All five of my dogs are rescues, but I usually get them after they've grown out of the cute puppy stage, when they get gangly and rowdy and people 'don't know what to do with them'...USUALLY...until about a month or so ago. I was standing in my front door, noticed a truck drive down the road, briefly slow down, drive on and then heard the most BLOOD CURDLING puppy screams. I rush to the sound and find a 10 week old puppy lying in the ditch desperately trying to climb the embankment to get away but not being able to use her hind legs. After several attempts (and a few teeth wounds to my hands) I finally scoop her up, take her home, let her calm down, inspect her wounds and discover there's nothing life threatening - her legs were just scrapped up-or so i initially thought. Her name is Kirby and she is now the darling of the dog pack, the other five dogs (my four plus one I'm fostering for a soldier in Afghanistan) play with her like she is a big dog (they all weigh 55+ lbs, she weighed in at 14 lbs at her last vet visit) but yet are so gentle with her you'd think THEY were her parents. She's going to have to have surgery on one of her hips when she gets a little older but it hasn't stopped her from running and playing and being the sweet little pup she was always meant to be. She's my newest sweetheart and melts the hearts of every person she meets!
Mari CoonleyTellico Plains, TN
