We Are Zeus

We Are Zeus We are a 100% volunteer 501c3 nonprofit dog rescue, saving shelter dogs while providing support and resources to Animal Shelters and Communities throughout SC.
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We rely solely on public donations to accomplish our mission of Reinventing the Shelter Dog! 🐾

šŸŽ‚ Happy Birthday to the Blue Moon Babies! All 9 are now two years old. All have found loving homes except these two hand...
01/01/2026

šŸŽ‚ Happy Birthday to the Blue Moon Babies! All 9 are now two years old. All have found loving homes except these two handsome šŸŽ© devils. We can’t figure it out for the life of us why they still need a foster and a new forever home. They are gorgeous star dogs! ā­ļø

They were bottle fed,handled and hugged since they were 3 weeks old. They love cuddles and actually HUGGING you with their legs wrapped around your neck!

These playful rascals are dog, cat, kid, people friendly. They love the water and will find every puddle you miss! They love car rides and will take off and jump in as soon as they see a door or hatch open.

These babies play hard and can run and tussle a long time. They settle in well and enjoy their couch potato time when their playtime is over. They truly love to cuddle. 🄰 Guys, talk about chick magnet!šŸ‘ŒšŸ»

They love their crates and keep it clean. They will let you know when it’s time to go out and come back in. They love toys and do well with the tuff stuff. šŸ¦

They are both medium size with Kane having a slight hold over Blu. He’s about 53 pounds and Blu is more muscular at 49 pounds. Don’t tell them that because they think they are little poodles. 😊

They will make excellent exercise partners, as well as hike and run buddies. They love social and physical activity and they can keep up with the best of them.

These babies have been with the kennels since they were taken from a cruelty case with mama Moon and the other 7 siblings. They deserve to celebrate their days with their own loving families. Please consider adopting one or both of these silly twins. They can sure use a foster in the meantime. They will do well solo or together. Kane is mostly solid blue and Blu has white chest and feet.

To be considered please go to our site and complete an application. www.wearezeus.org

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🤣 Happy New Year! Enjoy the ride.
01/01/2026

🤣 Happy New Year! Enjoy the ride.

This poor dog is in TX and needs trapped after years on the street. The rescue stated they need a foster to move forward...
01/01/2026

This poor dog is in TX and needs trapped after years on the street. The rescue stated they need a foster to move forward and attempt to rescue her. Please share far and wide. You can be anywhere as transportation can be made available.

Animal Rescue & Foster Program

We are in need of small blankets and towels due to the death ā˜ ļø of our dryer, which has made daily washing and drying an...
01/01/2026

We are in need of small blankets and towels due to the death ā˜ ļø of our dryer, which has made daily washing and drying an unfeasible task. The prolonged air drying time results in a shortage of items. If you have any spare crate lining items such as small blankets, throws, crate liners, or towels, we would appreciate donations.

Please drop off clean items at Horse Sense Tack and Feed, LLC in Redbank, Lexington, between 10am-5:30pm Tuesday-Friday, or Saturday 10am-3pm. Items should be boxed or bagged.

ā–¶ļø If you know of anyone willing to part with a functional dryer, please direct them to us!

Some have asked about Zeus. I found the original post from the beginning of his journey with me. It took a while to get ...
12/29/2025

Some have asked about Zeus. I found the original post from the beginning of his journey with me. It took a while to get him, and I thank everyone that helped.

It all started April 10, 2015

This is Zeus. He has a story to tell. In early April 2015, a poster in SC Lost Pets posted there was a dog she found and wanted to locate owner, if not, he was for sale. This outraged members as we do not support selling a lost or found dog or ridding them before attempting to reunite them. When they are offered for sale, this is a red flag for the trade of "dog flipping".

Once the feed got heated and she was questioned by many people on her true intentions, she became defensive and her story changed, numerous times. She stated she wanted him to have a home because she could not keep him. Then she said she worked for the rescue Pawmetto Lifeline and was trying to get him adopted, explaining the adoption fee and the requirement for home visits. Pawmetto immediately posted she is not in any way affiliated with them and for her to please contact them due to misinformation. Instead of backing away and disappearing, she stood ground and started changing her tactics and becoming more defensive.
This is when she posted that someone else posted those photos and him for sale that he was HER dog, her baby and family pet. He was not lost and not for sale.

Questioned further she explained that she let a coworker stay at her house and they used her page to post her dogs for sale behind her back, just moments before she started the new rant. She stated he was successful in selling one dog, her Australian Sheppard, and was waiting on an officer to call her back to file a police report. Per LCSD, no claim or police report was being made at that time. In fact, the same claim she made here was what she claimed and filed a PR on in February earlier that year. So she claimed her Aussie was still missing, stolen if you would, and to keep an eye out.

I knew the situation was grave and the dog was in danger of becoming a flip victim and offered to buy him from her. She said he was not for sale. She also stopped responding to me. So I asked other people to please message her and get her to agree to sell to them as she was avoiding those in the feed. No response.

The very next day, I was provided numerous new posts that this dog and another were both FOR SALE by her on various for sale pages. Remember, this was a friend that stole and sold one and the other was not for sale. They are both mysteriously for sale and in her hands now.

I asked others to reach in and offer to buy them both. She responded to a few of them offering the dog for sale stating he was FOUND recently. Other posts stated he was her pet and needed to go and one stated she took him from someone for $100 to get him out of the horrible conditions he was in and just wanted the $100 back. One friend that reached out to her got a response. She stated she would meet him the next day for cash at the Barnyard Flea market. Not even at his home where the dog would be. During the discussion, she mentioned two additional dogs. So she wanted to sell three now. My decoy stated he would take all three.

The next day, Saturday, April 18, 2015, she met my decoy at the Barnyard Flea Market. I was there with a LCSD K-9 officer to witness the transaction. She did not know I or the officer was present. She showed with only two dogs stating she wanted to breed the female pit-bull. She almost backed out of the Aussie as she said she wants to breed her and changed her mind. She is not spayed and appears to have had puppies.

The two dogs were A) a pit-bull AKA Zeus and B) an Australian Shepherd AKA Betty Boop. She took the $200 cash and traded the dogs with a few explanations on their condition. She stated Zeus was limping because the vet told her he had a pinched nerve (in other posts she stated he was hit by a car or something). She stated she had recently put 30 pounds on him that he was actually thinner. She stated that the Aussie was named C but the shots place has her as name D. Nothing added up. She showed the decoy Zeus' teeth explaining they were filed down a bit not to worry about biting.

After the transaction she was allowed to leave before I approached the truck to meet the dogs. Zeus was in a very small ball in the driver's seat and quiet. Boop was in the back. Being cautious I approached Zeus with my palms together and out. He dropped his head in my palms, went limp and was asleep. We were furious. I could not help but cry. He was so physically and mentally exhausted. It took great care to get him down from the truck to transfer him. He was in obvious pain and his rear legs were not functioning properly.

Once home and introducing took place to my other pets, I was able to observe his physical status. He was clearly starved and brittle. His bones and ribs were protruding and his head hard and sharp from his skull having no mass of fat or meat over it. His tail bone had no mass at all. His eyes were full of puss and swollen. He had wounds all over his muzzle and his ears were jagged and torn. He shook his head constantly. Observation showed they were packed with mites and dirt beyond seeing in his ear canals.
He would occasionally drag both back legs to the floor and pull his lower portion of his body behind him. He would not use his back end. When getting on the couch, he used his entire upper and front body to raise his back portion in full, not touching the couch with either foot. He did not want to eat but drank heavily. I had to stop his drinking to prevent bloat. His legs also shook and shivered when sitting still, signs he was clearly in pain.

The next business day was Monday, April 20, 2015. I took them both to my vet for a thorough examination and to allow documentation of his horrible condition. The doctor concluded that day:
Zeus:
• Was TWENTY (20) pound underweight minimum. He was 57 pounds and should be 80+
• Had wounds on his face and ears
• Had hook worms
• An x-ray showed pellet from being shot
• An x-ray showed a broken left femur gone untreated. This was a HARD break that would require heavy impact. It had established a messy heal and was inflicting walking difficulty, pain and muscle loss.
• His teeth were worn down from chewing on heavy metal from a chain or confinement for long periods of time. He also has two eye teeth that are almost black from wear.
* He had a large hematoma on the back of his neck indicating a very tight bind or being pinched by bites or hands.
• His 1-10 body condition was rated a 2.
• He was referred to the specialist to determine what can be done to repair or save his leg but could not have surgery or go under anesthesia until he gained much more weight as it could be deadly.
Boop:
• Determined to be 5 pounds underweight but in better condition.
• Body condition rated 6 out of 10.

The vet concluded she was filing an abuse and neglect case.

After being seen in his current condition I was able to bathe him. I had to wear a mask to prevent gagging. When I wet him he smelled of rotting flesh and road kill. He was so dirty that the first round with soap rinsed him with clean water. Knowing this was impossible I washed him again. This time the water rinsed dark brown and bloody. It took an additional bath to get him clean enough that the smell stopped and the dirty, bloody water rinsed clean. He was not a brown dog. He has a silver fawn coat.

Cleaning and treating his muzzle sores, a Q-tip was able to push through his lip. The wound punctured through his entire mouth. They were consistent with bite wounds. His ears required me to sedate him and pick the gunk out. After getting them as clean as possible, I applied antibiotic ointment to both. I repeated this treatment for four days before he started to show signs of improvement. He also stopped shaking his head and could hear my commands. His eyes also became clear and clean with no gunk or fluid buildup and swelling was gone.
I immediately began hook worm treatment and pain regimens for Zeus.

I exercised him daily and made him use his leg. He was placed on a special diet of white rice, no grain dry food and prescription moist puppy food. He began eating again over the next day. Within days he was gaining weight and the rice and puppy food stopped. He is now on a routine grain free dry food diet with my other pets.

On his follow up on May 23, 2015, he has gained 10 pounds and regained a great deal of muscle from exercise. He has improved in mobility since he is no longer confined to a pin or tied down with a chain. His head has gained an inch in size around and his bones no longer protrude from his eye sockets or top of his skull. He still has some type of parasite that has been difficult to cure. He will be placed on another round of medication.
In just under two weeks he showed vast improvements and looked healthier. In a matter of four weeks he had gained enough weight to not cause alarm when he was in public. One woman told me I should be reported for abuse of my dog when she saw him. I explained he was in my care because of someone else's abuse and he was starting to improve. She dropped her jaw and could not say anything else.

He is now healthy enough to see the specialist for advice on his leg repair.
Zeus is more mobile than ever. He can run and sit and stand more easily. He still shows resistance with the pain in his leg, but he is using it with the pain therapy and the exercise. He is a playful and very vocal boy. He is friendly and respectful of his master. He listens and obeys me well. When tempers rise he always responds fairly quickly to back down. He has learned his new name fairly quickly, so has Boop.

This same follow-up visit, I took him through PetSmart for socialization. He only barked at a very large dog that first barked at him. I was able to control him and remove him easily. He approached people gently and allowed children and adults alike to pet and interact with him. He stayed by my side and obeyed me when commanded.

Both dogs have shown amazing and quick response to proper food, care and affection. This stands to prove even further that they were neglected, abused and were treated with a cruel and malice manner. Everything this poor dog has been through and exposed to should have caused him to carry a very aggressive behavior, instead he is very docile. He makes the perfect bait dog, non-aggressive, neutered to control drive, injured to prevent retaliation and strong and large enough to maintain. He deserves better. He deserves justice.

Through investigations, information from non parties, neighbors, law enforcement and underground research, this woman is known for stealing, breeding, flipping and hoarding dogs. They are all kept in horrible conditions and she has had reports filed on her numerous times. No arrests were made. She also had to surrender a horse through Animal Control two years prior to this incident. She has filed false police reports according to her friend and neighbor. The police report she filed in February is the same story she claimed was happening now. The dog she filed as stolen in February was the one she said this week was also stolen and still missing, yet she sold her to me the next day. She will continue to ride the radar and make her income by abusing these dogs since she knows nothing will be done to stop it.

December 29, 1025

Although we lost Zeus 12/19/22, he lives on. He never needed that leg surgery because I built him back up with exercise. He was a champion for pitties, fight against abuse, children and their love of dogs and so much more.

The culprit is still actively involved in the same inexcusable activities. The LCAC leadership then and until recent change failed to do their jobs. Records were destroyed, lies were told and jobs were lost. It didn’t make up for what she got away with at their hands. Nothing will.

We strive to get more laws changed and improve ordinances and enforcing the laws on the books. I’m SC this is a huge challenge as our leadership, lawmakers, and enforcers do not hold the same values and have the same concerns as the compassionate citizens that hand them their jobs.

Until we have humans with humanity making these decisions, there will always be a need for rescues.

12/27/2025

The neighbors call the cops on my dad every six months. They think he’s running a fighting ring or flipping pets for profit. For years, I wasn't sure they were wrong.

My father, Frank, is a man of few words and even fewer friends. He lives on a fixed income in a small, weathered house just outside of town. He’s 68, walks with a limp he got in ’71, and spends most of his day in his garage.

But his most controversial habit involves the local animal shelter.

Like clockwork, Dad brings home a dog. Not the cute puppies everyone wants. He picks the "unadoptables." The three-legged pit bulls, the senior labs with gray muzzles, the curs that cower in the corner. For six months, that dog lives like royalty. I’d visit and see Dad hand-feeding them steak scraps, walking them for hours, talking to them in a soft voice he never used with me.

Then, six months later? Gone.

The dog vanishes. No photos, no collar left behind. Just an empty bowl and Dad driving his rusted pickup truck to the shelter to get another one.

"Where’s Barnaby?" I asked last Sunday. Barnaby was a one-eyed Golden Retriever mix he’d had since spring. That dog worshipped the ground Dad walked on.

"Moved on," Dad grunted, staring at his coffee.

"Moved on? Did you sell him, Dad? The neighbors are talking. They say you’re sick."

"Let them talk."

I couldn't take it anymore. I loved Barnaby. The thought of my father selling that sweet soul to some stranger for a few hundred bucks made my stomach turn. So, when I saw him load a bag of high-grade kibble and a new leash into his truck the next morning, I followed him.

I expected him to drive to a breeder or a shady parking lot exchange. Instead, he drove two towns over to a drab apartment complex near the VA hospital.

He pulled up to a ground-floor unit. I watched from my car, phone ready to record evidence, as he knocked on the door.

A young man answered. He couldn't have been older than 25, but he looked 50. He was missing his right arm, and the way he stood—tense, scanning the perimeter—screamed PTSD. I recognized that look. I’d seen it in Dad’s old photos.

Dad didn't say a word. He just whistled.

From the passenger seat of Dad’s truck, a dog jumped out. It wasn't Barnaby. It was "Duke," a German Shepherd he’d had last year. Duke looked incredible. Focused. Calm. He trotted right up to the young man and sat by his left leg, leaning his weight against the boy’s thigh.

The young man crumpled. He fell to his knees, burying his face in Duke’s fur, sobbing. Duke didn't flinch. He just held his ground, anchoring the boy to reality.

Dad handed the young man a thick envelope. Not money—paperwork. Vaccination records. Training logs.

I got out of my car. "Dad?"

He jumped, looking more terrified than I’d ever seen him. He walked me away from the boy, lowering his voice.

"You weren't supposed to see this."

"You trained him," I realized. "You didn't get rid of them. You trained them."

Dad sighed, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. "A fully trained PTSD service dog costs anywhere from fifteen to thirty thousand dollars. The insurance doesn't cover it. The VA has a waiting list a mile long. These boys... they come home, and they can't sleep, they can't go to the grocery store, they can't breathe."

He looked back at the young man, who was now smiling through tears, throwing a ball for Duke with his left hand.

"I can't give them money," Dad said, his voice cracking. "I don't have any. But I know dogs. And I have time."

"But why the secrecy? Why every six months?"

"Because that’s how long it takes to turn a scared shelter dog into a soldier’s lifeline," he said. "Basic obedience, task training, desensitization. I take the broken dogs nobody wants, and I turn them into the partners these kids need."

"And Barnaby?" I asked, my throat tight.

"Delivered him yesterday to a female marine in Ohio. She hadn't left her house in two years. She went to the park this morning."

I looked at my father—the "monster" of the neighborhood. I thought about the heartbreak he must feel every six months. Loving a dog, healing it, sleeping next to it, and then giving it away just when the bond is strongest.

"Does it hurt?" I asked. "Giving them up?"

Dad looked at me, eyes wet. "Every single time. It breaks my heart every six months, kid. I cry all the way home."

He put out his cigarette and looked toward the shelter down the road.

"But then I think about the guy sitting alone in the dark with a loaded gun on his table because he feels like nobody has his back. And I realize... my heart can handle breaking. Theirs can't."

We drove to the shelter together that afternoon. Dad walked straight to the back, to the cage labeled "CAUTION: BITES." Inside was a terrified, snarling mutt that had been scheduled to be put down the next day.

Dad opened the gate and sat on the concrete floor, ignoring the growls. He held out his hand.

"Hey there, soldier," he whispered. "You’ve got a big job ahead of you. Let's get to work."

The neighbors still think my dad is crazy. They see an old man cycling through pets. They don't see the network of veterans across the state who are finally sleeping through the night because of him.

True love isn't about possession. Sometimes, the highest form of love is building something beautiful, just to give it away to someone who needs it to survive.

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