Fourteen years ago a friend called asking if I could help with a dog her neighbor had and no longer wanted. I agreed to take in the dog. When I pulled up she came out with something wrapped in a towel handed it to me, mumbled something and went back in her house. The towel held a tiny dachshund so scared she was biting anything in reach. She was covered in her own excrement and smelled of urine. A trip to an emergency Vet revealed she had had cigarette burns on her nose, her tail was broken in two places and she had three broken ribs. I called the lady thinking this little girl had to have been hit by a car. I was told her sons never liked the dog and sometimes teased it.
This is when the fire began. The drive to try to help stop so many in needless pain and suffering. For years I helped where I could but it was never enough to make a difference. Too many die in shelters and ditches unwanted, alone and afraid.
Two years ago we formed Denver Dachshunds Rescue and Transport in hopes of helping more dachshunds in need. In that time we have helped nearly 500 dogs into loving arms and families of their own.