Life with Pound Buddies Rescue

I started with Pound Buddies Rescue(PBR) in early 2003.
I was only a walker at the local animal control at that time.
I quit volunteering at the pound when the "city" people asked
me to bring them a dog and put it in gassing cage to be gassed to death.
I walked out.

Then a few months later I started fostering 1 dog at a time. My first foster was a
Brittney mix named Zoe. I then acquired a little peek-a-pom (cant go into details on this)
He was barely 5 ounces when I brought him home (he was not part of the rescue)
I had no clue what to do with him. I called Connie (PBR director) and between her and VOA (Voice of Animals) I was taught how to care for this little baby. He was my first bottle baby orphan. I named him Microchip as he wasn't much bigger than one.
Because of him I became more absorbed into rescue life. I had found my calling it seemed.
He is now a bundle of fluff that visits nursing homes and my sons classes at school every once in a while. He is such a good boy and beautiful and well behaved (graduated top of his classes in obedience) he beat out the big dogs he did.

Over that last 4 years with PBR my responsibilities have grown. I am now the foster\adoption coordinator and records keeper of all past adoptions for PBR dogs and pound dogs.
Yes I still foster but not on the scale I used to as I also have to help care for my father-in-law who lives with us as he can not care for himself.

So that is the short version of life with PBR.