They have a Facebook page now where you can post lost & found pets. Help get pets back to their homes where they belong.If you are on Facebook click the link below. Dryden Pet Patrol also posts on CKDR under lost & found and pets. Call 223-4914

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dryden-Pet-Patrol-Pawsitive-Whisker-Trails/307164705995089

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A feral colony with an enclosed structure, we have about 60 ferals waiting already to move in. SCPN has been helping an elderly couple who have been caring for these ferals for some time now.

We are very excited about this project and helping feral cats. With our T-N-R already in progress for a couple years now we have prevented many unwanted pregnancies and helped control the explosive population of discarded cats.

These cats are trapped, spayed/neutered, vaccinated and ear tagged, then returned to their stomping grounds.

To date SCPN has spayed 35 females and neutered 27 males, preventing the potential birth of over 13,020,000 kittens over the next 10 years. Staggering figure isn’t it? Among the residents we have had at the shelter are 77 feral kittens, most of whom we have found homes for.

This has proven to be the most efficient and cost effective way of controlling populations. The cats no longer have dominance issues, no fighting or screaming, disease is controlled , no pregnancies and leaves no room for more to move in.

Some believe in killing the cats, this only creates a vacuum effect, you take them out…more move in.

We hope you will be as excited as we are and want to help. Any form of support will be greatly appreciated, time, manpower and of course money.

Drop by 26 King St. , call 223-3335 or email info@secondchance petnetwork.ca

This time it’s the Aviva Community Fund and for $150,000.00.This money would complete our building  and lessen our fundraising efforts so better for you, us and of course our furry residents.

Click on the link, register and vote once a day. There are 3 cycles of voting, the semi finals and then the judges take over. You get 15 votes for each cycle and we ask please that you only vote for SCPN, we really want to win.  1st cycle Oct. 3-19, 2nd cycle  Oct. 24-Nov. 9, 3rd cycle Nov. 14-30, semi finals Dec. 5-16 and judging is  Dec. 20-Jan. 24. Winner is announced Jan. 25th.

Please spread the word, share on FB, email all contacts and talk, talk, talk, vote, vote, vote.

Thanks in advance, SCPN truly appreciates the support we have received in the past and hope it continues for our future!

http://www.avivacommunityfund.org/ideas/acf11341

Pets are and should be treated like your family. They need, food, water, vet care, shelter, love & attention. To throw them away after they become a bother or don’t match the furniture……..maybe eating the furniture because of lack of exercise and attention is just not right! You wouldn’t throw your child out on the street for writing on the walls or spilling paint on the floor. Pets need and thrive on your attention and love, given the proper training they will do anything for you, unconditionally love you forever.

With this said I ask…….plead & beg you carefully think long and hard, weigh all the pro’s  & con’s before you get a pet. Remember they will live to be 10, 15 maybe 20 years and need you to survive. If you decide you really want and can commit to a pet , check out your local shelter, there are numerous animals there waiting to go to a forever home.More than likely they were already someone’s pet who tired of them and disposed of them in a cruel manner.They want, deserve and should get a second chance at a happy life.

Remember to spay/neuter your pet! It is far healthier for them and will save on many unwanted animals from a life of horror, pain and lonliness.

PLEASE NOTE CREDIT FOR THIS NOTE BELONGS TO JIM WILLIS 2001 THANK YOU

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community. HOW COULD YOU? When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad…,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog ,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, “How could you?” They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, “How could you?” Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. A Note from the Author: If “How Could You?” brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly “owned” pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Please use this to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Please pass this on to everyone, not to hurt them or make them sad, but it could save maybe, even one, unwanted pet. Remember…They love UNCONDITIONALLY. Now that the tears are rolling down your face, pass it on! Send to everyone in your address book and around the world! This IS the reality of dogs given up to shelters! By Jim Willis, 2001

I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge . Would I still be at home if I hadn’t chewed your shoe? I didn’t know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys. Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door. Would I still be at home if I hadn’t brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn’t get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days. Would I still be at home if I hadn’t barked? I was only saying, “I’m scared, I’m lonely, I’m here, I’m here! I want to be your best friend ” Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn’t make me learn how. Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn’t pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me. I died today. Love, Your Puppy ***Please forward this to everyone, its time to stop animal abuse..

Skylyn with lovable Abner Cat

Second Chance Pet Network is entirely run by the hard work of our volunteers.We are always shorthanded but certainly thankful to the ones who are dedicated in helping our furry residents.
Many a young volunteer show up at SCPN and give up their Saturday Morning or whatever time they can fit in, we truly appreciate the unselfishness of these young people.
SCPN allows young persons to become members with a low payment of $5.00 or 25 hours of volunteer service. We are very proud to announce that we have 4 outstanding youngsters who have accomplished this.
Damon Robichaud, North Richter, Sky Robichaud and Chayse Hoey have dedicated these 25 hours plus to become our young members.

Chayse with Dexter

SCPN is hoping the generousity and devotion of these 4 will rub off and more youngsters will come forward in helping the voiceless at the shelter.The unconditional love and respect to be found from the furry ones cannot be matched, they appreciate all that is done for them and have no problem letting you know it.

Adult volunteers are always needed at the shelter also. From helping to maintain the store out front, cleaning the cages, feeding the animals, stocking the shelves, grooming & socializing with the animals, fundraising, helping at information booths…..the list goes on.In a short sentence we need HELP!

Please consider taking 2, 3, 4 hours or whatever you can for a day/week and thanks so much in advance.

Damon with our notorious Miss Kitty

Come on down to shelter at 26 King St or Triple F Pet Supply, 24 King St. Call 223-3335

We also have a special going on in honour of King The Cat’s 8th Birthday. Until Sept. 10/11 all kinglets (kittens up to 6 months) are 1/2 price, pairs (siblings) are 2 for the price of 1 and all black cats are $50.00. So come on down and add a loving furbaby to your Family.