Hey guys! If you haven’t found out on the Cranky fan page, we secured a loving home for the little Terrier mix we found on the 4th of July. She was scared & skinny; no collar, no microchip.
Growing up, we took in loads of strays – from “Bowser,” the pit mix who had epilepsy, to “Gizmo” the fat cat who met a tragic fate at the hands of another pit mix, to “Grizzly,” who we all swear was part wolf, and the list goes on. It was natural then, that I recalled that one of the things the vet did to surmise the age of the animal would be to look at his or her teeth, so I opened the stray’s mouth to find pristine, white little teeth. I figured she was pretty young.
As you know, we advertised everywhere we could that we found her and hoped we’d find her owners. We knew that we did not want to take her to our local shelter since they do euthanize pets should they not find homes.
I decided to name her “Maggie” after one of my favorite novellas, “Maggie: A Girl of the Streets” by Stephen Crane. This weekend, my boyfriend and I took her to get low-cost vaccines from the Society for California Veterinary Vaccine Care. The doctor checked her out and told us that she was 4-6 months old and had not been spayed (by checking her teeth ).
We took her home and by that time it was clear…
She wanted to stay in the family (who am I kidding?! I wanted her to stay in the family!). My mom’s boyfriend decided to keep her; he had fallen in love with her as we all had. I’m so happy he lives just a couple blocks away so that I can love on her all I want
My hippy dream (aside from growing my own food in my backyard) is to have an animal rescue. It can happen, right? Guess I should add that to my bucket list!
Thank you to those of you who shared your stories of fostering pets and provided advice when I first mentioned that I had found a stray. You were all wonderful about it.
The Cranky One