In Memory of
Everyone comes to BRSM to adopt their ideal beagle --- young, active,
occasionally a couch potato --- but those dogs are rare compared to those who
have been left behind, the ones who were discarded in favor of obtaining a
newer, younger dog.
What is the story
behind the older dogs in shelters?
Sometimes these dogs had spent their lives loving a family, only to
be abandoned when their age meant they were more couch potato than
playmate, and the costs of veterinary care rose. Sometimes they were used
as hunters --- penned out in the back of someone's yard --- never knowing a warm bed
in winter or the love a house pet takes for granted. And because they are
older dogs, it doesn't matter that they are friendly, loving, outgoing, and make
wonderful house pets. Because of their age, they are either dumped in
shelters or put out of a car and left to fend for themselves. Their last memory is
often an emotionally exhausted shelter volunteer closing their eyes forever, or
of finally starving to death outside in winter . . .
They deserve better than that!
What is a "Friend of Winston?"
Winston was the founding dog of BRSM, an older gentleman who never
made it out of foster care, but found himself loved nonetheless. BRSM took care of his health concerns and allowed him to die
peacefully at his own time, not
earlier because of someone else's neglect or indifference. Most of Winston's
friends are in the same situation, and will never be adopted --- but we rescue
them from the shelters anyway. BRSM provides them with veterinary care and
finds a permanent foster home to love them. The permanent foster takes care of
the dog's routine vetting, but BRSM provides support for any
extraordinary vetting that is required.
In Winston's memory, BRSM provides
that vetting support through the Friends of Winston senior dog fostering program.
Friends of Winston participants include a network of families willing to
bring older dogs into their homes and provide them with love until
they pass over the Rainbow Bridge in their own time. We support each
other and the dogs, and form a unique sort of family.
Aware: If you become a Friend of Winston foster, it is unlikely your
foster dog will ever be adopted --- he's probably with you for life! If you
cannot help with the vetting costs (for basic care), BRSM will assist with this,
but you must use a BRSM-approved vet who is willing to discount to
rescue organizations! We realize it's not convenient when your own vet is just
across the street. But we do our best to help as many dogs as possible, and
rescue-discount vets are an integral part of that process. (And we've done a
fair job --- big pat on the back to the Friends of Winston foster homes!)
Please consider opening your heart and home to one of Winston's friends. They
don't require the non-stop attention of one of our younger dogs --- they just want
to cuddle with you when movie time rolls around. And they are fine spending their
day home alone; that means they can sleep undisturbed! It may be difficult
to think that they will be gone sooner than a younger dog, but the rewards are
ample compared to the challenges. Each of these dogs has a story of abandonment --- can
you help us make sure the remainder of their lives are happier?
If you can foster a Friend of Winston, please contact us at
It's a small way to make a huge difference, and you can make a
Please Note: Friends of Winston are always available for
regular adoption, but in the
event that they do not find their forever home, we want them to live out their
lives with a loving foster family.
All of the
BRSM programs, including Friends of Winston, are supported through
donations and fundraisers run and supported by our volunteers. BRSM does not receive any local, state, or federal funding that supports the
rescue. Our volunteers work very hard to make a program such as Friends of
Winston possible, and we very much appreciate the efforts and support of the
Friends of Winston
John and I are so happy that we have Beth and are giving her all the love she deserves. She’s a great little girl and has adjusted very well.
I live with my humans, Mike and Stacey and my beagle brother Barkley, who I quickly let know I was the alpha. Luckily he didn't mind, and we've been inseparable ever since.
Like I said, I am a beagle's beagle. Leave food out and I will get to it. Ever "misplace" a whole loaf of bread? It's like I can't help myself. I have to inhale the food as fast as possible. But my downfall is I can be coerced into doing most tasks with just a Milk Bone - even taking a bath. Ugh.
I love being outside and going on walks, sniffing everything. My favorite are scent walks, where I'm allowed to lead the way and follow any scent I find. I am high energy and very adept at finding gross items my humans wish I would leave alone, like that mouse my humans wouldn't let me keep. I think they were just jealous.
Like most beagles, I am very intelligent, and a little stubborn. I don't care for games like fetch or performing tricks. I like a challenge and this can put a bit of a strain on my human relationships. Put me in the back yard for a few minutes? Well I climb fences, dig under them, or just open the latch and strut out. It was advised that I should be kept in a crate until I settled into my new home, but I don't do small spaces. Mike bought me a 6'x6'x4' chain link fence enclosure. I wasn't a fan, and so began a game of chess, or at least chess moves for me, and checkers for my humans. The first day I pushed the chain link away from the frame and slid out. The humans cable tied the the chain link to the frame tight, the next day I broke the cable ties and slid out again. The humans doubled up the cable ties. I couldn't break that, so I climbed the 4' fence and was out. The humans responded by adding a roof to the fence. The next day I opened the gate door. The humans responded by bungee-cording it shut. I noticed the hinges of the door weren't tight so I pushed them out and was free. The next day the hinge was tightened. The humans thought they won, but I had them right where I wanted. I proceeded to manipulate the chain link and bend it so that I made a hole of twisted metal in the middle of the fence and got through. The next day the enclosure was disassembled and I had free reign of the house ever since.
BRSM said I have the "markings of a party beagle." It's completely true. Whenever we have guests I make sure to make my rounds and garner as much attention as possible. I love humans. Even more so if I can get them to rub my belly. I am especially fond of the ladies. Mike said I need to be a little more subtle, and that I tend to be a little to forward with my affections. I love kids too. I never mind when they poke, or prod, or pull me. I've even been known to fraternize with cats (just don't tell the fellas, if that got out it would ruin my reputation).
Dear BRSM Family,
We had so much fun this week end.... we went for a bunch of walks and smelled everything and stopped and scratched our backs in the grass.... we played in the back yard and pounced on the hostas...I know there's something under there! (My new Mom will send you a picture of me peeking out from the hostas... I'm just too cute)...My Dad makes yummy chicken soup (just a little broth and chicken on my food :) .... then we went to go meet my new Grandma and had lunch with her in Reston Town Center and soooo many people came up to me and said how precious I was and my new Mom told them all about Beagle Rescue of Southern Maryland and my Grandma fell in love with me and let me jump on her bed...(She should adopt a brother or sister for me)... Then we went to Petsmart and got a little name tag to put on my collar so everyone will know where I live now and also got some squeeky toys and treats... then we went home and went for another walk with my big brother and boy I am tired... I miss you and love you and my new family loves me very much.
Maple sugar... but now they call me "Luchita" :) and I'm learning a few words in Spanish. :)
We could not have picked a better friend for Walter, even though we worried at first because of the size difference. They are absolute play monsters and they LOVE each other. However, we do think Louie convinced some kind soul that he was a beagle when he is really partly some other kind of hound too. We call him the Louisiana Lemon Hound.