Friends To The Forlorn Pitbull Rescue
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06/04/2026
You have to answer the call.
A few days ago, I wrote about what that means. Today, I want to tell you a story that perfectly captures why.
My friend Kirsten was walking in the woods with her daughter and her daughter's friend, Rose, when they came across something heartbreaking.
Lying there, alone in the woods, was a young dog.
He couldn't walk on his own.
He was exhausted. Emaciated. Covered in fleas and ticks. Every bone in his body seemed to tell the story of hardship and neglect. His body condition score was just 1.5 out of 9.
He was running out of time.
Kirsten, her daughter, and Rose could have kept walking.
They could have assumed someone else would help.
But they answered the call.
Kirsten called me, and we immediately contacted Kay Animal Hospital. They answered the call too.
We rushed him in as an emergency. The incredible staff at Kay Animal Hospital began carefully removing an abundance of ticks, treating him for fleas, and giving him the medical attention he desperately needed.
His road to recovery won't happen overnight.
He's still too weak and underweight to be neutered, so we've scheduled that procedure for August. Right now, his job is simple: eat, rest, gain weight, and learn what it feels like to be loved.
His name is Bingo.
And while Bingo was fighting to survive, there was another broken heart standing beside him in those woods.
Rose recently lost her mother unexpectedly at a very young age. A loss no child should ever have to endure. The kind of loss that changes everything.
Rose needs time to heal.
Bingo needs time to heal.
And somehow, through circumstances neither of them asked for, their paths crossed.
From the moment they met, Bingo seemed to know.
He knew who found him.
He knew who saved him.
And today, Rose brought Bingo home.
We've committed to covering whatever medical care Bingo needs now and in the future because some things are bigger than rescue. Some things are bigger than us.
Sometimes healing arrives on four legs.
Sometimes the one you're saving ends up saving you right back.
I truly believe Bingo and Rose are going to help each other find their way forward.
That's why we do this.
This is what answering the call looks like.
Kirsten answered the call.
Her daughter answered the call.
Rose answered the call.
We answered the call.
The incredible team at Kay Animal Hospital answered the call.
And because people chose to answer the call, a dog who was dying alone in the woods is sleeping safely tonight, and a young girl carrying unimaginable grief has a new best friend lying beside her.
That's how horrible situations become hopeful ones.
That's how lives are changed.
One call at a time.
If you believe in what we do and want to help us continue creating happy endings from heartbreaking beginnings, please consider making a donation.
PayPal: PayPal.me/FTTF
Venmo: Venmo.com/u/FTTFPitbull
Help us keep the van rolling.
Help us keep showing up.
Help us keep answering the calls.
Because there are still so many calls that need to be answered.
06/02/2026
🐾 It’s $2 Tuesday! 🐾
Let’s talk about what two dollars can do.
No, it won’t buy a fancy coffee. It might not even buy a gas station snack anymore. But when hundreds of people give just $2, it helps us keep answering the phone when another animal desperately needs help.
Yesterday, that call was for an emaciated, tick-infested puppy fighting for a chance at life.
Tomorrow, it might be a dog living in horrific conditions. A family whose beloved pet needs life-saving surgery they can’t afford. A colony of feral cats that needs trapping, neutering, and returning before the population explodes. Or one of the countless dogs and cats that come through our regular spay/neuter programs.
Every week, the calls keep coming.
And unfortunately, everything keeps getting more expensive. Fuel. Veterinary care. Medical supplies. Transport. Food. The need keeps growing, and we want to keep saying “yes” when those calls come in.
That’s what $2 Tuesday is all about.
For less than the cost of a soda, you can help keep the rescue van rolling, help us continue responding to emergencies, help prevent unwanted litters, and help save lives.
If everyone who supports our mission signed up for $2 Tuesday, imagine how many more animals we could help.
So if you believe in what we do, please consider joining us:
❤️ $2 Tuesday:
friendstotheforlorn.org/2Tuesday
❤️ PayPal:
PayPal.me/FTTF
❤️ Venmo:
Thank you for helping us continue this work. We couldn’t do it without you—and neither could the animals counting on us. 🐶🐱
Just $2. One small gift. A whole lot of impact.
LOST IN THE RAIN. FOUND IN THE DARK. HOME BY MIDNIGHT. 🐾❤️
When the phone rang, a young family was desperate.
Their beautiful Cane Corso Mastiff, Nova, had escaped her kennel and disappeared into the rain in Douglasville, Georgia.
By the time they called me, Nova had already been missing for several days.
There had been sightings. A glimpse here. A report there. Park workers had seen her near a local park. Animal Control received reports near my veterinarian’s office across the street. But every lead seemed to vanish as quickly as it appeared.
I happened to be in the area, so I went to investigate.
The family was exhausted. Their children were worried. Every hour that passed felt heavier than the last.
After evaluating the situation, I explained what needed to happen.
No chasing.
No searching through the woods.
No driving around all night.
Just patience.
We set up a feeding station, a camera, and one of my recovery traps. Liquid smoke. Beef broth. Gyro meat. All the scents that drifting wind can carry for miles to a hungry dog trying to survive.
Then the rain came.
Hard.
The trap needed to be refreshed the next day, but despite the weather, I had a feeling.
Tuesday was when Nova went missing.
By Friday, something changes in most lost dogs.
Fear begins to lose its grip.
Hunger takes over.
Food becomes the priority.
That night, Animal Control called.
Nova had been spotted again near my veterinarian’s office.
The family rushed over with their children and their other dog, hoping she would come running.
But Nova was gone.
I told them something that can be difficult for families to hear:
“Pack it in. Go home. Let the trap do its job.”
Trust the process.
Trust Nova.
Trust that survival instincts would eventually lead her to the scent trail we had created.
Hours passed.
Then just after midnight…
📸 The camera activated.
There she was.
Nova.
Soaked from days of rain. Tired. Hungry. Alive.
She cautiously approached the trap and ate some food near the entrance.
Then she walked away.
For five long minutes.
Anyone who does this work knows exactly how long five minutes can feel.
Then she returned.
She circled.
She investigated.
She thought about it.
And finally…
She committed.
The massive 130-pound Cane Corso stepped fully inside.
CLANG.
The door closed.
And just like that…
The nightmare was over.
Nova was safe.
Nova was alive.
Nova was going home.
The tears, the worry, the sleepless nights, the fear of what might happen next—all of it ended in a single moment.
A family got their dog back.
Children got their best friend back.
And Nova got to sleep at home where she belonged.
These are the moments that remind us why we never give up.
Not in the rain.
Not in the dark.
Not when hope feels impossible.
Because sometimes, all it takes is one camera alert at midnight to change everything.
❤️ Welcome home, Nova.
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If you believe in the work we do and want to help us continue bringing lost pets home, please consider supporting our mission and helping keep the van rolling.
PayPal: PayPal.me/FTTF
Venmo:
Every donation helps us answer the next call, set the next trap, and bring the next family back together.
Yesterday we told you we got called out to our friend Sylvie’s house because her neighborhood feral cat colony has officially entered the “every bush has eyeballs” stage. 😳🐈
The cats have been multiplying, some are looking rough, and unfortunately this is exactly what happens when colonies go unvaccinated, untreated, unaltered, and forgotten. They breed, they get sick, they spread disease, and the cycle just keeps going.
So off we went with traps, coffee, optimism, and what little sanity we had left.
We trapped our first kitty yesterday and got her to the vet… where we discovered she had a re**al prolapse. Poor girl looked like she had been through absolute hell. So instead of a simple spay-and-release, she’s now staying at the vet for a couple of weeks so they can repair everything, monitor her healing, remove stitches, and make sure she’s actually okay before she goes back out. Because let’s be honest… if we release her too soon, we’ll never catch her again. She already thinks we kidnapped her. 😅
Then at 2:00 this morning, the trap camera went off again.
Nothing says “rescue life” like being launched out of bed at 2 AM because a raccoon-sized tomcat made poor life choices.
This morning’s guest was an unneutered male who needed antibiotics, fluids, and a neuter. He’ll recover and then be returned back to his colony where, ideally, he can spend less time fighting and more time minding his business.
So yes… this became a little more expensive than we originally expected.
But here’s the thing: once we take responsibility for an animal — feral, stray, friendly, spicy, possessed by demons, whatever — they get what they need. Period.
TNR (Trap, Neuter, Return) works. It keeps colonies from exploding in size, reduces suffering, lowers disease spread, cuts down on fighting and mating, and gives these cats a healthier life than endless breeding and suffering outdoors.
We’re going to keep working this colony and do everything we can to get the numbers down and improve their quality of life.
If you’d like to help us keep going, donations are always appreciated:
PayPal.me/FTTF
Venmo.com/u/FTTFPitbull
Thank you for helping us keep the van rolling, the traps trapping, and the tiny street goblins under control
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