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**FOUND!!** Final Update  : ) From Sarah's  mom... "We received a call last night from the couple whose backyard Sarah had been hiding near, Lois and Ron, our new found friends. We dropped everything and rushed over. This time we kept our cool and took our time to decide how we were going to go about getting her. There was no way we were going to make the same hasty mistakes we made Sat. All that accomplished was her second dangerous trip across Fort St. We baited and set the live trap one and a half backyard lengths from the bushes she was hiding in. Then we cut up hotdogs and Hansel and Gretel them to the fence. We went back up to Ron and Lois's patio and sat and chatted for a couple hours. About 11:30pm nothing had happened so we decided to go home and let her find her way to the food in her own time. At 5am my eyes popped open. I knew there would be no more sleep. I showered got my caffeine fix and high tailed it over to the backyards. At first I didnt think we had her. The closer I got I then could then see the little black ball of fur all curled up and sound asleep. I wish I had taken a picture. As soon as I said her name she lifted her head saw me, rolled over wagging her tail and she started to cry. She was so happy to see me. I got Tom on the phone and he came right over. Another photo opportunity I missed. We are talking big live crocodile tears. Once the tears dried we got in the car to bring her home and of coarse, she had to show me how much she missed us and she peed in my front seat. I will now take suggestions on how to clean that mess up and get rid of the smell. We are now home and just waiting for the vet and groomer to open. We would like to thank everyone for all the wonderful help you gave us in the finding of Miss Sarah. We never would have got her back had it not been for the great effort everyone put into this. We have been amazed at the support we received from people we have never even met. Not only the ones that came out and helped search but the emails and phone calls we received keeping our spirit and hopes up. There were times we thought we would never get her back and then a call would come. It would be someone with words of encouragement or a story about another dog that had been gone for many weeks and found. Many times the call was a sighting. What ever it was each time it boosted our hopes up again. So not only was the physical help fantastic but the moral support was just as important." Update as of Wednesday, July 1, 8:00am - SARAH IS HOME!!! More details soon... Update as of Tuesday, June 30, 8:00pm - A call from the woodpile lady! Sarah's back to the woodpile behind the church (off of 93rd and Fort)! This is where the lady was feeding her treats last week. Deb and Tom set up live traps with lots of food in them. They are going to be sure to stay well away from the area so she doesnt bolt again. She made it back across Fort street AGAIN! That little girl must have nine lives. We are hoping to hear the wonderful news of a trapped wiener dog tomorrow morning. Everyone cross your fingers or say a prayer for Sarah. Hopefully, she will be home in Deb & Tom's loving arms tomorrow. Update as of Monday, June 29, 1:30pm - No news is not good news... Sarah did not revisit the 'live animal trap'. We believe she is still on the SOUTH side of Fort street now. Somewhere between 90th and 100th streets. Probably closer to the Fort side than the Maple side. Deb and Tom are headed over there after 5pm to put out more flyers. If anyone is interested in helping, give Deb a call so that you can meet up with them and get some flyers - 253-4518 ...or, you can just cruise around and look for her. Please call them if you spot her. Please dont try to catch her...that will just send her off into a new direction. Update as of Sunday, June 28, 10:45am - The Search party had no luck in the mapped out area that we were searching - between 90th, Fort, Maple, and Interstate 680. That neighborhood now has 500 flyers on cars and in mailboxes and dozens of colored, laminated posters on poles. Less than an hour after the search party disbanded, calls started to come in with sightings! The sightings were from people in the neighborhood just NORTH of Fort! We were searching south of Fort. Those residents must have passed through our "papered" neighborhood...so it was definitely worth the effort. One man saw a longhair black dachshund (he was absolutely positive...not iffy at all about the breed) eating out the the trash on Wed. One woman has seen her at a church, twice, and tried to approach (she took off like a flash) and the best lead came from a woman who said she saw her by a woodpile (near the church) Deb and Tom talked to the nearest residents. A woman had been putting out doggy bisquits for her and she had been hanging out in a yard that backed up to the church field. To make a long story short... Deb and Tom found her...BUT... it was not that easy. She had turned feral : ( They couldnt catch her. (that must have been heartbreaking) They went home to get her dog bed, bowl, house, and a humane animal trap. When they returned, she was still there. She approached, but then turned and TOOK OFF LIKE A FLASH AND CROSSED FORT STREET (FOUR OR FIVE LANES OF TRAFFIC AT 2PM ON A SATURDAY AFTERNOON!!) The last update I received was that they are hoping she will return (..back across Fort street :( to the area where the woman was feeding her and the trap will secure her. The woman will be watching the trap closely for them. With a woodpile, they just might catch a 'coon or a woodchuck! ..or, God forbid, a skunk! I'll update later on this evening... I would highly recommend to anyone out there who sees a dog that just looks lost...to either try to coax it to you to read its tag or at least call the NHS and tell them when and where you saw it. It could be somone's elusive "Sarah" and might mean the world to them and would make a huge difference in that dog's (and family's) lives. It will most likely save the dog's life.
Last sighted on 94th and Fort SARAH Read Below for Details and to Sign Up or Just Show Up
	One of our rescued dachshunds Sarah, is lost. She was rescued by NDR from a bad breeding/puppy mill situation and adopted by her family last fall. They absolutely adore her and are grief-stricken, as you can imagine if it were your special dog. I have lost an animal and I can tell you the anguish of not knowing where they are or what might be happening to them is absolutely horrible. The worst goes through your mind, and you come to realize you would do anything to find them. Sarah is very sweet and very shy, and has been lost and on the run almost 3 weeks. Her owners, Deb and Tom, have exhausted every resource they can – they consulted a professional pet finder, and John from HUA brought his scent dogs up at no charge to track Sarah’s trail. They have put many posters out and advertisements around town and on Craig’s List. Their family has searched for her every day, only to come up empty-handed and frustrated. Though there have been several reported sightings of Sarah in the neighborhood she was lost in, no one can catch her - not even her dad Tom. From what we can piece together, she has not traveled far, and is most-likely hiding under a deck or bushes or in the wooded area. We believe there has been enough rain the past few weeks to keep her hydrated, and that she has enough body fat to last a while, but we are worried time is running out for this sweet, terrified girl. The high heat and humidity is also a concerning factor. This is why we need your help. If every volunteer could band together in a united effort to find Sarah, if we all work together to comb the neighborhood and spread the word to the folks who live there, we may be able to make a difference. There is strength in numbers, and pet owners are some of the most dedicated and supportive people I know. We will be meeting this Saturday, June 27th at 10:00am, at the United Methodist Church at 3535 Maplewood Blvd, which is in the middle of the two neighborhoods where she was sighted. We will go as long as we can – however long you can stay is appreciated. If you are able to help, even for a few hours, it would really make a difference. Please sign up at http://www.doodle.com/c62naremqytuk7ea. Please wear something red so that we can all find each other easily and so we can stay organized as to who is in which area. Feel free to bring your friends and family -- the more bodies the better. I truly hope to see as many of you there as possible. Dog lovers unite. IF YOU SEE SARAH.... PLEASE CALL 402-334-8643 OR 253-4518. EMAIL WITH QUESTIONS - honkydory63@hotmail.com

The Heroic Tale of a Small Dachshund Quinn’s story began in a puppy mill in northeast Missouri.  By 3 years of age, she had given birth to multiple litters of puppies.  She lived her life in a kennel, stacked on top of other dogs’ kennels.  Her interaction with people was relegated to the times that she was removed in order to conceive the next litter, but never for the simple joy of human interaction.   Time went on, and then one day, Quinn was rescued by a group of amazing and committed volunteers.  These volunteers had linked with other members of rescue organizations in order to save many of the animals that had been living their lives in cramped quarters and filthy conditions.  Quinn was loaded into a van with many other dogs, and as the group traveled, dogs were left with shelters and rescue organizations along the way, until Quinn and two other dogs arrived in Omaha, NE.  She was given a bath (much needed!), and vaccinated, and most importantly, treated like a creature whose heart and soul really mattered.  Quinn went home with one of the volunteers, and the next day, she was picked up by her new foster mom.    When she arrived at her foster home, there were so many new things to discover.  Grass!  Oh my goodness what was that?  It smelled so good and it was wonderful to roll around in!  And there were new friends to meet, her foster family’s dogs and cat.  Quinn took a little time to check out the house, and then settled down for a nice nap on the couch (another new discovery!).  It took a little while to find the most comfortable spot, which ended up being sleeping right on top of her foster mom.  A few days passed, and Quinn was added to the Nebraska Dachshund Rescue website, with a picture and description, asking for the right person to please adopt her.  A nice family in Colorado saw the photo.  They had been waiting for the right dog, and they wanted to meet Quinn!  A few more days passed and sad news came, the family could not adopt Quinn after all.  A week passed and Quinn was selected by another adopter.  This young man was so excited to offer a home to such a wonderful dachshund!  Quinn was given a bath by her foster family, and sent up to Omaha to meet her new family.  And then another setback struck, the young man was called up to duty.  And being the kind person that he is, he wanted to give Quinn a chance to find another home with someone who would be able to spend time with her.  Quinn’s foster mom drove back to collect her from the nice young man.  She hadn’t said much before now, but she was so happy to see Quinn again!  Quinn was happy to see her too, but she didn’t feel very well.  She had just been spayed, and because she had such little fat covering her abdomen, her stitches weren’t staying together very well.  When her foster mom picked her up, she noticed that the stitches were split apart, and poor little Quinn needed to see a vet immediately!  Quinn and her foster mom made a beeline for the vet, and they were ready to help her when she arrived.  Quinn stayed at the vet’s office for the next few days, to make sure that her stitches would stay closed this time.  And when Quinn’s foster mom came to pick her up, the staff said, “Oh she’s such a wonderful dog, and she is so excited to go home!”  Until then, Quinn’s foster mom hadn’t considered keeping the little dog as part of their own family.  But that night, Quinn played with the other dogs, and cuddled with her foster mom and dad, and it was clear to the entire family, that Quinn had found her forever home at last. Leah Droge

Today I Held a Mill Dog in My Arms I named her Clover on Saturday. She had a big spot shaped like a cloverleaf on her side and I knew she was lucky to be out of that puppy mill in West Virginia, so it seemed like a fitting name. How sad that she was already 3 years old and just now getting a name for the first time. Today she belly crawled to me as she has since I brought her home to foster her. She pressed herself flat against the sofa as I softly stroked her head and told her what a good, brave girl she is. This time I tried reaching for her and she didn't flinch. I carefully picked her up and laid her on my chest and she snuggled her little head in the hollow between my neck and shoulder, sighed deeply, and went to sleep.I felt tears running down my face. I don't know if I was crying because such a simple thing like cuddling a dog shouldn't be such a miracle, or because I felt honored she trusted me enough to allow me to hold her and love her. Maybe I was grateful that she was still able to trust a human after the unthinkable neglect she suffered the first 3 years of her life. Perhaps I was just relieved to know she might some day be a normal dog able to accept and give love. Maybe it was all of the above. As I sat there on my sofa holding this beautiful bundle of love, she started to snore in my ear. Loudly. I wanted to laugh out loud with joy that she felt so safe in my arms that she could relax deeply enough in sleep to snore. I didn't dare laugh for fear it would scare her. I just continued to stroke her and talk softly to her. Today I held a mill dog in my arms and I truly believe that with patience and love, this sweet girl is going to lead a normal, happy life as someone's treasured companion. Lisa Sanders-Voss Ween Acres

Blind Dog's Poem I cannot see you Mommy, when you cuddle me so near. And yet I know you love me, it's in the words I hear. I cannot see you Daddy, when you hold me by your side But still I know you love me when you tell me so with pride. I cannot see to run and play out in the sun so bright For here inside my tiny head it's always dark as night. I cannot see the treats you give when I am extra good But I can wag my tail in Thanks just like a good dog should. "She cannot see. The dogs no good" is what some folks might say "She can't be trained, she'll never learn, she must be put away." But not you, Mom and Dad, you know that it's alright Because I love you just as much as any dog with sight. You took me in, you gave me love and we will never part Because I'm blind with just my eyes, I see you in my heart.

A Love Letter in Memory of Fred My dog Fred was born in rural Iowa in 1994. Like many other new pet owners, I didn't know much about puppymills and had never given a thought about where my puppy came from. I've learned over the years to ask questions and be more aware. My dog Fred was always our beloved pet for his entire life. My poor dog Fred had to have back surgery when he was five years old because he tried to jump into a car while the door was being closed and got caught in it. Some people would have discarded Fred like an old worn out shoe. It took a lot of time and effort to get Fred to walk again. Even our veterinarian called him miracle dog as even he had given up hope of his recovery. At the time he didn't have any control of his bowels or bladder and they told me I should

think about putting him down. Our Fred proved them all wrong. Fred did recover fully and did walk again. Fred even learned to run again. Not all pets get a family who loves them or commits themselves to their entire life. A lot of pets don't even have a home, that alone a loving one. Many are gotten as pets and discarded by the very people they came to love and depend on. Their owners didn't see them as a commitment or a responsibility. Their pets were no longer needed or wanted for different reasons and even abused. Some people think they can just dump their pet out and it'll be fine. They don't see it hit by a car or killed for preying on livestock in the country when it's hungry. They don't see it cold and freezing to death or dying from heat exhaustion out in the elements that they aren't used to. They don't see it caught in someone’s traps or used as bait for teaching fighting dogs. Then there are those who spend their whole life in a cage unloved with not one kind word spoken to them. These pets are livestock born to be a breeder to make money. They don't get the option to be loved. Please investigate and educate yourself about the pet you’re considering. Go home and think about it first. You don't go to a car dealership and point out the first blue car you see and say I’ll take that one. First you look, and then you ask questions and get behind the wheel first and think about it. Why can't you do that for your pet? If you can barely afford daily living expenses how will you care for your pet? If you rent a place to live and your lucky enough they allow pets what happens to your pet if you have to move to another rental? Landlords who allow pets are very hard to come by. If you’re considering a pet, go see where it came from. Ask questions. Ask to see where the pets live and where the parents are. See what conditions they live under. If they hesitate or are too busy to allow this it’s probably a puppymill. Please don't support a puppymill. If you could see how many pets are discarded because they weren't sold or they are too old to breed or worst of all they have an undesirable quality or deformity. These animals are killed. Animal Rescues are lucky if a breeder will even give them a phone call to pick them up and then they usually only give them a short period of time to pick them up in before they kill them. It’s too much bother. I was told a story about a breeder once who brought five dogs to a drop off site on a Friday night in the summer time with no food or water knowing full well the hours didn't open till Monday .One dog survived the rest died of dehydration and heat exhaustion. The pets at the pet store are very cute but don't be fooled, a lot of them come from puppymills. If you have a pet, have it neutered or spayed. It takes but one person to make a difference and open someone’s eyes and reach out and care. Please allow this article about my dog Fred to be what opened your eyes today. If you want to help you can donate money, or ask if there’s anything else you can do to help. But please if this article has spurred you on in some way to help, or donate please tell them this is in memory of Fred. In loving memory of my dog Fred Barkamore 1994-2008. Please give an animal a chance at a loving forever home. Thanks,  Jonan Barkalow

 

Miles Miles was abandoned in Arkansas. His family moved and left him behind with no food or water. The neighbors turned him over to the Humane Society who then brought him up to Omaha. Miles was very underweight with his ribs and backbone protruding. He was quickly neutered and turned over to a Nebraska Dachshund Rescue foster home. His first night with his foster family he pulled out his stitches. He was taken back to the vet for more stitches, antibiotics and a no-lick collar. He also had a cough that turned out to be an upper repertory infection. He spent 20 days on antibiotics. He was already house broken and a pro at begging. As Miles started feeling better, his wonderful personality came through. He loves and kisses everyone he meets. He insist on taking walks, loves playing "Dachshund Wrestle Mania" with his brother Perry and loves sitting on everyone's lap. His foster family fell in love with Miles, could not give him up and adopted him. It has given them so much joy helping Miles recover and to see the sparkle in his big brown eyes! His family is dedicated to helping NDR and his Mom Kelly serves on the NDR board as the Volunteer Coordinator. Congratulations Miles, Perry and the entire Todd Family!!!