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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
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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. |
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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.
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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.
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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
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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I’m Roscoe. I'm a mule, in case you couldn't tell. I'm 23 now, and much as I think the Grand Canyon is neat, I've decided that my packing days are over. Luckily, my former owner realized it, too. Nowadays, I spend my time drooling over Belle the donkey and Beauty the horse, depending on which half of me is feeling frisky. |
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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? |
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I'm Charlie. I'm
13. I lost my home because my owners' son
was going to marry a girl who was allergic to cats,
and occasionally came to visit. They said
they'd come and see me, but they never did, of
course They've never even called to see if
I was okay. I minded that a lot to begin
with, but not anymore. As you can see, I'm
doing just fine at Furrytale. |
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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.
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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. |
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here for our Adoptable Pet List!
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Sponsor a Furrytale Animal
This program invites you
to support an animal of your choice for one year.
Individual Sponsorship $250
Corporate Sponsorship $500
Sponsors receive a photograph of their
animal, a thank you letter from their animal, visits with
their animal, copies of our newsletter, The
Scoop, a personal tour of the Farm, and invitations
to special events at the Farm. In addition, the name of
their choice will be added to our Sponsor Board.
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