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Don't stop believing....

A little over a month ago, the story of a local dog touched our hearts.  He was found in a ditch, injured, was taken in where he laid in a garage for 3 days, could not stand, he was fed but the person was just waiting for the shelter to open to take him in.  The lovely group of ladies that I foster for, found out, was able to get him and rushed him to the vet.

A month ago today he underwent extensive surgery to his leg and pelvis. Going in, it was uncertain as to whether or not he would even be able to keep his leg.  During surgery it was discovered that his injuries were most likely a few weeks old.  Luckily, his leg was repaired and stabilized with a pin.  That weekend I was asked to foster him.

I was nervous. I have fostered in the past many times but he would require crate rest and different care than I was used to.  Reluctantly I agreed to it.  I picked him up on July 8th.

In the days following I was put at ease. I would have to carry him off the back porch so he could potty.  Pick him back up and take him back inside.  But I didn't mind.  He laid around for a while but each day, with each tail wag getting faster, I have watched him grow stronger.  Become more playful.  And live the life a puppy should live.

Today was a month since his surgery.  And laying in bed this morning it put a smile on my face to hear him come over and bark, and look at me with his tail wagging telling me to get up.  And I smiled as I watched Journey (yes, that's his name) and Lady in the back yard playing together.  And he looked so happy.

I'm so glad I agreed to foster Journey.  I'm glad I didn't let my fear stop me.  Because watching the transformation he's gone through, is fitting to his name, it's been one heck of a journey.


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