My birthday is January 23 and this year I really had good reason to celebrate. I am finally in my forever-and-ever home with my new Mom. I turned nine this year, but spent the first five years of my life with the Federal Drug Administration as a test animal. I was then mysteriously relinquished to a California community college where the veterinarian technician students used me to learn how to draw blood, pre-op shave and practiced anesthetizing me over and over again. Yes, I was a bit of a mess, but most of all I needed love to get healthy.
My big break came when one day my Mom walked by my kennel on her way to class at the college. She saw the sparkle in my eyes, the desperation in my heart and took the time to discover the real me hidden under a heavy cloak of neglect.
I now spend my days napping under heaps of blankets, dining on roasted chicken and going for long walks off leash in open space where I have finally learned how to run. When a girl rescues a dog, the dog also rescues the girl, and today we are as inseparable as possible.