We run MsDawn's Adopt Me Rescue outside Palestine TX. We are a 501c3 non profit charity. All donations to us are tax deductible. Below is a list of needed items. We are mostly a dog rescue however we occasionally have other critters for adoption. We also accept livestock. See Our Adoptable Animals and Listing of Other Rescues Below!

We are desperately in need of the following:

  • Alfalfa
  • All American Pressure Canner
  • Animal Accessories
  • Baby Pool
  • Box Van
  • Business's To Host Adoption Events
  • Business's To Host Donation Canisters
  • Campers
  • Canning Jars
  • Cat Condos
  • Cat Food
  • Chain Link Fencing
  • Chain Saw
  • Chicken Coops
  • Chicken Feed
  • Cleaning Supplies
  • Covered Liter Boxes
  • Critter Cages
  • DE <food grade>
  • Dog Food
  • Dog Houses/Igloos
  • Feeders
  • Flea Meds
  • Folding Tables
  • Goat Food
  • Green House
  • Hammocks
  • Hand Tools
  • Hay
  • Heart Worm Meds
  • Heavy Duty Clothing Racks
  • Kitty Litter
  • Lawn Mower 
  • Lime
  • Locations To Hold Yard Sales
  • Lumber and Building Supplies 
  • Newer Desk Top Computer
  • Newer LapTop
  • Outside Kennels
  • Patio Furniture
  • Pea Gravel
  • Peat Moss
  • People To Adopt
  • People To Foster
  • People to Host Fundraisers
  • People To Volunteer
  • Picnic Tables
  • Plastic Crates
  • Plastic Storage Tubs
  • Plywood
  • PopUp Canopys
  • Portable 10x20 Garages
  • Power Tools 
  • Privacy Fencing
  • Rabbit Feed
  • Rabbit Hutches
  • Real Wood Shelves
  • Revolving Book Racks
  • Riding Lawn Mower
  • Stock Trailer
  • Storage Sheds
  • Tarps
  • Tractor
  • Trimmers
  • Utility Trailer
  • Waterers
  • Weed Wacker
  • Wire Cages
  • Wire Fencing
  • Yardsale & Household Items in Good Condition

Thanks for considering us. And if you know anyone needing a large size dog let me know, they make wonderful pets. Feel free to pass this info on to your family, friends, neighbors, and co workers. Cash donations are accepted through our paypal link below.

Sincerely MsDawn 903 764 0097



Grey Tabby Male, Orange Tabby Female

Mother cat is shy and scared, needs home

We call her Fat Cat, she is a very good mom, and feed others' kittens


Dixie fully housetrained and spayed

Jade still awaits her forever home

Dixie is awesome

Look at that face! Freddie


Goldie and Sam

Mammasita needs YOU!

Male grey tabby

female orange tabby

Buddy... passive young male

Hunter Pointer (?) mix

Allie and Sam

awesome sister and brother shepard mixes



Jade-rat terrier 6 yrs

Dixie 5 yrs



dixie missy jade

Maggie young pit mix ADOPTED

Freddie alpha male mutt




Our Website:

Pics of adoptable animals here...
More animal pics and our property pics...


How Could You? 
By Jim Willis 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics
and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite
a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw
pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"
you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" --
but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because
you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.
I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening
to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that
life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks
and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only
got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said),
and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home
at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on
your career, and more time searching for a human mate.
I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks
and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions,
and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you
fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still
welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and
obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your
excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they
smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and
you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of
my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner
of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to
my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked
fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me
kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their
touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I
would have defended them with my life if need be. I would
sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret
dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in
the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a
dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and
told them stories about me. These past few years, you just
answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from
being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every
expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and
you and they
will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets.
You've made the right decision for your "family," but there
was a time when I was your only family. I was excited
about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.
It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find
a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a
pained look. They understand the realities facing a
middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as
he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!"
And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught
him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility,
and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye
pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to
take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to
meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew
about your upcoming move months ago and made no
attempt to find me another good home. They shook their
heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their
busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I
lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed
my pen, I rushed to the
front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind --
that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least
be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I
realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention
of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far
corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end
of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a
separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told
me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what
was to come, but there was also a sense of relief.
The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was
more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I
know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She
gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran
down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used
to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the
hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the
cool liquid coursing through my body,
I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured
" How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said
" I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it
was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where
I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend
for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from
this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried
to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?"
was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I
was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so
much loyalty.
The End

A note from the author:
If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it,
as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite
story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each
year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is
welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose,
as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in
newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards.
Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is
an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and
sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for
your animal is your responsibility and any local humane
society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice,
and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the
killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to
prevent unwanted animals. 


If you would like to be added to this list- send all info
to us at 

A Different Breed-Dallas TX

Angels Rescue of North Texas -Dallas TX
Animal Allies Of Texas-Dallas TX                                             
Animal Angels -N. Central TX                                                          
Animal Defense League No Kill Shelter -San Antonio TX
Animal Friends Humane Society No Kill Shelter -San Antonio TX
Animal Refuge Foundation -Sherman TX
Best Friends -Kanab AZ/Utah                                                             
Chihuahua-Rescue -Fort Worth TX
Classy Cats  -Roanoke TX                                                               
Clay County No Kill Animal Shelter -Henrietta TX
Coppell Humane Society -Coppell TX
Creekside Farm Horse Rescue -Carrollton TX                                
DFW Dachshund Rescue - DFW TX                                          
DFW Humane -Irving TX
DFW Lab Rescue -DFW TX
DFW Sheltie Rescue -Frisco TX
Doberman Rescue Of North Texas -North TX
Dog n Kitty City  -Dallas TX                                                       
East Lake Pet Orphanage -Dallas TX                                        
Feral Friends  -Richardson TX                                                         
Frisco Humane Society -Frisco TX                                            
Fuzzy Friends Rescue -Waco TX
Golden Retrievers Rescue Of North Texas -Dallas
Granbury Friends For Animals No Kill -Granbury TX
Great Dane Rescue of North TX  -DFW TX
Greyhounds Unlimited -North and Central TX
Guinea Pig Rescue -Lewisville TX                                                    
Happy Endings Dog Rescue -Dallas TX                                    
HOPE Adoption Group -Houston TX
Legacy Equestrian Center -Celina TX                                        
Lexees Legacy -Carrollton TX
Metroplex Animal Coalition -Collin,Dallas,Denton,Tarrant Counties TX
Metroport Humane Society  -Roanoke TX
New Beginnings Cat Rescue -Garland TX 
Operation Kindness -Carrollton TX
Pals For Pooches -Humble TX
Puddins Place No Kill Shelter -Lumberton TX
Richardson Animal Shelter -Richardson TX
Sara Sanctuary -Seguin TX
Stray Dog -Gun Barrel City TX                                
Treasured Friends -Dallas TX
United Yorkie Rescue -Nationwide
Warm Fuzzys -Drexel MO