Adopted January 2012
My friends and I were rescued from a local theatre company. We were all understudies in a production earlier this year, and we were left with nowhere to go after the play was over. Theatre was new to me, as I have mostly lived on the rails riding from town to town. I stopped off in Austin and decided to stay for awhile. However, I still quite enjoy a good jaunt every now and then. I’d love to live close to a rail station. I promise I’ll always come home.

Adopted January 2012
Well, hello there… I’m Sondra. I can handle all of your secretarial needs. Pick up your shirts from the cleaners? No problem, sir! Keep your wife away from the office? Why, of course I can! I’m an expert in all manner of complicated affairs, and I make an amazing cup of coffee. I look forward to meeting you!

Adopted in January 2012
I was abandoned by my owner at one year of age (8 in stuffed animal dog years). I was born with a very large head. I am very cuddly and I would love to snuggle on my new owner’s lap on a cold day. I love playing with stuffed dog toys. Because I don’t have teeth, I can promise never to destroy my toys, and never to take a bite of your newly-iced birthday cake. Grooming me is a breeze, and I don’t shed either! I enjoy long walks with my owner, but they’re not necessary. I’m pretty happy just hanging around the house, even when you’re at happy hour after work!

I ended up at The S.A.R.F. after my owners’ divorce. They told me it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t help but feel a little responsible, like maybe I came between them. I mean, I did actually sleep in between them every night. And when they split everything up, they couldn’t decide where I would go. They could have just cut me in half- since I don’t have any pain receptors or anything. But instead, they gave me up. It’s okay though. I have made a lot of new friends here, and I’m ready to find a new home.

Adopted in January 2012
Hi! My name is Justin, but you can call me Justin. Ha!! I’m a lovable dog with a great sense of humor. And I like to cuddle! I love playing with other stuffed dogs and live humans, and I can’t wait to find a new family! My mother was a stray stuffed dog, and I’m not sure who my father was‚Ķ but that’s pretty normal for stuffed animals. I don’t mind! If you like taking walks and joking around, you’ll love hanging out with me! I can’t catch a frisbee, though, because I can’t jump. But I can do other stuff, like watching reality tv with you and watching you eat dinner!

Adopted January 2012
I was abandoned by the side of the road and rescued by a friend of The S.A.R.F. He brought me to headquarters, where they welcomed me and would have given me food and water if I were of a species that needed those things. They’re currently helping me deal with my past. We’re doing a bit of regression therapy so I can regain the traumatic memories I’ve pushed deep into my subconscious. So far, I’ve figured out that I was born around the holidays. I’m hoping to uncover more soon, but I can’t rush these things.

Adopted in January 2012
I think it’s important to like yourself for who you are. Like, you can’t try to be something you’re not. If you’ve been given a gift, you’re kind of obligated to use it. You’re not going to be happy any other way. You have to go with what your heart tells you. Use what you’ve been given. That’s what I think.

Adopted in December 2011
Single stuffed male frog seeks loving companion for walks on the beach, snuggles in back seats of cars, general fun times. Flowery print, athletic build. I enjoy romantic dinners, going to movies, and sometimes just watching television with my sweetheart.

Adopted in November 2011
No matter who’s owned me, it’s always been the same thing. Everyone’s always asking me questions. Ridiculous questions. Just yesterday my dove friend calls and says, “Hey Enrico, how many seas would I have to sail before I’ll find a good sandbar to sleep on?” And I’m thinking, “Are you kidding me? What kind of a question is that?” You know he’s not asking his donkey friend this question. Just because I’m an owl! They think I know things! And there’s always this one, “How many licks is it gonna take me to get to the middle of my lollipop?” It’s offensive, really. Not to mention the fact that they ALWAYS neglect to give me size of the tongue involved or the acidity of the licker’s saliva, or the moisture content of the room in which it’s being licked, or the density- or even the size- of the lollipop. I say to them, “I can only give you a rough estimate with the data you’ve provided.”
You give me more, I’ll give you more. Come on, people, what do you expect?

Adopted in December 2011