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Augie (Augustus) came to us quickly and unexpectedly two years ago after my husband saw him in a Facebook Rottie Rescue group. Despite the hundreds of Likes, comments, and shares on the post, we reached out to see if he still needed a home. Less than 24 hours later, we drove home with him in the backseat. Augie's "Gotcha Day" was made even more special by being on the same day as what would have been our late Chesapeake's 15th birthday. We had lost Ottis two years earlier and were waiting for the right time to add a new four-legged family member. We always believed that the right dog would find us instead of us finding the dog, and we couldn't have been more right. Not only is Augie the most loyal, loving, intelligent, and happy dog, he is the biggest "mushmellow" you've ever met. He loves his cousins (human and dog) and just being around people - as long as he's included in everything, he's smiling from ear to ear. He was even the ring bearer at our wedding! His other favorite things are hiking, camping, swimming, snuggling, letting out random "happy howls," and (most of all) playing with any ball. Augie turns three on August 30th, and we are excited for many more years of his smiles and happy howls!

From puppyhood to adulthood, we use your products, especially the FeelGood Omegas, to assist in our pups' fast growth during the first years. As they age, we participate in multiple events and training that require flexibility to perform in any venue. I feel that these products help make our goals possible. Thank you.

Hello, I am Karen, 28 years old. I am a dog mom of two: Cardi & Cuba. It is cliche to say that my dog saved my life, but mine genuinely did. Cardi, my now six years old baby girl, came into my life 5.5 years ago. Her previous guardian dumped her because she barked "too much," so I took her in as I was in deep need of love/company. Taking care of her, walking her, and playing with her helped me slowly get out of the depressive state I was in. She has been my best friend/baby girl ever since. We speak to each other by eye contact. Cardi has been diagnosed with pancreatitis; I almost lost her a year ago because her vet was inadequate and kept giving her antibiotics with no significant result. She became severely anemic, inflamed, and lost a lot of weight. Sadly, I let it happen cause I didn't know any better. I trusted him cause he's a doctor, and I thought he knew what he was doing. Eventually, after six months, I saw another vet who could help her 'recover,' but that only lasted three months. Cardi has recently had another pancreatitis episode. I am no longer someone who believes in traditional medicine. I want holistic care for my babies and me. However, I do not have the guidance I want and need because I live in Lebanon, Beirut, and there are no holistic vets here. But I know I can't just accept this fate; I need to do something cause I can't see her sick/in pain anymore. For the past few weeks, I have been doing my research, trying to understand the best holistic ways to help her. I need prevention, not a temporary fix. I am finally switching to raw food (because of Dr. Dobias' videos and some other holistic vets, so thank you for that), and I'm also aware that I need to clean and detox her liver and body from all the meds she has taken, give her pre and probiotics and vitamins. The problem is that I can't afford these products. There's heavy inflation in my country, and everything is getting more expensive. I also want to give her the most natural, chemical-free, trusted products. This is why I'm here. I believe in the universe working in magical ways, so who knows, maybe this message is Cardi's chance at a healthier life with the help of Dr. Dobias and her momma, of course.

Juliet is a survivor. On one of our hikes here in the Sonoran desert, she was bitten by a rattlesnake. My son happened to be home at the time (he's a pilot), and he drove his motorcycle through steep terrain to reach our coordinates and help me carry Juliet back to my vehicle. After ten anti-venom treatments, two plasma treatments, and four days in the ICU, she made it back home. Then began a long road of rehab to get her using her front forelimb again; her left front ankle joint had necroses down to the bone. Today, she can run and play pretty well. She will never grow fur over the scar again, but she knows she is beautiful from the inside out!

My boy Goose was diagnosed in September of 2022 with an advanced adrenal gland tumor; the vets thought a few months for him. I have been giving all of the supplements Dr. D recommends. He is doing so well. He came into my life when a friend gave me him after my two border collies died. I lost Mom and Dad. It was horrible. Goose gave me so much love and helped me get through it all. I am so grateful to all of Dr D and the staff who have helped me. My boy is doing great.

I walked into a coffee shop one December evening in 2017, and as I waited for my latte, my daughters spotted a woman holding a puppy. I looked to where they pointed, and my heart and life would forever change. That blue-eyed Aussie was just 12 weeks old and needed a home. She was the result of an accidental ranch breeding. She came home with us a week later. We named our Colorado puppy, Vail Meadow. Meadow is now almost seven. Early in her life, I thought she needed a “ job. “We did frisbee and agility. We fed her the “ top “ kibble. Sadly, she suffered from eye discharge, a sore back, and anxiety. I started researching natural dog care a few years back. We stopped all sports and stopped feeding the kibble. Meadow made a phenomenal turnaround. She enjoys a fresh food diet, hiking, sniff walks, and nose work. I’m crazy over the Peter Dobias' podcasts and videos. They have helped me to transition my dog to a better lifestyle. Meadow has two human teenage sisters and two doggy pals at home. My daughters and husband have Hemophilia. Meadow seems to know when one of us needs extra love. She loves to sleep right next to whoever is not feeling well. She makes us laugh, too. She’s very witty and opinionated. We love our special girl. She came into our lives as the most precious Holiday Surprise. She deserves the best care, food, and supplements.

We have a 9-year-old Cavalier who we rescued when he was five months old. He had health issues when we got him, and they have continued to this day. We believe he came from a puppy mill. We have done our best to keep him happy, healthy, and mobile all these years. He was over-vaccinated and overmedicated when we got him. He had been neutered at “ 8 WEEKS OLD”!!! He has had both patella surgeries and both side ACL repair surgeries; he was diagnosed at the Vet School in Fort Collins, Colorado, with severe bilateral hip dysplasia and severe arthritis in his hips and knees before he was three years old. He has MVD and lost his hearing this past June. He was diagnosed with PSOM this past September. We are retired, and Oliver is our life! He has been raw-fed for most of his life. He gets goat milk, bone broth, and green juju veggies daily. In August of 2022, he had a dental that he has had one issue after another and he now has acid reflex. He has had many different joint supplements, and we are now giving Antinol. We have a pain specialist for him; he gets laser, acupuncture, and chiropractic treatments regularly. I want to try a new joint supplement and give him what he needs for his senior days.

About 16 years ago, I fed kibble, got vaccinations, and did everything my vet told me to do. Both dogs died too young from hemangioma. I knew I was doing something wrong. 14 years ago, I found raw feeding and titers. My rescue golden lived to be 15 and 2 months old! I've used Dr. Dobias' products for all my dogs. Became a Certified Raw Feeding Specialist and help others, always recommending Dr. Dobias' supplements. Now, my papillons, Jazz and Pixie, have benefited and are my agility partners! I get to help others on their journey, which makes me very happy! My dogs are my world!

In December 2021, my dog, Chelsea Ireland, was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease. Since then, I've worked tirelessly to ensure she receives the best care which includes her raw food, a combination of beneficial herbs, and acupuncture treatments. I continue to do whatever I can to give her everything and have the best life. She is the sweetest and best dog ever - without question, Chelsea Ireland is my heart dog. Receiving this would be meaningful to me as being in college I do not have much but want to have my best friend with me for as long as possible.

I want to share my remarkable 14-year-old Border Terrier's story with you. Iris Faith became my service dog at 14 months of age, then earned her certification as a Search & Recovery K-9. She led a life of service before she became ill at Thanksgiving. She was admitted to Summit Hospital in Tacoma, Washington, in critical condition due to a gallbladder mucocele that went from immature to life-threatening in a month. Her liver was damaged, she suffered from pancreatitis, and her kidneys were a little unhappy. Due to her age (13.5), the critical care team was reluctant to operate. Iris fought hard to change hearts and minds. The next night a surgeon removed the gallbladder, but sepsis led to kidney failure. Iris kept fighting. A critical care specialist sent records and photos of a strong little dog to the BluePearl Renton, only vet hospital that performs dialysis in Washington. Iris was moved there shortly after. I continued to sleep in the hospital to stay close. The odds of survival were low, and several times her dialysis specialist had the hard talk with me about helping Iris cross the rainbow bridge if she didn't show improvement before the next dialysis. Each time Iris rallied to let us know she was not ready to leave the life she loves. Iris was released to a nearby hotel in critical but stable condition. We spent the holidays at the Hilton Inn, just a few minutes from the vet hospital. Iris still required 24-hour care. My sister in Illinois ensured I was awake for tube feedings, fluids, and medications needed every 1-2 hours. Iris had a new Facebook page, and my sister read me the kind words of strangers worldwide who cheered for Iris. Her story also began to save the lives of other dogs suffering from vomiting and elevated liver labs. It made us realize her story could make a real difference. On Christmas Day, we had a visit from one of my medical volunteers. In the course of a one-hour visit, everything changed. The next day it was evident to Iris's kidney specialist that we had a Christmas miracle. The team removed the dialysis catheter and then released Iris on January 2nd. She was too weak to walk into the house, and her neck muscles were not strong enough to hold her head over a bowl. The feeding tube was soon replaced with hand feeding, and several weeks later, Iris's photo was added to the wall of about a dozen dialysis survivors in Washington. We had moved from the survival stage to the recovery stage. I continued to add updates to her Facebook page. In addition to helping families save other cherished dogs, Iris's story inspired children and adults from every corner of the world to fight to survive and recover. We often hear, "If that little dog could do it, so can I." It was hard to believe a dog who took me on a 20-mile hike in the mountains shortly before she fell ill now struggled to get up and walk. Iris's physical therapist is a big Dr. Dobias fan, and she suggested I purchase FeelGood Omega to reduce inflammation and support kidney recovery. Iris has not needed pain medication since she started FeelGood Omega, so I am now a fan. This May we celebrated Iris's 14th birthday. We walked to the Dungeness Lighthouse on a sand spit reaching 5 miles into the Straits of Juan de Fuca. I could not believe she walked most of the way back on our 12-mile journey. Thank you, Dr. Dobias, for the gift of healing. Iris is now in low-stage two chronic kidney disease. The prognosis is for a good to excellent life with regular labs and careful monitoring. I recently started on FeelGood Omega H+. My 94-year-old dad, my sister, and Facebook friends following along on our Iris Faith Butler Facebook page, are also exploring the benefits of your calamari oil. If it helped Iris, it could help us.

Abbiemae is my 11 year old three-legged Coonhound I rescued from North Carolina. She lost her leg before she was nine months old. My love for her is ensuring her life thrives like never before. I use your supplements, the Fab 4, and others. My Abbiemae has improved greatly from learning from you and the Inside Scoop. My previous dog was my heart dog, and she died of cancer. I did not know any better. She was treated conventionally and died several months later. Her loss devastated me, and I promised to do better with my beautiful Abbiemae

Halo is a rescue from Quebec. She came to us with broken teeth, rocks in her stomach & the most naughty, mischievous, loving personality!! She has kept us on our toes for over ten years. Halo was diagnosed with osteosarcoma about 2.5 yrs ago (during the early phase of covid). Unfortunately, we couldn’t get in to see a specialist or consult with alternative doctors at that time, so she lost a front leg. However, she is an incredible testament to good spirit. Her love & confidence has carried both of us through the challenges. Halo is thriving with supplements & physiotherapy. She struggles some days with weakness in the remaining front limb, but she is a trooper and works hard to maintain mobility. She is my angel, and I am the luckiest person in the world

y Dog Pickles is a rescue dog from California. He was severely abused and found on the side of the road. His feet were all matted together, and his skin was covered with contagious fungus. Pickles' foster home did an excellent job caring for him and bringing him back to health. Since I adopted him, I always use your Skin Spray to maintain his healthy fur. Pickles is a Certified Therapy Dog and loves people. We are always together, and he especially loves the beach and trails. Thank you for the Skin Spray and GutSense we use all the time.

Jem is my purebred Maltese. She's the oldest of a litter of five. On Jem's adoption day, my son, mother, and I got lost on our way to the appointment, so we were late. By the time we arrived, another couple had already chosen Jem's sister, leaving Jem alone. I knew she was meant to be mine, and I fell in love with her on the spot. We named her Jem & the Holograms after an '80s cartoon that I used to love. The comic was about a rock band of girls who were colorful and full of glitter, just like Jem. Jem has the personality of a diva goddess and is the most precious and amazing being in my household. I chose a female dog because I never had a daughter, and I needed more female energy around me. Jem has undoubtedly saved my life. Five years ago, my younger brother passed away, and then we experienced a pandemic. As a result, my mental health was declining. But when we got Jem, she restored in me how beautiful unconditional love is. She gave me hope and taught me patience and love. She will be two years old next month, and I'm so blessed every day I get to be with her, wake up with her and take care of her. She is the light within my darkness and has helped me pull myself out of grief like nothing else. I'm very overprotective of her and her health, and that's why I put her on a raw diet and Fab4 since I got her. I've decided to keep her as natural as possible for as long as possible, and she's thriving! Jem loves to collect all her toys, slippers, and socks in the home and hoard them at our back door. She loves the outdoors and going for walks – she's extremely curious and protective. I feel incredibly blessed to have her beautiful soul gracing me daily with her presence. I love her so much and can't imagine my life without her

In 2016 after a bad experience with kibble we searched the web for better nutrition, and there was Dr. Dobias. Areena and Cashel Kilkenny our beautiful Border Collies are almost 9 and 7 years old now. Both are thriving because we have followed Dr. Dobias' homemade meals and supplements. We are so grateful and continue to spread the word to whoever will listen.

Selah, my 10-year-old Cream Standard Poodle, is a dream come true for this mobile groomer.! I wanted a Standard Poodle when I started cleaning cages at the local veterinary clinic in 1984. She inspired the name of my business (Inspiring Selah Mobile Spa), which has kept me busy since 2007. I have learned so much from this beautiful soul! How to be a more compassionate dog handler and all the poodle patterns. She has inspired a desire to find the best natural health solutions, from raw feeding to completing my first year of college in a three-year program to become a homeopath. Selah turns heads everywhere we go. She is outgoing and friendly and patiently poses with new friends when they ask if they can have a picture with her. She has opened the door to meeting so many new people and opportunities for me. Our favourite place to play is the beach on the California Central coast. I get to share a little knowledge about natural dog health when people see her vitality for life.I look forward to many more years with my beautiful girl living a healthy, natural life!

Dusty was found in the desert as a puppy and fought for his life amongst wild animals until he was rescued by Animal Control. Although it was very difficult to determine his breed because he was so sick and malnourished, it was discovered that Dusty was a long-haired Weimaraner. Weimaraner Rescue was contacted and transferred him from the shelter to a medical foster home for care. The rescue sent me his picture and asked if I was interested in him. Something about the look in his eyes said "adopt me", so that’s what I did. Dusty has been amazing in his training, rally obedience and agility. We also have so much fun together going on walks, hikes and visits to the harbor. I love him with all my heart and would do anything for him. His love knows no boundaries and it is obvious how much he loves me as well. After the loss of one of our previous pups, it feels like Dusty rescued us just as much as we did him.

Just after Schultz, our 5-year-old German Shepherd joined our family as a small puppy, we found out that Kaiserin, our other Shepherd, had cancer and needed her leg amputated. Kaiserin had surgery and radiation, and even though Schultz was just a little puppy, he would lie calmly next to her after treatments comforting her and keeping her company.Kaiserin lived two wonderful years on three legs and after she passed, Schultz was heartbroken and lost. Kaiserin was a trick dog champion and had learned to paint holding a brush in her mouth. Instead of focusing on grief and loss, we taught Schultz to paint as well! He now sells his artwork on Etsy to raise money for the Tripawds Foundation, an organization that helps amputee pets all over the world. He raised $2,200 last year and is still raising money today. Schultz is a big loveable goofball who always makes us laugh and he has helped our family through a very difficult time. He is always smiling, loves to cuddle and you can see he puts his whole heart and soul into his artwork, like he knows he is doing it for a greater purpose.

I got my baby, Reuben, at just the right time and when I needed him most! He came to me just after I was brave enough to leave an abusive and toxic marriage, and having his company has meant the world to me. He knows how to comfort me when I'm down and wanting to self-harm, and when I have anxiety attacks he comes to calm me every time. Reuben has been my miracle dog and I couldn't have asked for a better cuddle buddy. He is spunky, yet lovable and cuddly too. He adds so much joy to my life. I love you Reuben!

Koda is my 15 year-old Shiba Inu. She has been through so much with me! Vader is my almost 12 year-old black Lab that was just diagnosed with cancer. He has also been through so much and since I got Vader when I was 6 months pregnant, him and my son have grown up together. I also had the two dogs while going through a very abusive marriage and then a horrific custody battle which has been going on for the past 9 years. During Covid, we welcomed Tracer, our 2 year-old Shiba Inu for my son, although he’s secretly more my dog and my son belongs to him, lol. All three pups have been amazing and brought us such blessings. Koda is my all time favourite girl and the absolute love of my life. I know “that time” is coming fast for my old geriatric babies, but I am so incredibly blessed for every day I get to spend with them. They are my saving graces ❤️

Rachris Cinder Ella has been part of the family since 2016 when she arrived on a plane from Western Canada as a cute little puppy. Since then she has become a best friend to my other cocker, Kayla May, my agility partner extraordinaire. Cinder has competed in the Provincial and Canadian Agility Championships and is an Agility Champion in both CKC and AAC. When not competing in agility, Cinder loves to go camping in our trailer, hike, and chase tennis balls and squirrels. She also shares her home with Razzle the hound, Mouse the terrier cross and two cats. She’s one active little cocker who enjoys life to the fullest. She’s my constant companion and motivator and I love her with all my heart

Two years ago, just after Thanksgiving, a motorist found Boss collapsed at the side of the road and stopped to pick him up. It was easier then, as he weighed only 40 pounds. Now at his ideal weight, he's 63 pounds. He had a tow chain wrapped around his neck, and his canine teeth had been filed to nubs. But he still wagged his tail and was grateful for the ride - 90 miles through the desert to the closest shelter. That shelter often sent reservation dogs who need special care to our local shelter, where I went to see him. I took Boss to foster because I've had experience feeding starvation cases and he immediately began to thrive, loving my other dog, a long-haired Dachshund mix named Skipper. He even overcame his fear of slick floors to enjoy going places with us. Boss' vision wasn't great. He was estimated to be 9 years old and had incipient senior cataracts, but there was something else. Eventually we got him to an ophthalmologist who diagnosed him with Onchocerca lupi (eye worms) endemic to only a few places in the country, including where he was found. The treatment was fortunately a success and last July his eye exam showed improvement. His fly-bitten ears are also now soft and healthy, and although his eyesight and hearing are not his best senses, he has learned to love nose games. Boss loves being big brother to Skipper and my other little Alzheimer's orphan, Lily. As you can tell, he's a "foster failure" and now an integral member of our family. I feed all my dogs whole, fresh foods and they get SoulFood, GreenMin and FeelGood Omega. He's 11 now, and the two littles are 13, but they are beautiful, healthy and happy dogs. We're all contemporaries, as I am 76! Thank you for making such wonderful products!

Bailey is my beautiful, 15 1/2-year-old Maltipoo and the love of my life. Found abused and malnourished, I was told I could name him whatever I wanted because he didn't know his name. I adopted him on his exact one-year birthday. I know this because he was already microchipped. The shelter had exhausted all avenues. His previous parents did not want him back. He had been dumped like yesterday's trash becoming my greatest gift, pride, and joy. I prayed that Bailey would never see anything bad ever again, but, unfortunately, this was not the case. In 2010, Bay was brutally attacked by a big dog and he needed to have emergency surgery, resulting in 12 staples and hundreds of stitches. On our way to the ER, I was hysterical. Bay was dying and his first instinct was to lick my hand, to let me know he'd be okay. I was told that he had a 5% chance of making it. And he did! This little soul has by far been my greatest teacher. He has struggled his entire life because of the attack. He developed a torn salivary gland when he was five. By age six, he started limping, having neck spasms developed a lipoma on his neck and pelvic bone because they were misaligned during the attack. He was also diagnosed with PTSD related to large dogs. Despite my best efforts, Bay had to have the lipoma in his groin area removed because it had grown to the size of a tangerine and it was obstructing his walking. The surgery was a success and with proper nutrition, supplementation and unconditional love, Bay's salivary gland stopped growing and then began to retract such that surgery was canceled. He also stopped limping because of his supplements. I can't remember the last time he had a neck spasm. Bailey is not just my miracle baby but also my 'soul dog' and emotional support animal. He never left my side when I had cancer and mourned when the light of my life (his great-grandma) passed. There are no accidents in life. Bailey was born for me. He has taught me unconditional love, undying loyalty and true patience. I'm the luckiest girl on the planet

Our pup Akela comes from a long line of therapy dogs, cancer-detection dogs, show dogs, and service dogs. We didn't know what that meant until we got him - boy did he need a job!! Akela, as it turns out, was a little red-eyed devil who just couldn't settle down unless we were training! He was focused, driven, confident, and a huge handful. Now, three and a half years later, with the help of a wonderful trainer, Akela is super calm, athletic, spirited, happy and he absolutely ADORES every person he sees. He's not only a "leaner" but a serious "in-betweener" lol. He loves to stick his head between people's legs and stays there, even if it's a perfect stranger. People thank us all the time for his affections. He makes people's day. Without formal training, Akela has become my therapy dog. Whenever I get upset, or he thinks I'm upset, he sits in front of me with his big sparkly eyes and insists that I give him 100% of my attention and pet him until I calm down. When Akela was young, our trainer told us that he was a very difficult puppy to raise, but with time our bond would be amazing. She was right. Our life with Akela hasn't been easy, but what incredible journey isn't without its obstacles? I remember Dr. Dobias once asked a question: What would you want for your dog the most? For us, it's happiness over longevity. We will always try our best to give Akela the happiest years he can have, for however long that may be. When his time comes, there will be no regret, only love and an incredible amount of gratitude

How can I explain the comfort of my dog snuggling close to me on a dark night in the middle of a blizzard, or describe my laughter as he runs with his pals in an open field. He takes me into all the stores in town where he is known by name. He gets me out of bed for that early morning hike, and even though I am older, I am always happy to do it! Last winter we snowshoed each afternoon. I'm sure that without Arthur I would never go out as often as we do, rain or shine. He is athletic on hikes, very mellow in the house and really funny. He adores all dogs he meets and loves children. Before Arthur joined me I lost two senior rescue pups who were almost 15 years old within 3 months of each other. I have never experienced grief as I did that winter. Arthur arrived at the right time.. I don’t even want to imagine being without him. I am so thankful to have Arthur, he brings a quality of life and joy to me that money can't buy.

Every part of Kip is a nurturer and protector. She was one of those puppies that picked me, and despite being the smallest and seeming to blend in with her all black litter-mates, she stood out amongst them all. Her deep brown eyes were soulful from the start, and everyone who meets her comments on how soft and kind her eyes are. Kip is a 3 year old Labrador Retriever cross Rottweiler, and while she mostly is my adventure buddy for back packing and camping trips, her trainability and sensitivity have led her to become so much more. Living alone up in the mountains with just her and my cat, Milly, I always feel safe and secure. But it isn't just Kip's size and ominous alert bark that help me feel safe living as a single woman. I have epilepsy, and while I don't qualify for or need a service dog because my seizures are technically well controlled with medication, there is the worry that I could still have one and suffer a fall or injury living alone. So I taught Kip to stay with me and actually protect my head should I have a seizure. She is a natural at responding to the event and will crawl underneath my head and stay there. She also turns my lights off for me when I suffer from severe migraines and am unable to do so myself. Kip is such a gentle soul, and I am truly grateful to have her in my life. Even the cat enjoys having Kip around, and they play and cuddle together as if they are the same species. Every adventure is better with Kip in it.

We welcomed Raymond into our family two years ago. I saw his picture on a shelter website and I have no idea what drew me to him, but I just had to call. He was still available. No one had even come to visit him or inquire about him. I went to see him and took my kids along. Raymond did not provide the perfect first impression; he was a bit rough and very energetic, but I had to bring him home. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made. We are Raymond’s sixth family and he was only one and half years old when we adopted him. We have made a promise to him that he is now in his forever home. He's perfect for us and makes our family complete

An unusual looking dog was noticed on the streets of Egypt; her head and neck were triple the normal size, to the point that it was hanging low close to the ground as she slowly walked the streets. A rescue was notified, who searched high and low in desperate attempts to find her, capture her and give her much needed attention. She was easy to describe to the people living in her neighbourhood, but finding her was difficult as she seemed to wander the streets at night and hide during the day. The rescuers started searching at night and on the 10th night she was captured and taken to the vet. To commemorate this, they called her Layaly, which in Arabic means 'nights'. At the vet, it was discovered that someone had tied a plastic string around her neck, most likely when she was young, which got tighter and tighter and as she grew, it was cutting off circulation and causing a lot of damage. I like to think that a child who really loved her did it in an attempt to keep her. It brings me comfort thinking it was done out of love and not harm. Unfortunately, the Egyptian doctors were unable to repair the damage to her neck, thus they started searching for a rescue abroad in Canada or Europe that would take her on. After watching her short documentary over and over again, wondering how much the treatment might cost and if I could gather up enough support from the loyal followers of my small rescue, I decided that this dog would get the best of the best in my care, so I volunteered, and Layaly flew to Canada in July of 2019.She was accompanied by a filmmaker who had been documenting the Egyptian rescue’s work, including Layaly’s ‘happy ending’ in Canada. They hoped to create a full-length documentary that would bring awareness to the lives of millions of Baladi Street Dogs in Egypt. But Layaly’s ’happy ending' was not quite ready to happen. I found a caring and capable foster home close to where I lived, so I could visit Layaly daily and help with vet visits and anything she might need. Tragically, Layaly escaped from the foster home 3 days after she arrived in Canada. I can not even begin to describe the range of emotions I felt when Layaly went missing. I managed to put my big girl pants on and left no stone unturned in my attempts to find her. I was a guest on many local radio shows pleading for locals' support in finding Layaly. I was in newspapers, on social media and even the 6 o'clock news on TV. I cried, sobbed and screamed. Together with my husband and Soly (the documentary producer), we drove many long days and nights looking for her. Soon after my appearances, people started reporting sightings. Layaly was mostly seen walking on a shoulder of a busy highway, with cars zooming right by her at over 100 kms per hour. And again, she was mostly seen at night. So, together with a large number of complete strangers that have since become good friends, we started driving around at night. And there she was, right on the highway; walking, stopping, looking around, as if she wanted to find her way back to the shelter she came from. Not ideal, but the safest and kindest place in her life thus far. Seeing her like that just broke me in half and shattered my heart into a million pieces. They all watched tensely, many surely dreading the worst call of all: Layaly was hit by a car. We drove around for 10 nights, starting around 9 pm, going home between 3, 4 or 5 am, only to be awoken by people calling with sightings of my Layaly walking the highway again. So we would get up, I would post an update on social media, and off we went again to drive around. We saw her most days and nights, but Layaly was so scared, she didn't want to come near anyone as she didn't really know any of us. Her Egyptian rescue mom even offered to fly to Canada as she was the only human Layaly knew and trusted. Seeing Layaly, we could all see how much more infected her neck was getting and how much weight she was losing. The live trappers had finally set up a very large kennel-like trap operated by cameras and laser beams and on the tenth night, we drove up to change the 'bait' in the kennel and there she was: in the kennel, sitting and looking at us. The emotions we all felt were beyond description, and Layaly seemed to be happy and relieved as well. It took 4 surgeries to repair her damaged neck. The veterinarian later told me that there was a time he wasn't sure if she was going to make it, that's how infected it was.But she did make it. She took it all like the trooper that she is. In the midst of all the prodding and poking, all the surgeries, my Layaly didn't growl, show teeth or exhibit any signs of aggression. She took it all like the Champ. I love her so much. We never intended to adopt Layaly. The intention was that my rescue would bring her here, give her medical attention and find her a loving, forever home. Again, make plans and God laughs, right? After Layaly was captured needless to say she stayed in our home with my husband and I and our five other rescue dogs. Here, she met another Egyptian Baladi named Peaches, whom we brought from Egypt a few months earlier and decided to keep. The girls fell absolutely head over heels in love with one another as if they knew they both came from the same place. That bonded them more than any other two dogs I have ever seen. They became like two peas in a pod: playing and sleeping together. When you call one, they both come. How could we ever separate them and deny them the deep love that they felt for one another? So here we are, over 2 years later. We are all insanely in love with our Layaly. When she looks at me her entire face softens, her ears go back, she gets this sparkle in her eye and runs up to me, plops over and asks for belly rubs. My Layaly is my rock, and my inspiration. If someone, with a past such as hers, filled with so much struggle, pain, loneliness and uncertainty can still land on her four paws and be healthy, happy and completely content with life, there is hope for all of us no matter the circumstances or struggles we face presently. My Layaly reminds me that all things come to an end; the hardships, pain, suffering, and that the sun is always shining. She is loyal, protective and fierce, but also friendly. She is an amazing listener, the best play partner for Peachie and the sweetest Egyptian Girl for her momma. My Layaly - we all are head over heels in love with her. Is she a special dog? You bet!

‘Share with us how much your dog means to you’. As I sit here and ponder this question, my 15 year-old lab-mix Reagan (my Skai) is curled up beside me. I shed a tear as I reflect on our journey and time together, knowing that sometime soon, a piece of my soul will cross the rainbow bridge with him. My vet commented last week that he has rarely seen a dog so "in love" with his human. The feeling is mutual! Reagan has always looked directly into my eyes (soul) and tried to communicate with me. ‘What do you need from me’? ‘What do you want from me’? I try to do the same for him. He has really taught me that human and animal relationships are unique. My dad always said that animals don't have souls...it crushed me as a child and I told him that he was wrong. I reflect on all the hikes, walks, swims, camping trips, cuddles, talks, and even the mishaps that led to the vet. Reagan has always trusted me to care for him. His complete faith to walk beside me all the way through his life has taught me so much; love exists everywhere, each day is a new day, take nothing for granted, see and smell everything, trust your instincts, always eat the good stuff first, find your real friend and hold them close, no matter what is going on around you, find your ground and focus on that. Reagan is that ground for me and I for him. It is love, undisputed.

My 10 year old beagle Lucy is an inspiration to everyone who meets her. My daughter and I spent our COVID lockdown rescuing this beautiful little girl. In May, we donned our masks and drove from Nashville to South Carolina to pick her up. The first 10 years of her life were hell. She spent three years in animal testing labs, then she went to live with a family who abused her. She was found on a road by someone who kindly delivered her to the nearest shelter, then adopted by another family who did not treat her well, and finally, she was found in a dumpster. We were told the last family no longer wanted her because she was too old. Upon getting Lucy safely back home with us we discovered she suffered from a multitude of serious problems and we were worried she would not be with us for long. When we were told by the shelter she took 4 hours to eat a meal, I knew something was gravely wrong. The next day she was at my vet's having all her rotten teeth removed and being treated for several abscesses including one in her nasal cavity. Upon recovery, I offered her a raw diet of minced chicken and vegetables which she gobbled up immediately, and I slowly introduced her to Dr Dobias's supplements. After three weeks she was already starting to look so much better - a lovely shiny coat was growing in (when we picked her up she hardly had a coat) and she was skipping around when it was meal time. (It now takes her 5 minutes to eagerly eat her meal - much more like a beagle!) But she was not completely healed yet. A horrible smell coming from her ears was confirmed to be a yeast infection and we discovered our little girl was deaf, possibly as a result of untreated ear infections or from lab testing. Two weeks later her ear infections were healed, but her hearing was sadly not restored. On to the final stage of healing - the removal of three nasty lumps on her body including one on her front leg at the joint which was causing her pain when she walked. Lucy is now fully recovered, healthy and happy. Our girl skips around, loves her new beagle brother (my other dog who we have had from a puppy, who seems to know what Lucy has been through) and she is loved immeasurably. Over the weeks we have watched this sweet dog slowly regain trust and her true personality has emerged. She is hilarious with her blankets, is a genuine threat to all squirrels who dare to cross her path and she has brought more joy to our lives than we could have possibly imagined. We vow to make the next 10 years of Lucy’s life full of fun, health and love.

I was on my way to visit a friend and share a candy bar with her, but when I arrived, I noticed a German Shepherd mix lying on the ground near her home. Several neighbors had gathered around the dog and I ran over to see what was wrong. It was obvious that he was overheated and very distressed. We began putting water and cold, wet towels on him. After awhile he got up and started to walk away. I ran after him and could see he was hungry as he was eating out of the food dish that was left out for my neighbors dog. He continued to walk away but I stayed with him until I was able to lead him to my house. My husband and I took him into the safety of our home. I went door to door for several blocks looking for his owner. I found out that neighbors on the next street over had been taking turns feeding him for the past few weeks. I called all the vet clinics in our area and some farther away. No one claimed this sweet dog or had reported him missing. A lady who worked as a volunteer at one of the shelters I had contacted said she wanted to adopt him. I told her that I would have to get to know her better to be sure she would be the right owner for this lovely boy. When she told me that she was gone from early morning until late evening every day, I did not feel very comfortable with her taking him. She became upset with me when I told her that I wanted her to meet the dog and see if they bonded. I knew that if she was not willing to set up this meeting that I did not want her to have him. We ended up keeping this precious, sweet boy and named him Rupert. He had a hurt knee when he first came to us so we put our mattress on the floor so he could sleep in bed with us. My husband also built wooden steps so he could get on the sofa without hurting his leg. Rupert is one of the sweetest dogs I've ever known. He has been our boy for six years now! We love him so so much and would do anything for him. I get so sad thinking what could have happened to him and how he ended up without his family, how frightened he must have been to be outside night and day all by himself. Rupert makes our lives so happy! We are blessed to have him. I never knew meeting a friend to share a 'candy bar' could bring us so much love...it gave us Rupert!

My little Yorkie, Lola, succumbed to hepatic encephalopathy in 2016. When my husband suggested we get another Yorkie, I told him I couldn’t go through another heartbreak. I just wasn’t ready, I missed her so much. Six months later, I saw a post about a four year-old Yorkie that was being fostered nearby and needed a home. I hesitated, but thought I’d just go see her. When I arrived at the foster home she immediately ran to me - it was like she was saying “please take me home!” When our eyes met, I immediately knew that I needed her and she needed me too. The foster family gave me a bag of her food which was canned Alpo! Right then and there, I knew this Yorkie was not a healthy girl and I needed to save her. My Lola was raw fed, but I had only learned that kibble and over-vaccinating was not good for her when it was too late and she had already developed health issues. So I picked up my new Yorkie and headed home. Later, I found out from the vet that had been previously treating my new girl, that she’d been kept outside, tried to dig her way out through a metal fence during a storm and had torn half her stomach open. The vet records also showed that she had burned the side of her tongue chewing on a lamp cord. While my girl had not been well taken care of, she was now in my hands and in my heart for good. I have now had Aspen for three and a half years. She is thriving on a strictly raw diet and has beautiful hair again, is healthy and most of all, very happy. I feel like my Lola, who will always be in my heart, sent her to me. I am forever grateful to now have my Aspen to love. She is the sweetest, most affectionate girl who is by my side, exactly as Lola always was. My heart is full again.

I had no idea what I was getting into when I adopted my first dog Loretta in 2018. I saw her picture on a local rescue website. She had been found at a garbage dump in the dead of winter in Manitoba with three puppies. One had frozen to death beside her, but she had managed to keep two alive. Loretta had a rough start in life. She had worms, the fur above her tail was completely gone and bitten out due to an anal gland issue, and she was underweight. An all around mess. Despite this, I felt an immense connection to this dog. I was told how difficult this journey would be, considering she was my first dog. Before this, I’d only ever had cats. I knew better though! I knew Loretta and I were destined to be together. I’m not going to lie, when I got Loretta home, I quickly realized I was struggling. Besides the fact she had frequent diarrhea, there was an episode where I couldn’t get her collar on to take her out for a walk. She was squirming and mouthing. I was out of my element and I was defeated. It sounds silly, but this one episode broke me. I burst into tears. I was worried I had to send her back to the rescue due to my lack of experience. After my breakdown, I persevered. The same immense connection I had felt in the beginning returned and Loretta and I continued our journey. I really felt that Loretta and I were on the final steps of healing, however, her diarrhea continued long after her parasitic infection was gone. Her vet put her on a prescribed fibre response kibble plus two pills a day to firm her bowel movements up. This worked! Or so I thought. I decided I’d try to wean her off the pills slowly, and I did manage to get her down to half a pill a day, but once the pills stopped completely, the diarrhea would return. This is when I decided to research the ingredients in Loretta’s food. This was also the moment I decided I would never feed Loretta kibble again. I researched home-cooked meals and I talked to various people and did a LOT of reading. I found recipes and learned about pet nutrition. I’ve never read so much about vitamins, minerals, muscle meats, and organs in my entire life! I gradually transitioned Loretta onto home-cooked meals. Her poops became better, but were still runny and soft. This is when I finally discovered the Fab4! I was first introduced to GreenMin by a holistic vet therapist. She encouraged me not to give up on the home-cooked meals and to research “Dr. Dobias”. It honestly changed our lives. Loretta’s poops are now firm, never runny or soft, and the perfect colour. The difference I have seen in my girl is undeniable. She has more energy, a glossy coat and a smile. As with all success stories, I knew Loretta had to leave her old life behind for good. I changed her name to LOLA and we have never looked back! THANK YOU DR. DOBIAS!

Ben arrived unexpectedly in our home on Labour Day 2018. My husband Jerry passed away 4 months earlier, after a 17-month battle with cancer, a battle we knew from the beginning he would not win. During the months after his passing I knew I was depressed and could feel myself getting lost as I began learning to go from “we” to “me”.I started looking at dogs thinking maybe it was time for another one in our home, yet not really sure if it was the right time. I came across a picture of Ben, a black lab mix who was 5 or 6 years old. Two ladies were trying to find a home for Ben because his present owner was trying to get rid of him for free on Kijiji. I don't know what kept bringing me back to his picture. Maybe it was the way he was sitting so nicely, not knowing, but trusting in the human that was planning to give him away. I decided to contact the ladies that were trying to help Ben and in our conversation they told me that Ben's original owner had moved out. Her car was full and so, she left Ben behind. Her ex-boyfriend wanted nothing to do with Ben, and was planning to take him to the vet to be put down if he could not find a home for him. Ben’s rescuers made a decision to pick him up on Labour Day even though they had no idea where he was going to go. When they arrived, he had already been alone for 3 days with just a neighbour coming in to let him out and feed him. He had run out of food a day and a half ago. We planned a meet and greet, and although I was not sure about whether it was even a good time to be taking on another dog, we met. After a three-hour visit, I decided I would act as a temporary foster for 3 days to give the ladies more time to find Ben a home. By the third day, I touched base to let them know that there was no rush - I would be happy to foster Ben for a while longer. After Ben arrived in our home I found myself coming back from the deep and emotional ocean I felt I was losing myself in after my husband had passed away. By day 10, I let the ladies know that Ben had found his FUREVER FOREVER HOME with me. Ben had become a FOSTER FAIL. I am not really sure who saved who, but we crossed paths at a time when we both needed each other.

I volunteered at my local animal shelter for 5 years until a hoarding situation caused the director to put down over 35 dogs in one day. I was devastated. I worked with and loved those dogs and felt I didn’t even get a chance to help some of them. I cried for a month! I decided that I needed a change and started to volunteer at another shelter where my friend was the adoption manager. I asked her if there were any dogs about to get put down that I could foster. She said she did have one that kept coming back and this was ‘it’ for him, this was his 4th and final time. One of the volunteers was just coming back from a walk with him. I turned around and I saw this little grey Scottie mix trotting back into his cage, all cocky and proud! I loved his confidence and couldn’t imagine why this cute little dog kept getting returned to the shelter. I mostly worked with Bully breeds so figured I could definitely handle a Scottie mix. I took him home. Pedro was 2 1/2 when I got him. His stomach was bright red and his skin was inflamed. The first thing I did was change his diet from kibble to home cooked food. It was a long process of trial, elimination and error. He is a terrier and I know they can be prone to skin issues, but we finally got it under control. Getting Pedro's behaviour under control was another thing, and it just about broke me. He was extremely reactive to anything that moved and he bit me multiple times! I’ve worked with and trained many dogs, and never have I had one I couldn’t get through to! When we started agility classes I knew this smart and energetic boy was destined for greatness. I also tried to teach Pedro how to surf, and we biked and we hiked. It took 5 years, many training manuals and videos, and finally a professional trainer to get him the help he needed. He was the toughest dog I had ever come across, but I was determined and did not give up on him! Pedro is now 15! I just went to a new holistic vet and she thought he was around 7. I have him on homemade food along with Dr. Dobias’ SoulFood and GreenMin supplements and he still acts like a puppy! We walk for miles and he runs around the house like a maniac, but I can finally say that he has calmed down. I honestly have never met a dog like him. I thought he was going to break me at times, but we have both learned to trust and love each other and Pedro is the best thing that has ever happened to me!

She was a ball of black and white fluff, dirty and matted, hiding in a blue blanket. That was my first look at Dolly back in June of 2019. She was one of 34 dogs rescued from a hoarding situation the previous month. I saw the notice a local rescue called WAG put out looking for dedicated volunteers to please come help with these frightened, unsocialized dogs. I was still grieving the passing of my Aussie dog Piper, my best friend for 17 years, and I thought if I could give some of the love in my heart to these needy dogs, maybe, just maybe, I could heal a dog, and in the process, heal my heart. I chose to work with Dolly, one of the least socialized dogs who lived the first 8 months of her life in a dark enclosed shed. Her only companions were her mother, sister and another young female. The rescue team thinks that Dolly’s mom chewed a hole in the wall, and brought back mouthfuls of food for her pack. Water was only available via seeping rain water. I worked with Dolly several days a week for the next four months, and soon after Dolly joined our household as our first ever foster dog. I realized as I was driving her home that first day that I had a dog that had never been hugged, had minimal trust in humans and I wasn’t even sure she was house trained. What I did know was that she was gentle, had the sweetest brown eyes, and probably knew me better than any other human. I had to give this girl a chance. On Monday, February 10th, Dolly formally became a member of our family. What can I tell you, I love this dog. I love her with my whole heart. Dolly is absolutely the best dog! After only four months Dolly sleeps through the night, walks beautifully on her leash, plays with the kitties, and I get the pleasure of watching her confidence grow daily. I wake every morning with a 24-pound Border Collie/Aussie gently rubbing her face all over mine. It is as if she can’t wait for the next adventure. Dolly is also a great trail and beach dog. She spends much of her time walking off-leash beside me, and when the scent of something wonderful requires a romp, she returns to my side when called. Dog healed. Human healed. Joy!

I met my dog Alpine, while volunteering as a dog walker at our county shelter back in the summer of 2015. Alpine had been adopted and returned three times that summer, each time for attempting to run away or failing to bond with the new family. In the shelter, Alpine was always well mannered, easy to walk on a leash and completely non-reactive to the other dogs, except he cried non stop. By the end of the summer, it was clear, he was unlikely to survive and would be scheduled for euthanasia. I took him home. Despite being sweet and gentle, Alpine didn’t not bond with me or my family either, always looking for an opportunity to bolt and escaped twice by pushing out the window screen. He was much more complicated than any other special needs dog I had ever encountered and I assumed he had separation anxiety. There were many times I was ready to give up but one day, I had an epiphany. After doing some research, I realized that Alpine didn’t have separation anxiety, his behaviour was more like post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). That day I looked at Alpine and said “ It’s ok. Be you. You are enough.” It was as if he understood my words and intentions, suddenly he shifted. Our relationship was far from perfect, but he started to trust me and we became a team! I declined a vet’s suggestion to put him on Prozac and dove head first into researching nutrition, supplements and other holistic methods instead. Thanks to Alpine, I have learned so much about pet health and now all my pets benefit from what I know. Everyday, I tell Alpine how grateful I am and that he is the bravest boy I know. He is my hero.

My Maddee is 15 years old. She’s a chihuahua/manchester terrier mix. When she has about one year old she was given to me by a friend who could not keep her. She was newly adopted from a rescue of over 50 dogs (animal hoarding). Maddee was emaciated and had such bad heart worm that she was dying. Rather than treat her the hoarders simply placed her on an ant pile so that when she died the ants would eat her carcass. She was rescued from the ant pile and put on the news. Eventually, she found her way to me two months later. She was scared and she was shy. I waited months for her to come around and she finally did. She has a full and loving life now. She’s taught me what love really is. To have this completely trusting animal depend on me and look to me for comfort, care, play and love totally changed who I am as a person. I never knew how to really love unselfishly until my Maddee. She is turning 16 in April and because of raw food, supplements and good probiotics (GutSense!) She seems much younger than her years and is in excellent health.

I met my dog “Monkey” at the Maui Humane Society shelter. He was admitted together with five other dogs who were rescued from a house fire. The owners simply could not look after them after losing their home and he was obviously traumatized by losing his home and his family. The first time I saw Monkey was in the “adoption kennel” where I volunteered as a dog walker. Every kennel had a sign to mark if a dog was walked or not. When I first saw Monkey, he was so cute, sitting in the kennel and I remember being disappointed that someone had already walked him. I went on walking other dogs, but when I returned, I went to say hi, and he licked my face all over. Originally, I thought I would adopt a chocolate lab but when I saw Monkey that was it. Yes, it is true that he peed on the dining table leg when we got home, but since then, he has been an absolute angel! In fact, he is the gentlest and best behaved dog I have ever known. It feels like he is a part of me, It feels like I have known Monkey all my life. As you can see from the picture, he also loves his “dad.”