Willow Tales: Born in a Bog
The Adventures of a Carolina Dog
Looking back on my short ten weeks of life, I am amazed at how our Creator cared for us.
My earliest memory is when my siblings and I were rescued with our Mom. We were barely three days old. Our Mom was starving, yet she put our health above her own.
Our rescue humans have given her the forever home she deserves. She will always be my hero.
I can only describe where we were born as an awful, miserable hot muddy bog, full of bugs and who knows what else.
My sister developed terrible sores close to her tail that got infected. We thought she wouldn’t make it, but our rescuers, our other heroes, were able to save her.
At first, she was the runt of our litter, but now she is thriving with her new adopted humans, who have named her Cherokee (Okee for short) and her new companion, Coulter.
My two brothers, Malcolm and Duncan have the droopiest eyes. They are so handsome and growing. Now, they are waiting to be adopted into their own forever homes.
When we were together we had so much fun playing with each other. I miss them so much, but we are all growing up and moving on. At least Okee and I will get to see each other from time to time and hopefully, we will keep in touch with our brothers.
Next time I will tell you the story of our brave mother.
Thank you all for reading my stories -
Face Links to All,
Willow
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I look forward to following Willow's puppyhood into maturity. Puppies are quite the challenge. I have raised two of them, and it's a real commitment and labor of love.