Kingwood Animal Sitting

05/08/2026

My daughter Cissie Graham Lynch will be speaking at Rededicate 250: National Jubilee of Prayer, Praise, and Thanksgiving on Sunday, May 17 at 8AM ET on the National Mall. I urge everyone to go out and take a stand for Jesus Christ!

05/03/2026

05/03/2026

Extreme Northern Lights over Montana right now. 🐴

Go out and look up!

05/03/2026

Kingwood Animal Sitting - 713.859.8563

We come to your home and care for your animals two to three times per day. If you have multiple pets, it is a set rate of $40/day for first animal with $5/additional animal. For example; three animals will cost $50.00/day. Feel free to call us at 713.859.8563. Thank you!

11/15/2025

My Dog is so proud! I told him I would post to see how far it goes. We are in N. Carolina

11/13/2025

Thanksgiving and the Holiday Season are approaching! It is time to call before we fill up our schedule! Thank You!

11/03/2025

These skinny, hungry puppies chased a couple on an ATV asking for help 💔

11/03/2025

11/03/2025

I had found him just a few days ago. A tiny dog, trembling, dirty, lost by the side of the road. He weighed almost nothing, and when I picked him up, he clung to me as if afraid I would leave him again. I felt his little heart pounding against my chest, and without thinking, I brought him home. On the way, I told myself it would be temporary — just until I found him a family. Because, honestly, my husband doesn’t like dogs. Or so he had always said.

I was a little anxious when we got home. I wondered how he would react — if he’d complain, refuse, push back. He looked up, sighed, and simply said, “We’ll see.” Needless to say, I wasn’t expecting much. In the first few days, he kept his distance. He kept saying, “Don’t get attached,” that a dog is “work.” And the little one seemed to understand. He didn’t come too close, observing from afar, as if trying to shrink himself to earn his place.

And then today, I came home early. I opened the door and saw them. My husband, wiping the counter, a red apron tied around his waist… and in the big pocket, the little dog, nestled safely, his head poking out, calm and content. A surreal, touching, beautiful scene. This same man, who had claimed not to like dogs, was speaking softly to him, like to a baby: “Don’t worry, little one, we’ll get you back on your paws.” My heart melted. Because love sometimes arrives when you least expect it.

I think that’s the magic of animals. They don’t need words to heal hearts. They don’t judge; they ask for nothing more than attention, a little affection, a reassuring hand. And in return, they give everything. Even the most closed-off hearts eventually succumb to that purity. Because a look of gratitude from a dog touches places no words ever could.

What still breaks me, though, is thinking he was abandoned. That someone once had the heart to leave him alone, outside, without a second glance. How can anyone do that? How can you betray a being that loves you unconditionally? They’re not objects, not toys. They are lives, souls. And far too often, they are discarded when they are no longer “convenient.” It infuriates me — the ease with which some people destroy an animal’s trust.

Adopting is a commitment. It requires time, patience, but above all, love. Yes, there will be messes, fur, sleepless nights. But there will also be laughter, tender moments, and the unique feeling of having saved a life. This little dog, the one nobody wanted, has found far more than a home. He has found a family, a dad he’s already won over, and a new chance to love and be loved.

And I watch this scene, my heart full and heavy. Because in the end, this isn’t just a story about adoption. It’s a story of healing — two souls, human and animal, finding each other at the right time. Sometimes, it only takes a small, lost being to reveal the best in us.