Reporting from shelters, foster homes, wildlife centres and vet clinics — the stories as they happen, and the practical advice that goes with them.
For two years nobody could get near him. Then a fast-food restaurant opened nearby, and he taught himself to point at the menu board with his face.
A neighbour watching from an upstairs window saw the girl put down her umbrella, take off her backpack, and then take off her coat. Only then did she see why.
"I thought it was a bird at first." A closing-shift manager followed a thin sound across an empty parking lot and found six four-week-old puppies stacked in a cardboard box.
"She came right up to me and stopped." Forty metres of discarded net had wrapped a green turtle's front flipper. What the diver did next was the hard part.
Mauro Tutzo was looking forward to meeting the couple moving in next door. Their dog introduced himself first, over the balcony divider.
The big one had her body curled around the small one. Rescuers say what she was doing was unmistakable, and that dozens of drivers went around them rather than stopping.
Nobody knows where he came from. Eleven weeks later he has a district-approved job title, a health record, and a reading group.
It took eleven months, a kiddie pool, and a rule his trainer describes as "never once make him do it."
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One email — every morning — 7am
She was in New Orleans for a concert. She left with a phone number for a shelter and a habit of calling it every single day.
Princess was hit by a car near midnight. Her owner had no money for an emergency vet, so he wrapped her in a blanket and waited on the concrete until four in the morning became opening time.
Her kennel card said everything an adopter needed to know, which staff eventually realised was exactly the problem.
It looked like a party trick, or a plea. It was neither: he was showing them the injury.
Two people on a morning loop stopped at the same storm grate, looked at each other, and then spent the next ninety minutes refusing to leave.
Storm phobia isn't only about noise, which is why sound-based fixes so often fail. Three of the four triggers are things you can't hear.
Sue is friendly, sound and photographs beautifully. She is also a large adult shepherd in a city full of them, which is the whole difficulty.
Four kits, one vixen, and a homeowner who spent two weeks convinced she had a problem. By August the den will be empty on its own.
One is paralysed, one is overwhelmed by the city, and one has been waiting three years for reasons that disappear the moment she's off the kennel floor.
Six weeks, zero applications. Then a volunteer borrowed a backdrop, and the entire litter was gone in nine days.
Her owner threw the party because fifteen is an extraordinary age for a Chihuahua. She had no way of knowing how little time was left.
It isn't superstition, and staff are increasingly convinced it isn't really prejudice either. It's mostly a photography problem.
