I’m Baco. I'm a Thoroughbred, and I’m 25 years old. I used to be a show horse, but then my knee got blown out, and I was no use to my owner. She has plenty of money and plenty of acres and could have kept me, but I got to come to Furrytale instead. Good thing. Here, no one expects me to be anything but happy. And all I have to worry about is making sure I can keep Beauty away from my special grassy spots. I hope I can stay here forever.
I’m Jake, and I bet you can tell I'm a Dalmatian. Can you also tell that I'm 12? Looking pretty good for my age, huh? Still, I got too old and sick for my dad to take me on the road with him, and there wasn't anyone at home to take care of me. So I came to Furrytale, where I'll while away the rest of my days. Not a bad life.
Hello, I'm Jenny, and as you can see, I'm a goat. I'm a pretty old goat, too, but that doesn't mean I deserved to be thrown away. I lived for almost a year in someone's back woods before I came to Furrytale. I wasn't in very good shape, as you can imagine, but my shape has been getting better and better with every passing day.
I’m Frosty, a 14-year-old Samoyed mix. I was literally dumped out of a car into the middle of Route 3 when I was barely 8 weeks old. Fortunately, someone saw what was happening, and stopped to pick me up before I got run over and brought me to Furrytale, my forever home.
I’m Joey, and I’m a greyhound mix. I’m 9 years old. I was found in a Seattle park, scared and skinny. I have an abiding fear of strange men in baseball caps and anyone carrying anything that looks like a bat. But there's no one like that here at Furrytale, where I'll stay until I'm not afraid to be adopted.
I’m Saki, a 12-year-old Chow mix. My former family called me Chance because they said there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d survive. They beat me and kicked me and threw me down the stairs, so I guess they knew what they were talking about. I’ve never been adopted, but I don't care. As far as I’m concerned, the best day of my life was when I came to Furrytale.
I’m Juliet. I'm probably about 24 years old. I was rescued from a local stable where I was used as a school horse and not trearted very well. I was very skinny and I had rolling tendons, but now I'm getting good food and the right kind of exercise, and I figure I've landed somewhere between heaven and paradise.
I'm Sadie. I'm 9. I lost my home when I bit a little boy. It wasn't my fault, really -- I lived with little kids my whole life and would never hurt them. But I had tripped and cracked my jaw on a cememt step, and when the boy grabbed me by the face, it hurt, and I reacted. In Seattle, it's always the animal's fault, so I had to leave or get put to death. It's all right at Furrytale, I guess, but I'd much rather be back with my real family.
I'm Ricky. I'm 8. I lost my home to the same prospective daughter-in-law as Charlie did. I guess I don't understand people who can throw living creatures like us away like that. I know it's the world we live in today -- don't want it anymore, get rid of it -- but It doesn't say much good about society, does it? Don't get me wrong -- I like it here at Furrytale just fine. In fact, I like it a lot. But that's not really the point, is it?
I'm Ric. I'm a Paint. I'm 23 yers old, and lame. I had an injury to my leg that was ignored by my former owner, and to mke matters worse, I was ridden anyway, which only compounded the problem,. So now I hang around pastures, and make them look better, which is just fine with me.
I'm Peaches. I'm 11, which is just about middle-aged for a potbellied pig. I had a home, but when my person went off to college, I sort of got forgotten about. I wandered over to the nieghbors' for some company, but their horse bit me. So now I'm at Furrytale, which will probably be my last home. I'm not in very good shape right now, but my prospects are looking good.
