Showing posts with label Animal Action Rescue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Animal Action Rescue. Show all posts

Friday, April 22, 2011

Changes are coming!

Dear loyal followers and new discoverers, alike,

A Second Chance is moving over to a new domain and changing it's name to 3 Pups in a Pop-up. You can find it at
http://3pupsinapopup.com/ 
The reason for this is our upcoming adventure will begin soon, and it makes sense to change over to my new domain. Please follow me there and keep up with me, kismet and roxie as we travel the country and canada in order to raise awareness of homeless pets.

i hope to see you on the road or in one of my soon to be completed children's books! thank you for your continued support!

with love and hope,

sir chauncey, defender of the underdog.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Stick it!


hihihihihihihi! oooohhhhh! mommy just found the cutest bumper stickers! they're from lacroixtees.com and proceeds go to their facebook (mommy loves loves loves facebook...) rescue page!  we're gonna look sooo cute riding around in the car with a bumper sticker that promotes my dawgs!


so what are you waiting for??? order one!  or four!  Arf!

Thursday, February 10, 2011

A dog, a cat and a rat



lots of times, mommy's friends send her videos of dog stuff. this one made me smile. it's about a homeless man in california and his 3 pets, a dog, a cat, and a rat. i love this video because, for one thing, the other animals in it are healthy and happy. you can tell the love that this man has for his pets, and the love they each feel for one anudder. enjoy!
i wish i had had someone who cared for me like that when i was homeless. as you can see in my first post, i had a big girl dog that i took care of, but i was in pretty bad shape, myself.
but that was then, and this is now, and because of some fine humans in this world, both me and my old girl friend dog are living happily ever after. amen!

Friday, January 7, 2011

getting to know you (or me, rather)



when i first came to stay with mommy and diddy, my hair had just been shaved down reeeeel short, and my skin was bright pink. so diddy, trying to be funny (but sooo not) started calling me piglet. it made me and mommy mad, so he finally started calling me my name, chance.

i had one of those stoopid cones on my neck, because i kept biting and scratching myself bloody! and the first 2 dayz, i wouldn't eat. well, i'd nibble on a little pnut butter, and i would devour napkins, but that's it. believe me, there can be some pretty choice morsels on a used napkin. i became something of a "napkin connoisseur" in my circle. fast food or pizza napkins-they were mine! starbucks--not so much.

but the best garbage finds are pizza bonz! If I saw a girl eating pizza, I knew to hang around, because for some reason that I will never understand, gils don’t eat their pizza bonz. Pity them, but my bonus!

Here’s a pic of me after I got my cone off. Skin’s still pink, tail nekked, but feeling much, much better!

welcome to my blog



hi hi hi hi hi! (i say this as i'm jumping up and down in front of you). my name is "sir chauncey, defender of the underdog", but you can call me chance. i'm a mutt and proud of it! i was a stray found wandering the streets of atlanta back in march of 2010. as you can see from the photo, taken by pat thomas, a wonderful woman, photographer, and advocate for us homeless pooches, that i was a mess. my hair was so matted that i could barely move, and my skin so red it burned!

i had a partner in crime, as you can see. she was my bitch, but i protected her from all the bad things that happen on the streets of the city. actually, she got adopted immediately, while i sat in animal control waiting for a forever home. Thanks to the good folks over at Animal Action Rescue, i wasn't sentenced to die, and i got vetted (where did my manhood go???( and shaved).
one family took me home for 2 days, but brought me back because i didn't feel like playing with their little kid. now tell me, who would feel like playing when you've been starving, itching, running, and crying for a long time?


enter mommy. at first, she only agreed to "foster" me (whatever that is), but every time someone showed any interest in me, she told them that i was a "bad dog". hahahahahaha!


now mommy is a "foster failure" and i am hers. i have a diddy, too, and he loves me, as well. life is good. check in often and write to me! i have a lot to say!