Winston (still up for adoption!)

We found Winston hanging out in front of our neighbor’s house across the street with their dog Bossy a couple weeks ago. Our neighbors seemed to have abandoned their place as well as Bossy (who had chewed through the rope she was tied to), so we’re assuming he was one of theirs as well. He came up to the fence when we were out in the yard and seemed friendly although VERY shy, so we put some food and water out by the curb for him.

The next day we tried to coax him into our yard, but Bossy wasn’t having it at all. She made it very clear that she wasn’t going to be ok with us going into their yard, and she would not let us near him. It was only by making a trail of food from their yard to ours that they were able to coax him close enough to a cage to push him into it. We left his cage outside because he had several generations of fleas living on him, and it wasn’t very easy to get any sleep that night. He was making the saddest sounds we’ve ever heard, but it’s not like we could explain to him that we didn’t want him getting hit by a car. Our favorite pitbull expert came over to check him out, and confirmed that he didn’t have mange (just alot of redness from living with bugs) and, judging from his chompers, was probably about a year old.


The next day Whitney had a job babysitting, so I let him hang out in the back yard by himself. He went to check on him a few minutes later, and was blown away to discover that he had used his head as a battering ram (the fence was built up against the neighbors much older, obviously rotten one) to jailbreak our yard. It is incredible that he was able to pull a Houdini in such a short period of time, especially since none of our escape artists have figured a way to get out.


Three days later, we were just as shocked to find him showing up on our doorstep, almost eager to let us lasso him again…the look on his face said something like, “I was thinking about going for the dead possum I found, but this seemed like a better idea.” We made the mistake of letting a friend reserve him and told other people who were interested that he was taken, and then he lost his job and said he couldn’t take him. We are doing everything we can to find him a home, so please spread the word if you know anyone who might be a good match. He loves to cuddle but isn’t too clingy, and is great with other dogs (aside from small, nippy, Napoleon complex types). He had a rough start but has progressed to the point that we are sure that he is going to make someone very happy 🙂


October 27, 2009 at 7:20 pm Leave a comment


Eric found this guy close to our house a few weeks ago…he’s probably only a few months old and has probably spent his whole life on the streets. He couldn’t catch him, and we were very surprised to find him again on the side of Jonesboro road several miles away a few days later in Forest Park (while we were picking up Winston from getting fixed). He was outside a mechanic shop, and the guys who worked there were throwing him food to try and keep him out of the 5 lane road. Whitney and them tried to corner/lasso him with a leash we had, but he just kept running out in the road when we got close enough to him. He seemed like he was going to let us catch him for a second, but we had to give up when he finally finished off the rest of our (insanely delicious) steak torta from Las Tortas Locas.

We were on the way to the same vet a few days later and saw him on the side of the road again in front of the same place, but didn’t have time to stop. I’m pretty sure we can get him if we can get some manpower together…any volunteers? 🙂


October 27, 2009 at 7:01 pm Leave a comment

The Bassets: Maurice and Mabel

This pair of Basset Hounds was found wandering the streets of EAV. We
are fostering them for a week for the Atlanta Beagle Rescue. We are
guessing the male (tan & white) is less than 2 years old and the
female (black & white) is under a year. The boy is about 35lbs and
the female is about 25lbs. They are very sweet and get along great with our
other dogs. The female is a little shyer and she seems to be more
comfortable with males. The adoption fee is $200 each or $325 for the
pair. That includes spay/neuter, all vaccines, deworming, and
microchip. You’d pay alot more going to the vet for all those basics.
These guys will make wonderful pets for a loving home 🙂

Bassett Hounds 1

Bassett Hounds 2

Bassett Hounds 3

October 27, 2009 at 9:52 am Leave a comment

Norris Blue

Blue Pitbull

Blue Pitbull 2

Blue Pitbull 3

Norris (named b/c he stares you down Chuck N. style) aka Blue was rescued by an EAV resident, and is known for being an escape artist whose skills rival those of Houdini. We are doing everything we can to make sure he doesn’t escape while we try and locate the owner or find him a home. We are esimating he is a 1 year-old and 70+lbs Blue Pit/Great Dane mix. He scaled our 6 foot fence, and obviously decided he likes it here since he just walked around to the front door and started banging on it. We are hoping getting him fixed will make him not want to escape anymore, but until we figure that out for ourselves we won’t be adopting him out to anyone unless they have a fence resembling the Federal Penitentiary near our house 🙂

Fed Pen

October 25, 2009 at 10:36 pm Leave a comment

About Eric + Whitney, our dogs, and our blog

This is the first entry in our ongoing public journal we’ll be keeping to document our dog rescue efforts. We live in a neighborhood in Atlanta where there are many stray + homeless dogs, as many pet owners don’t fix their animals and let them come and go as they please. There is also a huge problem with dog fighting in places like Atlanta, so we’ve rescued our fair share of pit bulls who have come from horrific situations. We’ll be sharing stories as they happen, as well as recalling some past stories that we think might be beneficial for other pet owners to read.



Here is a little background info about us…

Whitney worked for Humane Society as a vet tech for 10 years before getting a degree in Psychology from UGA. She had a pit bull which she rescued from a fight farm named Lady, a Chihuahua-Westie mix named Dooley, and two cats, Fate + Leo, when she met her future husband. Eric had owned dogs his whole life except for the 5 years he spent traveling the world as a missionary in the late 90’s. At the time he had an 8 year old Husky named Binkers, and two of her half-boxer sons (which he had delivered himself before he wised up about the importance of getting pets fixed) named Brewski + Pedro.

Lady, Tank aka Pooh, Skeeter aka Muffins

Front to back: Lady, Tank aka Pooh, Skeeter aka Muffins

We met at MJQ/Drunken Unicorn, one of the most infamous club compounds in Atlanta. Eric had rode there with his landlord at the time, who was/is one of the most in-demand dj/producers in the world.. Whitney was just getting into electronic music and had no idea what dj’s were really doing back there, whereas Eric had been djing for the better part of a decade. The only reason he managed to get Whitney’s number was because she thought he was better friends than he really was with one of her pals. She usually didn’t give her number out to guys who didn’t come with references from people she trusted, so I’m sure you can imagine the amusing conversation that took place when she realized that he didn’t really know the guy’s name who introduced them.

Left to right: Dooley, Binkers, Winston, Eric

We moved in together relatively quickly due to Whitney getting done very wrong by several roommates in a row when her name was the only one on the lease. It didn’t take long after we moved in together to figure out that Lady was not going to get the best of friends with Binkers, Bruster, and Pedro. Although Eric’s basement apartment was small, they figured out a way of keeping them in seperate rooms and rotating their turns in the yard. Of course there were plenty of times when they ended up in the same room anyways, but fortunately they never managed to do any real damage to each other.

Tank and Bigfoot

Tank and Bigfoot

During this time, two girls tried to break into our house while Eric was at work and Whitney was at home. The other dogs (minus Lady) were outside, and they obviously weren’t scared of them because they walked right past them. They told Whitney they knew Eric wasn’t going to be home until midnight somehow, and didn’t see how she was going to stop them from coming in and taking what they wanted. Whitney told them that Lady was in the living room and would tear them to shreds, and they didn’t believe her until she cracked the door enough to see Binkers and Bru so she would start going nuts. They ran as fast as they could as soon as she started screaming for the neighbors/landlords, and we never heard from them again. We did however decide to be a good bit more careful about who we tell our schedules to (and the importance of not letting your friends bring their friends to your house parties) after that, but never forgot that our pit bull may have saved Whitney’s life that day.

After a few months, the landlords mentioned something about wanting to move to NYC. Eric and Whitney knew they needed more space, so then moved upstairs into their place with their friends Ryan, Matt, and Dan while their friend Ricky moved into the basement with his pit bull, Partner. Eric, Whitney, and Ryan started one of the most successful weekly dj nights at a club in East Atlanta Village, which ran strong for a year until the venue went downhill. They did their best to pick up the pieces and move it somewhere else, but it became obvious that the economy was making it very difficult to make a living off of club nights. They began to focus on private events and weddings, and considering expanding their animal rescue efforts.

Soon they realized that they only had to drive ten minutes away to the southeast side of Atlanta to find a neighborhood with the most out-of-control stray dog problem they had ever seen. Many were pit bulls running for their lives from fight farms or other abusive situations, but there were just as many other random mixes, and they were obviously multiplying like crazy. We took two of our pit bulls for a walk in a park there to get a feel for the neighborhood, and got attacked by a lab/chow mix within ten minutes. Eric got knocked on the ground, and if it weren’t for Whitney managing to scare him away by charging at him with the cat stroller (yes the cats were in it + very traumatized after, but never tried to sneak out of the house after that), there’s no telling what might have happened. We decided after that that we wanted to get serious about helping some of the more salvageable pups trying to survive in the hood to find some decent people to hang out with.

We got married on September 5, 2009, and got officially involved with the Atlanta Underdog Initiative instead of starting our own shelter. They are definitely the best out of all the shelters we’ve seen, and we would not be pouring ourselves into this project if we didn’t know they were in it for the right reasons. And it helps that they are experienced enough to really know what they’re talking about, especially when it comes to our favorite animals (which might be the most misunderstood creatures in the world), the bully breeds 🙂

October 16, 2009 at 1:15 am Leave a comment

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