bleeding heart...
So it's been about 4 months since Dobey passed. The first 3 I was bitter and broken, questioning if I even liked dogs anymore let alone if I was still a "dog person"...people would ask "will you get another?" and I'd say no, atleast not for a very long time. But this past month I've secretly hoped that a stray dog would find me...I really wanted a dog to find me. Well last night I might have gotten that wish, but in a bad way....
Around 9pm my neighbor came over with what appeared to be an 8 week old pitt bull puppy. He asked if it was ours and we said no but we'd take her in for the night if in the morning he wanted to go around the neighborhood asking if anyone had lost her. She was really cold so we brought her in and threw some towels in the dryer and she took a little nap. But when she woke up we realized that she wasn't just cold, she was really sick. I won't go into detail but around 1 I realized I needed to do something so I called the magnificent Jessica Welp and took her to All Pets. I'm insane! This is going to cost so much money that I don't have. I just hope she makes it....
Around 9pm my neighbor came over with what appeared to be an 8 week old pitt bull puppy. He asked if it was ours and we said no but we'd take her in for the night if in the morning he wanted to go around the neighborhood asking if anyone had lost her. She was really cold so we brought her in and threw some towels in the dryer and she took a little nap. But when she woke up we realized that she wasn't just cold, she was really sick. I won't go into detail but around 1 I realized I needed to do something so I called the magnificent Jessica Welp and took her to All Pets. I'm insane! This is going to cost so much money that I don't have. I just hope she makes it....