Our Senior Dogs Page and Some Departed 

Little Souls

These kids are the Real Board of Directors for the Rescue and Point the Way



Little Genny Bee

First Dog

Little Fannie Mae, Genny's Sister





This page is dedicated to the smart old dogs and the smart old people who love the smart old dogs




Mr. Daniel

Leonardo, the Webmaster


The Great and Unforgettable Taz Man


Mr. Zeke Chapman, Official Spokesman for BTR of ET


Mr. Pete Harris, Baby Puppydog Babysitter

Our Man Mr. Harvey

Ms. Charlene, Southern Belle

Mr. Snap Emerson Marshall, Very Special Little Guy and Babysitter

Miss Belle, Ron's Special Baby


Otis the Great, Truly Amazing Little Guy


Mr. Black Jack, the Mayor of Harriman


Mr. Wilson Pickett



Miss Wanda Elenor 

Crossed June 12, 2007

(Fannie Mae's Spirit) 


Mr. Spiker


Mr. Buddy


The Wise Old Mr. Duke

Miss Misha, Our Little Model


Mr. Tobey Bill of Pound


The Beautiful Champion, Roie's Irish

Honey Anne Bug, Debby's Baby

Mr. Lucky Howard Dog and Special Friend



Special Assistants to Mr. Daniel Leonardo


The Senior Dogs Project
..........."Looking Out for Older Dogs" ...........

"Blessed is the person who has earned the love of an old dog."
- Sydney Jeanne Seward


 (click on Misty above)






click on links above




Groups for Sharing Information for Blind and Deaf Dogs People


Special Thanks to NancyB and Crew for the links



Our Special Seniors For Seniors Adoption Program

Welcome to our new Seniors For Seniors Program.  Senior dogs seem to be overlooked by the general public, as most people are seeking a cute puppy, or a younger dog.   The older dogs we have available are sometimes ones that have been discarded because of health issues, age, and elderly habits.  They are what we call "seniors".  Most are very healthy dogs, some have just as much energy as the younger ones, and others are perfectly content to be "dog rugs,"  but some owners have opted to abandon them, before they have any of the health problems that are sometimes associated with old age.  

Some are blind, some are deaf, some just have arthritis like some us, and don't move quite as fast as they once did, some have just lost their play moods, and some are just a bit cranky.  In essence, senior dogs are somewhat like human seniors.  They are susceptible to health issues, just like their human counterparts.  

That is why we have decided on this new program.  We realize that senior people are not as likely to want a puppy, or a younger dog because of the demands of housetraining. They just want a companion, and most  want an older dog.  They are usually seeking a pet that is a bit more quiet,  a quiet lap partner, a faithful  companion.  

Most senior dogs just want to live out their remaining days being quietly loved, and taken care of, just like the human seniors.  This is where we come in.  We have made it easier to put the two together. 

Our senior people must in most cases be over the age of 60.  Our senior dogs must be over the age of 9 or 10, in most cases.  Our senior program allows the senior person to choose one of our senior dogs at a $25 discount. 

All the other requirements for adopting a dog from the rescue will be the same.  The application must be filled out, and reference checks will be completed, along with a home visit before the adoption can be approved.  Just like senior people, senior dogs sometimes need medications and the prospective parent must be able to provide these meds.  

We want the best for our senior dogs and want to give our wonderful senior dogs an opportunity to have a great life, with another senior that understands and can relate to their age. 

Seniors really do need Seniors....... 

Just ask the Special Assistants above!


Here's a little something that's worth thinking about.  It's actually your dog's idea that we mention it.........


Author Unknown but thanks to Nancy for reminding us

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear.

I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.

Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?

That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me.

So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of other of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together.

So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep
into another's eyes, and talk.

I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with.

Someone very different from you, and here I am.

I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet"- I know what you are. You are human, in all of your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self.

We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.

--Love, (on behalf of canines everywhere)