AMERICAN BRITTANY RESCUE NEWSLETTER - MARCH 2021 |
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BRITTANYS, THE MULTI-PURPOSE DOG
by Linda Joyce
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A Brittany is considered a Sporting dog, known for athletic ability. These medium-size dogs can run for extended periods. Their coats are less profuse than other spaniels. They are usually tailless. Brittanys are alert and eager. The breed ranks 26th in popularity per a recent AKC report. In the Excellent-Working-Dogs category, the Brittany ranks 13th. They understand new commands with 5-15 repetitions, and 85% obey the first command. With proper stimulation and exercise, Brittanys make topnotch home companions.
But then, you already knew this about your favorite breed.
The history of the Brittany highlights their versatility. The “truth” consists of several theories. It’s believed, based on illustrations from the 1600s, that a Brittany was created in France from a spaniel-English setter mix. These dogs were obedient, excellent hunters with strong noses, and popular with French gentry, but also with poachers—perfect for secret forays into off-limits land. In the mid-1800s, dogs appeared which we consider the modern Brittany.
“Brittanys have gone from being a curiosity a half-century ago to the leader among AKC pointing breed registrations…” ~ Joel Vance, Gun Dog magazine, 2015.
Today, Brittanys are the most popular of all pointing breeds at field trials. My husband and I use training for field trial events as a way to condition and improve hunting skills in the off-season. We have an American Brittany rescue, Jake. Though he is of unknown parentage, he has a UKC PL (Performance Listing) number, which allows him to compete in UKC field trials. And we have a two-year-old French Brittany, Max.
Other competitions where Brittanys can compete:
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Agility — Directing your dog through a pre-set obstacle course.
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Dock Jumping — Tossing a toy into a pool while your dog waits. On command, he runs the dock and jumps into the water. You hope for the longest jump.
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Nosework — Sniffing. A dog has to locate a hidden cotton swab scented with essential oil.
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Obedience and Rally Obedience — Unlike traditional Obedience, Rally handlers have unlimited communication, praise, and encouragement with their dog without penalty. Performance is judged on the execution of each exercise and should convey fun, enthusiasm, and the ability of the dog and handler to work as a team.
In my research about other Brittany capabilities I learned “nose work” and “competition nosework” are two different activities. Competition nosework is a game for a dog who loves to use their sense of smell, whereas nose work is for serious endeavors, such as bomb detection, and is usually left to German Shepherds, Belgian Malinoises, and Labrador Retrievers.
I spoke to Grayson Guyer of Lost Highway Kennels in North Carolina, a longtime dog trainer whose military service included serious nose work dog training. Now he professionally trains bird dogs, guides hunts, and is a UKC Field Trial Judge. He explained that some dogs are “play-reward” driven, like shepherds who love to play ball. Labs are “food reward” dogs. This breed does well with serious nose work. “The Brittany,” he said, “lacks engagement with handlers in the same way. Serious nose work is an inhomogeneous trait for them.” In other words, Brittanys are not best suited for serious nose work.
High-energy Brittanys may also not make the best service dogs — dogs trained to help people with disabilities. Given a Brittany’s natural prey-drive, to try to force-train that characteristic out of them to meet the requirements of a service dog may be a feat against nature.
Though there is question, I believe a Brittany can make a good therapy dog. Especially older Brittanys who provide affection, comfort, and love to people in hospitals, retirement homes, schools, hospices, etc. There are social media groups related to Brittanys and many owners post about their dogs and therapy work.
I’ve read Brittanys do not make good boat dogs. I spoke to Captain Kevin Grant, a longtime hunter and fisherman and the owner of Pawleys Island Guide Service. “Exposure and training are the keys to you and your Brittany enjoying a boat on the water.” Captain Kevin’s owned Brittanys for seven years and has been a breeder for the last five. He leads guided hunts in the Southeast and in the North with his Brittanys. During the fishing season, his dogs accompany him on charters — after all, Brittanys do love water.
I checked into Brittanys as Search and Rescue dogs. Their skills are not suited for tracking. Also, they don’t have the body structure for cart pulling or drafting dog competitions.
Like you, we are Brittany lovers. We hunt. We enjoy training and field trials. It’s about the community and the experience, not about ribbons. At home, our boys are engaging, sometimes comical, like to play fetch, tell us when it’s dinnertime, and at night, they curl up beside us when we watch TV or read. Brittanys are truly multi-purpose dogs. Don’t you agree?
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A TRIBUTE TO ANNIE
by Mary Schuler
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In March 2009 I received an email request to foster a three-year-old tri-color Brittany named Annie. My Cammie had been used by a backyard breeder her whole life and needed a friend, someone to show her “how to be a dog." I had been on the lookout for a foster-to-adopt, but was not really interested in one that young! Despite my reservations, I agreed to take her in. Oh my, she was a ball of fire from the moment I met her. I’ve had other Brittanys in the past but have never seen a faster dog – she was like a blur when she ran (which was most of the time) and only stopped moving to sleep. She was a handful, sweet but defiant, and thought that she was in charge. She would be a total brat one minute and the next she’d be sitting beside me hugging my arm with her paws. Cammie enjoyed having a companion and became attached to her almost immediately, and so Annie was here to stay. Once she realized that she was safe and loved, but not in charge, she became the best dog ever.
She was loving and obedient and very intuitive. For about a month, when my brother would come to visit, she would jump up on his lap, sniff and lick the left side of his chest. We joked that he probably spilled something on his sweatshirt. However, a short time later he was taken to the ER and it was discovered that he needed heart by-pass surgery. After the surgery Annie never got on his lap or sniffed at his chest again. From then on, we all became a little paranoid when she would sniff us! In all seriousness, though, she had a sixth sense about who was hurting, where they hurt and who needed comforting. She was a natural therapy dog.
Annie became a good friend to Cammie and taught her how to play, chew bones, chase squirrels and just be happy. Cammie, in turn, taught Annie how to be a good ABR ambassador. At the time, Cammie was the face of ABR at our events. As the years passed, Cammie became unable to continue on as the mascot so Annie took over and made the most of it. She would walk up to people (wearing her “donation dog” vest), look up that them with her beautiful hazel eyes, and people would melt – she got a lot of donations! With no events over the past year, her job became office assistant and personal trainer. She kept me company while I worked and insisted that I take multiple walk-breaks every day. I was very blessed to be able to spend so much time with her.
Recently we discovered that she had tumors in her spleen. She fought hard, but the tumors grew fast and caused her difficulty breathing; it was time to let this precious soul go. As I kissed her goodbye, I told her that she would be able again to run like the wind and finally catch those pesky squirrels that eluded her here on earth. I’ve had many dogs during my lifetime and loved them all, but Annie was my heart dog. I have been told by family, friends, neighbors, and even her vets that they all miss her. Annie truly was a special dog.
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VOLUNTEER OF THE MONTH:
Terrie Johnson
by Debra White
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Terrie Johnson is Vice President of American Brittany Rescue. Terrie works closely with the President to assist with whatever tasks are necessary. Her unique task is processing grant applications for ABR dogs that have been adopted and need financial assistance for expensive medical treatment. Terrie began her involvement with ABR by fostering, which she has continued throughout her tenure with ABR. She started helping with transports, ultimately taking over as California/Nevada Transport Coordinator in 2011. Three years ago she was approached to join the Board.
Terrie’s first Brittany, Lilly, joined their household in 2002. Terrie’s husband really wanted a Pointer but Terrie wanted a smaller dog so they settled on a Brittany. Terrie worked with Lilly on hunt training and was very proud of Lilly’s accomplishments in the field. In 2009, Crosby became their first ABR foster. Lilly absolutely loved him, and he became Terrie’s first “foster failure.” Crosby was followed quickly by two additional ABR puppies, Mallory in 2010 and Marco in 2011. Marco was Terrie’s second foster failure.
The current ABR pack of Crosby, Mallory, and Marco live with Terrie in Santa Rosa, California. When Terrie’s husband was alive the dogs went camping, boating, and to the beach. Since his passing, the dogs go hiking, to the beach, and on walks in their neighborhood with Terrie. Nearby are great hiking trails for Mallory and Marco. Crosby is getting older so he is satisfied with walks and car rides. Crosby is an escape artist and over the years has taken himself on adventures. The last and most memorable one was three years ago at the ABR Annual Picnic in San Luis Obispo, California. After the picnic, Terrie took Crosby and Mallory out on the beach for a nice evening walk before “happy hour” with other ABR Volunteers and Adopters. Crosby decided he needed to do a little more exploring than Terrie was willing to do so he took off – running up the Cayucos beach, then up the river and into a canyon on the other side of Highway 1! He was gone for almost two hours before a good Samaritan called Terrie to pick him up.
Crosby, however, is a great Home Visit Ambassador. He will sniff out any breaches in fencing and make the potential adopter fall more in love with the Brittany breed with his gentle demeanor and sweet disposition. Mallory is Terrie’s hiking and travel companion, as she loves to go on adventures. Together they have been all over the State of California and to Utah, Idaho, and Colorado. Marco prefers staying closer to home. He doesn’t like to be in the car, but he does enjoy the Brittany Club’s Fun Days at Hastings Island Hunting Preserve where he can go out in the field and be a bird dog.
Being a part of ABR has brought so much joy to Terrie’s life. She has met the most wonderful people, some of whom are now her closest friends. The adopters and volunteers, along with the dogs, bring a comfort and contentment that she believes she would never have had without becoming involved with the organization. Even with the headaches associated with fostering a bunch of wild and crazy Brittanys, she would not change anything. She believes there is much joy in watching a pup she has cared for, and grown to love, move to their new forever home. Terrie wouldn’t change that for the world.
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SUCCESS STORY: CASEY & JACKSON
Submitted by Maureen Callahan
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In January 2014 we lost our fifteen-year-old mixed breed dog which left our seven-year-old Brittany, Chesney, alone. He needed a friend. We started doing meet and greets with a few rescues, none of which seemed to interest him. He did not engage with any of them. We then searched for a rescue Brittany, our introduction to ABR.
We completed our application and spoke to our state coordinator Wendy Boyce about our desire to adopt an adult who would be a good mate for Chesney. She put me in touch with Robin Flood, foster mom extraordinaire! She was fostering two puppies that were biological brothers, Casey and Jackson. They had just found out Jackson had a genetic heart defect which would, ultimately, shorten his life expectancy. We agreed to bring Chesney to meet the brothers.
I wasn’t sure if Chesney would be interested in five-month-old pups, but right away Jackson began following him all over the yard and Chesney let him! And Casey was all love and kisses for us...so now what??
Jim said we needed to take them both! Jackson would have more trouble finding a home because of his heart defect and the three of them got on so well. Robin agreed, and we adopted two five-month-old pups instead of one adult as we had set out to do.
Unfortunately, Jackson passed at age four, just days after Christmas 2017. Chesney joined him November 17, 2020. Casey now has an Irish Setter brother from another mother that he loves.
All things happen for a reason. We were meant to have these three boys together. We greatly appreciate ABR giving us the opportunity to be their family.
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FOSTER TAILS:
FOSTER FAIL, FOREVER FRIEND
By Kay Crandall
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In order for readers to understand how I came to find and love Sammy, I must first fill you in on the backstory, for it is the backstory that led me to Sammy. In it is a hint of destiny since my first bonded pair brought me to rescue and my second bonded pair-- plus lingering grief for the first pair — brought me to Sammy.
My first very own Brittany was my petite liver and white girl named Brett. She was bred by a family member who lives next door to me. Due to premature delivery complications and her mother being near death for over a week, only two of six puppies survived. Brett and her sister were bottle fed and hand raised from two days of age. Her mother survived and a repeat breeding with the same stud a year later resulted in a beautiful, healthy, full-term litter of five. My sweet Bailey was the only orange and white in that litter, and at nine weeks old she moved one yard over to join Brett. They bonded instantly, and until Brett’s death they maintained a close relationship with their birth mother next door.
The years flew by and the “BBs,” as they were affectionately nicknamed, were my constant companions and soul mates. They enjoyed everything: walks, car rides, visiting the human brother in Chapel Hill, the boarding stable where I kept my horse, toys, all the attention they got from neighbors, family, and friends. At age nine Bailey was diagnosed with early-stage renal failure. I tried to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. Over the years, Brett and Bailey had helped me foster for ABR, but I took a break after Bailey’s diagnosis.
June arrived and it was inordinately hot and humid, much like the June when Brett was born. I had noticed that Brett had become clingier than usual and would sometimes yelp a little when jumping on or off furniture. We celebrated her twelfth birthday on June 3. I noticed she was really slowing down. Her yearly checkup in January had been perfect so I wasn’t really worried. Late in July she threw up after dinner one night but was fine and patrolling the fence line by bedtime. The next day she wouldn’t eat, had a temperature, and wouldn’t drink. Bloodwork revealed several abnormalities on the metabolic panel. X-ray and ultrasound revealed a big tumor. It appeared to have attached itself to several organs and the point of origin couldn’t be readily determined. She was in liver failure. Although it shattered my heart, I had to let my baby go to end her earthly pain.
Bailey’s grief was as profound as my own. I thought being the center of attention might bring her around but it didn’t. I ended up finding a litter three hours away and went and bought a puppy that was only available because her buyer decided to wait for a liver and white in a future litter. Bailey and the puppy bonded instantly, but ten days later my sweet Bailey died in my arms after her nightly insulin shot… one month to the day after Brett.
The rest of that year was a blur. I had major surgery three weeks after Bailey died. As a result, I couldn’t do all the things the new puppy, Gabrielle, needed, wanted, and demanded. She became a little hellion. That Christmas my son Robbie bought me and Gabrielle a liver-tri puppy. That may sound a little crazy and perhaps foolish on his part, but in reality it was the perfect solution. Gabrielle and Gracie Allen were best friends within minutes of meeting. Gabby grew up overnight and immediately started “training” the new baby. While Gabby had brought Bailey out of the dark tunnel of grief and gave her joy in her last days, Gracie brought joy back to Gabby’s life and gave her a job and sense of purpose. We were once again a two-brit family and I finally felt whole.
Fast forward to the next Christmas. Gabby was 18 months old and Gracie was 14 months old. Robbie and I sat on the sofa late on Christmas Eve and followed our tradition of sharing memories of Christmas past. Tears were shed for the BBs, funny stories were told about the antics of the GGs. Then Robbie asked if I remembered the first Christmas that I had a foster in the house. We laughed so hard remembering how foster Klem had almost knocked over the tree and opened a few presents. That led me to reminisce about all the other fosters mentored by my beloved BBs. Then Robbie said, “Maybe you should foster again Mom.” I told him I’d think about it. As the early days of the new year flew by, I did think about it. And, finally, I called ABR.
In March I was asked to foster Sammy. Sam, as he was called, had an unhappy story, as many of them do. I don’t have the exact details but there was a family break up. The wife reportedly didn’t like or want Sam. The husband kept Sam and he was adored by their kids when they were with the dad. Because of a job change the dad had to travel extensively. He asked the ex if she could keep Sam while he was gone and she reluctantly agreed. Shortly after the dad left, a friend of his was at a shelter and recognized Sam. She made inquiries to verify that it was indeed Sam and adopted him with the intention of keeping him until the dad could take him back. Unfortunately, she lived in an apartment complex that had rules against dogs. She got by with it for a while by walking him at dawn and night but then a neighbor ratted her out. The sweet lady couldn’t afford to move and so after a lot of soul-searching she contacted ABR.
She lived about two hours away from me and wanted to bring him here, meet me, see exactly how he would live, and whether he could get along with the GGs. On a cold but sunny Saturday, Sam came for a visit. He was so different from every other Brittany I had owned or fostered. Sammy was tall and weighed in at 54 not so muscular pounds. He hiked his leg as soon as he came in the door. He was clumsy and drooling a lot. But he found the water bowl and toy basket in record time then threw himself on the dog bed while we talked. His human friend had a bunch of questions. It was like a reverse home visit. I carefully explained how thorough ABR is in checking out potential adopters and how hard we strive to place a foster with the best family for that particular dog. After our chat we went to introduce Sam to Gabrielle and Gracie Allen who were in their fenced backyard. The meet and greet went well, aside from a few moments of ungentlemanly behavior from Sam. After a few minutes Gabby grabbed a ball and ran off with Gracie in hot pursuit. Sam just stared at them, but on their second circuit of the yard he took off after them. He only ran about two laps before he threw himself down to rest at our feet. The GGs came over to drink from the water bucket I hang on the fence. Sam got up, walked over, waited patiently for the girls to finish, and then noisily and sloppily took several deep swallows. We all came inside and the girls collapsed on the dog bed. Sam seemed to study the situation and then decided to lie beside the bed. I pulled another bed from the laundry area, put it down and Sammy happily moved to that. His rescuer had been pretty quiet but once all three dogs were down for their nap she said,“This is what he needs and deserves.” So, while they napped, we completed surrender papers. I promised to keep her updated, and I did until the last painful letter in June 2017.
In the course of less than two years I went from living with two senior Brittany girls to a grieving sick senior, to a senior and a puppy, to one little and lonely hellion puppy, to two teething and hyper puppies, and finally to two female toddlers and a male senior. Sammy settled in quickly. He was already house trained, vetted, and decent on the leash. After Gabby snarled at him a few times he quit trying to hump the little girls and respected her as alpha. A few sprays from the water bottle stopped the leg hiking in the house. Daily walks in the neighborhood plus yard play took a little weight off and improved his breathing. Gracie Allen, who much like my angel Brett is a cuddler, soon started snuggling him. At the end of the observation period I wrote a bio, took a few not-so-great photos, and Sam was posted for adoption.
I had little hope of this being a quick placement as Sammy was age 11 when he came into rescue. His photos were not flattering and he wasn’t exactly breed standard in size or appearance. For some reason I found myself checking his posting every day. One night, as I gazed into his eyes, I was consumed by grief. I remembered watching TV with the BBs and seeing a Brittany on a morning talk show, hearing the owner talk about ABR and saying to the BBs that we needed to help homeless Brittanys feel the love we shared. I remembered how Brett and then Bailey watched my every move always but especially in their last days. I remembered holding them to the last breath, telling them I loved them until the end of time, and reassuring them that mama was there. I then thought about Sammy, almost the same age as Bailey was when she went to the Rainbow Bridge. I thought about the way the BBs looked at me in those last days, hours, minutes, seconds. Then in my head it was if Brett said “Mama, this one needs you to be there for him at the end as you were for me” and Bailey said “Where there have always been two, there is now room for three.” The next day I made the call and adopted Sam.
He was different from the first day. He remained different until his last day. He wasn’t what I would have picked out had I been looking to expand the pack. But he chose us. We had five and a half years with him, and most of it was good. Sam (Sammy, Super Sam Man) found the family he needed and we found a sweet, clumsy, boy that loved us no matter how silly and crazy we were. He wanted a family, both canine and human, who would be with him until the end of his days, who would help him up the steps, guide him when his sight failed, cuddle him on the dog bed by the heat/ac vent, lick his face each night, pat his head, hold his paw, and tell him as he drew his last breath that he had been a good, good boy.
Sammy has been at the Rainbow Bridge with my beloved BBs since June 2017. He was my first foster failure but my forever friend. If I’ve counted correctly, he was foster #14. Sammy helped the GGs foster 13 more. As his health deteriorated, several conversations with our wonderful vets led to scheduling an appointment. Robbie drove the 277 miles home to be with us. That night Sammy seemed to be himself again. Early the next morning I had to give him a bath since he had soiled himself and his bed overnight. He had no strength as I carried him to the tub. He seemed to enjoy that last bath, but midway sat down in the tub and then collapsed onto his tummy. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him up and had to yell for Robbie to help. We got him out, wrapped him in a big towel, and carried him to a clean, dry bed. Once at the vet, I checked us in and we all snuggled in the car until we were called. All three of our vets (father, daughter, son-in-law) were in the room and all five of us patted him, told him he was a good boy, and cried as Sammy made his way to the Rainbow Bridge. His passage left a big empty ache in our hearts. Where there were three, there was once again only two. Rest in peace, Sammy. You were indeed a good, good boy.
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Do you have “Foster Tails” to tell?
A foster moment you’ll never forget?
A challenge you overcame?
A funny or heartwarming story?
A tale of encouragement?
A foster who made a special impact?
Whether it's a few sentences, a whole story, or a photo that speaks for itself, we would love to share your anecdotes, thoughts, and experiences. Please connect with us at social.networks@americanbrittanyrescue.org.
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HEALTH CORNER
The Benefits of CBD: Is It Real or Hype?
by Brittany Vester Boler
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You’ve probably seen a lot of new CBD products on the shelf in recent years touting big benefits such as reducing anxiety, improving mobility, and even treating epileptic seizures. CBD is short for cannabidiol, which is a compound from cannabis. It is not the same as THC (tetrahydrocannabinol), the active ingredient in cannabis, and CBD does not have mind-altering effects. Cannabis is a genus of plants. Those species with low levels of THC are often referred to as hemp, which is the main source of CBD in commercial products.
There are a lot of unknowns about using CBD in pets. To date, there are no known safety studies to ensure proper dosing, risk factors, or side effects. If you think your pet may benefit from CBD, it is best to have a conversation with your vet to ensure you find a reputable product and are using a safe dose. AKC Chief Veterinary Officer, Dr. Jerry Klein, suggests looking for known side effects in humans: (AKC- Expert Advice)
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Dry mouth: Research has shown that CBD can decrease the production of saliva. For dogs, this would manifest as an increased thirst.
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Lowered blood pressure: High doses of CBD have been known to cause a temporary drop in blood pressure. Even though the drop is small, it might create a brief feeling of light-headedness.
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Drowsiness: Dog owners have used CBD to treat anxiety. The calming effect of CBD can also cause slight drowsiness, especially when using higher doses.
It is important to understand that the FDA is not currently regulating CBD supplement use in pets. At a recent American Veterinary Medical Association symposium, the regulation issues and potential use were discussed. (AVMA- Symposium Sept 2020) While many products are readily available for both pets and humans, there are still legal questions on these products that vary by state. Additionally, a 2015 study found that of 75 commercial products tested, only 7% had accurate CBD concentrations.
If you decide to use CBD, it is important to find a product from a reputable supplier. So, how do you determine if a company is reputable? Look to see if they provide the amount on the bottle. Reputable companies should be able to provide you a certificate of analysis verifying the amount of CBD and lack of contaminants. This information may be available on their website. See if they have any links to research on the safety or efficacy of their products or if it is veterinary recommended (and look for specific names). Companies making false claims for treating or curing disease through CBD were cited earlier this year by the FDA.
Bottom line:
- Make sure you have a conversation with your vet, especially if your pet is on other medications.
- Buy a product from a reputable supplier.
- Watch for side effects as there are no published safety studies.
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AMAZON SMILE
ABR received a quarterly donation of
To date, AmazonSmile has donated a total of $18,185.94 to American Brittany Rescue.
THANK YOU to all of our supporters who have chosen ABR for their Amazon Smile charity.
Haven't signed up yet? Visit smile.amazon.com to learn how a percent of your Amazon purchases can be donated to ABR at no extra cost to you!
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GIVING GRID: MOLLY
Molly’s generous donors raised $5767.00 so she could have the surgery she need to remove the lipoma that was causing pain and holding her back. While her leg did need to be amputated, the surgery was successful and Molly is doing great! She was walking within twelve hours of her surgery, she pointed a bird on the way out of the hospital, and she is now recovering with her foster-to-adopt family in Nevada.
Molly's case is a shining example of how ABR can impact one dog's life, with the help of all of our supporters.
Thank you again to all who donated to Molly's care!
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ABOUT THE AMERICAN BRITTANY RESCUE
American Brittany Rescue, Inc. is an organization that was formed in 1991 as a cooperative effort of Brittany owners, breeders, trainers, and fanciers who ABR believes have a responsibility not only for their own dogs and the dogs they produce, but for the breed as a whole.
THE AMERICAN BRITTANY RESCUE MISSION
ABR's mission is to provide the leadership and expertise via a network of trained volunteers to take in stray, abandoned, surrendered and/or impounded purebred Brittanys, provide them with foster care, health and temperament screening, an opportunity for any necessary rehabilitation and to assure their health and placement into new homes. In order to fulfill this mission, ABR's volunteers remain flexible and adaptable to current and future business environments and they remain dedicated to the organization.
ABR BOARD OF DIRECTORS
Terry Mixdorf, President
Terrie Johnson, Vice President
Michelle Falkinburg, Secretary
Jeanette Seely, Interim Treasurer
Diana Doiron, Co-Treasurer
Sandra Oelschlegel, Chair
Nancy Hensley
Bobbi Tolman
AMERICAN BRITTANY RESCUE E-NEWSLETTER TEAM
Brittany Boler
Christine Brennan
Jeannine Connors
Judie Cutting
Kristin Davis
Autumn Fenton
Lori Gartenhaus
Patricia Gillogly
Linda Joyce
Melissa Tapply DiLello
Debra White
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