Ruff Times Rescue

21/11/2025

Ring app shows large mastiff running loose in Clermont, Victoria Estates. Sorry this is all the information they gave.

21/11/2025

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It happens in a split second. You’re driving home, thinking about dinner, the radio, the day… and then suddenly a young deer is on the road with no time to react. 🌅

Most drivers don’t realize how often this happens or how silent and defenseless these fawns really are. They freeze because that’s what nature taught them. They blend in. They don’t understand headlights, speed, or asphalt.

But they pay the price.
Every year, countless deer are struck simply because we’re moving too fast through the places they live.

If you travel rural roads especially at dusk or dawn please ease off the gas. Look ahead. Expect wildlife.

A few seconds of slowing down can save a life. 🦌💔
Wildlife crosses here. Please slow down.

16/11/2025

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26/10/2025

Rest in peace my Rudy Toot💔 my heart is crushed and the air is heavy. Your presence lingers.

15 years was not enough but soon we’ll have eternity. I’ll see you over there. Run into heaven, say hi to Marmi 🙏🕊️

Rudy’s story:

I get a call one day at the rescue to pick up a stray. I pull up to the coolest Rastafarian dude holding Rudy in mid air with one hand.

His whole body was shaking. He had a dog bite wound on his neck and a little jellybean bandana.

I couldn’t grab him fast enough. It was love at first sight.

I held him the entire night and the rest was history. I tried to find his home, as the guy mentioned he was a stray. We spent the next day hanging out at Kings Ridge because someone thought they recognized him from there, but nothing came of it. He also oddly enough was never adopted at the rescue, and one day it occurred to me, he was mine.❤️

He was a handful for such a little guy. One day at waterfront park, he did not want to leave and jumped out of the car window as we were exiting the parking lot. He never missed a meal and usually took everyone else’s. He could jump sooo high and I know he’s giving God a run for his money right now.🕊️

04/10/2025

Beagle needs home!

I’m Autumn. I’m a lazy to the bones senior beagle (13) looking for a new forever home. I would be happiest in a home with no small children or other pets. I am fully house trained and crate trained if you prefer when you leave the house.

I do have food aggression with animals and small children. Because of my food aggression with my toddler human sister, I’m looking for a new home without children. I’m easy to care for and get a little too excited on a leash occasionally so may pull on the leash. I attend boarding and daycare occasionally when needed at pet paradise and get along okay with other dogs in the group setting but one on one I’m more of a people person and I don’t always like other dogs.

I am up to date on all shots, take heartworm meds and no health problems. I eat hydrolized protein dry food for management of a**l glands.

**Autumn is not a Ruff Times Rescue dog we accept no liability for any outcome as a result of this post. We are simply trying to help network.**

03/10/2025

Ocala! Lost pup! Please share! Person who Found Pup will reply to post. This is not a Ruff Times Rescue dog we are simply sharing and accept no liability.

29/09/2025

Sweet Puppy Looking for a home! Male/vaccinated/crate trained/dog friendly

Not our dog we are simply sharing the info. Someone texted this to me and they will watch Facebook and reply to anyone commenting. **We except no liability again. This is not our dog.**

22/09/2025

Therapy dog is in desperate need of a home. I received the text below with these pictures. If you respond on Facebook, the people who have the dog will reach out to you.

“hi Melanie this us Diane T. I know u and Dana from rough times rescue
im in desperate need 9f some help
this is a sad situation like most.
a friend of mine is helping a lady thats adopting a teenage boy from an abusive situation. unfortunately the only place that is giving her an apartment will not let him keep his support dog. so...im wondering if you can share her information.
she doesn't Ike being alone and not sure if she likes other dogs. she's stressed with everything thats going on.
my friend said she's about 25lbs not as big as she looks”

***Disclaimer this is not a Ruff Times Rescue dog. We’re posting to help network and accept no liability as a result of this post.

20/09/2025

This is a Courtesy Post -- This dog does not belong to Ruff Times Rescue. Hunter is in need of a new foster home. Unfortunately, there have been unexpected issues that have arised in his current foster home and this sweet boy needs a new place to crash as soon as possible. The foster parents are heartbroken that they must give him up. Hunter is such a sweet boy. He is housebroken, obeys very well, very loving, and spunky. His ice blue eyes are mesmerizing! Please let us know if you have any interest in helping Hunter. Anyone that would like to foster Hunter will need to fill out a foster application which can be found on www.rescuerebels.org website.

18/09/2025

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I am the shadow you see crossing your yard at night, the hunched figure rifling through your trash can, the wide-eyed creature you call ugly, filthy, or even rabid. I am the possum. And though you may not know it, I do more for you than you could ever imagine.

I am not fierce. My teeth may look sharp, but they are for crunching beetles, ticks, and the scraps you leave behind. I am shy, gentle, and easily frightened. When danger comes, I do not fight.

I fall limp, my body still, my breath shallow. “Playing possum,” you call it. But it is no game. It is the way I survive, a desperate act that often makes people laugh or strike me anyway.

I am your unseen ally. Each season I eat thousands upon thousands of ticks — the very parasites that carry Lyme disease, the sickness that threatens your children, your pets, your hikers in the woods.

I clean your gardens of slugs and snails, I clear away rotting fruit, I consume dead animals that might otherwise spread disease. Without me, the balance tips, and your world becomes just a little harsher, a little more dangerous.

Yet still, I am misunderstood. You mistake me for a rat, though I am not. I am America’s only marsupial, carrying my babies in a pouch like a kangaroo.

They cling to my back as I walk the fence line at dusk, their tiny faces peeking over my fur. I am a mother, often burdened with more than a dozen mouths to feed. And still, I keep working — quietly, humbly, invisibly.

But often, I die for no reason at all.

Your cars strike me on dark roads, and few stop to help. Your dogs chase me, your traps catch me, your hands raise sticks against me.

You see me in your yard and think I am a threat, when all I want is to pass through and move on. Many of my kind die in fear, our young left clinging to lifeless bodies, never given a chance.

I do not blame you entirely. Fear is powerful. My face, with its pointed snout and unblinking eyes, unnerves you. My slow shuffle makes me seem sickly. You see only the surface and not the service. You see a scavenger, not a caretaker. You see a pest, not a protector.

Do you know what happens when you let me be? Fewer ticks on your pets. Fewer rotting carcasses on the roadside. Cleaner gardens and healthier ecosystems. I ask for so little — a patch of dark to move in, a safe passage under your porch, the chance to raise my young in peace.

And so, I plead with you: look at me differently. See not a rat, but a marsupial mother. See not a pest, but a partner. See not an intruder, but a night worker who cleans what you cannot see.

When you catch me in your yard, remember that I am carrying out a mission that benefits you more than it benefits me. Leave me to my work, and I will leave you in peace.

Protect the wild corners of your neighborhoods. Teach your children that possums are not monsters but quiet helpers. For every small kindness you show me, I return it in ways you may never notice — but would surely miss if I were gone.

I am the possum. I am mocked, yet essential. I am feared, yet I mean no harm. I am dying in numbers too great to ignore, and I am asking you, from the quiet of the night: let me live, so that you may live better too.>> The Animal Maximalist