HoneyI am a foster mom for IMPS, a min pin rescue organization. I had just started fostering Honey, a 2 year old that had been used as breeding dog and, thankfully, given up to rescue. Honey had only been with me a short time, but was very attached to me. While running an errand on a Sunday afternoon, Honey jumped my fence looking for me.
After sightings of Honey approximately 5 miles away by not less than 8 different individuals, I contacted Annette. It had turned cold, and there was sleet, snow and extreme winds the entire week she was gone. I was concerned that Honey would not survive. Annette talked to Honey and Honey said she was very frightened. Every time someone would see her I would call Annette and she would talk to her. Annette kept telling me that Honey was in a barn. There were many barns in the area where she had been seen.
Finally after five days of searching, Annette suggested that I spend the day in the area where Honey had been seen. That next morning I went to where Honey had been seen and started calling her. I was on my way out of the area to run an errand before coming back to spend the day when I was drawn to a large equipment barn that I had not searched. I got out of my truck and called Honey then left to run my errand.
Approximately 20 minutes after leaving I received a telephone call from an individual that had read my lost flyer who said her husband had spotted Honey, where else but in the "barn". All the while Annette talked to Honey she kept telling her I was looking for her and she needed to come when I called her. When I finally made it back to the barn, I hauled out a hav-a-hart to hopefully trap Honey as she had been so frightened. I set the trap down in the very barn that I had been drawn to earlier that morning and started calling her. A friend that was with me was standing by my truck (we didn't want to scare her with strangers), told me to turn around and look behind me. There was my Honey on a stack of hay bales in an old horse stall. She was desperately struggling to get through the rails to me. I reached up, pulled her through, she cried, my friend cried and I cried.
The end of the story is, if Annette had not talked to my Honey and told me she was in a barn, I don't know that I would have found her. So Annette, from the bottom of my heart, Honey and I thank you. She is warm again and getting fatter!
Linda A. Moon and Honey
Mazzy StarOn Saturday Nov 18th, 2007 our beloved Mazzy Star was stolen out of our apartment in South Beach, Miami. As you can imagine we were all beside ourselves with disbelief and sadness. To make matters worse the camera's in the building weren't working. All we had was a description of the girl and where she was that night. I called the police, hired a private investigator and had my family of 6 on the prowl. The police and private investigator had me feeling uneasy, I didn't believe they were able to crack this case or that they cared too (I was right).
Desperate, I called Melody Pugh the Pet Detective who then lead me to Annette. From the moment I spoke with Annette she was very caring and helpful. When she connected with Mazzy she had useful information, most importantly that Mazzy was alive and well. Annette knew things about Mazzy that were very personal confirming that it was my baby. I received a description of Mazzy's new environment (which lead to clues whether she was on the beach or Downtown), what the people looked like, how many times she moved hands etc. After this conversation I had an unbelievable amount of determination and nothing was stopping me from getting her back. I spoke with Annette throughout the search, she recommended we put flyers up all around the club where the girl was the night before the dog napping. Within two days we received a call for the reward. Those 16 days were heart wrenching but I was never losing hope and Annette believed we were going to be reunited from the first phone call.
My favorite part of the story is when I did have Mazzy in my hands I rang Annette and without saying a word she said "YOU GOT HER"!