As my father puts it, I've been saving/helping animals in need since before I could walk. I was always feeding them, begging to keep them or just helping them until they were well enough to move on. Not just dogs, but a wide range of animals. Birds, cats, mice, you name it, I have probably helped it in someway.
So many animals came through our home and lives, I can't even count them all.
When I was 15, I met my best friend. I was visiting my mom, and we were waiting for my half sister to get out of school. I saw this little black puppy chasing all the kids around. She just wanted attention so badly. But all the kids kept knocking her away, or running away from her. I told my mom I couldn't watch anymore, I had to do something. I couldn't just leave her there. Her words "Your Dad's going to kill me if I send you back with a dog!" I got out, called for her and whistled. She came running right to me. Poor thing was covered in tics and fleas. She was solid black with a white arrow pointing up on her chest. She had one white dot under 3 of her 4 paws. She had semi pricked/floppy ears. She was obviously a lab mix of something, probably a pit. Only about 3 months old if that. That was it. I climbed into the back of the truck with her, and we took her home. I bathed her, got the ticks off of her, etc. She was perfect. I ended up naming her Ashes, due to the fact she was always sticking her nose in the ash trays. We were inseparable. I mean it. She broke out of numerous vehicles, houses, secure yards, etc to get to me. She slept in bed with me, I gave her showers. She was the best. It broke my heart when I moved away when I was 18 and couldn't take her with me, but she stayed with my Dad. I moved back to Texas 6 years later with my family. So I got to spend every single day of Ashes' last four years, with her. Ashes lived to be 12 years old. She passed away June 30, 2010. I buried her myself.
It has always been about the animals for me. While my life has taken me through different areas, and paths I thought I should be, this is where I'm meant to be. A Rescue Mom. So I started up Phillips Fosters Rescue. It's a lot of work, and of course takes up a lot of my time. As it is a full time job. I'm great at what I do, and put in 110% to every animal that comes my way.
I reside in Colleyville, TX in the home I grew up in since I was 9 years old. I have a wonderful husband, Ronney, of 8 years(together for 12 years), and our two young children, Allison, 8 yrs old and Jonathan, 4 yrs old. Along with our pack of fosters, 2 personal dogs, and a ferret. Other things besides rescuing/taking care of animals, I enjoy photography, painting, yard work, computers and home remodeling.