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Rex and Vickie. My little best buddy and babysitter.
Rex and Vickie

Hi, my name is Vickie Stevens, my husband and I have 2 grown daughters, and 29 animals currently. 2 rescue Dogs, 13 horses of which 3 are rescued and one on the way from the rescued mare & 18 rescue cats and 1 new rescue kitten. They are all properly,fixed, fed, housed, loved and cared for. For the cats, kinda like a cattery that is part of the household. They have their own room completewith airpurifier ozone machine. That's the key element.

I will try to not make this drawn out and boring but hope to give you a sense of who we are and why we are asking you to join us and make this a massive success!

If you get bored, you can skip stuff. I broke it up into little segments.

My Community Pet Rescue Network is not about me. It is about all of us, people and animals! Our story below is just to show you what an impact animals have had on who we are today and why we are launching this network service. I know all of you have similiar experiences and frustrations along with the little blessings and humor the rescued animals have brought to your lives.
This is where my life outside the womb with animals story actually begins. I had a little dog (black & white rat terrier) named REX. Rex was a great babysitter and companion. He kept track of me at all times. He would even usher me back by bitting my "rear-end" until he had herded me back to where my parents could see me. My Daddy told me while laughing that I'd come running around back to them crying "Dog Bite Butt -- Dog Bite Butt". When I was between 3 & 4 Rex heroicaly gave his life to save mine. Rattlesnakes were abundant on my grandfather's ranch in Texas and the little guy jumped between me and one of them, alerting the adults and giving his life, for my life.....

For years I have had this ache in my heart for the plight of animals in our society. To go along with the ache for Rex in my heart. I remember asking my Mom over and over where was Rex. She would never say. My Daddy is the one who finally told me when I was 45 what had happened to Rex. My emotions are very strong. The pull to rescue every unloved, unwanted, and homeless animal I see. My poor husband had "no real idea" when I told him I loved animals and horses big time. After 36 years together, he knows what it means now.

I plan to have an ANIMAL HERO's
webpage and feature a new handful everyday! It's one of the best ways for the world to learn about Animals and their purpose in our lives.

had this "solution" surface about 9 years ago while I was living in a perfect pet dumping spot for people who didn't know what else to do with their unwanted animal "babies". And of course, I brought all I could catch in. And wishing I could catch the people and shoot out their car tires for emotionally hurting these little animals the way they have. And for burdening me with one more animal (which of course their beautiful selves and personalities wind up being such a joy to get to know and love anyway! Thank God!

Knowing these people have never been the one bringing them in and seeing their hurt, frightened, confused spirits. I know most people don't intend to be "mean" to animals. I know I have not been a "model" human being either.

They feel frustration with life's circumstances, time and money constraints, and they ignore the animals in their lives, allow them to breed indescriminately, and they kick them out of their way, and then finally they haul them off to shoot them because they no longer want them, or they dump them on people who didn't ask for another pet, or dump them out in the wilds to be "coyote food"....
If they were a human child this was happening to, they would know exactly how the animal feels.....

My MISSION here is to make all of us through

ONE PHONE NUMBER/EMAIL, easily contacted
by the "PUBLIC" to give them and the animals they want to get rid of, a safe, loving and Solution to their crisis! That is free to them so they won't hesitate to call us and they won't feel the need to "dump" their pets and Equines.
The next little dog we had was Tippy, (black & white rat terrier) with a teddy bear head on her back and side. I was older and really established a strong relationship with this dog.
She was my confidant and of course was a patient listener and never got down till I was done. She lived to be 13. She traveled from Texas to Washington and back to Texas again in
her life time and always went on vacations with us. She was just the best dog. She loved my sisters and I totally. I was her favorite as I spent most of my attention on her, my other passion is drawing horses and then riding & training horses when we had one. I'ts amazing the capacity to love and be loyal that these little animals have. They are members of the family, always. Pictures of her are also with my mom for now.

I have found myself praying to God, please let an animal find me, I'll help it. And at the same time, Dear God please, don't present me with another rescue situation, not now.....

How many of you out there are like me, and won't go into the Humane Society or Pet Store cages, knowing you want to take them ALL, but can't. It hurts me too much to put myself there. And I feel terrible about that. I have no shortage of animals, all that have either been dumped on my by strangers in the night, or asked by someone I knew or didn't know, will you take this one????

I have waited 9 years, to finally realize that I'm not supposed to do "this" alone. I wanted and have been "waiting" to have the money to properly launch this with advertising, to pay for a proper website and database, to have a couple of "paid" staff onboard, before starting up.....
I have let 9 years of this awesome solution go un-used. Un-available! And 9 years of many little animal beings gone to the wayside, left with no good solutions to their plight with humans. I can't wait any longer. This is to be a "JOINT" effort.
Everyone (Individuals, other rescues, companies) doing any small and big part that they can together as a networked unit for one solution.

With the internet, we can do this! In 60 to 90 days, with "word of mouth" the best advertising in the world and it's free.....spreading like a WILD FIRE!
We can have a data base with at least 3 or 4 names per every town in the USA to call on.

Then we can launch the website to the public at large and have a phone # that can be called by the public. This is mostly a "volunteer army". And yes, I need
some funds to do the incorporation and then the 501-C status, and we'll need some newer computers and better database software and webhost to handle the load. Besides me, I have my wonderful friend and fellow rescuer, Anne here locally to help with all the incoming to begin with.

Please read our Mission for further details on the plans for growth and see what you may have to offer this Solution.

My husband, Jim has had some interesting experiences with animals but not very long term with anyone of them as he lived in the city all his life until her married me. They (his family) had dachusends, siamese cats, a great dane, and Jim had an Iguana Lizard once. He had his mother fooled into thinking it couldn't run very fast so she allowed it. Then she saw it run! So away went the lizard. The horses he had ridden were not his so he never really had a relationship with them until we began to buy horses once I turned 30. 30 was one of those turning points for me as with many of you probably. Another turning point is 50!

Our next little dog was Nestle (black mini-cocker spaniel). I actually purchased her without papers as one of her parents was not registered. She was one of 4 pups. Two blacks and two black & white part-colored. I wanted specifically a black female and she was the only one. She was with me till Dec 98 when we had to put her to sleep at age 14. She had a tumor growing inside her we didn't know about until too late and along with her age it was the only thing left to do. She is at home in the back yard under a lilac bush. She was the dantiest, physically and emotionally, little dog I had ever known. What a little love. She had two litters of pups. The last litter, when she was 4, provided my sister with an exact duplicate of her, Krickett, (almost named Kisses because she kissed alot!).

I don't think I will have anymore little dogs. I believe I have enough with 3 of them in my heart. And of course after I said that....I rescued a beautiful 1 1/2 old smooth haired, toy rat/fox terrier female named Princess. How could I not! She and a kennel mate were the same age but the kennel mate Athena was a larger dog and eating all the food! I gave my neighbors one of my dog igloos since my old dog had passed away, and they had no dog house and it was WINTER, SNOW, COLD and everything! Their water was always frozen. When they fed them Princess was lucky enough to get one or two kibbles before the other dog gobbled them all up. They were both cold and hungry. Princess was skin and bones at 1 1/2 old! It was unacceptable! They wouldn't keep her in the house as they were unsuccessful at house training her and the other dog together so they gave up and put them outside with no dog house!

I went over for 2 winters putting hot water in their bucket 2 times daily. Bought bags of good dog food. Told them they needed to feed her separately which they finally did during the summer. Then winter came and it was all the same stuff again. So at age 1 1/2 years old, bone cold (she couldn't even shiver anymore) in November I brought her into our house, put her in the chair in my husband's office to warm up and we bought her a little blue jacket to hide her bones out of embarrasement when we would take her in the car with us....She went everywhere with us for a good year as she had been so needy for human companionship. This rescue was meant for me. First my 2 prior dogs just like her, and then my husband
and I are high school sweathearts and he used to call me Princess. I knew I needed to take her and so I did! She is currently a bit on the over eight side after fixing her and she is now 7 years old. Time flies way to fast for me!

I, Vickie, was raised with horses off and on through out my life. It all began before I was born; I was initiated to the feel of being on the back of a horse and the sound of hoofbeats. I think that is why I am happiest on horsback. My mom was into barrel racing then. She was raised on my grandparents' ranch and loved horses and was very good at training them to perform and do tricks. While she was pg with me, I was riding horses. I am sure that a baby can smell them too as their smell and feel and sound has always attracted me like bears to honey! On my grandparents ranch, 80 acres in Texas, is where I spent most of my first 5 years of life (till my grandfather passed away at 62). So naturally that is where my heart and soul is, at home on a ranch. I still remember Blondie, my grandfathers palomino mare. She used to take great care with me. (I'ts great how horses know who is a real baby and who isn't). One of my most memorable times there is "shearing time" for the sheep. Lots of activity.

When I was 6 after my Grandfather had passed away, I got my first shetland pony, black and white pinto, all saddled up and ready to go.
I got on and immediately was bucked off head first into the grass in our yard.
Crying, I was "forced" to get back on (and rightfully so by my Mom). That pony never was to be seen again after that day..... My neighbors moved out and rented a house for a year in a different area and wound up with a fenced yard for Athena, but a stray male dog jumped their fence and bred her, so they moved back next to me, she had several pups on Halloween Nite and I made up post cards with pics of them and mailed them
to all the vet offices in the area and we got them and the mother all adopted out! Yeah! Then that winter they got 2 kittens which they kept in doors and then the next summer kicked them outside. I convinced them to spay and neuter them which they did. The kittens loved to come over and visit me daily. The female Angel was peach colored tabby with grey eyes and the cutest frown on her face as she would sit and watch me mix horse feed. The male Hunter was more aloof but loved my kitty food too.

Then in the Summer I was gone for 3 days, and when I got back Hunter came over meowing like crazy, I called for Angel but no appearance from her. I looked for
her for days and days! There had been a coyote who was leaving his "poop" out in front of my horses for the last 2 wks, so since my other 2 outside ferral cats were missing also, I knew she was gone. Very sad, as I was planning to bring them both in for the winter. I did bring in Hunter the male and for a year he was scared of every fast movement of your hand and of shadows. Bless his heart! He lives in doors with all my other's. We do have a kitty bedroom, and of course they all get to come out and play around the house but not all the time.

When I was 12, I got my first full size horse. A filly named Bars Flita. She was a 2 year old, well handled, ready to start saddle training, which she took to like "it was nuth'in".. I only had her for 1 year as we moved back to Texas from WA and it was too expensive to ship her. I had wanted to join 4H but since we were moving and selling her that wasn't possible. I spent all my free time out with her, brushing her and lunging her and riding her in the pasture bareback. As I look back now, she was incredibly gentle for a 2 yr old. Some people called her big Red. She was big and very Red. 3/4 Qtr Horse & 1/4 TB. We also a few years back found a blonde Cocker Spaniel female on the highway that we picked up. Never found her previous owners. She was an older dog probably about 10 when we found her. I was a little afraid I wasn't going to be able to convince her to come to me as she started to wander back out into the freeway. Then I started calling her "Sweetheart" and she came to me with a big grin. Picture is of her and one of our daughters. From then on her grinning/smiling little face was ours. She was with us for about 5 years when she suddenly died (probably from a heart attack) while furiously/happily digging a hole beside the house on Memorial Day (May 31st,1989). We have had big dogs too. Since passed on, we had an 13 yr old liver & white Springer/Brittany spaniel female named Mandy. She was born to us from another female black & white Springer/Brittany, Baby, given to us by a friend years ago (she is gone now, at age 13). We had a neighbor with 2 spaniels unneutered who wouldn't stay home. One Springer and one Cocker purebreds. Sweetheart and Nestle both had puppies by them. I hadn't fixed them yet, as they were in my yard full time and money was tight with a child at home. Then since passed on a 13 yr old 1/2 Akita & 1/2 Border Collie male named Kwai who was given to us by a young man who couldn't keep him. He had helped to save Kwai's life along with 11 other litter mates. The owner of the "Akita bitch" was real unhappy about the mistake breeding and had ordered a young man to kill the pups. He couldn't do it himself of course. So instead they were all given away by the young man who couldn't carry out that order. Another big dog who is in my heart is Muffins (Old-English Sheep Dog). Picture is of her and one of our daughters. She was a pound dog and was only a year when we got her. She was a doll too. Nervous and throwing up sick at first when we brought her home. Poor thing. What an ordeal,
ripped away from the family she was born into, sent to the pound, adopted out finally, around people and circumstances she doesn't know. Fear, making her ill. We did have to shear her every summer to make the heat tolerable for her. Very loyal dog and great alarm watch-dog. She loved to bark and jump and bite at fireworks. Being protective we think. She died at 13 of old age in the month of August 1990.

As of now we have Dozier 1/2 Akita, 1/2 Shephard. He was rescued by a friend from along a river bank where the purebred and starving Akita bitch was eating and he was 8 wks ish.
The only pup with her. Who knows....They weren't able to get near the Akita bitch but were able to snatch up the pup. Dozier is now 4, he is a very "funny" fellow.

I have had several other dogs & cats too, Tiger (Tippy's son), Sally (basset hound), Rebecca (calico cat) whom we found shot with an arrow and dead in our yard, Timmy (siamese peach tip cat), Flash (siamese seal point cat), Kit Kat (grey short hair persian cat), Wendy (part Irish Setter), Abe (part german shephard), Punkin (cock a poo), Gi Gi (terrier), Misty (grey long hair cat) shot by a neighbors kid over our tall board fence in our back yard! , Baby (springer/brittany spaniel, Mandy's mom) Smokey (grey kitten), and 2 more that lived with us for a year and then got into some posion somewhere and died at home, and that's pretty much all I can remember. One thing they all have in common is they bring lots of love and humor into our lives. Our recent years endeavor has been to, although not-intentionally, become a "cat rescue". Jim, my husband has always loved cats Thank you God. He had one he remembers when he was very young that he called "Cat-Cat". He has the warm & fuzzy type memories of this cat since he was pretty young. This cat loved only Jim pretty much and would sit and allow Jim to pull his whiskers out. (Jim was too young to know better at the time). His mom couldn't believe the cat would sit for that. About 1985 Jim rescued a little grey kitten from inside a Safeway store. He managed to coax her to him (only heaven knows how she got in there) and brought her home. She was a very sweet and loving cat. He named her Sarah. Picture is of her and Nikoel. Sarah one day didn't come back home for several weeks (she always slept inside at nite), and then one winter day I saw where her foot prints had showed up to the back door and our bedroom window and then went off into the pasture towards some other houses. My guess is she had been inside someone else's home for sometime and then was let out. We had her for about 6 years or so. We didn't see her again, but we missed her alot. Out of the 18 cats we currently have, only 2 were not dumped off on our place. If those people only could see in their eyes (the dumpee's) how they feel being dumped out in the "wilds" and know themselves how frightened they are, they wouldn't dump them like that. One is Blackie (green & blue eyes, part Siamese), who you will meet if you click on the Canine/Feline Solutions catalog. Blackie was dumped off on a friend of mine's place (big horse barn) along with his yellow brother. Blackie was just about 10 weeks probably and followed me everywhere in her barn and would not leave me alone or quit calling for my attention. He continually called to me, tried climbing up my leg and was under-foot the whole time. So the very next time (just a few days later) when I went to my friends barn, I brought him and his brother home. My friend had about 20+ that had been dumped on her. I couldn't resist him. How could I? He and I have a special bond. His brother dissappeared after about a year.

As far as our horse operation goes, we have one Arabian stallion (a Bask Grandson), Danny, 2 older Arabian mares, Posey (Crabbett) & Fona (Polish) , 4 younger Arabian mares that we bred and raised, Krystle (Egyptian), Sha Mara (Egyptian), Maiya (Polish) Mokka (Polish), 4 geldings, General (Russian) , Phoenix (Quarab), Cimmaronn (Quarab), ( 1 Arabian & 2 Quarab) that we bred and raised and one TB gelding, Allo , we bought from the track. I have decided since I have not been able to allow myself to sell my babies, that I will just breed my stallion to their mares and let them raise their own babies. That way I won't get attached. Our stallion at age 30 sired us a new filly foaled in 2008. We call her Ellie. She is a beauty and has is Sabino gene. YEAH! Way to go Danny. I have rescued a Paint Stallion Leo and a bred by him Apendix Quarter Horse Mare Mems, to add to our ranch and am working on getting their 4 offspring all registered after I register him. I was raised with Qtr Horses in Texas. My mind is always working on my ranch plans... I am horse and dog and cat obsessed, I admit it! I don't have all my horses' pictures up yet either only a few. In time I will. A year later when our house was broken into just before I got home, I found Blackie & his brother in the house with my daughter's female, Tia. I had not fixed Blackie yet, opps! Still had
a teenage at home so money was always tight! A couple months later we had 6 new kittens. 3 black & whites and 3 blacks. They were a joy! One of the boys of this litter was just like Blackie and from early on demanded my attention (Spanky-named by his new owners). I have pictures of him and he is in my heart also. I did wind up giving away all 3 black & whites because of the number of cats we already had and because they were the more popular with my friends. (A girl-Tazzie and another boy-Leo) We kept the blacks as they were not as popular, we have Violet, Bubba & Pedro. As of 1998 we now have Mickey & Max (brother & sister kittens black & white) Max is a hugger and loves to kiss ear lobes; and Baby Doll (the sweetest little kitten grey & white girl), all were dropped off at about 6 to 8 wks old. There is also Tiger (white, green-eyed female with 2 blk smudges on her head) who I found at 4 weeks old in the creek crying for her momma. Her eyes were still blue. Today she has beautiful green eyes. She was a little harder to rescue. I first spotted her in the creek brush crying and
searching for her momma. She saw me, and froze, then darted back across the creek. I saw her the day before do the same thing and hide in the underbrush that I couldn't
get through. So this day I went back into the house, took a shower and while in the shower I spoke to her outloud knowing she could hear me telepathically
(yes I believe animals are telepathic) and told her that I wanted to help her and if she wanted me to help her she was going to have to make it so I could pick her up and bring her in.
So after I got dressed I went back over and across the creek as I could hear her. She was going up and down along my neighbors cord wood pile, yawoling for her momma. There was a little bit of tall wild grass around, but very sparse. For "some reason" she did not hear me nor look up and see me, I walked up to her as she walked and yaowled and picked her up by the neck, and o boy, she was hissing and all squirming with claws, she was a tough tiny little thing bent on surviving. I walked all the way back to my house with her between my fingers holding her by her neck. I put her in a big kennel I had and we began the short span of time as I fed her and began making friends with her. She is so great, she was "Jungle Jane" in our house as she was growing up. Today, at 13 years old, she still paces around and yawols when I go outside, and when we go to bed and I don't put her up in her room with the others. We enjoy their personalities and love so much, the people who dropped them off don't know what they missed out on. We also have Tommy
(big yellow adult neutered male dumped, it took a year to gain his trust), Sylvester & Grey Kitty (brothers left on our porch at 12 wks), Summer (rescued starving at 5 wks),
Max & Mickie (dumped off at 8 wks), Mickie was the noisy one alerting me to her presence and Max was hugging the house, scared to death. He was harder to catch, had to
use Mickie in my other hand to get him, and followed him around the base of the house as he hugged it and kept backing up out of reach. Looking at me scared to pieces. We found
out while raising them, that the sound of a man's "big boots" terrified him and he'd back up and slink away as fast as he could. I'm sure he was kicked out of the way
more than once by those big boots. It took him many years to become a much braver kitty. He was the epitimy of "scardy cat"! At our new place, we picked up a black kitten about
8 wks old in the cold of January, snow and ice, that someone had dumped out in the road. We actually ran over the top of him and then backed up, realizing there was a kitten
in the road. My husband got out and picked him up as he was frozen emotionally in place. His green eyes were "wide" with what has happened to me! Someone must have just
dumped him out. He clawed his way up to my neck and hung on for dear life. His dear life! We brought him back to the house and put him into a kennel in the kitty room,
and went back on our way to town errands. When we got back, we let him out with us and he was so immediately claiming this as his home we couldn't possibly say no.
I call him Chip for chocolate chip as he is all shiny sleek beautiful black. He is a real character. He got over his ordeal much easier than other's.
I know there are many people out there like us who wind up as rescue homes. Not planning to... I talk to someone new all the time. More pictures later. Haven't developed all my film yet.
I haven't added up the one's I've talked about here. Probably left someone out. But you get the "picture". I know all of you have "stories" of your own. This is just to
help you know me better and join me in making lives better for the animals!

I have decided though, any new babies I raise will stay with me. I am not going to give them away anymore. Cats, Dogs, Horses!!! All included. They will be planned births.
I let Jim in on this already.

In 1989 with 5 horses, we decided to take some horse management & training & handling lessons. We attended our first Pat Parelli Natural Horsemanship seminar. This was one of 3. We plan to do more in the future. His program has greatly evolved since then with the help of Linda his wife and so many others. We learned so much practical and 100% useful techniques and a whole new way of thinking. Pat definately is a great teacher of both horses and people as he trains people how to do what he does. It's a mind set along with great training techniques for "Resistance-Free" training. I really enjoy a poem he wrote and recites at his seminars. Every word starts with "P". You'll have to hear it if you haven't yet. This along with Denis Reis
training has been a big help with our own horses as well as rescued horses.

Here is a great book authored by a friend I would like to recommend for hand-tied halters. Halter-Tying Success

Then we went to a John Lyons Symposium held here also and learned some great things to add in. Then we bought videos from Miller DVM on Foal Imprinting and began to imprint our babies that we have raised. And from An Australian trainer "A Fair Go for your Foal" and another video about starting under saddle. (I'll have to find his name later), from Monty Roberts (really enjoyed his book "A Man Who Listens to Horses"), Pat Parelli videos & John Lyons videos. The Trail Less Traveled is a great publication that we receive. Linda Tellington-Jones and the TTeam & TTouch methods are great. I do have a special bond with Mikey also. Mikey came to our door as a 5 wk old kitten with huge eyes in the month of Sept 1990. Our daughter wanted to keep him and she named him after a cute guy she met at a Vintique show one summer. Mikey is full of personality. When he was around 1 year old he used to get a piece of dog food from Nestle's dish and bring it upstairs to the guest bathroom and proceed to play "paw-ball" (racket-ball) on the floor and in the bathtub for about 1/2 hour each morning. He didn't do that anymore after we moved from that house to our current ranch home. Since being here he has decided I am his personal attendant. He holds my lap down daily and sleeps on my side of the bed every nite and on my pillow. Just like a "sqeeze toy" he does this special purr and noise for me you can hear clear across the room. He loves canned food and is always asking and insisting for it. He is very dear to my heart.

About 1998, Mikey started to have seizures. My vet told me this was not good news in cats, usually just have to put them down. So after hearing an audio tape from our Royal Body Care company regarding Microhydrin and an ex-navy seal who had undergone brain tumor surgery and was plagued with seizures the doctors couldn't seem to help him with, the Microhydrin stopped his seizures, so I put Mikey on it too, and in 2 months time his seizures lessened in frequency and severity until they stopped altogether. Since then, he has not had any! I am so relieved and happy! Be sure to check into this product! We also now have Abbey and her 3 boys, Tuffy, Teddy and Travis. I found Abbey in our hay barn being cared for by the father a young Grey Tabby with soulful green eyes. He was leading her to the food I put in the hay barn for him. I was never able to rescue him but I did rescue Abbey before she had the boys. Abbey is a long hair black kitty and had 2 siamese/tabby twins (Teddy & Tuffy) and a grey tabby like daddy (Travis). Here they are Tuffy, Teddy,& Travis. I am so glad I kept them all, how could I not? I have been able to see how the twins are always together and they love their 3rd brother. They never forget who and what they are to each other. All 18 of my cats get along great. I did have to learn how to aclimate grown cats to each other. It went pretty easy.

I will eventually have a page up pictures and little bio's on each pet for all to see.

So, how can anyone not understand that animals have the same emotions as us? You don't have to be a bonifide psychic to know what they are thinking.
I believe all of us are "sensitive" and can read people as well as animals. See the emotion in their eyes. Read their body language to go with that emotion
and you will know what they are thinking....They do think and they do feel emotions, just as we do. They are intelligent and we can communicate with them.
Take the time to listen and pay attention. But they are in our "charge". Let's do a great job for them, as a UNIFIED TEAM effort.

Lastly, we are using a new income opportunity to help us fund Mycpr.org. It is launching April 2009. You can actually join now and try out the product.
Here is the link to check it out. Please look it over and consider joining, it's definately for a great mission and it's an amazing product! American Equine Solutions

Thank you for droppin' in. Hope you enjoyed our bio. We always like to get to know about who you all are, so we went first. Hope to visit with you soon.

We have lots of information on this site. Our desire was to be informative and hopefully a little entertaining too.
As well as inspire you to work with us!

Here is the Volunteer form to be a contact in your town for animal rescues. Please click and fill it in, we are building
our data base first before we launch the main phone # and website for the public to begin calling on us.
How fast can this happen? That depends on how fast you take action to add your name to our contact list and
then passing this website on "word of mouth" to your friends and family to make their own decisions
about what they can and cannot do.

I have the "faith" and "belief" this is THE SOLUTION and that WE (which includes YOU) CAN DO IT!
A little bit from hundreds of thousands of people, that love animals and are willing to help
them ALL have a wonderful Quality of Life with Humans who love and want them!

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Hi, my name is Vickie Stevens, my husband and I have 2 grown daughters, and 29 animals currently. 2 rescue Dogs, 13 horses of which 3 are rescued and one on the way from the rescued mare & 18 rescue cats and 1 new rescue kitten. They are all properly,fixed, fed, housed, loved and cared for. For the cats, kinda like a cattery that is part of the household. They have their own room completewith airpurifier ozone machine. That's the key element. I will try to not make this drawn out and boring but hope to give you a sense of who we are and why we are asking you to join us and make this a massive success! If you get bored, you can skip stuff. I broke it up into little segments. My Community Pet Rescue Network is not about me. It is about all of us, people and animals! Our story below is just to show you what an impact animals have had on who we are today and why we are launching this network service. I know all of you have similiar experiences and frustrations along with the little blessings and humor the rescued animals have brought to your lives.	This is where my life outside the womb with animals story actually begins. I had a little dog (black & white rat terrier) named REX. Rex was a great babysitter and companion. He kept track of me at all times. He would even usher me back by bitting my "rear-end" until he had herded me back to where my parents could see me. My Daddy told me while laughing that I'd come running around back to them crying "Dog Bite Butt -- Dog Bite Butt". When I was between 3 & 4 Rex heroicaly gave his life to save mine. Rattlesnakes were abundant on my grandfather's ranch in Texas and the little guy jumped between me and one of them, alerting the adults and giving his life, for my life..... For years I have had this ache in my heart for the plight of animals in our society. To go along with the ache for Rex in my heart. I remember asking my Mom over and over where was Rex. She would never say. My Daddy is the one who finally told me when I was 45 what had happened to Rex. My emotions are very strong. The pull to rescue every unloved, unwanted, and homeless animal I see. My poor husband had "no real idea" when I told him I loved animals and horses big time. After 36 years together, he knows what it means now. I plan to have an ANIMAL HERO's webpage and feature a new handful everyday! It's one of the best ways for the world to learn about Animals and their purpose in our lives.

had this "solution" surface about 9 years ago while I was living in a perfect pet dumping spot for people who didn't know what else to do with their unwanted animal "babies". And of course, I brought all I could catch in. And wishing I could catch the people and shoot out their car tires for emotionally hurting these little animals the way they have. And for burdening me with one more animal (which of course their beautiful selves and personalities wind up being such a joy to get to know and love anyway! Thank God! Knowing these people have never been the one bringing them in and seeing their hurt, frightened, confused spirits. I know most people don't intend to be "mean" to animals. I know I have not been a "model" human being either. They feel frustration with life's circumstances, time and money constraints, and they ignore the animals in their lives, allow them to breed indescriminately, and they kick them out of their way, and then finally they haul them off to shoot them because they no longer want them, or they dump them on people who didn't ask for another pet, or dump them out in the wilds to be "coyote food".... If they were a human child this was happening to, they would know exactly how the animal feels..... My MISSION here is to make all of us through ONE PHONE NUMBER/EMAIL, easily contacted by the "PUBLIC" to give them and the animals they want to get rid of, a safe, loving and Solution to their crisis! That is free to them so they won't hesitate to call us and they won't feel the need to "dump" their pets and Equines.	The next little dog we had was Tippy, (black & white rat terrier) with a teddy bear head on her back and side. I was older and really established a strong relationship with this dog. She was my confidant and of course was a patient listener and never got down till I was done. She lived to be 13. She traveled from Texas to Washington and back to Texas again in her life time and always went on vacations with us. She was just the best dog. She loved my sisters and I totally. I was her favorite as I spent most of my attention on her, my other passion is drawing horses and then riding & training horses when we had one. I'ts amazing the capacity to love and be loyal that these little animals have. They are members of the family, always. Pictures of her are also with my mom for now. I have found myself praying to God, please let an animal find me, I'll help it. And at the same time, Dear God please, don't present me with another rescue situation, not now..... How many of you out there are like me, and won't go into the Humane Society or Pet Store cages, knowing you want to take them ALL, but can't. It hurts me too much to put myself there. And I feel terrible about that. I have no shortage of animals, all that have either been dumped on my by strangers in the night, or asked by someone I knew or didn't know, will you take this one????

I have waited 9 years, to finally realize that I'm not supposed to do "this" alone. I wanted and have been "waiting" to have the money to properly launch this with advertising, to pay for a proper website and database, to have a couple of "paid" staff onboard, before starting up..... I have let 9 years of this awesome solution go un-used. Un-available! And 9 years of many little animal beings gone to the wayside, left with no good solutions to their plight with humans. I can't wait any longer. This is to be a "JOINT" effort. Everyone (Individuals, other rescues, companies) doing any small and big part that they can together as a networked unit for one solution. With the internet, we can do this! In 60 to 90 days, with "word of mouth" the best advertising in the world and it's free.....spreading like a WILD FIRE! We can have a data base with at least 3 or 4 names per every town in the USA to call on. Then we can launch the website to the public at large and have a phone # that can be called by the public. This is mostly a "volunteer army". And yes, I need some funds to do the incorporation and then the 501-C status, and we'll need some newer computers and better database software and webhost to handle the load. Besides me, I have my wonderful friend and fellow rescuer, Anne here locally to help with all the incoming to begin with. Please read our Mission for further details on the plans for growth and see what you may have to offer this Solution. My husband, Jim has had some interesting experiences with animals but not very long term with anyone of them as he lived in the city all his life until her married me. They (his family) had dachusends, siamese cats, a great dane, and Jim had an Iguana Lizard once. He had his mother fooled into thinking it couldn't run very fast so she allowed it. Then she saw it run! So away went the lizard. The horses he had ridden were not his so he never really had a relationship with them until we began to buy horses once I turned 30. 30 was one of those turning points for me as with many of you probably. Another turning point is 50!	Our next little dog was Nestle (black mini-cocker spaniel). I actually purchased her without papers as one of her parents was not registered. She was one of 4 pups. Two blacks and two black & white part-colored. I wanted specifically a black female and she was the only one. She was with me till Dec 98 when we had to put her to sleep at age 14. She had a tumor growing inside her we didn't know about until too late and along with her age it was the only thing left to do. She is at home in the back yard under a lilac bush. She was the dantiest, physically and emotionally, little dog I had ever known. What a little love. She had two litters of pups. The last litter, when she was 4, provided my sister with an exact duplicate of her, Krickett, (almost named Kisses because she kissed alot!). I don't think I will have anymore little dogs. I believe I have enough with 3 of them in my heart. And of course after I said that....I rescued a beautiful 1 1/2 old smooth haired, toy rat/fox terrier female named Princess. How could I not! She and a kennel mate were the same age but the kennel mate Athena was a larger dog and eating all the food! I gave my neighbors one of my dog igloos since my old dog had passed away, and they had no dog house and it was WINTER, SNOW, COLD and everything! Their water was always frozen. When they fed them Princess was lucky enough to get one or two kibbles before the other dog gobbled them all up. They were both cold and hungry. Princess was skin and bones at 1 1/2 old! It was unacceptable! They wouldn't keep her in the house as they were unsuccessful at house training her and the other dog together so they gave up and put them outside with no dog house! I went over for 2 winters putting hot water in their bucket 2 times daily. Bought bags of good dog food. Told them they needed to feed her separately which they finally did during the summer. Then winter came and it was all the same stuff again. So at age 1 1/2 years old, bone cold (she couldn't even shiver anymore) in November I brought her into our house, put her in the chair in my husband's office to warm up and we bought her a little blue jacket to hide her bones out of embarrasement when we would take her in the car with us....She went everywhere with us for a good year as she had been so needy for human companionship. This rescue was meant for me. First my 2 prior dogs just like her, and then my husband and I are high school sweathearts and he used to call me Princess. I knew I needed to take her and so I did! She is currently a bit on the over eight side after fixing her and she is now 7 years old. Time flies way to fast for me!

I, Vickie, was raised with horses off and on through out my life. It all began before I was born; I was initiated to the feel of being on the back of a horse and the sound of hoofbeats. I think that is why I am happiest on horsback. My mom was into barrel racing then. She was raised on my grandparents' ranch and loved horses and was very good at training them to perform and do tricks. While she was pg with me, I was riding horses. I am sure that a baby can smell them too as their smell and feel and sound has always attracted me like bears to honey! On my grandparents ranch, 80 acres in Texas, is where I spent most of my first 5 years of life (till my grandfather passed away at 62). So naturally that is where my heart and soul is, at home on a ranch. I still remember Blondie, my grandfathers palomino mare. She used to take great care with me. (I'ts great how horses know who is a real baby and who isn't). One of my most memorable times there is "shearing time" for the sheep. Lots of activity. When I was 6 after my Grandfather had passed away, I got my first shetland pony, black and white pinto, all saddled up and ready to go. I got on and immediately was bucked off head first into the grass in our yard. Crying, I was "forced" to get back on (and rightfully so by my Mom). That pony never was to be seen again after that day.....	My neighbors moved out and rented a house for a year in a different area and wound up with a fenced yard for Athena, but a stray male dog jumped their fence and bred her, so they moved back next to me, she had several pups on Halloween Nite and I made up post cards with pics of them and mailed them to all the vet offices in the area and we got them and the mother all adopted out! Yeah! Then that winter they got 2 kittens which they kept in doors and then the next summer kicked them outside. I convinced them to spay and neuter them which they did. The kittens loved to come over and visit me daily. The female Angel was peach colored tabby with grey eyes and the cutest frown on her face as she would sit and watch me mix horse feed. The male Hunter was more aloof but loved my kitty food too. Then in the Summer I was gone for 3 days, and when I got back Hunter came over meowing like crazy, I called for Angel but no appearance from her. I looked for her for days and days! There had been a coyote who was leaving his "poop" out in front of my horses for the last 2 wks, so since my other 2 outside ferral cats were missing also, I knew she was gone. Very sad, as I was planning to bring them both in for the winter. I did bring in Hunter the male and for a year he was scared of every fast movement of your hand and of shadows. Bless his heart! He lives in doors with all my other's. We do have a kitty bedroom, and of course they all get to come out and play around the house but not all the time.

When I was 12, I got my first full size horse. A filly named Bars Flita. She was a 2 year old, well handled, ready to start saddle training, which she took to like "it was nuth'in".. I only had her for 1 year as we moved back to Texas from WA and it was too expensive to ship her. I had wanted to join 4H but since we were moving and selling her that wasn't possible. I spent all my free time out with her, brushing her and lunging her and riding her in the pasture bareback. As I look back now, she was incredibly gentle for a 2 yr old. Some people called her big Red. She was big and very Red. 3/4 Qtr Horse & 1/4 TB.	We also a few years back found a blonde Cocker Spaniel female on the highway that we picked up. Never found her previous owners. She was an older dog probably about 10 when we found her. I was a little afraid I wasn't going to be able to convince her to come to me as she started to wander back out into the freeway. Then I started calling her "Sweetheart" and she came to me with a big grin. Picture is of her and one of our daughters. From then on her grinning/smiling little face was ours. She was with us for about 5 years when she suddenly died (probably from a heart attack) while furiously/happily digging a hole beside the house on Memorial Day (May 31st,1989).	We have had big dogs too. Since passed on, we had an 13 yr old liver & white Springer/Brittany spaniel female named Mandy. She was born to us from another female black & white Springer/Brittany, Baby, given to us by a friend years ago (she is gone now, at age 13). We had a neighbor with 2 spaniels unneutered who wouldn't stay home. One Springer and one Cocker purebreds. Sweetheart and Nestle both had puppies by them. I hadn't fixed them yet, as they were in my yard full time and money was tight with a child at home. Then since passed on a 13 yr old 1/2 Akita & 1/2 Border Collie male named Kwai who was given to us by a young man who couldn't keep him. He had helped to save Kwai's life along with 11 other litter mates. The owner of the "Akita bitch" was real unhappy about the mistake breeding and had ordered a young man to kill the pups. He couldn't do it himself of course. So instead they were all given away by the young man who couldn't carry out that order. Another big dog who is in my heart is Muffins (Old-English Sheep Dog). Picture is of her and one of our daughters. She was a pound dog and was only a year when we got her. She was a doll too. Nervous and throwing up sick at first when we brought her home. Poor thing. What an ordeal, ripped away from the family she was born into, sent to the pound, adopted out finally, around people and circumstances she doesn't know. Fear, making her ill. We did have to shear her every summer to make the heat tolerable for her. Very loyal dog and great alarm watch-dog. She loved to bark and jump and bite at fireworks. Being protective we think. She died at 13 of old age in the month of August 1990.

As of now we have Dozier 1/2 Akita, 1/2 Shephard. He was rescued by a friend from along a river bank where the purebred and starving Akita bitch was eating and he was 8 wks ish. The only pup with her. Who knows....They weren't able to get near the Akita bitch but were able to snatch up the pup. Dozier is now 4, he is a very "funny" fellow. I have had several other dogs & cats too, Tiger (Tippy's son), Sally (basset hound), Rebecca (calico cat) whom we found shot with an arrow and dead in our yard, Timmy (siamese peach tip cat), Flash (siamese seal point cat), Kit Kat (grey short hair persian cat), Wendy (part Irish Setter), Abe (part german shephard), Punkin (cock a poo), Gi Gi (terrier), Misty (grey long hair cat) shot by a neighbors kid over our tall board fence in our back yard! , Baby (springer/brittany spaniel, Mandy's mom) Smokey (grey kitten), and 2 more that lived with us for a year and then got into some posion somewhere and died at home, and that's pretty much all I can remember. One thing they all have in common is they bring lots of love and humor into our lives.	Our recent years endeavor has been to, although not-intentionally, become a "cat rescue". Jim, my husband has always loved cats Thank you God. He had one he remembers when he was very young that he called "Cat-Cat". He has the warm & fuzzy type memories of this cat since he was pretty young. This cat loved only Jim pretty much and would sit and allow Jim to pull his whiskers out. (Jim was too young to know better at the time). His mom couldn't believe the cat would sit for that. About 1985 Jim rescued a little grey kitten from inside a Safeway store. He managed to coax her to him (only heaven knows how she got in there) and brought her home. She was a very sweet and loving cat. He named her Sarah. Picture is of her and Nikoel. Sarah one day didn't come back home for several weeks (she always slept inside at nite), and then one winter day I saw where her foot prints had showed up to the back door and our bedroom window and then went off into the pasture towards some other houses. My guess is she had been inside someone else's home for sometime and then was let out. We had her for about 6 years or so. We didn't see her again, but we missed her alot.	Out of the 18 cats we currently have, only 2 were not dumped off on our place. If those people only could see in their eyes (the dumpee's) how they feel being dumped out in the "wilds" and know themselves how frightened they are, they wouldn't dump them like that. One is Blackie (green & blue eyes, part Siamese), who you will meet if you click on the Canine/Feline Solutions catalog. Blackie was dumped off on a friend of mine's place (big horse barn) along with his yellow brother. Blackie was just about 10 weeks probably and followed me everywhere in her barn and would not leave me alone or quit calling for my attention. He continually called to me, tried climbing up my leg and was under-foot the whole time. So the very next time (just a few days later) when I went to my friends barn, I brought him and his brother home. My friend had about 20+ that had been dumped on her. I couldn't resist him. How could I? He and I have a special bond. His brother dissappeared after about a year.

As far as our horse operation goes, we have one Arabian stallion (a Bask Grandson), Danny, 2 older Arabian mares, Posey (Crabbett) & Fona (Polish) , 4 younger Arabian mares that we bred and raised, Krystle (Egyptian), Sha Mara (Egyptian), Maiya (Polish) Mokka (Polish), 4 geldings, General (Russian) , Phoenix (Quarab), Cimmaronn (Quarab), ( 1 Arabian & 2 Quarab) that we bred and raised and one TB gelding, Allo , we bought from the track. I have decided since I have not been able to allow myself to sell my babies, that I will just breed my stallion to their mares and let them raise their own babies. That way I won't get attached. Our stallion at age 30 sired us a new filly foaled in 2008. We call her Ellie. She is a beauty and has is Sabino gene. YEAH! Way to go Danny. I have rescued a Paint Stallion Leo and a bred by him Apendix Quarter Horse Mare Mems, to add to our ranch and am working on getting their 4 offspring all registered after I register him. I was raised with Qtr Horses in Texas. My mind is always working on my ranch plans... I am horse and dog and cat obsessed, I admit it! I don't have all my horses' pictures up yet either only a few. In time I will.	A year later when our house was broken into just before I got home, I found Blackie & his brother in the house with my daughter's female, Tia. I had not fixed Blackie yet, opps! Still had a teenage at home so money was always tight! A couple months later we had 6 new kittens. 3 black & whites and 3 blacks. They were a joy! One of the boys of this litter was just like Blackie and from early on demanded my attention (Spanky-named by his new owners). I have pictures of him and he is in my heart also. I did wind up giving away all 3 black & whites because of the number of cats we already had and because they were the more popular with my friends. (A girl-Tazzie and another boy-Leo) We kept the blacks as they were not as popular, we have Violet, Bubba & Pedro. As of 1998 we now have Mickey & Max (brother & sister kittens black & white) Max is a hugger and loves to kiss ear lobes; and Baby Doll (the sweetest little kitten grey & white girl), all were dropped off at about 6 to 8 wks old. There is also Tiger (white, green-eyed female with 2 blk smudges on her head) who I found at 4 weeks old in the creek crying for her momma. Her eyes were still blue. Today she has beautiful green eyes. She was a little harder to rescue. I first spotted her in the creek brush crying and searching for her momma. She saw me, and froze, then darted back across the creek. I saw her the day before do the same thing and hide in the underbrush that I couldn't get through. So this day I went back into the house, took a shower and while in the shower I spoke to her outloud knowing she could hear me telepathically (yes I believe animals are telepathic) and told her that I wanted to help her and if she wanted me to help her she was going to have to make it so I could pick her up and bring her in. So after I got dressed I went back over and across the creek as I could hear her. She was going up and down along my neighbors cord wood pile, yawoling for her momma. There was a little bit of tall wild grass around, but very sparse. For "some reason" she did not hear me nor look up and see me, I walked up to her as she walked and yaowled and picked her up by the neck, and o boy, she was hissing and all squirming with claws, she was a tough tiny little thing bent on surviving. I walked all the way back to my house with her between my fingers holding her by her neck. I put her in a big kennel I had and we began the short span of time as I fed her and began making friends with her. She is so great, she was "Jungle Jane" in our house as she was growing up. Today, at 13 years old, she still paces around and yawols when I go outside, and when we go to bed and I don't put her up in her room with the others.	We enjoy their personalities and love so much, the people who dropped them off don't know what they missed out on. We also have Tommy (big yellow adult neutered male dumped, it took a year to gain his trust), Sylvester & Grey Kitty (brothers left on our porch at 12 wks), Summer (rescued starving at 5 wks), Max & Mickie (dumped off at 8 wks), Mickie was the noisy one alerting me to her presence and Max was hugging the house, scared to death. He was harder to catch, had to use Mickie in my other hand to get him, and followed him around the base of the house as he hugged it and kept backing up out of reach. Looking at me scared to pieces. We found out while raising them, that the sound of a man's "big boots" terrified him and he'd back up and slink away as fast as he could. I'm sure he was kicked out of the way more than once by those big boots. It took him many years to become a much braver kitty. He was the epitimy of "scardy cat"! At our new place, we picked up a black kitten about 8 wks old in the cold of January, snow and ice, that someone had dumped out in the road. We actually ran over the top of him and then backed up, realizing there was a kitten in the road. My husband got out and picked him up as he was frozen emotionally in place. His green eyes were "wide" with what has happened to me! Someone must have just dumped him out. He clawed his way up to my neck and hung on for dear life. His dear life! We brought him back to the house and put him into a kennel in the kitty room, and went back on our way to town errands. When we got back, we let him out with us and he was so immediately claiming this as his home we couldn't possibly say no. I call him Chip for chocolate chip as he is all shiny sleek beautiful black. He is a real character. He got over his ordeal much easier than other's. I know there are many people out there like us who wind up as rescue homes. Not planning to... I talk to someone new all the time. More pictures later. Haven't developed all my film yet. I haven't added up the one's I've talked about here. Probably left someone out. But you get the "picture". I know all of you have "stories" of your own. This is just to help you know me better and join me in making lives better for the animals! I have decided though, any new babies I raise will stay with me. I am not going to give them away anymore. Cats, Dogs, Horses!!! All included. They will be planned births. I let Jim in on this already.

In 1989 with 5 horses, we decided to take some horse management & training & handling lessons. We attended our first Pat Parelli Natural Horsemanship seminar. This was one of 3. We plan to do more in the future. His program has greatly evolved since then with the help of Linda his wife and so many others. We learned so much practical and 100% useful techniques and a whole new way of thinking. Pat definately is a great teacher of both horses and people as he trains people how to do what he does. It's a mind set along with great training techniques for "Resistance-Free" training. I really enjoy a poem he wrote and recites at his seminars. Every word starts with "P". You'll have to hear it if you haven't yet. This along with Denis Reis training has been a big help with our own horses as well as rescued horses. Here is a great book authored by a friend I would like to recommend for hand-tied halters. Halter-Tying Success Then we went to a John Lyons Symposium held here also and learned some great things to add in. Then we bought videos from Miller DVM on Foal Imprinting and began to imprint our babies that we have raised. And from An Australian trainer "A Fair Go for your Foal" and another video about starting under saddle. (I'll have to find his name later), from Monty Roberts (really enjoyed his book "A Man Who Listens to Horses"), Pat Parelli videos & John Lyons videos. The Trail Less Traveled is a great publication that we receive. Linda Tellington-Jones and the TTeam & TTouch methods are great.	I do have a special bond with Mikey also. Mikey came to our door as a 5 wk old kitten with huge eyes in the month of Sept 1990. Our daughter wanted to keep him and she named him after a cute guy she met at a Vintique show one summer. Mikey is full of personality. When he was around 1 year old he used to get a piece of dog food from Nestle's dish and bring it upstairs to the guest bathroom and proceed to play "paw-ball" (racket-ball) on the floor and in the bathtub for about 1/2 hour each morning. He didn't do that anymore after we moved from that house to our current ranch home. Since being here he has decided I am his personal attendant. He holds my lap down daily and sleeps on my side of the bed every nite and on my pillow. Just like a "sqeeze toy" he does this special purr and noise for me you can hear clear across the room. He loves canned food and is always asking and insisting for it. He is very dear to my heart. About 1998, Mikey started to have seizures. My vet told me this was not good news in cats, usually just have to put them down. So after hearing an audio tape from our Royal Body Care company regarding Microhydrin and an ex-navy seal who had undergone brain tumor surgery and was plagued with seizures the doctors couldn't seem to help him with, the Microhydrin stopped his seizures, so I put Mikey on it too, and in 2 months time his seizures lessened in frequency and severity until they stopped altogether. Since then, he has not had any! I am so relieved and happy! Be sure to check into this product!	We also now have Abbey and her 3 boys, Tuffy, Teddy and Travis. I found Abbey in our hay barn being cared for by the father a young Grey Tabby with soulful green eyes. He was leading her to the food I put in the hay barn for him. I was never able to rescue him but I did rescue Abbey before she had the boys. Abbey is a long hair black kitty and had 2 siamese/tabby twins (Teddy & Tuffy) and a grey tabby like daddy (Travis). Here they are Tuffy, Teddy,& Travis. I am so glad I kept them all, how could I not? I have been able to see how the twins are always together and they love their 3rd brother. They never forget who and what they are to each other. All 18 of my cats get along great. I did have to learn how to aclimate grown cats to each other. It went pretty easy. I will eventually have a page up pictures and little bio's on each pet for all to see.