Destiny the Pibble

Destiny the Pibble Destiny is a young Pit Bull mix found starving to death in Oklahoma. She was given a second chance with "ten simple words." http://tylerdog.com/destiny.

Destiny passed away June 17, 2023 after a battle with cancer but her kind legacy lives on.

As I made my way to the Rainbow Bridge to welcome our newest VIPs, my heart was heavy. “Mamaw, I just don’t understand w...
12/28/2025

As I made my way to the Rainbow Bridge to welcome our newest VIPs, my heart was heavy.

“Mamaw, I just don’t understand why,” I said as we walked together to join the gathering crowd. “I know I should be happy, but I’m so sad havin’ to welcome these two…it wasn’t time…”

“Sweetheart, we can really never know why,” Mamaw replied as she gently pet my head. “Sometimes it’s simply beyond our understanding and you know what? It’s ok to be sad, even though you’re happy to welcome them home. It’s all part of the circle of life, I guess.”

I nodded and as we joined the crowd, the skies began to part. Golden rays of sunshine burst forth through the clouds and there they were in all their glory — Mr. One Toof Raffie and his best friend, Odin from Bundleofbullies!

“Oh, boys!” I said as I rushed to greet them. “We’re so happy to see you! We have such a celebration planned with every kind of cheeseburgers and cookies and anything you like!”

They stood there a minute, taking it all in, and Raffie said, “That sounds great, but first can we go to that special place I heard about to talk to Mom?”

“Serenity Lake? You bet! Let’s go!”

As we all walked together the lake, I said, “Boys, most of the world knows your story, so I won’t ask you to tell it all again. But if there’s one thing you could share, what would it be?”

Raffie thought for a minute and said, “Well, Desi, I think it would be that all dogs deserve a chance. You know, my life started out in a bad situation — I was a bait dog. And the things I endured, well…” he trailed off. “Let’s just say it’s a miracle I made it outta there.”

“Oh, Raffie,” I cried. “My heart is breaking for you.”

“It’s ok, Desi,” he said. “You know why? ‘Cuz an angel saved me and gave me a chance. She saw past my fears and helped me learn to trust again. That was our mama, Maren. She helped me learn how to love.”

We slowed as the lake came into view.

“Boys, go talk to your mama.”

Raffie and Odin made their way to the crystal clear water and quietly sat as waves lapped the shore. Then Raffie began to speak.

“Mom, I know you’re devastated. First me, then my brother, Odin — it’s almost more than one can bear. But Mom, if there’s anything you taught me, it’s we’re strong and we can overcome anything. You’ll make it through this and you know how I know? Because you helped me make it through. You helped me believe I could love and trust and live a happy life again.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Odin chimed in. My past wasn’t scary as my bubby here, but you taught me what true love really was.”

“Mom, you gave me and Odin the happiest life possible. I loved our morning routines, the silly costumes, and adventures we had. I loved our snuggles and quiet moments. But most of all? I loved you, Mom. We loved you. You were our world and you gave us happiness every moment we were together. Remember that in those hard days ahead, ‘k? Remember Odin and I love you to the moon and back.”

“Oh, fellas, that was beautiful,” I said as I wiped away a tear. “Welcome home, Raffie and Odin, welcome home.”

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

This is what your donations to my Monster Drive do — make life safer and better for homeless pets. When Fairfax Animal C...
12/28/2025

This is what your donations to my Monster Drive do — make life safer and better for homeless pets. When Fairfax Animal Control gave us their wishlist, I told Mama, “It’s a tall order, but I think with the help of the Pibble Posse, we can do it,” and you did! They had a board instead of a tailgate, you bought them a tailgate! The door to their shelter was falling apart, you bought them a new door! They had wire kennels for picking up stray dogs, you bought them a safe and secure truck kennel! Their storage area had no substantial shelving, you bought them a heavy duty shelf! Paint for the shelter, fencing for a play area, thousands of pounds of dog food, treats, toys, and beds and blankets!

YOU DID THIS!

Your kindness and generosity is making a difference in the lives of shelter dogs and for that, I thank you. ❤️

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

12/27/2025

Look who’s wearin’ pearls!!! She looks fabulous, Mama, simply fabulous!!! 💜

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Angel Destiny 🌈

Collar by Olive & Pearls oliveandpearls.com

Who you callin’ fat, lady?! I’m a lean, mean fightin’ machine with a really thick fur coat! I’m fabulously floofy! 🐈 Lov...
12/27/2025

Who you callin’ fat, lady?! I’m a lean, mean fightin’ machine with a really thick fur coat! I’m fabulously floofy! 🐈

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Mistress of Darkness Queen of the Murder Mittens Calliope Jane Purrington

Our Monster Drive is for helping sweet dogs like Stella. This gorgeous three-year-old stray was found wandering the stre...
12/27/2025

Our Monster Drive is for helping sweet dogs like Stella. This gorgeous three-year-old stray was found wandering the streets of Moore, Oklahoma and quickly found herself headed to the safety of rescue with Lisa at Pit Inc.

During her health check-up, some concerns were raised about her heart, so she went through extensive — and expensive — heart testing. The results: Stella has a congenital condition called subvalvular aortic stenosis (SAS) — that’s a fancy term meaning she has a small thickened area just below the aortic valve.

While it sounds scary, Stella’s heart is in great shape and the Dogtor said it’s mild to moderate and not getting worse, and she has no remodeling (no enlargement or strain on her heart), which is excellent.

She will run, play, live her goofy happy dog life, and never even know she has a heart defect. She may need periodic rechecks (often every 1–2 years) just to be safe.

Stella is great with other dogs, loves to cuddle, and is ready to start the new year in her forever home. Are you ready for her? Contact Lisa at Pit Inc to fill out an adoption application and make this gorgeous girl part of your family. Located in Tulsa, OK

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Angel Destiny 🌈

Hey, girl…got plans for New Year’s Eve? Need a handsome fella to kiss at midnight? Book now before all my dates are fill...
12/26/2025

Hey, girl…got plans for New Year’s Eve? Need a handsome fella to kiss at midnight? Book now before all my dates are filled up! 😘

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Buster the Cheeky Chap

Letting goAs I sit here in the quiet, surrounded by my dogs and the soothing baritone of Bing Crosby dreaming of a white...
12/25/2025

Letting go
As I sit here in the quiet, surrounded by my dogs and the soothing baritone of Bing Crosby dreaming of a white Christmas, my mind takes me back to moments of days past.

For me, Christmas had a different feeling than Thanksgiving. I always looked forward to Thanksgiving because of its energy — the Macy’s Day parade that Dad never missed, the controlled chaos in the kitchen as Mom barked out orders like a generalissimo for us to do this and that, while Nanny sat in her chair holding Jazzy and telling us the latest headlines from the Enquirer or filling us in on Victor’s latest conquest on the Young and Restless! It was a happy energy that filled my memories.

Christmas, though, it came with a quieter presence. Oh, all the same things happened minus the parade on TV, but it just felt different. For me, Christmas was a cup of hot cocoa. It was gently falling snow. It was all of us gathered in the living room, Christmas music playing in the background, as Bronson sat by the tree and doled out each gift. Christmas was love.

It was watching Mom tear into a brightly wrapped package and exclaiming joy for whatever was inside. Dad sitting by the fireplace, controlling the amount of wrapping paper we tossed in so we “don’t catch the chimney on fire and burn down the damn house!” It was Nanny sitting in the recliner, yet again regaling us with the latest soap episode. It was my brother, sitting on the couch, his dimples and smile just the same as they were when he was a kid. It was warmth and joy and love.

Over the years, the gathering grew smaller. We lost Dad in 2013; six months later, my Nanny reunited with her beloved Buster only a few days after Christmas. The holiday became a much quieter gathering without their presence. And then Mom left in 2019 and I lost my Christmas joy.

For years I’ve struggled to find it, yet it proves elusive. Oh, I still find great joy searching for the perfect gifts for my remaining family, but the day itself is just another day to me and my heart feels empty.

This Christmas seems to hit the hardest because it will be the last one a Stinson will celebrate in the home where I grew up and land that’s been in our family for over 100 years. As another takes possession of it, I hope he feels the love that filled the rooms and hears echoes of laughter in the kitchen.

I pray as he sits in the backyard and looks over the land where Tyler and Jazzy and Honey Girl are buried, he’ll feel their joy when they’d run over the hills and through the grass.

I hope he explores the land and finds the rock fortress my brother and I built up the creek, where we’d run to play and enact all kinds of battles and defend against any number of fierce foes. Mostly going there to eat snacks and candy Gran would make for us.

I pray as he relaxes on the porch and looks down the lane where my Grandma and Grandpa Stinson lived, he’ll see the ghosts of two kids running down the dirt road to spend the night with them, where we’d sleep on the feather mattress Grandpa would drag out to the living room and we’d all sit on to watch movies and eat popcorn and candy with Gran.

I pray he enjoys the trees my Dad planted and the house he designed and built in 1972 with love for his new wife and two kids he adopted and loved as his own.

I hope, as the new owner sits around the fireplace, he feels the comfort and joy I did growing up in such a wonderful place, surrounded by a family of warmth and love.

As for me, I’ll sit here with the memories of Christmas past and let them fill my heart with joy and gratitude I was privileged to experience them. To all of you, may you also make memories today you will carry deeply in your heart.

Merry Christmas. 🎄

Photo: A view out the kitchen window of my childhood home looking at the barn in the back pasture

Merry Christmas to you all! What special things do you do on Christmas Eve?LoveAngel Destiny 🌈
12/25/2025

Merry Christmas to you all! What special things do you do on Christmas Eve?

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Angel Destiny 🌈

12/23/2025

We gots another new Christmas song from Jazzy the Amazing Wiener! Man, this Wiener is burnin’ the midnight oil! I think she’s tryin’ to get on Santa’s “nice” list ‘cuz someone may or may not have eaten one of the Big JC’s sandals! 🤣 Oh, and make sure to listen all the ways to the end ‘cuz she had some special backup singers chime in! 🤣 Anyways….here’s Jazzy!

Goood mornin’ all ewe Wiener lovers, dis iz Jazzy the Amazing Wiener an I is back for an anoder performance, coming to you live frum da Rainbow Bridge!

“Bark Da Hairy Angel Sing!” was such a hit, I decided too write mees a new song! Dis one is catchy an I tink ewe will like it a lot!

So, widout further ado, the one, the only Jazzy the Amazing Wiener!!!

🎶 Wreck the tree and blame the kitty,
Barkbarkbarkbarkbark, bark, bark, bark, bark!

‘Tis the season to be witty
Barkbarkbarkbarkbark, bark, bark, bark, bark!

Don we now our glitter an feathers,
Barkbarkbarkbarkbark, bark, bark, bark, bark!

Sing da ancient Wiener carols
Barkbarkbarkbarkbark, bark, bark, bark, bark!

Barkbarkbarkbarkbark, bark, bark, bark, bark! 🎶

Thank you, thank you, hold da applause!

Remember, don’t let Fluffy be a fl**zy! Spay an neuter ur pets and pretentious relatives, too! Dis iz Jazzy the Amazing Wiener signing off!

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

My silly sister, Charlotte, gots a b***y issue! She scooted her bum for the first time ever last night after the Monster...
12/23/2025

My silly sister, Charlotte, gots a b***y issue! She scooted her bum for the first time ever last night after the Monster Drive pickup, but Mama didn’t think anything of it since it never happened before.

This morning, she waked Mama up licking and when she looked, she had a nasty lookin’ rupture where the a**l gland is. Mama quickly snapped a pic and sent it to Dogtor Sarah and yep, Charlotte gots a ruptured b***y gland!

Mama got meds for her and said if she started licking again, she was gonna have to wear Katie’s blue life preserver necklace! 🤣 Please say a prayer for the goofy knucklehead.

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

Clifton Haskin, you is our favorite reporter! Thank you, KJRH, for posting our annual Monster Holiday Drive benefiting P...
12/22/2025

Clifton Haskin, you is our favorite reporter! Thank you, KJRH, for posting our annual Monster Holiday Drive benefiting PIT INC, Fairfax Animal Control, and 4 The Animals Rescue Inc.! We love you guys!

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Angel Destiny 🌈

I'm Not a Monster

"That was the greatest gift for this Christmas that I could've received, knowing how generous and kind people are."

12/22/2025

We’re so thankful to Clifton Haskin with KJRH for covering the 2025 Monster Holiday Drive benefiting Fairfax Animal Control, PIT INC, and 4 The Animals Rescue Inc.! Thank you for being such a great animal advocate, Clifton! ❤️

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

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Bartlesville, OK
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Ten simple words

Hi, I’m Destiny the Pibble. I’m a six-years-old girl pibble, finally old enough to drive, but Mama still won’t let me! I was found staggering down a busy street in Tulsa, OK and brought to the local shelter. I was terrified and hungry and, well, I was a pit bull in a shelter filled with healthy, happy ones unlike me. That day, as I sat in the kennel arriving only hours before, a chance encounter with an eight-year-old little girl who said ten simple words changed my life forever!

That day, my life began for real. The little girl, Destiny, changed the course of what could have been. She saved my life.

Since Mama took me home, I’ve used my good fortune and social media to help raise thousands of dollars for dogs in need, especially pit bulls. I’ve used my voice to rally my Pibble Posse to make a difference in this world. I’ve had people come up to Mama and me and tell us, “I never thought about fostering before until I read about Destiny…” or “I was always afraid of Pit Bulls before I met Destiny.”

Mama said when a lot has been given to you (and I’ve sure been given a lot!), you should use it for good and that’s what we are trying to do by the good fortune that’s shined on us. Mama said that’s not good grammar, but I told her I was writing this, so there.