Volunteer Spotlight: Christina Pierce
I am Christina Pierce. I began CCB over a
year and a half ago when, my friend, Melissa Valentine became involved in
transporting a rescue by the name of 'Hooch.' She and I were both Pit lovers
and had come to know one another because our daughters played on the same
softball team. Shortly after Melissa transported Hooch, she sent me
an email asking if I could take a picture of a blonde dog paw in a human hand,
it was something CCB needed at the time and knowing my love of photography,
she'd contacted me to see if I had a photo on file. I sent an email to the
volunteer coordinator at the time, volunteering my photography services. I
never did get a call to photograph the dogs, but I did volunteer to take Hooch
to an adoption event in Asheboro. As time progressed I began to attend more and
more events, and became more and more active in CCB.
I have rescued dogs all my life, I have
never been one who could drive past a stray and not stop to help. I admire dogs
and have engulfed my entire adult life in trying to save them and help people
provide the lives they deserve. I opened my own rescue in 1998 and ran it
solely until 2003 when I was forced to shut my doors due to divorce and unsure
relocation of myself and my daughter. In 2004 I met my current
husband, whom didn't believe in indoors dogs. Imagine his
surprise when he entered my house the first time, to be told, we had to sit in
the kitchen because my dog (my beloved Boxer, Kayla Jane) was comfortably
stretched on my only sofa and couldn't be disturbed. After a short
conversation, he soon realized that dog was queen. He learned to appreciate her
as much as I for being the beautiful creature she was and in 2006 when we
bought a home together we made sure it was a one story, as my girl was becoming
a senior citizen and couldn't climb stairs. The last week
of September 2008, my beloved Kayla Jane left for the bridge.
Though we had 'acquired' a pack of pups we call the 'Weenie Rat Brat Pack' her
loss was a shock wave thought out our lives, hearts and souls
that we still feel to this day.
Content no dog would ever fill her spot, we
declined a gift of a Boxer puppy from my mom and decided we'd be content with
the little guys... there were three of them after all. Roughly 7-9 months
later, my daughter came home asking if I'd seen the 'stray' that had
been running the neighborhood. Everyone who knows me knows
my love of dogs and she is no different. I hadn't but I would now... and the
quest began. I couldn't tell what type of dog he was, nor did I care but for
the next week and a half I chased, tried to bribe and begged this little dog to
come to me. Finally, when nothing else worked I went to our local animal
control trying to borrow a cage. When I was told I would have to surrender the
animal I changed plans. I went to my father and borrowed a 'possum trap.' I
baited it with hot dogs, bologna and peanut butter. I left it and the
next morning I went to retrieve whatever I had caught. I rounded the corner to a
snarling, growling, barking mess a Pit Bull. I had rescued Pit Bulls before and
thought nothing of it; he's just a dog after all. I drug him in the cage, still
being his 'fearsome' self into our backyard, so he couldn't escape me again. I
had a crate waiting to transfer him to, as I didn't know what he
would actually do, however, he escaped them both! With some tense moments he
circled my yard looking for an 'out' them he circled in front of me... trying
to figure out what I would do, I guess. I sat in the shade under my
kids swing set and inch by inch, he and I moved closer to one
another. Finally his head came to rest on my hand and we became friends. I had
no intentions of keeping him, I was simply going to vet him and find him a home...
because that's what I do. Long story shortened... he met my husband and
his future was set, he would stay and become Second Chance AKA
Monkey. When I took him to the vet he was so scared he pissed all over me, just
at the site of other people. I thought to myself..."poor babe, what did
they do to you?" It turned out that he was between 7-9 months old, it
clicked in my head, he had been born at the time my Kayla had left this earth.
I believe in signs and this was mine, thought he was nothing like her, I
thought him just as special.
Roughly about 6 months later, while rescuing
another girl who had been dumped at my sisters with a belly full of babies, I
found her puppies to be (well at least one) the cutest Boxer mix
puppy I'd seen since Kayla. He was always the first to my car when I arrived
and they were old enough to walk and the last to leave my side. He was named
Frank Sinatra. He was the cutest Boxer pup with the biggest blue eyes you'd
ever seen. He was born in May, Kayla's birth month, and again
I took it as a sign, and after some martial debates with my
husband... he stayed too! As he grew, he went from a Boxer with blue eyes to a
Red Nose Pit Bull with golden eyes. We lost one of our 'Brat Pack' Cu-
Bear, whom passed away shortly after the New Year and I had lost my last girl. I
know my little guys are genetic mishaps, as they are indeed in-bred, that's why
I have them. I found myself with 6 boys.
We also have Marvelous Marvin Martian, the 3 legged wonder cat. He
is now 11 years old and was found by my daughter as a stray in Upstate New
York; he has survived a cancer like virus that took his arm, as well as a
bladder blockage that also required another appendage be removed and now is one
daily medication to help him poo. But he is still marvelous. We also acquired P. Diddy, the little
kitty, roughly in between Chance and Frank's coming, he had been abandoned by
his feral cat family, he weighed less than a pound and was soaking
wet when he was found by my husband under the woodpile at his body shop.
He now weighs in at a whooping 18 pounds and has never been
hungry since! I live on the border of Kernersville and
Winston Salem with my now reformed dog loving, Pit Bull advocating
husband, my daughter Hailey, who is a junior vollie for CCB, my stepson and our
'herd' (not a pack because they are not all dogs) of boys;
Content no dog would ever fill her spot, we
declined a gift of a Boxer puppy from my mom and decided we'd be content with
the little guys... there were three of them after all. Roughly 7-9 months
later, my daughter came home asking if I'd seen the 'stray' that had
been running the neighborhood. Everyone who knows me knows
my love of dogs and she is no different. I hadn't but I would now... and the
quest began. I couldn't tell what type of dog he was, nor did I care but for
the next week and a half I chased, tried to bribe and begged this little dog to
come to me. Finally, when nothing else worked I went to our local animal
control trying to borrow a cage. When I was told I would have to surrender the
animal I changed plans. I went to my father and borrowed a 'possum trap.' I
baited it with hot dogs, bologna and peanut butter. I left it and the
next morning I went to retrieve whatever I had caught. I rounded the corner to a
snarling, growling, barking mess a Pit Bull. I had rescued Pit Bulls before and
thought nothing of it; he's just a dog after all. I drug him in the cage, still
being his 'fearsome' self into our backyard, so he couldn't escape me again. I
had a crate waiting to transfer him to, as I didn't know what he
would actually do, however, he escaped them both! With some tense moments he
circled my yard looking for an 'out' them he circled in front of me... trying
to figure out what I would do, I guess. I sat in the shade under my
kids swing set and inch by inch, he and I moved closer to one
another. Finally his head came to rest on my hand and we became friends. I had
no intentions of keeping him, I was simply going to vet him and find him a home...
because that's what I do. Long story shortened... he met my husband and
his future was set, he would stay and become Second Chance AKA
Monkey. When I took him to the vet he was so scared he pissed all over me, just
at the site of other people. I thought to myself..."poor babe, what did
they do to you?" It turned out that he was between 7-9 months old, it
clicked in my head, he had been born at the time my Kayla had left this earth.
I believe in signs and this was mine, thought he was nothing like her, I
thought him just as special. 
Roughly about 6 months later, while rescuing
another girl who had been dumped at my sisters with a belly full of babies, I
found her puppies to be (well at least one) the cutest Boxer mix
puppy I'd seen since Kayla. He was always the first to my car when I arrived
and they were old enough to walk and the last to leave my side. He was named
Frank Sinatra. He was the cutest Boxer pup with the biggest blue eyes you'd
ever seen. He was born in May, Kayla's birth month, and again
I took it as a sign, and after some martial debates with my
husband... he stayed too! As he grew, he went from a Boxer with blue eyes to a
Red Nose Pit Bull with golden eyes. We lost one of our 'Brat Pack' Cu-
Bear, whom passed away shortly after the New Year and I had lost my last girl. I
know my little guys are genetic mishaps, as they are indeed in-bred, that's why
I have them. I found myself with 6 boys.
We also have Marvelous Marvin Martian, the 3 legged wonder cat. He
is now 11 years old and was found by my daughter as a stray in Upstate New
York; he has survived a cancer like virus that took his arm, as well as a
bladder blockage that also required another appendage be removed and now is one
daily medication to help him poo. But he is still marvelous. We also acquired P. Diddy, the little
kitty, roughly in between Chance and Frank's coming, he had been abandoned by
his feral cat family, he weighed less than a pound and was soaking
wet when he was found by my husband under the woodpile at his body shop.
He now weighs in at a whooping 18 pounds and has never been
hungry since! I live on the border of Kernersville and
Winston Salem with my now reformed dog loving, Pit Bull advocating
husband, my daughter Hailey, who is a junior vollie for CCB, my stepson and our
'herd' (not a pack because they are not all dogs) of boys;
Rowdy & Weezer
- Rat Terrier/ Jack Russell/ Dash hound/ Chi-wah Mixes AKA
Mutts
Frank AKA Frankenstein - Pit Bull/ Boxer
Mix
Marvelous Marvin Martian - Orange Tabby Cat
P. Diddy - Orange Tabby Cat
I love the breed. I have been described as being like 'Pit Bull' on many an occasion... so I guess it's meant to be. I am loud, tenaciousness, head strong and strong willed. I am loyal to a fault and see good in all creatures, minus man, but I think we can be saved from ourselves as well. This breed can change minds, it changed my husbands... Chance is now daddy's boy and a champion for our favorite phase... “He is not perfect, but he is perfect for me."
I love the breed. I have been described as being like 'Pit Bull' on many an occasion... so I guess it's meant to be. I am loud, tenaciousness, head strong and strong willed. I am loyal to a fault and see good in all creatures, minus man, but I think we can be saved from ourselves as well. This breed can change minds, it changed my husbands... Chance is now daddy's boy and a champion for our favorite phase... “He is not perfect, but he is perfect for me."
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