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Saturday, May 3, 2025

Wagging Tales

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Hero Dogs In Stratford

By STARS

**More info: **https://www.townofstratford.com/…/page/animal-adoption

 Meet Chucky, a pit bull with a story unlike any other! Once a resident at the town shelter, Chucky dreamed of more. One stormy night, he made a daring escape through the sewers, heading towards the ocean and freedom.

But fate had a shocking twist! A lightning strike transformed him, giving him a shimmering tail and a mission. He became Chucky the Merdog, protector of the seas!

Despite his heroic deeds, this legendary Merdog is still searching for something precious: a family to call his own.

Chucky isn’t the only unique character waiting for a home! We also have Yeti Long Legs and the unforgettably named Rocco the Farting Dog, each with their own incredible tales. You can read all about their adventures and see more available animals on our Facebook page:

Yeti Long Legs: The Stretch Begins

(Part 1 of the Legend)

Before he was Yeti Long Legs, he was just Yeti—a black dog with big eyes and an even bigger heart, living in a place where love never came. His first family didn’t treat him kindly. They yelled. They ignored him. Sometimes, they hurt him. One day, he ran—through bushes, over fences, away from the shouting. He didn’t know where he was going, just that it had to be better.

But it wasn’t.

Animal control found him curled under a porch, cold and hungry. They brought him to the shelter, where he was given a number and a kennel. It was safer, yes. But Yeti was confused. Sad. Angry. He didn’t understand what he had done wrong to be thrown away.

At night, the shelter echoed with the quiet sorrows of other animals—old dogs whose humans moved away, puppies abandoned in alleys, cats left in boxes on the side of the road. Each story tugged at Yeti’s heart until it felt like it might break.

Then, one strange night, as he lay dreaming of a different life, a spider crept up through a crack in the floor. It scuttled across his blanket and—CHOMP!—bit him square on the butt.

Yeti yelped and leapt to his feet… but something was different.

His legs stretched—long and wobbly like spaghetti noodles. His ears flopped and then twitched… and he could hear everything: a mouse under the floor, a kitten crying two rooms away, a man yelling at a dog four blocks down.

With wide eyes and rubbery limbs, Yeti reached his bendy leg through the bars of his kennel and click—unlocked it. He padded silently down the hall, stretched a toe up to the front door, and slipped into the night.

From that moment on, Yeti knew what he had to do.

He listened. When he heard pain, he ran—faster than a whisper and quieter than the wind. He snuck into homes where animals cried out and wrapped his stretchy legs around the abusers like giant, wiggly ropes. He’d stretch his ears like a parachute and drop from rooftops. He even tied one thief to a lamppost like a bowtie until animal control arrived.

Word spread quickly: there was a superhero in the city with floppy ears and legs like rubber who protected the voiceless. They called him Yeti Long Legs.

He was on every news station. Kids drew pictures of him in school. Shelters started telling scared new arrivals “Don’t worry. Yeti’s out there.”

But through it all, Yeti slept alone, under the stars or in quiet alleyways. Fame wasn’t what he wanted. What he wanted was a real family. One that would hug him gently and mean it. One that would laugh when his ears got tangled. One that would never, ever give up on him.

And so, his mission continues.

Stay tuned for Part 2: Happily Fur-Ever After

Rocco the Farting Dog: The Hero We Didn’t Know We Needed

In a super busy town shelter, in a stainless steel cage with a crooked latch, lived a stout, wrinkly pup named Rocco. His ears were always alert, his eyes full of quiet hope, but no one ever stopped at his kennel. He wasn’t a puppy, or particularly fluffy. He had gas.

Lots of it.

One silent night, as the shelter closed and the world fell asleep, Rocco felt something stir deep inside him. It was powerful. It was urgent. And it smelled… terrible.

With a mighty grunt and a tail twitch, Rocco let out a fart so explosive it echoed off the concrete walls like a thunderclap. The latch on his cage snapped clean off. The kennel door creaked open. Rocco blinked. Then farted again—and blew the door wide open.

He was free.

But freedom wasn’t easy. Rocco wandered the streets, hungry, cold, and ignored. Days passed. Then, under a pile of trash behind a diner, he found it: a half-eaten mystery burrito. It was foul. It was rancid. It was… destiny.

He devoured it.

Moments later, Rocco let out the loudest, most powerful fart of his life—and was suddenly lifted into the air.

He was flying.

Gas-propelled, wiggling his stubby legs midair, Rocco soared across neighborhoods and cities. Wherever he landed, people couldn’t help but smile—partly from his goofy face, partly from the sound of his arrival. Kind strangers gave him food, patted his head, and offered warm blankets. It felt like magic.

That night, Rocco sat under the stars and made a choice: he wouldn’t be the only one to escape, to be loved.

He returned to the shelter in the dark. One by one, he whispered to the dogs, “Clench, aim, and let it rip.” With some effort (and a little digestive coaching), the shelter shook with a symphony of freedom farts as the dogs took off into the sky, tails wagging, to find kind people just like Rocco had.

Rocco didn’t stop there. He visited shelters all over the world, training dogs to unlock their wind-powered wings. His legend grew. Schools taught about him in kindness curriculums. Kids giggled over “The Farting Flight of Freedom,” but they also learned compassion, empathy and grew up to build a world where no animal was abandoned or hungry again.

Rocco the Farting Dog became more than a hero. He became a symbol. A fart-powered legend. And thanks to him, shelters emptied, homes opened, and the world got just a little bit softer, sillier, and so much kinder.

Because sometimes, the greatest superpower… is letting one rip for a better world.

Perhaps you too can be kind and offer Rocco a family to call his own.

For More Info on these SuperDogs and ways to adopt, go to: https://www.townofstratford.com/…/page/animal-adoption

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