The Best Cure

Having an ear infection is not fun, but having a puppy is the best cure thinks Olivia.
(No it is not our puppy and we are not keeping Lilly, even if Olivia is begging the whole time)

Two Adorable Dogs

Rosa lives on the street, and is always alone. She is very sensitive but so sweet. Adorable to my children and other people. We put FrontlineTM on her and we noticed she is already sterilized. Would you like to have a girl whom never will let go of your side?

Fox is a young male, locked in an empty lot with nothing to hide under or away from mean children throwing rocks. With a big goofy heart he is constantly trying to reach you with his front paw. (like a chimpanzee)

These two are my favorites. If we didn't have 9 dogs in our house, and 3 distance-adopted dogs I would bring them home, in a heartbeat. They are so much Amore.....

Another Sad Day

Today Dr. Inga and I had to drive out to the "terrible shelter".

On the farm before the shelter the employees were having their coffee break, while one of the buffalo's where laying very sick, dying.


AWL had bought 40 kg dog food to the shelter terrible because they were not feeding the dogs.

Pictures were taken, for what we hope a family that wants to adopt her.

It was terrible again, urine in their water bucket. I cried!

1,5 m cages, 6-8 big poop piles and the smell was horrible. This was even worse than before. The dogs were going crazy, they recognised us and wanted our attention "Take us out from here!"

I cried!

Smelly dirty, I thought I had seen it all. And still the dogs are loving and begging for their Amore freedom.

Terrible Shelter Update

A lot has been happening about the "Terrible Shelter", and we've now been informed that it will close completely on February 13th. On this date, any remaining dogs will be seized by the authorities, and taken to one of the "official" shelters... the ones that are canine warehouses.

So, there is only about 2 weeks to adopt away as many of these wonderful, worthy, helpless souls. You can see the current listing of dogs, with pictures and descriptions at this link.

These amore souls did nothing to deserve being in this shelter, and their continued love of and for humans demand that we find them homes.

A Moment in the Car

This morning I drove my daughter to her doctor, together with little brother Max. It takes 20 minutes to drive to the US base and in these 20 minutes I had cried twice, begged to God three times-- but repeating several times-- and prayed eleven times to Universe.

Eleven (11) big dogs laying dead on the motor way, killed by cars.

One beautiful German Shepard ran along the motor way. I cried!


I couldn't stop with my two children in the car, to jeopardize their safety. On the highway they drive like crazy, sometimes there are three cars passing each other.

Second, I don't have a safety net between the back and the dog area in my car, if the dog would jump in the car, or become dangerous to my children.


On the same high way I nearly hit a big dog myself! He was running in panic in the middle of the median that divides the four lane. He couldn't get over to the right side since many cars were driving by, fast. In the middle of the four-lane highway, there were these high "safety" bumpers.


I asked myself, "What's happening?" And the answer, "This is reality"


On top of everything, my little Angel is having an ear infection. What a painful drive!

Abandoned Dog

Today I am angry, very angry and I am not supposed to complain, but I will. Call it a late puberty!

It came to my knowledge that an American (promised to not be more specific) let his dog out before going to the States for a month, the same dog he claims to love. He was moving his family back "home", and at the last minute, he claims, they couldn't take the dog (even though he claims to have made every provision to do so.)

Now he is back from the States, without his family, and says he regrets doing it and wants his dog back.

How many fliers have he made and posted? Zero.

Out searching? Don't know, haven't seen or heard anything.

He got the question why not call us in the emergency? Didn't have our phone number. Why not call someone who did? Didn't want to bother!

For the dogs sake help me find this beautiful dog. For more information read http://www.animalswithoutlimits.blogspot.com/

Like Lupo and Mario's family, there is ALWAYS another option. Pets are a life-time commitment, don't make it if you won't follow through.

Honest Open Mind Writing

I read Liza's comment on yesterdays blog, also I have got over thirty e mails were people asked me to get back on the "honest and open writing again. "

You are my readers and to be honest, lately I lost a lot of readers, I became to "organization minded" and to be even more honest again, I didn't feel like it was me either.

I listen to some people's advice, (and I love my advicer's so nothing wrong about them,) to be more a "foundation writer" and not to show my own feelings and my own disappointments. They were right in one way.

On the animals without limits blog it should be more strict, informative, but here on my blog, it is about me and my adventures.

My three books I wrote in a very open way, and many readers love(d) that....so never confuse me with AWL blog, this blog is Amore me!

Roberto on His own Mission

Yesterday...was it yesterday?...gosh my days are going in warp-speed here. I don't want it to speed up, I want to enjoy everything I do slowly, go through it in my mind and feel it again.

But anyway, our "rehab dog with the bad leg Roberto" ran away early in the morning. The Vet told us that what we thought was a broken leg, was "just" torn ligaments. He needed to take it easy for a long time, and it should heal. They wouldn't operate because he was a smaller dog. (?).

We couldn't take him back to the madhouse "terrible shelter", what chance to rest would he have there. So we took him out of the vet clinic, to bring him home for awhile.

We drove him to Alberto and Vivian's pet store and had him washed. Afterwards we introduced him to our pack. It went fantastic, everybody was nice and polite no growling, nothing. So, yesterday morning all the dogs went out on a pee pee round, suddenly my phone rings.

Roberto is on his way out between the bars in the gate!

How the heck?? Now mind you, Roberto is smaller than most of our pack, but still twice the size of Dexter. Yet Dexter has never tried to go out through the gaps in the bars on the gates like this. Especially with a bad leg, his getting away was about the furthest thing on our minds.

Holly Molly we got a break out dog! At the same time our landlord is driving out through the main gate. Roberto was flat gone.

I ran around screaming "ROBERTO, ROBERTO"

The windows opened everywhere and voices shouted; "Cosa e successo?" (What is happening?)

I yelled back; "un cane, un cane" (en hund, en hund!)

I heard how all the windows closed. It was a dog, ROBERTO IS A DOG!?? Crazy woman yelling for a dog!!

With a big smile on my lips that quickly changed into a worried smile me and my husband (who called into work saying he wouldn't come in until Roberto was found) went looking for Roberto. My husband drove around for hours. Then later, we both took other dogs for long walks, hoping the dogs would attract each other. We made fliers. We talked to people. Later, very late at night in pouring rain, my husband drove again all around. Increasingly, we were looking for a dog hit on the road more than our little Roberto generally healthy. Nothing. He was totally gone.

Late in the evening, our veterinarian calls and tells me that the blood test came back and Roberto was positive for the leischamenaias. My heart stood still.

No, this couldn't be true, and now he was gone, my imagination took me to higher scary places. We had to find him quickly, because death by leischamanaias was not pleasant. We had to find him to take care of him appropriately.

This morning I told my husband to go out early since I knew the strays starts their day early after a cold night. Many will roam around before the humans wake up to find their food for the day.

He retraced much of the driving routes he took the day before. Up and down the main street. Around the lake. Through several nearby towns. Up the highway, past the construction. He was gone about 1 1/2 hours.

He was on his way home, empty handed and broken hearted, when he saw our little guy nearly in front of our parco, crossing the 4-lane road. He quickly pulled over, and took Roberto in his arms, and walked him back to our home.

Looking out through the window, I saw my husband struggling to open the gate with his keys, with an armful of brown wiggling dog. My heart jumped with joy, it was a wonderful feeling. Now we have to escape-proof the whole yard....Roberto's instinct to survive was bigger than staying and take a chance that our home could be a bad place. But maybe the recent memory of a full belly of food was bringing him back when Todd saw him?

The horrible shelter where Roberto is from is closing down February 13th. You can adopt a dog, foster a dog or distance adopt one if you can't keep them yourself --- you can pay to keep one in a good environment and healthy. There are so many ways to help --- it just takes a little amore.

Happy Dogs! Happy Owners?

Saving a Dog

Saving one dog will not change the world, but surely, for that one dog, the world will change forever."
~~Unknown

A great Amore dog friend, the former NFOA President Genni, sent me this quote. I really needed this one right now. Thank you.