Mable
In case anyone’s been like “what the heck, where‘s Mable?”, that’s totally my bad (It’s Chelsea, hi) I’ve felt weird writing about my own household and family but that’s what Mable is - she’s family, and pretty much has been since the start. What better day to announce her adoption than the day she’s officially heartworm free!
When we got a call begging us to come meet a partially paralyzed dog with amazing spirit, we drove to meet her knowing that if we didn’t pull her that it would likely end with a guaranteed spot on the euthanasia list. But that if we took her, it meant she was coming into one of our personal homes because we were at max capacity with nowhere else to place her. I remember gasping and grabbing ahold of Tori’s arm as I made eye contact with a happy, wiggly, wobbly thing through an employees only barrier and knew she was coming home a new Swampie, and coming home with me (unbeknownst to my boyfriend ). Defying the odds and kicking butt at physical therapy, Mable got stronger every single day and made a remarkable recovery! The wheelchair and booties we’d purchased for her were sent back, and this wild creature has never looked back!
Within a six-month period, we had to say goodbye to two of our pack, leaving a gaping hole in our family. In comes this tenacious little girl with an incredible spirit, wild ears, crazy party legs, and that hole started to get smaller and more bearable. It quickly became obvious that she wasn’t going anywhere. She’s got a best friend in the shape of an owl that she uses, abuses, and literally carries everywhere (so much so that we have replacements on deck), a special relationship with her fluffy feline brother that she corn cobs instead of giving kisses, and lives to smother her humans with love She put our family back together and I am SO grateful every day that we made that last minute trip to the shelter.
All this to say that I adopted happiness, and so should you. <3
Adopted June 2023
