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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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09/01/2025

Happy Labor Day from all of us at HSPPR! 🐾☀️

We hope your day is filled with sunshine, family time, grilling, and maybe a few extra treats for your furry friends (they work hard, too)!

A quick reminder: Adoptions and Veterinary Services at our Colorado Springs and Pueblo shelters are closed today, September 1. Admissions and Lost & Found will be open from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., and our Animal Law Enforcement team is available for emergencies.

A huge shoutout to our amazing staff who are spending their holiday caring for the animals still waiting for their new homes, you all are amazing! 💖

We’ll be back to our normal hours tomorrow, Tuesday, September 2.

Wishing you a fun, safe, and paw-some Labor Day! 🐾✨

08/31/2025

A few weeks ago, on an ordinary morning in Pueblo, a tiny puppy named Maggie was left at a fire station. She was only about three months old, with eyes as bright as morning sunshine and a tail that tried its very hardest to wag through the pain. You see, Maggie had a little trouble with her front leg: it was broken. Perhaps she had been hit by a car, or perhaps some other misfortune had found her, but what mattered most was that she needed help, and quickly.

When we first met Maggie, she limped along, but that did not stop her from coming up to say hello, seeking love from anyone she thought might have a little extra to spare. There was a sparkle in her eyes that whispered of hope, and yet behind that sparkle was the quiet ache of a puppy who had already known more pain than anyone should at three months old.

Maggie went to a specialist for surgery, and now she rests in a foster home until our veterinary team clears her for adoption. Slowly, she is learning the world can be a gentle and joyful place. But gentle things need a little help sometimes. Maggie needs your kindness to heal her little leg and to help her grow into a healthy, joyful puppy who can scamper and play without pain in a home where she's loved.

Here's the wonderful part: right now, your kindness can do twice as much. Thanks to the James & Helen McCaffery Charitable Trust, every gift you make today, August 31st, will be MATCHED up to $25,000. That means your generosity will go twice as far. Helping Maggie and so many other animals like her who are waiting for a chance to be loved and cared for.

Your gift today doesn't just help Maggie; it helps every animal waiting in our shelters for their second chance. When you give, you are giving more than money. You are giving hope, comfort, and the chance for a brighter tomorrow. Please give today at the link below and help Maggie and her friends find happiness and healing!
https://bit.ly/4260HgW

08/30/2025

When Deacon first arrived at HSPPR, he was hurting. He had been attacked by another dog, leaving his back legs covered in wounds. Walking was painful for him, and sometimes his legs would simply give out beneath him. But even on the hardest days, when standing seemed impossible, Deacon never lost his gentle spirit. He greeted staff with those soulful eyes and carried himself with quiet bravery, as if he knew love and hope were just around the corner.

Our veterinary team cared for him tirelessly, monitoring every step, and writing careful notes each day, hoping that his lameness was only temporary. And through it all, Deacon’s sweetness shone. His tail still wagged, his heart still trusted, and he reminded us all of the resilience of animals who just need a second chance.

And then, the day we had all been waiting for came: Deacon was officially medically cleared. His wounds were healed, his strength returning, and for the first time since arriving, his future felt wide open. Not long after, the best news of all: Deacon was adopted. Our handsome, brave boy finally found his new family, and with it, the safe and loving life he always deserved.

Deacon’s story is just one of so many. Every day, pets like him arrive at our doors needing healing, support, love, and patience before they’re ready for their happy ending. And every day, because of adopters like you, they find it.

Do you have a story like Deacon’s? Are you the proud parent of an HSPPR alum who needed a little extra help before they came home with you? Maybe they were shy and our behavior team helped them blossom. Maybe, like Deacon, they overcame medical struggles with extra care. Maybe they found comfort in a foster home before finally coming home to you.

Whatever your story, Petco Love wants to hear it. When you share your adoption story through Petco Love Stories, you don’t just celebrate the joy your pet has brought into your life; you could also help HSPPR earn up to $100,000 in lifesaving funding. That’s funding that goes directly to helping the next Deacon, the next shy soul, the next animal waiting for their chance. Plus, you and your pet could win some wonderful surprises of your own!

https://petcolove.org/adopt/love-stories/

Please consider submitting your Love Story today, for Deacon, for the pets still waiting, and for the happy tails yet to come. 💕

08/29/2025

Hi… um, are you the only one there? Good. I don’t think I could handle a crowd right now. It’s easier to talk when it’s just one person.

My name is Krumm. Some people tease me and call me a scaredy-cat, but I’m not scared or a cat. I’m just a pup who’s had to be... cautious. Maybe more cautious than a one-year-old should ever have to be. The truth is, I didn’t come from an easy start. I came from the streets, where every day was loud and uncertain. Cars rushed past. Strangers hurried by. I never knew what was safe and what wasn’t. I learned to keep my head down, to tuck myself away, to pretend I was tougher than I felt.

Out there, I discovered a few things no young dog should have to know. I know that trusting someone is a risk. I know that fending for yourself is lonely. I know you can only run so long before your legs ache, and only hide so long before the silence feels scarier than the danger. That’s how I ended up here, caught between fear and hope, wondering if letting someone see me might finally be worth it.

When I first got to the shelter, I made myself small. I curled into corners, slid under desks, refused to walk the long hallways. I didn’t want anyone to notice how scared I was, so I built my walls high and tried to act tough. But the people here… they didn’t give up. They sat with me. They whispered kind things. They offered treats I swore I wouldn’t take, until one day...I did. They clipped a leash on me, walked slowly, waited when I froze. And little by little, I felt it: a flicker of trust, a spark of hope.
Now, I’m trying. Really trying. I’m walking beside people. I’m learning to take food from a hand instead of the floor. I’m beginning to believe that maybe...just maybe...I don’t have to be alone forever.

I want to be honest, though. When I do find my home, I might not be ready to greet you with tail wags and kisses right away. I might need quiet corners. I might need patience. I might need space before I can feel safe enough to show you who I really am. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It just means I love slowly. And when I do, it will be the kind of love you never forget, the kind that’s been fought for, the kind that means everything because it wasn’t given easily, but it was given fully.

I’m not the dog who runs through the door and wins over a crowd in a heartbeat. I’m the one who will sit quietly at first, who might step back when you reach out, who might need you to sit on the floor and let me come to you. But when I finally decide you’re mine, when I finally give you my trust, it will be the truest, deepest love you’ve ever known.

So here I am, a little orphan heart in a big world, ready to stop hiding. I’m ready for my family, whoever and wherever they are. I imagine them sometimes: a safe place to rest, footsteps that don’t make me flinch, hands that bring comfort instead of fear. A soft bed. A gentle voice. A home that finally feels like home.

Please, if you think that might be you, come meet me at the Colorado Springs shelter. And if it isn’t, that’s okay… but please share my story. Somewhere out there is the person who’s been waiting for me too. And I don’t want to spend one more day wondering if I’ll ever find them.

https://www.hsppr.org/pet/a1749111/

08/28/2025

Winter's foster mom described her as a real-life Cinderella, and now we simply can't unsee it. After all, Cinderella's story was never really about magic; it was about resilience, grace, and the hope for a brighter tomorrow, even in the face of hardship. That's Winter. This little lady has walked through years of difficulty, yet she still carries herself with the same gentleness, hope, and quiet dignity as the princess who dreamed of something better.

Winter spent the first eight years of her life in a home where her family was struggling. That struggle grew into a hoarding situation, which created an environment that was no longer safe or healthy for anyone living there, including Winter. Thanks to the compassion of Animal Law Enforcement, Winter's family was able to surrender her into our care, opening the door for her to begin a new chapter.

We know that situations like these are often viewed through the lens of judgment. It's easy to see only what went wrong. But at HSPPR, we believe in choosing compassion, because compassion is what builds bridges. When we judge, we close doors, but when we extend kindness, we keep them open. Open for people to ask for help, and open for animals like Winter to step into the fresh start they need. This is not just Winter's second chance; it's also a reminder that our community can be a resource to those who are struggling silently, and that hope and healing are always possible.

When Winter first arrived, she was underweight, had ear infections, and suffered from severe dental issues. Our veterinary team became her fairy godmothers in scrubs, addressing her medical needs with gentle care. Her ear infections were treated, her weight began to return, and though she lost most of her teeth, she gained relief from pain and a new chance to thrive. She'll be on a soft food diet from now on, but to her, this is no burden; it's just another step toward the life she deserves.

Once she was feeling better, Winter went to a foster home, where her true princess self began to shine. And shine she does. Just like Cinderella, who remained kind despite her hardships, Winter has carried her heart gently through it all. She greets her foster family every day with love and gratitude. She adores a bit of pampering, indulges in self-care, and delights in curling up on a warm lap to remind you that love is, in fact, her favorite kind of magic.

Like many princesses, Winter prefers her castle to herself. She isn't interested in sharing her home with another cat. After everything she's been through, we think she's earned the right to rule her own little kingdom in peace.

Now, Winter is waiting for her true fairytale ending. Not a glass slipper, but a home that fits her perfectly. A family who will see her not just for her past, but for the bright, hopeful, gentle soul she is today. If you feel that you and Winter could write a beautiful story together, please reach out to her foster at the link below. And if you're not her Prince Charming, we completely understand, but would you please consider sharing her story, so that she can find her new home?

We can't wait to see our girl ride off into the sunset in a magic carriage... or maybe a Subaru. We'll just have to wait and see!

https://www.hsppr.org/pet/a1742563/

08/27/2025

Sometimes our shelter gets surprise guests. And by "surprise guests," we don't mean a stray cat or an adventurous dog. We mean pigeons, peacocks, even the occasional 500-pound pig. But nothing could have prepared us for the day Baby Godzilla himself strutted through our doors.

Okay, fine. He wasn't technically Godzilla. But when Animal Law Enforcement carried him in, we all started looking around, wondering, "Did we just stumble into the latest "Jurassic Park" reboot, and if so, where is Jonathan Bailey with his tiny glasses?"

We were already juggling a full house of cats, dogs, and random farm birds when we were suddenly caring for a monitor lizard. For those not fluent in reptiles, that's a close relative of the Komodo dragon (but Chris Pratt isn't afraid of them, because they're way smaller). He stared at us with the cold, unreadable expression of a man who's had just one too many rounds of Botox. (Monitor lizards don't really "emote." You could hand him a birthday cake or an eviction notice and get the same face.)

Naturally, we were obsessed. We christened him Baby Zilla, gave him the run of our behavior office, and watched as he scurried around with the kind of chaotic energy best described as "tiny dinosaur in a Chuck E. Cheese." He climbed things. He hid under things. He posed dramatically like he was practicing for his scene with Scarlett Johansson. Was he having fun? We'll never know. Again: one face.

Here's the thing about monitor lizards, though: they're not exactly beginner pets. They need specialized housing, careful diets, loads of enrichment, and oh yeah… they're venomous. Not "goodbye forever" venomous, but just enough that you don't want him mistaking your finger for a mozzarella stick. So no, we couldn't just plop him on the adoption floor between Muffin the cat and Daisy the beagle.

Thankfully, one of our amazing staff members had a friend who's basically a reptile whisperer. This woman has cared for everything scaly, slithery, or straight out of a sci-fi movie. When she heard we had a monitor lizard, she didn't even blink. She dropped everything to meet him.

And the second she saw him? Game over. Love at first lizard. She had the space, the gear, the knowledge, and apparently the magical ability to interpret the slight variations in his one single facial expression. She scooped him up and gave him the kind of home only a true reptile expert could provide.

And the kicker? She named him Kitty, which is pure genius. We wish we could take credit for it, but nope, our Baby Zilla officially became Kitty the Monitor Lizard.

Now he's living the dream: basking, climbing, and silently judging humans with his world-class poker face. We couldn't be happier for him.

Most days, we're celebrating cat adoptions and dog adoptions. But this summer, we got to check something a little more unusual off our list: Find Baby Godzilla a loving home. And friends, we nailed it.

08/27/2025

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.)

08/25/2025

If you, my sweet uncultured friend, have somehow managed to stumble through life without watching the 1997 animated cinematic juggernaut "Anastasia" (yes, the one that gave us an absurdly misplaced sense of authority on Russian history via power ballads), then we must insist that you go. Please go. No, seriously, go stream it. We'll wait.

Because until you've been emotionally shredded by "Once Upon a December" (the ghost-waltz that taught us yearning before we even knew what yearning was) and spiritually traumatized watching Rasputin fall apart like a cursed Ikea bookshelf assembled without instructions during "In the Dark of the Night", you simply do not have the credentials to fully appreciate the rest of this post.

Okay. Now that only the truly cultured remain, we have some major news. You know Bartok the bat? The tiny, high-pitched chaos nugget who somehow became the greatest not-so-evil sidekick of all time? Well, friends… we have Bartok the dog.

Bartok the bat wasn't just a sidekick, he was THE sidekick. He squeaked like a kazoo trapped in a washing machine, constantly muttering sarcastic quips as if he had a two-week notice ready for Hell's HR department. (Hell's Resources, for the record, does not provide dental.) That same chaotic energy has now been distilled into an adorably furry package. Our Bartok the dog is literally Bartok the bat pressed through a reincarnation filter.

He did not grow up clinking glasses in a candlelit palace with Anastasia. He did not lounge under chandeliers, spiral staircases, or attend glittering soirées. He spent most of his time outside without people around. No tiaras, no velvet cushions, just grass, sky, and the vague sense that potty training might matter, but also…why?

At the tender age of two, Bartok is still learning the basics. For example: Yes, buddy, bathroom activities belong outside, not wherever you feel is emotionally resonant in the moment. And no, you cannot leap directly into a stranger's lap with the dramatic gravitas of a rom-com proposal scene. But don't confuse his learning curve with unredeemable villainy. Remember: Bartok the bat survived being the emotional support animal to a sorcerer who smelled like swamp water and expired onion soup and literally lost all his limbs five times per day. Adaptability is at the core of his lore.

Like his bat namesake, Bartok the dog is shy at first. He tilts his head. He radiates "I don't know, sir, humans make me nervous" vibes in squeaky falsetto. But once you prove yourself worthy? Oh honey. He is all in. Velcro. Devoted. The perfect sidekick. We're talking "Hi-yah! Woo-ya! And then kick him, sir!" levels of loyalty. He is not scheming against the Romanovs; he is meticulously calculating how to scoot precisely 0.2 inches closer to your side of the couch until you are effectively one conjoined organism.

A quick word of caution: children. Kids are still learning boundaries. Bartok is still learning boundaries. To quote Bartok the bat: "This can only end in tears." Better to give him an adults-only household, or pair him with a calm, confident mentor dog who can teach him that life is not an endless slapstick routine.

Bartok needs his redemption arc. Like animated Bartok, who went from chaos-gremlin sidekick to bizarre straight-to-video protagonist (we do not, under any circumstances, acknowledge "Bartok the Magnificent”, that movie was a tax write-off and a fever dream), our Bartok the dog is ready for Act Two. He is not "typical." Typical is for boring fairy tales. "Anastasia" taught us the real magic is in found families and second chances.

Here's Bartok's solemn vow: he will never betray you to a sorcerer. He will never unleash demon insects in your Target shopping bags. He will never, ever attempt to assassinate a girl with amnesia who is just trying to find her grandmother in Paris.

What he will do is learn, grow, love, and wiggle his way into your life with the chaotic, endearing loyalty of a minion who genuinely just wants to do good. Adopt Bartok. Because once he finds his home, he will be the most ridiculous, devoted, unforgettable companion you never knew you needed.

https://www.hsppr.org/pet/a1748562/

08/24/2025

Oi, listen up, you lot! While some fancy-pants cats are all "oh, look at me lounging on yer sofa, gimme pets, gimme them feathery toys," that ain't us, nah. We're proper community cats, see? Born in the wild, whiskers to the wind, paws in the grass, noses full of adventure, and the odd bit of rubbish when it smells good. We're two of the cheekiest cats you'll ever meet. Names? Ha! That's a secret, love. But stories? Oh, we've got stories for days.

So, picture it: we're doing our thing outside, makin' friends, playin' king and queen of our alley, when some do-gooder human spots us. Now, she's worried 'cause our ears ain't tipped yet, which apparently makes us "not proper community cats." Long story short, she scoops us up and drives us to the shelter. Shelter life? It's a right circus. Too many humans poking and prodding, getting in our business (improper if you ask me). But, we must admit, she did us a solid; we got all our jabs, our snips, the whole shebang to keep us and our colony healthy. Can't argue with that.

Then comes the big question: "Do you wanna go home with a human?" Go on, tell us you wouldn't laugh at that! We hissed and made our angriest faces, basically, told 'em in no uncertain terms: "Nope, not today, not ever!" Indoors? Not on your life. Fake mice? Don't even talk to us about that filthy trick. Humans, indoors, and fake mice? Triple threat of doom, mate.

Luckily, the clever folks at the shelter cooked up a plan: Shelter-Neuter-Return, SNR. Fancy, right? It's like that TNR thing (Trap, Neuter, Return) you've probably heard of. But this one starts a bit different. We weren't nabbed in some sneaky coordinated trap, no, sir. We were brought in, checked over, and then released back to where we belong, safe and sound.

And luck of the litter, there's a colony manager just down the way from where we got picked up. She's top-notch, feeds us proper, gives us water, and gives us shelter when it's nasty out, but she's not pushy with the cuddles. We stroll our streets, meet the other community cats, keep our freedom, and pop by to say "hey" to her almost every day (don't think we're soft, mind; it's all on our terms).

Some humans might think, "awww, isn't it sad they ain't got a proper home?" Pfft. Nah, mate. Some cats are meant to roam, and roam we do. Thanks to clever SNR and TNR magic, we get to live our lives wild and free and healthy, cared for, and keep the population in check. Big win for us, big win for the whole neighborhood.

So next time you see us strutting down the alley like we own the joint, remember: we're the kings and queens of our little kingdom, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

08/23/2025

✨It takes two!✨

Sure, finding that one perfect fluffball who steals your heart is amazing… but let’s be real, life is better with a partner in crime. There’s something so wonderful about two animals who are basically the peanut butter to each other’s jelly or the fries to each other’s burger.

We’re talking non-stop zoomies together, synchronized napping, stealing snacks side by side, and plotting adorable mischief like the tiny chaotic legends they are.

So don’t be shy, slide into our comments with pics of your dynamic duos, your bonded BFFs, your partners-in-snuggle, your double-trouble dream team. We wanna see them in action being cute, silly, and proving that life’s just better when you have your bestie by your side. Bonus points for matching outfits or synchronized side-eye at the human. 🐶🐱💖

08/22/2025

ADOPTED 8/28

In the realm of Colorado Springs, where the mountains hum with old magic and the rivers carry whispers of forgotten quests, there lived a giant named Oreo. He was no ordinary giant, though the word “ordinary” has never rightly belonged to giants in the first place. Oreo was a colossus of black and white, his coat marked like storm clouds scattered across snow. Yet within him, his heart often shrank to the size of a sparrow, for it was weighed down by the invisible chains of loneliness.

Giants, according to the scrolls of the Lorekeepers, were created in the First Dawn to be companions of men. They were guardians of hearth and field, joyful playfellows to children, and steadfast defenders of their chosen families. But when a giant is left without companionship, their hearts grow heavy, as though they carry a mountain within their chest. Such was Oreo’s sorrow.

He had once belonged to a family, and he had loved them mightily. But love, though mighty, is not always enough to close every rift. There were gaps, and in those gaps, solitude crept in like a thief. And so, though he lived among them, Oreo still wandered alone in spirit. For giants are not the hermits that wandering bards sing of in taverns to make solitude sound noble. No, true giants are creatures of fellowship, built for laughter, built for belonging. To be left alone without companionship is, for them, a wound deeper than any sword could cut.

So Oreo began to wander the land, searching. He slipped beneath fences as though they were no more than ribbons, wriggled through gates left ajar, and padded softly into new villages with his hopeful eyes. He sought not gold nor glory, but simply a heart that would not turn him away.

It was during these wanderings that a good Samaritan found him. There, on the sunlit road, the giant sat beside her, not with ferocity but with quiet dignity, as though he were a knight awaiting a summons. Moved by his gentleness, she called upon the noble guardians known as Animal Law Enforcement to take Oreo to the Shelter, a fortress of safety for the lost and waiting.

But the old songs warn us: Shelters are not made for giants. Their walls are narrow, their yards small, and though the keepers are kind and their hands gentle, a giant’s spirit does not fit easily within such confines. Oreo tries to be brave, yet still he feels the ache of solitude pressing down upon him. He ponders, as giants often do, all the reasons he has not yet found his destined home.

He knows he is awkward with other hounds at first and needs slow introductions as carefully measured as the turning of the seasons. He knows he has a trickster’s gift for escape, and thus must be guarded with the magic of a crate. He knows his energy is abundant, his strides built for running beside adventurers, and his heart longing for a family who loves to laugh at his goofy, galloping joy.

Yet none of these seem, to Oreo, reason enough to condemn him to solitude forever.

Sometimes, staring toward the jagged peaks, Oreo wonders if there is some forgotten prophecy etched on the mountains: This gentle giant shall walk alone until the end of days. The thought chills him. But then, like a candle guttering in the wind, hope flickers within his chest. Perhaps the stones speak of something else. Perhaps they promise adventures yet to come: long journeys on forest trails, games in sunlit fields, nights of rest by the hearth with his head resting on a beloved’s knee.

But this, dear reader, is the sorrowful truth: Oreo’s story has not yet reached its ending. The book lies open. The final pages remain unwritten. And a giant, no matter how gentle, cannot write such endings for himself. That is where you come in.

You may be the one this story has been waiting for, the companion written into Oreo’s destiny, the hero who will shatter the spell of loneliness. Share his tale across the kingdom so that others might know him. Or, if your heart feels the stirrings of fate, step into the story yourself. Take this gentle black-and-white guardian into your home, and together you will pen the ending that he has so long awaited. Oreo is not meant to be lonely; he is meant to be loved. And the final chapter of his tale rests in your hands.

https://www.hsppr.org/pet/a1745727/

08/21/2025

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.)

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