Dog Surrendered for Barking Too Much Gets a Second Chance at Life

The fact that some people choose to leave their devoted friends behind for the smallest of reasons pains us to the core. Heartless owners have given up on their pets or even attempted to have them put to sleep due to minor health issues or the simple reason that they are “too old.”

In one such tragic instance, the owner of a dog named Marcus decided to put him down because he barked excessively. Thank goodness, a second chance at life has been granted to this lovely canine.

Introducing Marcus, a 2-year-old mix of patterdale terrier and lab, who is currently in the tender care of UK-based NGO Lucie’s Animal Rescue. After barely five weeks, his owner gave him up due to his tendency of barking at people and other dogs.

But it was clear that Marcus’s owner had made no attempt to comprehend or modify his actions. She couldn’t be bothered to give him time or training, so much so that she had even tried to have him put to death at the veterinary clinic.

In a touching Facebook post, Lucie’s Animal Rescue stated, “Dogs communicate and express their fears and excitement through barking.” The owner of Marcus said, “He’s had none,” in response to a question concerning the training she had provided to assist him get over any potential apprehensive behavior.

Because of his tendency of barking, the owner Obstained and decided to go forward with euthanasia despite the behaviorist’s offer of aid. “It’s disgusting,” said Lucie Holmes, the rescue’s founder, expressing her fury and heartbreak. I’ve been so irritated that I haven’t been able to sleep well. Canines emit barks. They just do it that way.

Marcus was thankfully saved from such a terrible outcome and adopted by the caring rescue group. He is a kind and kind dog who hasn’t even barked since he arrived, according to his new guardians. “You are cherished and safe, Marcus. I can assure you that you won’t be treated in such a manner ever again,” the rescuer said.

Happily, Marcus has been mingling and making friends with other canines, according to the rescue group. Marcus no longer barks aggressively; instead, he just barks in a playful way, despite his previous owner’s problems. “I assume he’s been barking at other dogs in an attempt to greet and interact with them. Like all dogs do,” the rescue wrote with sentimentality. “It’s great to see him finally enjoying the company of friends and, most importantly, being a dog! He is very nervous and anxious.”

Marcus has been undergoing training since coming to the rescue, and he has demonstrated outstanding response time and command compliance. He is thriving in the rescue setting and adjusting well, though it is unknown when he will be available for adoption.

According to Lucie, Marcus’s tale should serve as a constant reminder to all dog owners that caring for a pet is a lifetime commitment that takes patience. She counseled, “You have to do your homework and give dogs time to settle.” “You wouldn’t bring a toddler to daycare and expect them to be content right away.”

Marcus’s surrender for no other reason than that he was barking excessively breaks my heart. We are ecstatic that he is now in the capable hands of people who genuinely concern themselves for his welfare, nevertheless.

If you love animals, please tell others about Marcus’s touching tale and contribute to the message of kindness and understanding for our four-legged companions. Let’s show them the affection and attention they merit.

My Stepmom Burnt My College Acceptance Letter in a Fireplace — But She Wasn’t Smiling When a Stranger Showed Up at Our Door

When my stepmom burnt my college acceptance letter in the fireplace, I thought my dreams were gone. But then a stranger showed up at our door, holding a pink suitcase and a message from my late mother that changed everything.

This happened when I was 18, but I remember every detail like it was yesterday. It was the moment my life changed and I learned how strong I really was.

It was a warm April afternoon in the early 2000s, one of those Southern days when the sun feels like it’s going to melt your skin.

Sunny day in a town | Source: Midjourney

Sunny day in a town | Source: Midjourney

I was walking home from the animal shelter where I volunteered, clutching a bag of treats for Buster, my grumpy ginger cat. He was my comfort, my companion, and the one constant I could rely on in a life that often felt overwhelmingly lonely.

When I was a child, my mother passed away, leaving my dad and me to figure out life together. For a while, it felt like we were a team until he remarried Kelly. She never liked me and made sure I knew it.

Woman with arms crossed and a serious face in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Woman with arms crossed and a serious face in a living room | Source: Midjourney

From the beginning, she seemed to resent me, as if I was some competition for my dad’s love. After he tragically passed away in a car accident just after my 17th birthday, Kelly became my only guardian.

No extended family stepped in. No friends of my parents. It was just me and her. In a sense, I was grateful that I hadn’t been taken away to a group home. But she still didn’t like me.

18 year old woman looking sad in a living room with a blonde woman behind her | Source: Midjourney

18 year old woman looking sad in a living room with a blonde woman behind her | Source: Midjourney

Walking up the driveway, I shook off the heaviness that thinking about her always brought. I focused instead on the dream that had kept me going through all of her jabs, her undermining, and her disdain: college.

Today, I was supposed to get my acceptance letter. My escape plan was finally becoming real.

But as I opened the front door, a wave of heat slammed into me. It made no sense. It was spring in the South! The air outside was already hot, but inside, it felt like a sauna.

Wave of heat from a living room fireplace | Source: Midjourney

Wave of heat from a living room fireplace | Source: Midjourney

The sound of crackling fire drew my attention to the living room. I dropped my bag on the floor and stood frozen in the doorway, watching Kelly, who was perched by the roaring fireplace, staring into the flames, fixated.

“Kelly,” I asked cautiously, “why’s the fireplace on?”

She didn’t even turn to look at me. Instead, she smiled a cold, sharp smirk that made my stomach twist. “Oh, don’t worry, dear. I just thought you should see your college dreams go up in flames.”

Woman kneeling by a fireplace smiling evilly | Source: Midjourney

Woman kneeling by a fireplace smiling evilly | Source: Midjourney

My breath caught in my throat. “What?” I croaked as I moved closer.

She gestured lazily at the fire, where I could see the remains of what looked like a large envelope and crisp papers reduced to ash.

“Your acceptance letter came,” she said casually, “but you don’t need it. You’ll be working at my café this summer and for the foreseeable future to thank me for being such a great stepmother. College isn’t in the cards for someone like you.”

For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, and the room blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.

18 year old woman looking horrified in a living room | Source: Midjourney

18 year old woman looking horrified in a living room | Source: Midjourney

My escape plan, the life I had worked so hard to build for myself, had just been incinerated before my eyes. “Why would you do this?” I managed to whisper.

Kelly shrugged. “I’m doing you a favor, Pamela. You’d never make it in college anyway. It’s better for you to stick to practical work.”

I wanted to scream, to throw something, to demand she explain how she could be so cruel. But wait, maybe I could call the school? But the sharp ring of the doorbell cut through all my thoughts.

Man ringing a doorbell with his finger | Source: Midjourney

Man ringing a doorbell with his finger | Source: Midjourney

Kelly frowned and stood up, smoothing down her sweater. “Stay here,” she snapped. “I’ll get it.”

Wiping at my cheeks, I followed her to the door, though I didn’t have the energy to argue. I assumed it was one of our neighbors, here to chat or drop something off.

But when she opened the door, it wasn’t a familiar face. Standing on the porch was a distinguished-looking man in a crisp suit, holding a bright pink suitcase.

Man in a grey suit on a porch with a pink suitcase | Source: Midjourney

Man in a grey suit on a porch with a pink suitcase | Source: Midjourney

“Are you Pamela?” he asked, his eyes meeting mine with warmth.

“Yes,” I said cautiously, stepping forward.

“I’m Mr. Robertson,” he said, holding out his hand to me. “I’m here because your mom asked me to.”

I blinked. “My mom?” The words felt foreign in my mouth. I barely remembered her. “I don’t understand.”

18 year old woman surprised in a doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

18 year old woman surprised in a doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Mr. Robertson nodded as if he’d expected my confusion. “Your mother and I knew each other when we were students at the state college. We stayed in touch over the years, and she always spoke about you with such love and hope for your future. I’m now the Dean of Admissions. When I saw your application come through, I knew I had to ensure her dream for you became a reality.”

Two students on a college campus | Source: Midjourney

Two students on a college campus | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at Kelly, whose face turned a shade of red I’d never seen before. She was about to explode. “This is highly inappropriate,” she sputtered, stepping forward. “I should call the school to report you for intervening in admissions. Besides, Pamela is busy this summer. She has obligations. She won’t be going—”

A woman looking upset in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking upset in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Mr. Robertson held up a hand, silencing her with one look. “Ma’am, I understand your concerns, but Pamela’s acceptance to the college is well-deserved. She has exceptional qualifications and wrote an essay that moved the admissions committee deeply. She’s earned this opportunity,” he stated seriously. “I just wanted to meet her and make sure she knows it.”

Man with a serious expression in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Man with a serious expression in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

My throat tightened with his words, but breathing became even harder when he pulled a worn photograph from his suitcase. It was my mother, young and vibrant, smiling in her graduation cap and gown. Standing beside her was a much younger Mr. Robertson.

“Your mom always wanted this for you,” he said, handing me the photo. “And she would be so proud of you.”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The weight of everything, the loss of my mom, the grief for my dad, and the years of enduring Kelly’s belittling, overwhelmed me. But alongside the sadness, I felt something else: hope.

18 year old woman smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

18 year old woman smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Mr. Robertson continued, “Obviously, your classes don’t start until September, but I’d like to offer you a summer internship in my office after your graduation. It’s just admin work, but it’ll give you a chance to familiarize yourself with the campus, earn some money, and get a head start.”

“She can’t go!” Kelly snapped, shrilly. “She has to work at the café all summer. We’re much too busy! Besides, I burned her acceptance letter already!”

Woman yelling angrily in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Woman yelling angrily in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Something inside me surged. For one second, after seeing my future burning in that fireplace, I had given up. Mr. Robertson had come just at the right time, like a message from my mom—an angel.

So, I turned to her, wiping my tears. “No, Kelly,” I said, breathless but resolute. “I’m not a child. You can’t control me anymore. I let you, but I shouldn’t have, not since I turned 18. Even if Mr. Robertson hadn’t arrived, I would’ve called the school to explain. I AM going to college, no matter what you do.”

18 year old woman looking determined in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

18 year old woman looking determined in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

She opened her mouth to argue, but Mr. Robertson stepped in, reaching inside his pink suitcase again and producing an envelope. “Ma’am, I have a copy of her acceptance. Pamela deserves this opportunity. She earned it,” he said. “If you interfere, I’ll be forced to take further action.”

“But she owes me,” Kelly insisted, her features twisting.

“No, I don’t,” I retorted, feeling the truth of those words fully. I don’t think I could’ve uttered them earlier or without Mr. Robertson by my side.

18 year old woman smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

18 year old woman smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Kelly glared at us, but the fight quickly went out of her. She turned on her heel and stormed away from the open front door into her bedroom.

I focused back on Mr. Robertson, who handed me his business card. “Call me later so we can finalize the details, so you’ll be ready after you finish high school,” he said. “Your mother would be so proud of you. Never forget that.”

I nodded, smiling brightly at my savior, who returned my grin.

Man smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

Man smiling in the doorway of a house | Source: Midjourney

As he walked away, I stood on the porch, holding tightly to the photo, his card, and the copy of my acceptance letter. The three items that proved I was not only free but also not so alone.

That night, I packed a bag. Then, working up the courage, I called my friend Sarah, who told me to come live with her and her parents. Before, she’d been just a school companion, but from that moment on, she became family.

I moved out of Kelly’s house the next day with my cat, leaving behind my stepmother’s toxic grip for good.

Ginger cat in a woman's arms | Source: Midjourney

Ginger cat in a woman’s arms | Source: Midjourney

Over the next few weeks, I finished high school happily, knowing that a brighter future awaited me. By early June, I started my internship and loved every minute, although it was mostly menial work.

Despite my pay, I had to take out some student loans. However, Mr. Robertson helped me apply for scholarships whenever he found any.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t live in the dorms with Buster, but I found pet-friendly student housing nearby.

Ginger cat with woman in the background | Source: Midjourney

Ginger cat with woman in the background | Source: Midjourney

The rest is history. It’s been around 20 years, and I have a family now, a solid career, and more happiness than I could hope for. Buster died a few years ago. He was my soul cat, but we now have 3 more kitties to adore.

Sarah is still very much in my life, too.

I don’t know what happened to Kelly. I didn’t bother to keep in touch with her. But I learned something from her that I’ve never forgotten. There will always be people who try to put you down, extinguish your light, and force you to become someone you’re not.

Happy woman with arms up outdoors | Source: Midjourney

Happy woman with arms up outdoors | Source: Midjourney

You can’t give up when that happens. Instead, you need to rise. Fight for your dreams and shine brightly, because you are capable of so much more than they can imagine.

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