Willow Tales: The Rescue
The Adventures of a Carolina Dog
It had to be one of the hottest weeks of the Summer. I don’t know if it was survival instinct that led our Mom to risk so much in the days before and after we were born, but she did everything she could to make sure we were taken care of.
The muggy humidity was like being submerged in soup. Most wild dogs like her would have found a damp spot somewhere in the shade to keep cool.
But not our Mom.
From what I’ve heard, she was out on that hot pavement daily trying to draw attention to her (and our) plight. That took a lot of courage for one who, up until that point, had chosen to avoid human contact.
Thanks to our amazing Creator, she was noticed by passing drivers, one of whom took photos of her, before and after she delivered us in that muddy, bug-infested bog. The bog did have its good points, though, as it shielded us from the hot sun. We could have very well died from dehydration.
From what I’ve been told, these photos were shared on various rescue sites, one of which our eventual rescuers saw. Thankfully, they lived just a few miles from where we were.
Soon, they had found our Mom. She was starving, but with every bit of food she ate, she would regurgitate it to feed us (this is common among our Carolina Dog breed), along with the little milk that she had.
At first, Momma was wary of our rescuers, but she led them to our Birth Bog with a little coaxing and some good food.
We were only three days old. Our eyes had not even opened. The next thing I remember, we were gently picked up and placed in a small cooler. Our rescuer then led our Mom out to their car and we all were on our way to a new life that we never even dreamed possible.
My sister, Okee had terrible infected sores on her rump, but the rest of us were fine. After she was treated, this little runt of our litter was as playful as the rest of us.
Momma was still a puppy, barely a year old herself when we were born. Our rescuers decided almost immediately to give her the forever home she deserved. They have named her Astrid.
Just look at her now. I’m so proud and happy for her.
It wouldn’t be long before we four rowdy siblings would be ready for adoption.
My sister and I were the first to go at eight weeks old. I will tell you all about that soon. Malcolm (now Shiloh) and Duncan were adopted soon after. Now we are all in our forever happy places.
Until next time, thanks for reading my stories on Willow Tales: The Adventures of a Carolina Dog.
Face Licks to all,
Willow
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Corky, I am really enjoying the stories of Willow and her family. So glad these pups were rescued an adopted by loving families. Happy endings possible for all now!