Falling in Love All Over Again!

When we lose our soul-dog, we think we can never love another one because it’s so heart wrenching. But sometimes, it just feels right to open our hearts again and save another soul. Little Brady came into the shelter as a puppy, but thankfully, it didn’t take long for his family to adopt him on 2/17/2025. He is now Sulley and the most spoiled little guy. Can you feel the love and happiness through the pictures? This is what his Mom has to say about her experience:

“My name is Suzanne Holsonback, and my husband Robbey & I Adopted the most Precious fur baby in February 2025. His name is Sulley & he is a boxer/Labrador mix. Our Labrador of 15 years crossed the rainbow 🌈 Bridge on July 5 2024. Salley was our World. It took us several months to make the decision to adopt another Fur baby 🐾🐾💜! Sulley has been such a blessing to both of us. My husband is disabled and Sulley is like a Service Dog 🐕‍🦺 to him. I can't express how much Sulley has made our Lives Perfect. In the past 6 months he has been every trip to Doctor visits and Grocery shopping etc. He's only stayed alone twice in 6 months. He's going to have his first Beach trip in the early fall. If you're looking for a Best Friend like we have, I urge you to Adopt! You’re saving the life of the Best Friend & Companion you will ever have. I want to Thank Tails and Ales for helping make this adoption such a Happy Process 😊! We're so Thankful for our Boy. 🐾🐾💜✝️!”

Sometimes Two IS Better than One!

Beans was found in the middle of Hwy 431 in January of 2024. He was chunky and looked like he had a home, but sadly, his owner never came to claim him. He didn’t know it at the time, but he was about to be rescued by the best family he could hope for and as it turned out, he was the new energy his sister needed. Here is what his Mom has to say about hit impact on the family:

“I found myself on an unexpected journey that completely changed my life—and the lives of two adorable bulldogs! My original rescue, Willow, was getting older and feeling pretty lethargic after an emergency surgery. That’s when I realized she needed a buddy to lift her spirits. While scrolling through Tails & Ales Facebook page one evening, I stumbled upon a picture of Beans. The moment I saw his goofy smile and bright eyes, I just knew he was the dog for us!

The first few days with Beans were a mix of excitement and adjustment. He took some time to figure out the backyard boundaries, which led to some hilarious antics! But watching him and Willow together was the best part. Slowly but surely, Willow began to perk up, rediscovering her playful side as she chased Beans around the yard. Their bond blossomed beautifully, filling our home with energy that I hadn't seen in a while.

Now, adopting Beans has brought so much love and laughter into my life. He’s incredibly affectionate, and I love teaching him new tricks—he picks them up so quickly! Our long car rides have become a thrilling adventure, with both pups riding together as we head out to explore new places.

If you’re thinking about adding a furry friend to your family, I can’t recommend adoption enough. There are so many loving dogs out there just waiting for a chance to bring happiness into your life—just like Beans did for us!”

From Terrified to Spoiled

Chewy was surrendered by her original owner for being “aggressive.” That poor girl was absolutely terrified staying at the back of the kennel and barking, but she was also showing signs of curiosity. She just wanted to trust and be loved, but euthanasia was a very real possibility so we had to get out of the shelter fast. TAG’s Director took her home as a foster and worked with her to help her get beyond the fear she had of humans. After a few weeks, Chewy learned to relax and warm up. We took some glamour shots, and the Moores fell in love. Here is what Chewy, now Ruffian, has to say about her story with her family:

“Hi! My name is Ruffian, a.k.a. Ruffy. I was previously known as Chewy before my Mom and Dad drove to Guntersville to adopt me. Dad loved my underbite so home I came with them. As with most rescue dogs, building trust with me took time, patience, and understanding. A big hurdle was reached on the second night when Mom let me sleep in bed with her. That was the beginning of a wonderful bond that I have developed with them over the past 3 years. With time and patience, I now go on long walks, harass ,y pug sister, run zooms all over the yard, play with all kind of toys, and most importantly, Mom and Dad give me really yummy treats when I behave. I really think I won the lottery.”

Working Dogs Need a Job… and Patience!

Every so often, we get working dog breeds at the shelter. Unfortunately, not everyone understands that a working dog needs a job and may not be suited as a pet that just lays around the house and goes for walks. When we came across Gunther, we had no idea what his past was like, but we knew he had some behavioral particularities that would not make him a good fit to become a pet. He needed a farm and the job that came along with it. Gorgeous guy, he was adopted quickly, but returned just as quickly after he bit the adopter. He had a really sweet side, but also had triggers that could make him very reactive. We were out of time to save him, but a local trainer helped find the PERFECT home for him. The experience was far from easy for Pam, but she stuck with him through the good and bad and we’re so thankful for her. Here is what she has to say about it:

“I’m retired and have a small hobby farm. I love my herding dogs and use them with ducks, chickens, and sheep.
I wasn’t looking to get another dog, but I love cattle dogs and when I saw “Gunther’s” picture on Facebook which said that he was due to be euthanized that week, I thought I’d see if I could adopt him. It hurt my heart to see how stressed and scared he was. I figured that if it was meant to be, the adoption would work out and he’d be mine.

Everybody made it very clear that he was not a nice, sweet, gentle dog. They sent texts and videos that showed some of his issues. I’ve known and owned Cattle Dogs  who were not nice sweet dogs, but they were still good dogs. So I wasn’t worried about getting him. I knew what I was getting into.

I changed Gunther’s  name to Bash.  In the beginning,  getting him to go in his crate was an adventure. He was like a wolverine, badger, hyena combo.  Clicker training and food enticement helped and now he reluctantly goes in without a fuss when asked and willingly goes into it on his own to sleep in it.

The second day that I had him, he bit me. Not nipped…. bit. Bit hard. I had dropped his leash and bent down to get it. Not sure why that triggered him. Perhaps I moved too quickly or leaned over him. He grabbed my hand and bit my thumb pretty good.

Cattle dogs are not happy go lucky dogs like golden retrievers.   They need (and I can’t stress this enough) they need to feel important to you by having some sort of job. They desperately want to work with or for you.

People who are thinking about getting a cattle dog need to know that they aren’t for everybody. These dogs have  been bred to control 1000lb cattle…..to bite, be kicked, and stomped and keep on working. If they can control cattle, they can control you too if you’re not careful.  But one of their more redeeming characteristics is their loyalty.   And once you’ve had a cattle dog…..no other breed will do.

Bash was what I call a reactive dog. As bold as he seems, I think he’s an insecure dog who wants to be alpha. He had triggers that would bring out his dark side. And at first, I never knew when something would trigger him. Once I recognized a trigger, he and I would start working through it to desensitize him.
One day  he started sneezing at me.  I’ve read that dogs do that to let you know that they’re not being aggressive. That was pretty cool.

Bash is very verbal. He “talks” to me all the time and it really seems that he wants me to understand what he’s saying.  He wants me to talk to him too.  He wants to know what’s going on.
I say things like…
“We’re going outside. We need to open the gate. We’re going to the golf cart.  We need to feed the chickens.”  
And he always answers back with a grumble.  Not a bad grumble.  It’s like he’s answering back. “I’m on it!”

When I first got Bash, I had two major goals for him.
The first goal was for him to get along better with one of my other dogs. He was jealous of my main sheepherding Kelpie Dog. Once he got his own jobs on the farm things improved. His first job was silly but effective.  He was to rip up any plastic grocery bags that I gave him.  He loved this “job” and it helped to introduce the commands wait, take it, and “that’ll do” which is herding dog speak for its time to stop -your job is done.

The second goal was to be able to use my mobility scooter with him. He went after tires with glee…. which is kind of normal in herding breeds.  And yes a cattle dog can easily pop a tire.  I was so proud of him the first time he started to grab my tire and without me saying anything remembered that it was a no-no and went his merry way.

My friends and family could not understand why I would adopt a “bad” dog when there are so many nice dogs that could be adopted.  But I’ve never considered him to be bad. Some of what they think is “bad” is just cattle dog stuff.  
I don’t want to toot my own horn…. But I don’t think many people would have been successful with Bash. I was able to be a stay at home dog owner and the major focus in my life was to help Bash adjust to his new life. I don’t regret a minute of it.   

It took almost a year of working with him to get Bash to be the dog that I knew he could be.  Some changes happened quickly, others we’re still working on. I think I’ve identified all his triggers and it’s not something I worry about any more.

BASH
Is he perfect. No.
We learned each other’s quirks and embraced them.  
He’s my dog and I’m his person.
The challenges he gave me helped to forge an incredible bond.  
I’ve never felt more fiercely loved by any other dog.
He’s not perfect… but he’s pretty fantastic.
He’s BASH!”

From Rags to Riches

Jones came to the shelter on the brink of death as you can see in the before pictures. He was in such bad shape, the shelter staff thought he needed a hospice foster. Upon closer inspection, it was determined that he was fairly young. How he got to that level is nothing we will ever comprehend. HIs salvation came in the form of Rolling Ridge Rescue, who, despite his look did not hesitate to take him in and just look at how they turned his ife around in just 3 months! Hard to believe it’s the same dog! We are so thankful for them. Here is what Emily has to say about his journey at the rescue:

“🤎JONES🤎

It’s been 3 months since this guy joined us… Before and after photos always hit me with a wave of emotions. I’ll never understand how someone could let anything come so close to death. You don’t have to be an animal lover to know this level of neglect is evil, it takes a person with no heart to let an animal suffer like that. He is so young too which breaks my heart even more, this guy prob never knew love before us. His breeder failed him.  

Jones has the sweetest spirit. All he wants is to make you happy. This is what three months of food, medicine, and a whole lot of love can do! 

Jones is the very definition of what rescue means to me. He’s why Rolling Ridge Rescue exists in the first place. Dogs like him are the reason we keep going. He is a good easy going boy. We look forward to finding this guy his human soon. One more vet check this week then we should have the clear to start our search for his perfect match! 🤎”