half my body weight and had almost no hair, and I’m pretty sure I heard folks saying I was “ugly”.
They tell me I’m a Catahoula Leopard dog, but with something else probably mixed in. Well, it’s true I don’t know who my daddy was.
I reckon good fortune was on my side, though, when somebody dropped me off at a vet’s office. I cannot tell you why, but the ladies who worked there were on my side. They helped me eat and feel better about myself. I went from 29 pounds to 56 pounds in just 3 months, and most of my hair came back. The Bourbon County Rescue folks brought me up here on a long, long drive and I had no idea what was happening. Being the tidy sort of man that I am, I didn’t mess in my kennel the whole drive, but oooo-ee I sure had to go when I got out of there.
Then like magic, I was living on a farm. I will say that folks around here have funny accents, but other than that I love it. I have dog and cat friends, and people keep telling me how handsome I am. I’m awfully happy to have been given a second chance in life.
I am one lucky little sheep, don’t you know? Well, maybe I won’t be little for long because my daddy weighs 300 pounds and he is SO handsome and strong. I’m a hair sheep. That means I don’t have to be embarrassed in the spring and get tipped over and shaved naked. Nature lets me shed all by myself which is fine by me.
So I was born with not quite developed eyes. I have amazing hearing and smell, though. I use my ears all the time so you will see me tilting my head to figure out where things are. I really love people – people have been very kind to me and made sure I was always safe. I have made a wonderful friend here. His name is Ricardo and he’s just a little younger than me. Just quietly, he’s a bit bossy but his friendly personality makes up for any bits of grain I have to give to him.
Just for your information, I love pieces of corn and I really love neck massages.
I was housed in a very crowded and dirty place with a lot of other dogs who looked like me. Some of them were my brothers. I liked them and they liked me, but we did not get enough to eat and we were not happy, and one of them died and just lay there and we didn’t know what to do about him.
I don’t know how it happened or why, but by some miracle, one day these human ladies showed up with a big white dog. The big white dog’s name is Sam. He said he is a distant cousin. He waged his tail and lifted his ears and I felt happy for the first time in a long while. But I was still afraid and the long car ride made me so uneasy.
And then …. I came to this place and there were sheep dancing and goats jumping, roosters singing and lots and lots of hay and good farm smells. I’m still trying to figure it all out. Is this really my home? Can I really stay here? Please, no one take me away from this place. Please, no one give me a different name. Milo is my name and I am an Anatolian shepherd. And I’m a happy dog now.
Little Vinnie was born in April of 2017. He is a Nigerian Dwarf goat is extremely naughty. He has figured out how to jump into the front yard and gets into everything. He climbs on top of the sheep and tries to steal food from Bullwinkle the steer. There seems to be no limit to his baaaaad imagination.
While Tony will holler when he wants something, Vinnie is the quiet type. He’ll sneak up on you without your realizing it and steal the food right from your hands. It’s a good thing he is so cute!
Holstein cross steer
Weight approx. 1800 pounds
Bullwinkle was naughty from the time he popped out of his mother. He was bottle-raised at the Prince William Animal Control petting zoo, and from there was destined to go to the auctionhouse, but a kind lady fell in love with him and his buddy Rocky, bought them at market price, and hauled them over here.
Bullwinkle has such a distinct personality. He loves to go up to people and lick them all over with his rough, sandpaper-like tongue, but you have to watch out – despite his steer status, he is an amorous kind of a guy. He is extremely sweet and loves massages. He used to have a wild streak in him – if you simply turned on the tractor he got so excited, he’d racing from one end of the field to the other. He is advanced in years now, however, and has arthritis so he has slowed down quite a bit. His best friend is Brandy the Angus cow.
George the Chinchilla was adopted out from and returned several times to the animal shelter. People claimed he was “too much work.” He ended up at the Arlington Animal Welfare League who let us take him home and give him a permanent place to be himself! We set him up with a marvelous, four-story condo with lots of shelves and perches. He also loves to run around the bunny room, and has a special fondness for exploring the bunny’s living quarters.
When he first came he was terribly shy, and tended to give little bites to get people to get away from him. Very gradually, he has learned that it’s ok to be touched sometimes, and especially when he gets special treats like a biscuit or a small piece of dried fruit.
George is quite a special guy – smart and athletic and inquisitive, and we feel very fortunate to have him as one of our residents!
Would you like to sponsor George?
I was abandoned because people said I wasn’t friendly. Say what? I’m Mr. Friendly Personified. Just ask anyone. In fact, I am so easy to get along with that I fell in love with Oreo the ornery rabbit. I was so brokenhearted when she passed away, but it so happened that a bachelorette bunny had just come here to live and, POWIE, we fell in love right away. See, I’m just that kind of guy. My new squeeze is named Freckles and she is chock-a-block full of personality.
I’m big and black and sleek and lovely to pet. I’m healthy and I really love hopping all around the house and pooping everywhere. My hobbies are chewing on leafy greens and kissing.