It has been quite a while since we have asked for help with donations
but we find ourselves in dire need.

Right now PugHearts has 43 dogs in our care and available for
adoption! We have never had this many dogs in care before. We are
stretched to the limit with our foster homes and are having to board
some of our newest dogs at our vet clinic until foster homes can be
found. In addition, many of these new dogs have come to us with severe
medical issues. So now we need to ask you to dig deep to help us cover
our costs and get these babies well enough to be adopted out.

Complicating matters more, we recently had a “hold” placed on our
PayPal account which we utilize for receiving donations. PayPal
required proof of our non-profit status prior to releasing this hold.
We were able to provide this information however, PayPal took quite a
while to clear all their red tape and release our account. Our account
has now been restored to good standing but we had quite a period
without any incoming funds that left us with large unpaid veterinary
bills. Our present balance at our vet is around $15,000. With all of
the recent new rescues we expect that bill with grow significantly
before the month is out.

READ MORE AT:  http://WWW.PUGHEARTS.COM

Please, forward this on. Tell your friends, post on blogs and forums.
We appreciate all you have done for us so far.

Richard C
http://www.PugHearts.com

See, without my approval, The Ricky took a job in Seattle. I think the lil Alien had something to do with this. See, as far as I can tell, the lil Alien’s mother ship is somewhere in Seattle. He has “family” there that he is dieing to see. I believe these may be other aliens waiting for an update. Had I known about the Le Mops’ plot, I would have thwarted it, but since no one tells me anything, I watched the house be packed up without anyway to stop it!

Then I was taken into the woods for days and forced--once again--to walk amongst the redwoods with bare paws. Then we ended up in some concrete jungle known as Bellevue. I also hear stories of a yard in my future--a yard where I will be forced to walk on dirty, wet grass.

When did my life take this turn? I am a city dog! Born and bred on the mean streets of the West Village. This green stuff is really starting to get on my nerves. Not to mention, the closeness to the lil Alien’s mother ship. I for sure am doomed.

I will keep you updated as my torture continues.

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