Maple was a beautiful young pit bull puppy who came to the Rescue in the Spring of 2005 and went home with volunteer Janna as a foster. Janna is a pit bull owner and a perfect ambassador for the breed. Her foster pups are socialized to get along well with people and other animals and then adopted out to carefully chosen loving homes.
Maple was a great addition to our household. She snuggles with cats and loves kids and puppies. Maple likes to swim in the river and romp in the forest. She is so sweet and gentle that she'll undergo training to become a therapy dog. Thanks, Miranda's!
Edgar and Susanna
Chance came to Miranda's Rescue in a very unfortunate way. Some heartless soul threw him out of his car window at a gas station and drove off. Fortunately, an animal lover witnessed the act and brought him to the shelter. When he arrived, his condition was terrible; he was covered in matts, extremely overweight, and had an extreme case of flea allergy. Besides that, he had an injured leg from the fall when he was thrown.
He was an older dog, so the volunteers named him Gramps. He had to be fully shaved to take off his matts, and his appearance and age made it seem likely that he would spend the rest of his days at the Rescue.
About four months after his arrival, Gramps/Chance's future mom, Rebecca, stopped by the shelter to visit her friend, Nina, who volunteers here. Towards the end of a tour of the shelter, she asked Nina what the story was on the old Sheltie in the corner kennel. After hearing what had happened, she knew that she had to get involved.

No one really kenw how much time he had left, but I knew at that moment that even if it was only one day, I would take him and give him a warm home, lots of love, and nurturing care. I ran home to get my man, David, so that he could meet him. This little dog must have known we came just for him because his spirit changed--he walked right to David, and his eyes said it all. On the way home, I asked David what his name should be. He replied, "It will be Chance because now he's getting his chance." He became part of our family that day, and I knew shortly after that he was no longer our foster dog, but we were his forever family.
Chance came to me in very poor shape,...but after about 6 months he became as beautiful outside as he is on the inside. Now, almost one and a half years later, Chance is still doing fantastic. he has maintained a healthy weight, his skin is all clear, and his coat has grown long and full.
Although his joints are a little achy sometimes and his hearing is starting to fade, he couldn't be happier! I hope that Chance's story will help encourage anyone looking to adopt that even the old guys need a chance. They have just as much love to share.
Here's a great story. Max's godmother Kathy delivered this letter from Max. He was adopted by mom Virginia last November. Virginia is 79 and lives alone (except for Max and one pissed-off cat) and is very happy with the adoption. Even though Max is a strong dog, he is very gentle with his new mom. Here is his letter:
Woof, I'm MAX. I'm part Charpei and part Collie. I have something else, maybe a little Spaniel. I don't know, I just wear this coat. I just wanted you to know how happy I am at my forever home. I am an only dog and do I love it. I have a best doggie friend named Amber who is about my age (I'm 5 and she's 6, an older woman). We race around my yard until neither of us can hardly breathe. Then we lie down and talk to each other or play tug-o-war with my red and white chewy thing, You know the one with the knots.
Mom likes to take me in the car, but she has a little car and worries about me being too crowded and getting overheated. Never happen. I LOVE to go in the car. She knows it so she tries to take me if possible.
There is one small problem. What is this thing called OBEDIENCE school. I don't get it. Maybe it's to late to teach an old dog new tricks. I really want to make mom happy, but I don't know what's wrong with me just like I am. I love to be brushed on my tummy while I lie flat on my back with my feet all curled up. Mom makes me turn over and get the rest of me brushed too. I love it it feels so good. My coat is like a collie and it is really thick.
Mom likes to go for long walks now and then, and she loves to talk to me, and I love to sit and watch her weave and read and just be with me. We play a lot of tug of war but I don't do retrieving. I don't do chase the ball--what is that stuff? If I go get it, she'll just throw it again. Mom worries about whether I am happy and if I know she loves me. Boy let me tell you, I know she loves me! She lets me walk her around the house by the hand and she even thinks it's funny when I empty her Kleanex box in the middle of the living room floor. Then there are the times when I can be a big helper and untie her shoes for her.
Boy, does her cat hate me!!! She cusses me out every time I look at her. You know that look only cats can give you and the language, whoa, if mom only knew what it was saying. Mom even gave the cat a whole room to itself. The weaving room. The cat gets fed in there ( I do like cat food though so mom feeds the cat on the window ledge). Anyway I learned to stay away from that cat. Man, what an attitude. Anyway, it's sort of fun just to tease the cat a little. I just look at it or pretend to sniff it. "Meow, meow, meow, spit and snarl." Then mom gets mad at the cat and makes it stop. HEH, HEH,HEH.
Well I've shared some of the fun things I'm doing now that I'm out from under the bridge and thanks Shannon for taking me back when my other master had to bring me back. I was good but things just didn't work out. Things are sure different now though. You guys were really great but now I've got a real forever home. I love you too, but mom's the best. Love, Max
Zeus was adopted from Miranda's Rescue while the shelter was still in Ferndale. He and his family have since left California, but they got in touch recently to let us know how they were doing. And yes, Shannon did remember both the dog and the adoption. Thanks for writing.
Hi Shannon,
You may not remember us, Kim and Chris White. Six
years ago, we found our dog Zeus at your rescue.
We've since moved from Humboldt County and are
currently living in Lawrence, KS. For some reason,
you popped into my head the other day, so I looked you
up on the web, saw you had a webpage, and decided to
update you on Zeus.
Let me start by saying he is the love of our lives.
We acquired another dog, Zena, a Norweigan Elkhound
who we love dearly, but Zeus is our first. He has
meant so much to Chris and I over the years...words
can't even begin to describe our love for this dog.
Everyone who meets him loves him. He's very cool,
totally mellow, incredibly sophisticated and
dignified, yet goofy, and never, ever too proud to
beg. He has brought us so much joy, and we are so
very thankful that he's in our lives.
He's getting older these days...getting gray, but he
maintains a puppy-like disposition, and he's very
healthy. We exercise him regularly (there's a
fantastic no-leash dog park here in Lawrence where he
and Zena run like mad and chase other dogs). About
two years ago, he started having seizures and began
losing his hair, gaining weight, and had no energy.
We were worried sick about him, but the vet determined
that he has a hypothyroid, so ever since he's been on
meds for seizures and the thyroid, but his hair's
grown back, and he's back to his old self.
We have so many fond memories of Humboldt, but the
best of all is Zeus. He's a living symbol of our
lives up in the Redwoods. I remember Chris, when we
first decided to take Zeus, he would go visit him
every day at the rescue until all the paperwork was
completed and Zeus was cleared to be adopted. Chris
followed your example and trained Zeus, who now
entertains guests and kids with a slew of cool tricks.
Thanks, Shannon, for all the work you do for animals.
And, thanks for giving us the greatest gift we've ever
received...Zeusdog.
Hope all is well in Humboldt County.
With gratitude,
Kim and Chris White

Khalil arrived at the shelter fairly quietly. He was cute and sweet, but shy and probably a little overwhelmed at finding himself in the middle of such a noisy bunch of dogs. He didn't really demand notice the way that many of the dogs do--in the words of one volunteer,he didn't shine. In fact, it wasn't until he was badly bitten by another dog that he really captured the special attention of most of the volunteers. In pain and bleeding, Khalil quietly and patiently lay on a blanket in the office while he was cleaned and bandaged. Unfazed by being surrounded by cages full of cats, he rested peacefully in the office that night, and the next morning let Teena, the office kitty, sit by his head and look on while his wound was redressed. It took a few weeks for his wound to fully heal, but he didn't let it get him down. Liberated from the dog pen, he limped around the shelter, greeting visitors in the parking lot and getting belly scratches whenever they were offered. Once healed, Khalil returned to the pen, but he was no longer anonymous. Now whenever people asked about dogs who got along with cats, he was quickly pointed out. He was a volunteer favorite, and they were determined to find him a home. Funnily enough, when the woman who adopted Khalil came to the shelter looking for a dog, she didn't need to be sold at all. They hit it off immediately. Riley sent us this letter soon after.
Dear Miranda's Rescue-I asked my human to send you this photo of me at the beach. As you can see, I'm very happy now. I'm training my human to throw sticks & to scratch me on my chest & to let me sleep on her sofa. She's a quick learner! Thank you for taking such good care of me at the shelter. Everyone there was so nice to me (except for the dog who bit my paw, but-hey!- I got to sleep in the office while I recovered). My shelter name was Khalil, & my new name is Riley. Another happy ending for all you dedicated folks!-Riley

Hi, my name is Ashlee. I just moved here from Connecticut about three months ago, and I was missing all my friends and looking for a job. My aunt was taking her dogs to All About the Dogs, and Misty, the owner, was looking for people to work, and I said I would because I love dogs, so I started working there. Then I saw this flyer on the wall saying "help me find a home." The dog came in that day, and it was love at first sight. That day I took him home to see if he was the right dog, and my whole family fell in love with him. His new name is Reed. And I couldn't be happier. Reed has a brother, and we go to work everyday. Thank you so much, and a special thanks to Nina. This is my happy ending!!