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The Mobile Animal Surgical Hospital (M.A.S.H.) is the first veterinary-owned low-cost spay/neuter clinic in Arizona. M.A.S.H. works toward reducing the number of unwanted pets by offering quality spay/neuter services at affordable prices for responsible pet owners.
As a pet owner, you hear a lot about vaccinations and how your four-legged friend has to have them. But what are pet vaccinations? And what vaccinations should your pet have?
Here at the Humane Society of Central Arizona, we love a happy ending. Adoption success stories are what it’s all about.
Shared misery, view from the top proves tough bond
Morris Brown and his son are the kind of people who can reconnect in zero-degree temperatures, under weighty packs, over death-trap crevasses and high up on icy mountain peaks.
Easily distracted and chronically late writer discovers an alien world on a windshield
I groaned. Then I sighed. The Jeep was ice-bound.
Having a pet is usually a rite of childhood.
Fawn was huddled in her kennel, wrapped in blankets and a little sweater.
Outdoor Adventure Club gets kids on the slopes to challenge their skills
“Make a wedge with your skis and use your foot to tell your skis to turn,” said Ron, the Sunrise Ski Resort ski instructor.
Program celebrates 35 years standing watch over expanding population of Arizona eagles
Despite the loss of federal endangered species protection, Arizona’s unique nestwatch program has continued to safeguard a growing population of desert-nesting bald eagles.
“Adoptable dogs are through the door on the left.” Every time we say those words, it is only a matter of moments before a cacophony erupts — dogs barking, howling and jumping in their kennels.
Adoption fee just $25 for shelter pets who are often overlooked
Sometimes, here at the Humane Society of Central Arizona, we have dogs or cats who get overlooked. They remain at the shelter for months, always being passed over.
The lost sloth and the vast silence offer a glimpse of extinction and persistence in Kartchner Caverns
I drop back from my little group of amiable explorers, all the way back to where the state park minder watches me warily lest I extend my hand toward the damp, warm, misshapen tissues of stone, which hunker like goblins along the path.
The metal detector beeped and something small, round, and quick scampered from under the white disc. Young Bridger dropped to his knees and scooted in pursuit of the crawly critter.
The answer is: “Yes, bears do it in the woods.” My wife I saw one … ugliest thing ever.
Everyone agrees: Don’t teach your partner to ski. But a reckless writer tests the limits of good advice.
Before we even hit the slopes, friends had all delivered the same stern warning.