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Colorado Springs campus: 610 Abbot Lane, 719-473-1741
Pueblo campus: 4600 Eagleridge Pl, 719-544-3005
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27/07/2025

The three orange cats in a trench coat have caught The Sunday Sleepies and are now on a very serious mission: to find the Ultimate Nap Spot.

But this isn’t just any nap spot we’re talking about. No, no, no. This must be a nap spot so cozy… so transcendent… so life-altering… that we question how we ever napped anywhere else. A nap spot that changes the game. A nap spot that touches the soul.

And for that, dear humans, we need you. Show us your pet’s favorite nap spots, whether it’s in a laundry basket, on top of your laptop, or in an Amazon box. Photographic evidence is not only encouraged, it is demanded by the Council of Sleepy Oranges.

We are looking for creativity. We are looking for enthusiasm. We are looking for the kind of weirdness that says “yes, I am asleep halfway inside a slipper, what of it?”

🌙 Let the Napscapades begin! 💤💫

26/07/2025

You know that one friend, the quiet one, the gentle soul who hangs back in the crowd? The one who’s kind and soft and full of love, but just a little too shy to put themselves out there? That’s Fe.

When our Animal Law Enforcement team brought Fe to the shelter over a month ago, she was shut down and scared. She didn’t bark or whine for attention; she simply tucked herself into the corner like a wallflower, hoping the world would pass by without noticing.

On top of that, poor Fe needed surgery for entropion, a painful condition affecting her eye. It was a lot for a timid girl already overwhelmed by the shelter environment, all the medical care, staff check-ins, and well-meaning volunteers. Too much, some days.

But from the very beginning, we saw it, that little spark. The quiet strength. The flickers of trust, the tiny steps toward connection. Over time, Fe started to open up. Not in big, flashy ways. But in the soft, quiet moments, the way she leaned into a volunteer’s hand, the way she blinked slowly with those newly healed eyes, the way her tail gave a tentative little wag. We got to see the Fe no one else had yet. The real Fe.

And then… the waiting began.

Every day, Fe sat quietly in her kennel, never jumping up or barking for attention. Just waiting. Hoping. Some days, it felt like she was invisible.

Until one day last week, someone walked through our doors, and somehow, they just knew. Like finding the missing puzzle piece or hearing your favorite song on a hard day. To borrow from Emily Brontë, it was as if Fe’s soul and theirs were made of the same stuff. And just like that, Fe was no longer waiting. She was home. We’ve never seen her happier.

Fe is just one of over 300 animals who found their new home through HSPPR in the past week alone. Every one of them has a story. Every one of them matters. And we are so proud of the incredible team: the staff, volunteers, fosters, and supporters, who help make happy endings like Fe’s possible.

Wishing Fe and all of our beloved alumni a life full of love and happy tails.

25/07/2025

ADOPTED 7/26

When they found me, I was tired all the way down to my bones. My nose was raw and red from the sun, my paws were cracked open like dry earth, and my coat… well, I barely had one left. My ears, my tail, they’d gone stiff and crusted over. I was hungry in a way that made my ribs feel hollow. And I was so tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of hoping. Tired of being invisible.

But I saw someone walking. Didn’t know their name. Didn’t know where they were going. But something in my heart whispered, Try one more time. So I followed.

At first they didn’t hear me. I was quiet; I had learned to be. But then they stopped, turned around, and they saw me. Really saw me. And I can’t explain it exactly, but in that moment, something inside me breathed for the first time in a long while.

They didn’t look away. They didn’t rush off. They pulled out their phone and made a call. And soon after, an Animal Law Enforcement truck pulled up. Now, some dogs get scared when they see a badge, but not me. Y'all, I was relieved. I wasn’t in trouble, I was being saved.

They brought me to the shelter and gave me a name: Tori Kelly. She's a girl with a big voice and big dreams, and I think somehow, past all the pain, they saw that in me, too.

The veterinarians got straight to work. They cleaned me up, rubbed medicine into my skin, brought food I didn’t have to chase. They told me I was the calmest little soul they’d seen in a long time. But that’s only ‘cause they were the kindest people I’d ever met.

Now, I don’t want to talk much about what happened to me before. Not because I forgot. But because I refuse to let those hard times be the whole of my story. I am more than where I’ve been. More than what I’ve lost. More than the pain that tried to claim me. Because of them, because of the people who stopped, who cared, who saw something in me, I’ve started to believe something I never knew before: I deserve love.

I’ve been at the shelter a little while now. They ran all kinds of tests to make sure my body’s catching up to my spirit. And for the most part, I’m good. Real good. The only thing left is my teeth, they’re worn down, some need to come out. The shelter can’t do it here, but they’re waiving my adoption fee so my new family can use that money to help get it done.

I know that's no small thing. I know I’m not a neat little story tied up with a red ribbon. But love doesn't always look perfect. And family doesn't always come easy. I may not be the dog you pictured. But I promise, I’m the dog who will love you with everything I’ve got. Because when you’ve been overlooked, forgotten, left behind… You don’t take love for granted. You cherish it. You protect it. You hold it close.

So please, if you’re not my person, help me find them. Share my story. Speak my name. Tell folks there’s a dog at the shelter who’s walked through the fire and come out soft. All I need is one person. One good heart. One home where I don’t have to be strong all the time. I’ve carried myself this far. Now I’m just waiting for someone to carry me the rest of the way home.

With all the love I've got,
Tori Kelly
The girl who didn’t give up.
https://www.hsppr.org/pet/a1740911/

24/07/2025

ADOPTED 7/25

An Ode to Pigeons

If you'd walked into the shelter on this ordinary Thursday (and most Thursdays are ordinary, unless you're really paying attention), you might not have noticed her at all.

She made no sound. No barking. No tumbling. No wide-eyed display to catch the corner of your gaze. Just a small, grey figure in the back corner, feathers the color of soft charcoal, eyes dark and steady. A pigeon.

Her name is Maybelline.

And if you're wondering what a pigeon is doing in a place like this, a place made for wagging tails and kittens tangled in bits of string, you wouldn't be the first. People pause when they see her. Tilt their heads. Whisper, quietly, as though unsure whether they're seeing her correctly.

"A pigeon? In a shelter? Shouldn't she be outside, like the others?"

But Maybelline isn't a wild thing that wandered in by mistake. She is a pet. She had a person once. A name. A home. A perch that was hers. And then, like so many creatures in this world, she was quietly forgotten. Not deliberately. Not cruelly. Just... slowly. The way things disappear when no one is watching too closely.

You see, pigeons are not quite what we think. We've grown used to them as background noise, shadows on sidewalks, grey blurs over city rooftops. Too common to be cherished. Too familiar to be seen.

There was a time, not so long ago, when pigeons were our companions. Our guides. Our messengers across great distances. There are entire wars we might not have survived without them.

We told Maybelline a story today, one we suspect she already knew deep in her bones. But stories aren't always for the listener. Sometimes, we tell them to remember what matters.

It happened during the First World War. A group of American soldiers, five hundred and fifty of them, were trapped in a forest behind enemy lines. No one knew where they were. They were being fired upon from all sides, including, tragically, from their own allies. They had only three pigeons left. The first two were released and promptly shot down. Then they sent the third. Their last chance.

He was a small bird named Cher Ami, which means "dear friend" in French. Almost immediately he was hit. A bullet tore through his chest. He lost an eye. One leg hung by a tendon. But he kept flying. Twenty-five miles in twenty-five minutes. Just long enough to deliver the message. Just long enough to save the troops.

Cher Ami survived thanks to the Army medics who saved his life. He became a legend, one of only two animals ever honored with a medal for bravery.

But here's the thing: Cher Ami wasn't magical. He wasn't the exception. He was a pigeon, doing what pigeons have always done when they are loved, and called upon, and trusted.

Maybelline has not flown through warzones. She has not carried words between continents or across enemy lines. But she carries something else. The same quiet courage. The same way of loving without needing much in return. The same watchfulness, the same soft loyalty that waits at the edge of things until it's truly seen.

Pigeons need care, just like any other creature. A home. Space to stretch their wings. Food, water, and, above all, someone who sees them not as a curiosity, but as a companion.

If you've ever loved something not because it dazzled, but because it endured, if you've ever found beauty in the quiet, or grace in the overlooked, then Maybelline might be exactly what you didn't know you needed.

There is a quiet kind of heroism in her. Not the trumpet-sounding kind. But the kind that keeps flying anyway. The kind that remembers. The kind that stays.

She is here. Still. A small, feathered witness to a long, beautiful history of loyalty and devotion. And if you are the one who notices, if you are the one who pauses, who looks again, then perhaps, in a world that so often forgets those who are not loud and boisterous, you've just found your quiet hero. Your Dear Friend. Your Cher Ami.

https://www.hsppr.org/pet/a1745403/

23/07/2025

ADOPTED 7/25

Mint Truffle didn't know it, but he was a very big deal. Not just because he had the best name in the whole shelter (though he did), or because of his dashing scales and wise little eyes. No, Mint Truffle was important because, without even knowing it, he became a little girl's biggest inspiration.

When Mint Truffle first arrived at the shelter, his heart was heavy. His person, the one who had fed him and talked to him and made him feel safe, had passed away, and Mint Truffle didn't understand why everything had suddenly changed. One minute he was in a warm, familiar home, and the next he was in a place where the lights hummed and the air smelled like rabbit food and dog shampoo. People were kind and gentle here, but still, he missed what he had known. And maybe, in the quiet moments, Mint Truffle felt a little bit... invisible. After all, he wasn't a fluffy puppy with a wagging tail or a tiny kitten with a squeaky meow. He was just a bearded dragon. Small. Scaly. Different.

Then, last Thursday (important things often happen on Thursdays), something changed.

A group of kids tiptoed into the small animal room, their eyes wide with curiosity and wonder. They were part of Whiskers & Wags Camp, and today's lesson was about the creatures that didn't bark or purr, but who were just as wonderful in their own quiet way. One of the animal care specialists walked over to Mint Truffle's enclosure and gently lifted him out, cradling him like a treasure in his hands. As the specialist spoke about bearded dragons, their calm nature, their funny little head bobs, their love of basking under warm lights, Mint Truffle looked up. And that's when it happened.

He saw her.

One small girl, standing, eyes wide, staring back at him like he was the most magical creature she had ever seen. Her eyes were full of sparkles and questions. She didn't giggle or squirm or look away. She just watched him, like he mattered. Because to her, he did.

Now, Mint Truffle has no idea what happened next, but we do. When that little girl got home, she sat down with her sister and made an entire PowerPoint presentation about bearded dragons. She filled it with facts and pictures and reasons why one day they should adopt one just like him. She became Mint Truffle's biggest fan, and he didn't even know it.

We tell this story for two reasons. First, because we are so proud of the way our shelter teaches kids to love and respect all animals, not just the fluffy ones, but the ones with scales and shells and silent stories, too. That little girl is going to grow up to be an incredible animal advocate, and we can't wait to see the lives she'll touch because of Mint Truffle.

But also, we tell this story for anyone who might be feeling a little like he did: lost, unsure, forgotten. Sometimes, just being yourself is more powerful than you know. Sometimes, you're making someone's day, or changing someone's future, just by existing. Just by being you.

So if you, like that little girl, feel a little spark of excitement when you hear about a gentle, soulful bearded dragon named Mint Truffle, come meet him. We've heard he's very inspiring.

23/07/2025

It’s time for your weekly dose of Hand-Picked Cats!

These kitties are truly something special, so we’ve gone full fairy godmother mode and waived their adoption fees to help them find their new homes! Meet the fabulous felines of the week and help us shout their names from the rooftops (or, more realistically, your group chats, DMs, and anywhere cat people gather). Swing by our Colorado Springs shelter to meet them in person, or fall in love from afar at hsppr.org/pets.

Let’s get these cuties home, they’ve got naps to take, snacks to demand, and lives to change.
(*$20 license fee may still apply.)

22/07/2025

This is My Homie.

No... seriously...that’s his name. Our staff got so obsessed with this sweet dude during processing that they decided we needed to make it clear that he was part of the crew, and one of the homies. So now you can literally say “I just adopted My Homie” and mean it in both the spiritual and legal sense.

My Homie would like to remind you to grab all your homies tomorrow, July 23rd, and join us at Peaks N Pines Brewing Company - Tutt for Happy Tails Happy Hour from 5:00 to 7:00 PM! For every beer you sip, $1 will be donated to HSPPR to help animals like My Homie find their new homes. That’s right, you can save a life while you sip an IPA.

Now, real talk: My Homie could really use a home of his own. He’s a total sweetheart who would thrive with a little patience, some gentle training, and slow intros with any future doggy roomies. He’s the kind of loyal ride-or-die friend who just wants someone to believe in him. Could that someone be you?

Come meet My Homie at our Colorado Springs shelter and see why our staff fell head-over-paws in love with him.

And don’t forget, we’ll see you and your homies tomorrow night at Peaks N Pines! Drink beer. Help animals. Be legendary. 🐶🍻💕

21/07/2025

If you know anything about the rock 'n' roll lifestyle, you know it comes with blurry nights, bail money, at least one restraining order from a Denny's, and a swimming pool incident that still haunts local law enforcement. Eventually, the line between urban legend and "oh no, that actually happened" melts into one eyeliner-smeared fever dream.

Did Ozzy really snort a line of ants? Did Keith Moon actually drive a Rolls-Royce into a Holiday Inn pool? Did Slash leap out of a bathroom window because he thought the alien from Predator was in the hallway?

No one knows for sure. And that's exactly the kind of mystique Rockstar the cat brings to the table.

Rockstar is a three-legged enigma. An international feline of mystery. A cautionary tale in at least six countries and banned from three. He crash-landed at our Pueblo shelter like the last surviving member of a hair metal band that got kicked off Warped Tour and blacklisted from Coachella.

According to rumors, a local fan spotted him lurking around for a week, battle-worn and unbothered, with a leg injury so gnarly it looked like he'd lost a knife fight with a lawnmower. Our vet team took one look and said, "Yeah, that leg's been through more trauma than a motel lamp during a Mötley Crüe after party."

Officially, he had an open carpal fracture. That’s med-speak for "his leg was totally wrecked and rockin’ a serious infection."

So with “I Wanna Be Sedated” blasting in the background, the team made the most responsible and simultaneously most metal decision possible: amputation. (It’s rare when those two things align. But when they do? Destiny.)

Now Rockstar’s recovering, lounging like a washed-up lead singer who still insists on doing shirtless photo shoots. We’ve been trying to piece together what actually happened to him, but getting the truth out of this dude is like interviewing Nikki Sixx two minutes after being resuscitated. So instead, we present the rumored origins of Rockstar’s legendary leg loss. Pick your favorite. Believe all of them. Or none. Like any good rock story, the truth lives somewhere between the police report and the power ballad they wrote about it.

1. The Rooftop Show Incident
It was 3 a.m. at an illegal rooftop show above a v**e shop. The amps were stolen. The crowd was rabid. Rockstar launched off a stack of stolen microwaves mid-guitar solo, attempted a triple corkscrew into a kiddie pool full of expired PBR and landed wrong.
2. "More Fire"
He hissed at the pyro guy and demanded, “More fire.” Pyro guy said no. Rockstar lit a cigarette off a Roman candle. Feather boa caught fire. Chaos. He kicked over the entire stage rig, screamed “VIVA LA DESTRUCTION!”, and was last seen limping into the darkness.
3. Raccoon Drag Race
He challenged the leader of a raccoon biker gang to a no-helmets, no-rules motorcycle drag race. Mid-race, he cracked open a can of tuna with one claw, popped a wheelie, and launched off the bike like a tiny comet made of eyeliner and bad decisions. Woke up in a ditch with a fish skeleton tattoo and zero regrets.
4. "The Litter Box Diaries" Tour
300 miles into a tour that made the S*x Pistols' American run look like a holiday. The roadies forgot the tuna. Rockstar flipped out, pried open the emergency hatch of the tour van, and swan-dived onto a Waffle House parking lot. Limped inside, stole a can of cat food from a kid’s backpack, and vanished into the night.
5. Shark Bite Promo Shoot
To promote his solo EP “Teeth”, he demanded a real underwater shoot with a live shark. The shark, a Pisces and longtime fan, got too excited and took a nibble. Rockstar swam out, bleeding, yelled “PRINT IT,” and passed out in a hot tub.
6. The Minibar Explosion
Some say he tried to ride a room service cart into the minibar. Others swear he was trying to punch through the drywall to fistfight the ghost of Johnny Rotten. Either way, the minibar exploded. When they found him, he was covered in glitter, clutching a curling iron, and had a broken leg. He muttered, “...worth it.”

Whichever version you believe, Rockstar is still standing on three legs. And he’s not slowing down. If you’ve ever dreamed of adopting a living legend who’ll judge your playlist, hog your snacks, and nap like a roadie after the final show, come meet Rockstar at our Pueblo shelter.

This cat’s already burned through a few lives. But trust us, he’s not done making headlines.

https://www.hsppr.org/pet/a1743790/

20/07/2025

☀️ One More Thing for Your Summer Bucket List: Protect Your Pet! 🐾

Summer is in full swing, your calendar is packed with hikes, road trips, dog-friendly patios, pool days, and more popsicles than you can count. But before you dive headfirst into all that fun, we’ve got one quick thing to add to your to-do list:

✅ Schedule your pet’s annual wellness check-up and vaccines!

We know, we know, it’s not as flashy as a pool float shaped like a unicorn, but keeping your pet healthy is the real key to an unforgettable summer.

While most folks know HSPPR as a shelter, we’re so much more than that. Our affordable wellness clinics in both Pueblo and Colorado Springs are here to help your pet stay healthy and up-to-date with annual exams and low-cost vaccines without breaking the bank.

Think of it as a summer tune-up for your best friend. Just like you wouldn’t hit the road without checking your car, you shouldn’t head out for dog park playdates or lake days without making sure your pet is protected from common illnesses.

Whether you’ve got a zoomie-prone pup or a sunbeam-loving cat, keeping them feeling their best means more memories, more cuddles, and fewer vet emergencies. And that’s what we’re all about, keeping pets and their people together, happy and healthy, all year long.

📅 Book your appointment today with one of our wellness clinics and cross off the most important item on your summer checklist! https://bit.ly/43XuHxp

19/07/2025

A long time ago (last week), in a galaxy far, far away (the Colorado Springs Shelter)…Obi Wan Kenobi was searching for his New Hope.

He’d been waiting patiently at the shelter for three whole weeks, with no visitors, no missions, and no chosen one. Just a cozy kennel and a lot of quiet contemplation (possibly about the Clone Wars, or the betrayal of a certain lava-soaked apprentice).

Obi Wan came to us after his person could no longer care for him (or maybe he was just seeking sanctuary from the Empire). Either way, when he arrived, he was a little scared, a little unsure, and a lot like, well… Obi Wan Kenobi.

He found a quiet corner, disappeared into his “cave,” and went into full Jedi Hermit Mode.

Now, hermit cats? They're not exactly the easiest to adopt out. Because if you've visited our Colorado Springs shelter, you know the front lobby is full of tiny Ewoks...er, cats...all pawing at the doors, meowing, flirting, and practicing Jedi mind tricks to win you over.

But what you might not know is that we’ve got a whole other crew of quieter cats, cats like Obi Wan, who prefer the calm of the back rooms. It's quieter back there. Safer. Fewer stormtroopers. Lower drama.

These cats aren’t hiding because they don’t want love, they’re just waiting for the right person to see them.

And then one day, it happened. Obi Wan had a visitor. Someone asked to meet him. And just like that moment on Tatooine when Luke stumbled into his life, this meeting felt like destiny. Obi Wan looked up, blinked slowly… and knew he’d never have to wander the galaxy alone again.

So if you’re looking for a feline Padawan, we’ve got plenty up front. But if your heart's telling you to go deeper, to explore beyond the main hangar bay, ask our staff. Some of the best cats in the galaxy are hanging out behind the scenes, waiting for someone to believe in them.

Who knows? You just might be their New Hope. 💫

18/07/2025

So You've Chosen to Pledge Eternal Allegiance to a Tiny Overlord (a.k.a. You're Adopting a Cat)

Cue the thunder. Cue the ominous pipe organ. Cue the dramatic close-up of a paw slowly knocking a glass off your nightstand. Yes… The prophecy has been fulfilled.

You, dear mortal, have willingly volunteered to serve a most cunning, fluffy, and judgmental master. A being of pure ambition, shadowy intentions, and a deep, irrational fear of your vacuum cleaner. You have… adopted a cat.

Welcome to the beginning of your descent into henchpersonhood. Here is your training manual.

Phase One: Arrival at the Lair
You bring your new overlord home. You expect fireworks, declarations of conquest, perhaps a villain monologue. Instead, they vanish. Into the shadows. Beneath your bed. Behind your couch. Inside a drawer that physically should not be open.

This is normal. Your evil genius is observing. Calculating. Judging your throw pillows.

They require a Fortress of Solitude, a secure room with food, water, litter box, hiding spots, and dramatic lighting (optional but encouraged). Do not disturb. Do not chase. Do not call them "baby." You may quietly whisper phrases like, "Your lair is ready, my liege," and leave.

Phase Two: The Long Silence
Days pass. You glimpse a shadow at 2:07am. A crunching noise. A single glowing eyeball in the hallway. Is your new ruler a ghost? A specter? A manifestation of your deepest anxieties?

No. They are a cat. And they are testing you. You are not being ignored. You are being evaluated. Remain calm. Do not force contact. Do not attempt to pick them up. Your reward will come when they deem it so.

Phase Three: Establishing Routine
Evil geniuses crave structure. This is not chaos, it is an orchestrated regime change.

Feed them at the same time every day. Scoop their litter box on schedule. Offer play sessions like clockwork. Your consistency will earn you… not affection, no, that's laughable. But acknowledgement. And that is everything.

Phase Four: No Touchy Touchy
There will come a moment when your villain stares into your soul from atop a bookshelf, and you will think: "They love me. They're ready to be pet."

You are wrong. That is a trap. Do not fall for it.

Villain affection must be earned through ritual, tribute (treats), and quiet respect. Sit near them. Speak softly. Show them you are weak but willing to serve. Consent is crucial. This is not a buddy-cop movie. This is a dictatorship.

Phase Five: The Solo Act
You may be tempted to introduce your evil genius to the other creatures in your home, your dog, your other cat, your unsuspecting goldfish named Kevin.

STOP.

Your villain is not ready for partnerships. They are not applying for the Avengers. They are building their empire. Give them time to solidify their master plan before introducing them to potential rivals. Or Kevin.

Phase Six: Accidents in the Lair
Sometimes, even evil masterminds crack under pressure. Litter box accidents may occur. Do not scold them. Do not banish them to the dungeon. Instead, move the box closer to their hiding spot, clean it regularly, and whisper calming words like, "The rug was ugly anyway."

Their confidence will grow. Their control will return. The carpets will heal. The power will rise again.

Phase Seven: True Sidekickhood
Eventually, they will emerge, tail high, eyes gleaming, claws slightly extended. They will jump onto the couch beside you and stare until you slide over six inches to give them more space. They will demand pets, only to walk away mid-stroke like you've offended their ancestors.

But you? You'll feel it. You've been chosen. The bond is formed. You are no longer just a roommate. You are their new minion. The legally obligated human servant to their petty tyranny.

And it. Is. Glorious.

If you encounter any unusual behavior or villainous plotting beyond your level of clearance, please contact our Behavior Hotline. Think of them as licensed supervillain psychologists trained to help henchpeople just like you navigate power struggles, midnight zoomies, and sofa coups.

Schedule your villain support session here: https://bit.ly/4klweCG

Now go. Fulfill your destiny. Your evil genius awaits. 🐾💥🖤

17/07/2025

It was so hot in that car.

At first, it felt kinda nice, like when you find the perfect sunny spot on the carpet and you curl up and sigh real big. But then it got hotter. And hotter. And then… it wasn’t nice anymore.

The air stopped moving, and my paws felt funny, and it got hard to breathe. I tried barking for help, and panting, and moving around, but everything felt sticky and heavy. I got really scared. Then I got really tired.

But then… someone saw me.

They made a phone call and then a lady came. She was an officer from Animal Law Enforcement and she opened the door and picked me up and said, “Oh, baby… you’re okay now.”

She told someone the dashboard was 118 degrees. And the back seat, where I was, was 107. I don’t really know what those numbers mean, but… I think that’s why my head felt dizzy and my tongue wouldn’t stay in my mouth right.

But then, oh my goodness, you guys… AIR CONDITIONING. And water. Cold, beautiful water. She let me drink as much as I wanted, and I felt like a whole new pup. I even gave her a little tail wag. It was a tired one, but it was my best.

My name is Michael Jordan, and I’m at the Humane Society, waiting for a new home. But while I’m here, I wanna help my friends at Animal Law Enforcement talk to you about hot cars. ‘Cause I’m one of the lucky ones.

Because the truth is, dogs like me can die in hot cars. It doesn’t even have to be super hot outside. Even when it’s just 75 degrees, a car can turn into a little oven in less than 30 minutes. Cracking a window doesn’t help.

And even if you didn’t have any bad intentions, leaving a dog in a hot car is considered criminally negligent. It’s really serious.

So please, if you love your dog and you can’t take them inside with you, let them stay home. We’ll wait. We’ll be good. We’ll wag our tails when you come back.

And if you see a dog like me left in a hot car, please call Animal Law Enforcement at 719-302-8798. Or 911 if the dog is unconscious or really sick. You might be the only one who notices. You might be the one who saves them. Like someone saved me.

Thanks for listening. Please share my story; it could help save a life.

Love,
Michael Jordan (the dog, not the basketball guy) 🐾

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Humane Society of the Pikes Peak Region is the largest nonprofit animal shelter in southern Colorado. We help nearly 28,000 animals every year. HSPPR is a local, independent nonprofit that relies on donations from individuals and foundations to fund its many humane programs. For more information, visit www.hsppr.org.

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