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10 a.m.–2 p.m.
Open Monday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
9 a.m– 1 p.m.
Donation days: Donations are accepted the first Sunday of the month and on Thursdays and Fridays.
Hi… my name is Rocky, Adopted 12-22-17 Losing your job is bad enough, but after my mom lost hers, she had to move to a smaller, “no pets allowed,” apartment and that meant losing my housemates, Simon, Inky, and me too! It was especially hard on all of us because we’re loving, outgoing felines who […]
Hi… my name is Tango, Adopted with Keno 8-27-17 I guess someone had dancing on their mind when my littermates, Twist, Jitterbug, and I were named! We were just wee little things when we arrived so went to live with a foster mom until we “made weight” and could come to TALGV to show off […]
Hi… my name is Max, Adopted 8-25-17 There are tiny doggies and then there’s me: A 140-pound, 6-year-old brindle Mastiff male. Take me for a walk and strangers may smile and wave, apparently so impressed by my size. But I’m used to it—I just grew this way! Plus, for years I’ve lived with Oreo, a […]
Hi… my name is Chucky, Adopted 8-11-17 One thing I’ve learned for sure: Tough times can make you appreciate good times all the more. Last spring, I was hit by a car. My pelvis and both hind legs were broken, but after some great medical care, today I’m a happy, active, super charming guy. Granted, […]
Hi… my name is Socho, Adopted 12-21-17 You know it’s really tough when you’ve lived with one person all your life and then they’re not there anymore. My beloved dad is now in hospice care, and I do miss him awfully, but after being at TALGV for just a while, I’m finding that other humans […]
Hi… my name is Darcy, Adopted 8-6-17 I’ve experienced some big changes in my young life. My owner died, his family couldn’t keep me, a kind friend fostered me for a few weeks, and now I’m here. But I’m still a typical puppy—fun-loving, cute, and energetic. Plus I have special qualities that make me who […]
Hi… my name is Biggs, Adopted 4-14-18 The volunteers gave me a close going over when I arrived here, noticing an injured toenail, missing skin from a paw pad (I walked some hot paths when I was lost), and they called me skinny—which meant more kibble in my dish. Even better, they called me gentle […]
