On 5/2/09 we picked up Andy, a deaf puppy, who was rescued by a neighbor from a back yard breeder
in Wichita, who was going to have him put to sleep because he couldn't sell him.  Andy is 12 weeks old,
is housebroken and knows hand signals for come here and no.  He can hear high pitch sounds
such as a whistle and hair dryer.

DOB 2/7/09 

Update - 5/14/09: Andy was returned to his rescuer, Ann.  
She realized that she loved him dearly and just couldn't live without him!
We will really miss this special little guy!

If you would like to adopt one of these boys, please go to http://www.springerrescue.org
and complete an on-line adoption application.  In the comments section at the end of your application,  
enter the name of the puppy that you are interested in adopting and also note that he is being fostered by Tari Jolin. 
Your application will be forwarded to the appropriate person to review and you will be contacted for an interview.

Life of a puppy mill dog:

I huddle inside my small cage. 
I can barely stand, it's so small, but that is ok, 
because the wires of the floor cut into my bare feet when I do. 
My skin is raw, and cut, where I've had to lay so uncomfortably 
for hours on end, days without end, years that go on forever. 
My body offers no comfort, as it's thin, and bony. 

I have no bed on which to lay my body. 
No blanket to cover me when I'm cold. 
No furniture on which to sit. 
No private place to do my "business". 
No friends to call my own. 
I am in Solitary Confinement, 
with only myself for company. 

My fellow "prisoners" can't help me, 
for they too are in total misery. 
Their lives are no better than my own. 
I often hear their cries in the night. 
Cries of pain, cries of sadness, cries of loneliness. 
I am hungry, and sick, but my captors don't really care. 
I receive no medical attention, as I'm not considered 
important in the entire scheme of things. 

My children give me a few moments of joy, 
But they are taken too early, leaving my breasts filled with milk. 
I know a different kind of pain now. 
The pain of love lost. 
The pain of true misery. 

My stomach has stopped growling. 
It's way beyond that, as I sit here with the pain. 
Yesterday I vomited blood, as my stomach began to turn on itself. 
Today I saw hair falling out by handfuls. 
What had been beautiful golden hair is now gone. 
Part of me wonders if maybe it will be over soon. 

I sit day in and day out, staring into space. 
I have no family to remember to give me strength. 
I know of no God to worship in times of fear. 
I have no love to remember in times of pain. 
I have no hope. 

I have no hope, 
For I am a prisoner of Cruelty. 
A prisoner of Pain. 
A prisoner of Greed. 
A prisoner of War. 

For I am a prisoner of a Puppy Mill.

Please stomp out these puppy mills, 
For it is too late for me
but for others, they still have the chance
that I didnt, please dont shop,
please adopt...

(Author unknown)

Dogs Rescued From Breeder Brought To KC - Video & story at KMBC - TV 9