To give a little bit of history, I moved to Vermont nine years ago when I married the most wonderful man in the world. Of course, how I met Pete and how I finally smartened up is another blog in and of itself. He put his condo up for sale when we became engaged, and we started house hunting because I didn't want to move to Vermont until we had a house with a "big, fenced-in backyard for the dogs." At that time I had two dogs, a golden retriever named Simba (who is now sister to the little yellow dog) and a golden/terrier/border collie cross named Dickens. We found the house in October. We were moving Pete's stuff into the new house when I got the sad news from my mom, who I had left the dogs with, that Dickens had died in his sleep. He was only 8 years old. It broke my heart that my little "Diggedy-Dog" would never see his new home. I married Pete in April and Simba and I moved in. It was always the plan to get another dog to keep Simba company, but somehow, the years went by, but the time, the money, the dogs never seemed quite right.
And then I got the e-mail.
That little puppy stole my heart. We contacted Golden Huggs and we agreed to foster her for the weekend. There was no way that little girl was going anywhere after that. We were told that she had been born with an ectopic ureter, but Golden Huggs had paid for her to have surgery to correct it. There was no guaranty, but it usually worked and there were medications to augment if the surgery wasn't completely successful. Armed with this information, we decided we loved her and we still wanted to adopt.
The rest is history... and a blog/story for another day. For now, let's just say that the little yellow dog found a home and family who love her.
-San
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