Help us save Monroe!
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Last Wednesday, June 14th, my sweet baby puppy Monroe was taken from me by Animal Control. Monroe is a two-year-old Great Dane / German Shepherd mix pup that I adopted for myself for my birthday when he was a little under 3 months old. I was going through a hard time, and since I was living alone, needed a reason to get up in the morning, as well as for protection and a sense of security in general. I'm starting with a summary so if you don't feel like reading that's the short version. And the cute puppy pics are at the bottom. (: Monroe is in quarantine at the Nebraska Humane Society for ten days. I have been told he is being treated well despite the dogs not being able to even be touched by people, play with other dogs, or even go outside. Also, I'm not allowed to visit him, and it's absolutely breaking my heart to think of him alone there, with no clue as to why I left him when I've always promised to come back.
Luckily, the nightly fee to keep Monroe quarantined is not terribly expensive, but a vet checkup is required, and the bills are starting to add up. I'm going to definitely get him up to date on his shots if he's been in a kennel with quarantined dogs for ten days (so another vet bill). I know as a pet owner I am fully responsible for his vet bills and have always shouldered that responsibility happily. However, as I was planning on moving this week for school, my gas money for driving across the country is dwindling quickly. I have never done a GoFundMe before, but I see no other way to make sure Monroe gets the very best care that he deserves. I also have to attend court, and I have no idea what court fees, fines, or lawyer fees will be added to the large (for a broke college student anyway) bill for Monroe's care. Frankly, I'm terrified and have no where else to turn.
I picked up Monroe in March/April of 2015 and he rode in the backseat on my blankets like he knew we were heading home.
Ever since, we've been inseparable.
As I said, I lived alone for most of college, and we've never been apart more than a few days (and even then maybe twice!). I love him more than just about anything on the planet (love you Mom (; ) and I've been told it's obvious he loves me as well.
Monroe is my therapy dog and is in training to become a service animal. He has learned to bring me medication as well as gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning and a reason to come home every night. He knows when I'm upset better than I do. He sleeps with me every night (except lately he's gotten the nickname "Half-the-Bed" because when he stretches his legs out he's the size of my full mattress).
Right now, I'm staying with my bf's lovely parents as we're planning on moving ASAP. Monroe lives with two tiny fluffy puppers and they are all very patient with each other and love each other considering Monroe is at least five times their size. We've been planning for months to be moving yesterday to Oregon for me to pursue a degree in Aquarium Science on the West Coast. However, this has obviously thrown a wrench in our plans.
We've been having a problem with a lady neighbor since staying here. I don't think she likes having young adults in a family neighborhood. Understandable I suppose, but we have never been anything but quiet in general and respectful to this woman.
Wednesday, as we were sitting on the porch watching Monroe run around the fenced-in backyard, I saw him clamber over a tree branch leaning on the fence and hop over the fence (horse dog) and run around to the front door, expecting treats for coming right home. The lady neighbor (who always creepily watches us from her front windows like we can't see her or stands in her garage and stares at us, waiting for us to do something like the hoodlums she thinks we are I suppose? Maybe she's just mad that we've never been a nuisance of any sort or done anything to get us in trouble?) came running outside the second he hopped the fence and yelled that she was called Animal Control. I (having a broken foot and boot on right now) hobbled over and asked her to please be reasonable and ask if there was anything I could do. She yelled she was calling and slammed the door in my face. I called AC and they said they had received an e-mail, this stuff happens all the time, and we would receive a letter in the mail in a week saying we need to repair the fence. No problem!! I thanked the lady profusely and finally took a deep breath. End of the problem, right? Not so much.
Half an hour later, the cops show up. They have an animal control officer with them, saying they need to take Monroe. We both tried to stop them from entering, as it's not our house and his parents were out of town, but they said we would be arrested and taken to jail for obstruction if we didn't hand over Monroe, and that they would be taking him either way.
Sobbing uncontrollably (and a little embarrassingly), I led my sweet, sweet baby puppy out to the Omaha Animal Control van. Monroe was confused, but happy as ever to meet new people, and walked up to the police officers with his tongue hanging out in a doggo smile and tail wagging. I patted the floor of the cage and he hopped right in, turned around, laid down and wagged his tail. I left him with a pair of sweatpants and a toy and all the treats I could find. I told him he was a good boy and going on a car ride, and he got all happy and excited, and they closed the doors. I didn't let Monroe see me cry, I didn't want him to see me cry, but those door closing on a steel cage where my sweet baby, my very best friend I've ever had, my cuddly puppy bug is thinking I left him truly was one of the worst feelings I've ever had to deal with. And that's saying a lot. The neighbors who called came outside as AC drove off and all waved at us laughing, laughing and waving their dog's toys at us until I was brought inside, completely distraught.
It's been actually rather difficult to get a hold of the humane society, so we went up to make sure we could see someone and were told he's doing okay. It makes me feel better, but coming home and not having him come lick my hands and wag his tail, not being able to reach down and feel him as I'm falling asleep is killing me. This dog is my life. He's two freaking years old. He's never hurt a soul, ever!
It's $16 a night to keep him at the humane society. Great deal considering they took him from me and I'm paying for it, but there's their vet's visit to pay for, and after he's finally released, a full check up with vaccinations and microchipping (I'm never losing him again) to consider. On top of that, I have a court date (again after I'm supposed to be at school across the country) and have no clue how to deal with this. I've never been in trouble with the law in my life. Court fees? Will it have charges? What's the fine for a charge for a dog? Where the hell am I supposed to get all this money when I'm supposed to be in OREGON and I live in NEBRASKA (a two day drive if you didn't stop) by June 25th... the day Monroe gets out of doggy jail. I'm lost without him, and now the vindictive actions of a petty woman have ruined my chances at getting in-state tuition, let alone getting settled before school starts. And my sweet baby boy who doesn't deserve this, sitting in a cage, confused and scared and wondering if his mommy gave him up.
Please help us save Monroe. If you have met him, you know he wouldn't hurt a fly. Please help save him. If you know me, you know I would never put up with a dog if it was aggressive in any shape or form. Please help him, and in doing so, you're helping me. If you just like animals or dogs or being a good person, please help us. We've worked harder than anything to get ready to move and be prepared for school, but I can't leave my baby behind. Please help him for the sake of improving the life of an innocent lovebug. He deserves it.












Luckily, the nightly fee to keep Monroe quarantined is not terribly expensive, but a vet checkup is required, and the bills are starting to add up. I'm going to definitely get him up to date on his shots if he's been in a kennel with quarantined dogs for ten days (so another vet bill). I know as a pet owner I am fully responsible for his vet bills and have always shouldered that responsibility happily. However, as I was planning on moving this week for school, my gas money for driving across the country is dwindling quickly. I have never done a GoFundMe before, but I see no other way to make sure Monroe gets the very best care that he deserves. I also have to attend court, and I have no idea what court fees, fines, or lawyer fees will be added to the large (for a broke college student anyway) bill for Monroe's care. Frankly, I'm terrified and have no where else to turn.
I picked up Monroe in March/April of 2015 and he rode in the backseat on my blankets like he knew we were heading home.
Ever since, we've been inseparable.
As I said, I lived alone for most of college, and we've never been apart more than a few days (and even then maybe twice!). I love him more than just about anything on the planet (love you Mom (; ) and I've been told it's obvious he loves me as well.
Monroe is my therapy dog and is in training to become a service animal. He has learned to bring me medication as well as gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning and a reason to come home every night. He knows when I'm upset better than I do. He sleeps with me every night (except lately he's gotten the nickname "Half-the-Bed" because when he stretches his legs out he's the size of my full mattress).
Right now, I'm staying with my bf's lovely parents as we're planning on moving ASAP. Monroe lives with two tiny fluffy puppers and they are all very patient with each other and love each other considering Monroe is at least five times their size. We've been planning for months to be moving yesterday to Oregon for me to pursue a degree in Aquarium Science on the West Coast. However, this has obviously thrown a wrench in our plans.
We've been having a problem with a lady neighbor since staying here. I don't think she likes having young adults in a family neighborhood. Understandable I suppose, but we have never been anything but quiet in general and respectful to this woman.
Wednesday, as we were sitting on the porch watching Monroe run around the fenced-in backyard, I saw him clamber over a tree branch leaning on the fence and hop over the fence (horse dog) and run around to the front door, expecting treats for coming right home. The lady neighbor (who always creepily watches us from her front windows like we can't see her or stands in her garage and stares at us, waiting for us to do something like the hoodlums she thinks we are I suppose? Maybe she's just mad that we've never been a nuisance of any sort or done anything to get us in trouble?) came running outside the second he hopped the fence and yelled that she was called Animal Control. I (having a broken foot and boot on right now) hobbled over and asked her to please be reasonable and ask if there was anything I could do. She yelled she was calling and slammed the door in my face. I called AC and they said they had received an e-mail, this stuff happens all the time, and we would receive a letter in the mail in a week saying we need to repair the fence. No problem!! I thanked the lady profusely and finally took a deep breath. End of the problem, right? Not so much.
Half an hour later, the cops show up. They have an animal control officer with them, saying they need to take Monroe. We both tried to stop them from entering, as it's not our house and his parents were out of town, but they said we would be arrested and taken to jail for obstruction if we didn't hand over Monroe, and that they would be taking him either way.
Sobbing uncontrollably (and a little embarrassingly), I led my sweet, sweet baby puppy out to the Omaha Animal Control van. Monroe was confused, but happy as ever to meet new people, and walked up to the police officers with his tongue hanging out in a doggo smile and tail wagging. I patted the floor of the cage and he hopped right in, turned around, laid down and wagged his tail. I left him with a pair of sweatpants and a toy and all the treats I could find. I told him he was a good boy and going on a car ride, and he got all happy and excited, and they closed the doors. I didn't let Monroe see me cry, I didn't want him to see me cry, but those door closing on a steel cage where my sweet baby, my very best friend I've ever had, my cuddly puppy bug is thinking I left him truly was one of the worst feelings I've ever had to deal with. And that's saying a lot. The neighbors who called came outside as AC drove off and all waved at us laughing, laughing and waving their dog's toys at us until I was brought inside, completely distraught.
It's been actually rather difficult to get a hold of the humane society, so we went up to make sure we could see someone and were told he's doing okay. It makes me feel better, but coming home and not having him come lick my hands and wag his tail, not being able to reach down and feel him as I'm falling asleep is killing me. This dog is my life. He's two freaking years old. He's never hurt a soul, ever!
It's $16 a night to keep him at the humane society. Great deal considering they took him from me and I'm paying for it, but there's their vet's visit to pay for, and after he's finally released, a full check up with vaccinations and microchipping (I'm never losing him again) to consider. On top of that, I have a court date (again after I'm supposed to be at school across the country) and have no clue how to deal with this. I've never been in trouble with the law in my life. Court fees? Will it have charges? What's the fine for a charge for a dog? Where the hell am I supposed to get all this money when I'm supposed to be in OREGON and I live in NEBRASKA (a two day drive if you didn't stop) by June 25th... the day Monroe gets out of doggy jail. I'm lost without him, and now the vindictive actions of a petty woman have ruined my chances at getting in-state tuition, let alone getting settled before school starts. And my sweet baby boy who doesn't deserve this, sitting in a cage, confused and scared and wondering if his mommy gave him up.
Please help us save Monroe. If you have met him, you know he wouldn't hurt a fly. Please help save him. If you know me, you know I would never put up with a dog if it was aggressive in any shape or form. Please help him, and in doing so, you're helping me. If you just like animals or dogs or being a good person, please help us. We've worked harder than anything to get ready to move and be prepared for school, but I can't leave my baby behind. Please help him for the sake of improving the life of an innocent lovebug. He deserves it.
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Kristen Manker
Organizer
Papillion, NE
