07/27/2026
The journey to 50,000 rescued lives begins today. Please follow along and relive all the memories with us that you ALL helped to create!
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July 27, 2026
Exactly two months until we reach our milestone 50,000th dog rescue.
To better understand "our" story we need to go back to where it all started.
My name is Karen Talbot. I was born on Christmas Eve of 1965. I was brought out to my parents Dave and Dottie, in a Christmas stocking. From the moment I was born, the sun rose and set on me, for my father. I was the apple of his eye. One of my first memories as a toddler was leaning over my highchair to share my food with our dog, Little Lee. The more I was told not to do that, the more I giggled and did just that. I did no wrong in my father's eyes. I was an only child until my brothers were born. We always had dogs. Growing up in Philadelphia, dogs were a natural part of a family. They lived inside with us. From an early age, we knew when a dog reached a certain age, they were "fixed". We never understood why we were fixing something that wasn't broken but we didn't question it. Every part of our homelife included a dog. This foundation was a prelude to what the rest of my life would be-life with a dog.
To better understand my personality from the moment I could talk, I was always a headstrong child. My mother still til this day is the first to say "Don't EVER say NO to Kar!" My parents were called into the office by the principal when I was in first grade with the teacher explaining she had an issue with Karen. "She tends to not pay attention to my teachings, rather she teaches her own class in the back of the room. She is bored. We believe she needs to skip to the next grade where she would do much better." That is exactly what happened , instantly I became a 2nd grader. Through all the changes in my early years, there was always a dog. I may have been an instant second grader, but I was still the same person to my dog.
