Hi, my name is Mama Kate, and I run the on the ground operations for Lone Star K9 Rescue Ranch. That sounds a lot fancier than what I actually do. I feed, vet, and care for all of the dogs here at Lone Star, my own 3 fur children, Fred, Gwen, and Zena, and our ever growing foster family. We currently have 9 dogs in Foster care here at Lone Star, Max, Kira, Armando, Vixen, Apollo, Simba, Lilly and Sandy. All my furkids have heartbreaking stories about their lives before coming here, and as you come to know our four legged family, I will share those stories, as well as the ups and downs of life among the dogs.
Lone Star is an All Breed Rescue. That means that we don't discriminate agenst any breed or breeds of dogs...if you are a dog, and need a safe haven, Lone Star will take you in. Purebreed Dogs live happily alongside mutts of unknown (and hard to guess) parentage, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
A lot of people think that purebred dogs don't wind up in the pound. Unfortunately, that's not the case. Of the 12 dogs currently at Lone Star, all but 4 of them are purebred. A pedigree doesn't carry with it the promise of a loving family.
Our Fred for instance is a purebred Great Pyrenees, and is now a beautiful boy, but when he was found running along the highway in West Virginia after being hit by multiple cars, he looked like nothing more than a big grey, matted mess. His first day here we cut and groomed so many matts off of him that the scissors literally left my hands bleeding. His matted, infected, dirty fur filled 2 full 30 gallon Trash bags. He had a Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) because the fur on his belly was so matted up that he couldn't pee without being covered in his own urine. His ears were filled with so many earmites that the inside was a dirty red brown, to the point that we worried he would suffer from permanent hearing loss.
Yet, despite the pain he had to be suffering , he still wanted to be loved, and never once snapped at either me, or his Vet. Within his first week here he recieved 5 injections (antibiotics, blood draw for a HW test, Rabies Vaccine, his 8 in 1 vaccine, and a Kennel Cough Vaccine), yet with the true dignity of his breed he stood and allowed us to heal him, taking the pills I had to shove into the back of his huge mouth without ever becoming aggressive.
He had never been walked on a leash before coming here, yet within a week he was walking through downtown with me, accepting affection from everyone as if it was old hat to him.
When I saw how much Fred benefitted from being in a real family, a dream was born. A dream of a place where all dogs who needed a safe, loving home could come and be loved and cared for until their forever family could be found.
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