MAN RESCUES POOR ABANDONED PUPPY AND ENRICHES HIM WITH A LOVING FOREVER HOME!

A heartfelt moment, Meets the Person Who Stopped the Pit Bull Puppy’s Death

Even while it might be difficult at times, there are many lovely moments that can only be made possible by the selfless efforts of volunteers.

Joey Wagner, a marine biologist from Nova Scotia in Canada, volunteers at the Baie Ste Marie Animal Society. A pit bull mix dog who had been cruelly mistreated and needed some tender loving care was brought to Joey’s attention in 2013. Joey showed up just as the dog was going to die.

Joey and the rescue crew took the puppy, whose they called Mojo, to Parade Street Vet, PEI Small Animal Hospital for treatment of acute dehydration and demodectic mange. He had totally lost all of his fur and was covered in mite bites by the time he was three months old. As Joey watched, the puppy’s mange was becoming worse as a result of malnutrition and his unhygienic living conditions.

In a Facebook post, Joey said, “When Mojo was surrendered, it was a very short process and a very emotional time.”

As Mojo battled for his life, Joey and his wife Leta fell in love with him. Despite the terrible suffering he had through, Mojo shown a profound ability for compassion and forgiveness. After hearing about his problems, a lot of people asked for his assistance.

As soon as Mojo spotted Joey, his little tail began to wag. Joey writhed his entire body to get closer to his new father, his face covered in kisses. Joey couldn’t help but grin as Mojo thanked him for giving him another opportunity at life.

Joey and Mojo’s joyful reunion has been enjoyed by the globe for more than seven years. Mojo is happy and well-cared for now that he is a member of Joey and Leta’s team. He never entirely grew his fur back, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Since then, the Wagner family has used his tale to inspire others and generate money for animal rescue groups.

The nuanced reaction from Mojo proved that animals possess intellect. Joey had aided Mojo when he was at his most helpless. Their separation is minimal.

Watch the video down below to see Mojo’s sweet response.

The pet I’ll never forget: Ella the puppy threw up on me, snubbed me and after 10 years decided to love me

Mum, Dad, my brother Michael: everyone in the family got more affection from our ridgeback-staffie cross. And guess whose bed she used to poo on…

I think the tone was set when Ella threw up over me on the way back from the Dogs Trust. She was three months old, rolling around on the back seat between me and my twin brother, Michael (we’d just turned seven), and wasn’t enjoying her first trip in a car. She could have been sick anywhere – over the seat, over the floor – but for some reason she decided to climb on to me first.

It was the start of a beautiful but strangely one-sided friendship. Ella, a ridgeback-staffie cross, was the perfect dog: playful, energetic, naughty and tolerant. She would let us poke and prod her without complaint, turn her ears inside-out or dress her up in T-shirts or the thick woollen poncho my Greek Cypriot grandma knitted her for the British winter. And she was endlessly loving, at least to the other members of the family. Me? Too often it was as if I didn’t exist. If Michael and I were sitting on the sofa, she’d bound up to him. If I came home after a day out with my dad, he was the one she’d jump at. If I tried to take her for a walk by myself, she’d drag her feet and insist that I fetch my brother.

To add insult to injury, about once a year she would do a poo in the house. Not just anywhere, though: she’d climb the stairs to my room and leave it in a neat pile on top of my bed.

I can’t pretend I wasn’t offended by Ella’s attitude – I loved her just as much as anyone. But it took me a while to realise that in her eyes we were both bitches fighting for our place in the pack. I read that dogs are 98.8% wolf, even yappy little chihuahuas. Ella was a definite she-wolf and my mother (she who opened the tin of dog food every night) was the undisputed alpha female. Ella could handle that fact, but she didn’t want to be the omega female. That was me.

Working out the reasons for Ella’s lack of sisterhood, understanding that her indifference was atavistic and not just casual, didn’t make me any less jealous of my brother, who always took great pleasure in the fact that Ella seemed to prefer him. But I resigned myself to the situation. And then one day (happy ending, anyone?) everything changed. I must have been 16 or 17, we’d been away for a fortnight in France, and when we got back it was me she ran up to first, whining and twisting with pleasure at seeing me again. After that it was like all those years of competition had never happened. We were best friends for ever, or at least for the couple of years she had left. Ella finally loved me.

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