*While the Miniature Pinscher looks like a scaled-down smaller version of a Doberman Pinscher, they are in fact two different breeds (http://minpin.org/history.htm).
Many of our dogs are not suitable for homes with small children (children under 5)- PLEASE read the dog's bio thoroughly before applying. This could be for numerous reasons - small kids make them nervous, they need training, etc. If the dog does well with small children their bio will state "OK with small children".
We do not have designated adoption areas for our dogs. We normally do not go west of OH or south of VA and cover all northeastern states including New England. Once approved you are welcome to visit with suitable dogs no matter which state they are located in. Please be sure you are willing to travel to the location of the dog.
Sweet Jill is a 9 year old Min Pin who came to rescue with her daughter Pumpkin and Jack, who is Pumpkin's dad.
Jill is a solid, sweet, loving little girl. She is great with all humans and other animals.
While all three have lived their lives together, we are not requiring they all be adopted by one home.
Good with other dogs
Good with kids
Not Good with cats
My name is Parker. Parker, P Diddy, or just P. My foster momma has so many cute names for me, but her favorite is P so it's my favorite too!
My story is quite a long one, but my foster momma said everyone will want to read it because I'm such a special boy - so here goes...
I grew up in an Amish puppy mill. At the time I didn't know it was a 'puppy mill' or what 'puppy mill meant' - I just knew it was a very loud place with lots and lots of other dogs like me living in wire pens. I had a lot of friends there, but we all had the same feelings about our home... we weren't very happy.
No one paid much attention to us and if they did they weren't always very nice. Back then I had no idea how truly great life could be. When you live in the mill its the only life you know and you can't do much about it but get up every day and go through the motions... but when you get out you realize how horrible it is and you never, ever want to go back. I feel so bad for all my friends that are still there. I wish I could go set them all free. I am lucky a nice rescue lady was able to get me out of there - I don't know how she did it, but man am I sooooooo grateful! I feel real bad for my friends who couldn't come with me. Each night, before I got to sleep, I thank God I'm no longer there and I also pray that each and every one of them can one day know what its like to be on the outside and be loved.
Once I was free, the nice rescue lady gave me to a Doberman rescue - I was wondering if she realized I wasn't a Doberman. She told me not to worry because this rescue loved Min Pins as well and I would be just fine. I had no idea what it meant to go to a rescue, but soon found out it was pretty freaking AWESOME! I was a little afraid at first, but once I realized humans equal love, food, warmth and everything else good in the whole big wide world, I was looooooooooooooooving it!
Then along came my forever and ever family. Oh how I loved them. They continued to show me that the world is a great place and I became deeply attached to my entire human family. I even had new Min Pin siblings in my forever and ever home. We had a great time for four years and then, suddenly, without warning... my human momma passed away. I thought my heart might break completely in half. I loved my human momma so much and I know she loved me... I didn't understand how she could be here and be fine... and then suddenly, just like that, she was gone.
My human family was devastated too. They loved my momma just like I did. They tried to tell me it would be ok, but I just didn't understand why, when life seemed so good, God decided my momma needed to be in heaven. Thankfully I had my Min Pin sister Jetta. She was as upset as me if not worse... after all, my momma was her momma since she was a teeny, tiny baby. We comforted each other and spent many days sadder than sad.
Then one day human daddy told me that he was going to have to make THE hardest decision he had ever had to make and ask for the rescue to help with Jetta and me. At first I didn't understand, but you see my daddy works out of town and he couldn't quit his job - trust me, I begged him to, but he said he couldn't take care of our human sister if he did that. With teary eyes, he promised me and Jetta we would both be ok and that the rescue would take very good care of us.
So, at 10 years old I am back at the rescue but let me just say my daddy is no fool. No sir! He was right and I am in heeeaaaven here. Yes, I still miss my human momma deeply, but I know she has to be smiling in heaven to see how happy I am again. I know she would loooooooove my foster momma because she loves me just the same as my human momma did.
When I got back to rescue I had to visit the doctor. Not my favorite thing in the world to do, but I went along with it as any good boy would. The vet said I needed a dental and she also discovered my little heart has a murmur. After taking some of my blood, working her magic on it and taking a picture of my heart, she said I should be on medication for my little, bitty heart. She told my foster momma my heart murmur is a Grade 5. I don't know what that means, but my foster momma looked concerned which in turn caused me to look at the vet with concern. My foster momma said I have to take my medicine to help my heart (which is enlarged) and she said my other medicine will also help control the fluid in my lungs. I will have another picture taken of my heart in August. Thank goodness those don't hurt.
I heard the doctor tell my foster momma that a Grade 5 murmur is serious stuff and to top it off I'm no spring chicken. So, my foster momma told me that because this is all the case, I will stay with her and her family under the care of the rescue for the rest of my days. She said I have had enough change and bouncing around - which I totally agree with. =) Whew... I did not want to have to move again.
I'm pretty psyched about staying with the rescue forever. I love it here and I love my foster family. I'm pretty sure they love me too! I don't know how much time I have left, but I don't let that get me down. I say, live each day to the fullest and love life... What else can ya do?
My foster momma wanted me to add something she wrote earlier for you to read too:
This is Sofia... sadly you can not meet her or adopt her because she is no longer alive....
Sofia was a beautiful red Dobergirl who was living in Cancun Mexico.
She found herself in a shelter in Cancun and was set to come to DDR.
Thankfully she was spared due to the efforts of concerned volunteers in Mexico as well as the US.
We were so excited to be able to help this poor girl start a new life here. Sadly, she never made it. Sofia was heavy heartworm positive and died in Mexico before we were able to get her to the US.
Even if we had moved her quickly she may have died on the flight. She was so severely infected with heartworm disease and there was almost no chance of saving this sweet girl.
How sad! She did not deserve the life she had there and she did not deserve to die this way.
We require all of our adoptive homes to use Heartworm Preventative year round so our dogs will never suffer like Sofia and our Spice.
Heartworm disease will kill your beloved family member and it is so easily preventable.
Sofia spent her life suffering... no one cared enough to make sure she was protected from this horrible disease.
If your current pets are not on preventative you will be required to have them tested and started on preventative prior to adopting a DDR dog.
Visit the American Heartworm Society's
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