When I lived and worked in South Carolina, I rescued a pup.
Her name was “Jennifer” she was 6 weeks old and the cutest little ball of fur ever. No offense to any Jennifers out there, but that name was just not fitting for this pooch. I re-named her Ronan (like Conan O’Brien, but with an “R”) after a stuffed lion toy I had as a kid. She immediately responded to it — not kidding — so I knew it was a great name for her.
After her adoption was finished, we got ready to take her home when one of her brothers came back to the shelter after testing positive for
, a deadly virus that claims the life of about 50% of the pups that contract it. I was assured by staff that since she didn’t show any signs, she should be fine but that I should consider a visit with their specialist just in case.
Of course, I agreed. And it was a good thing I did, because she did end up contracting the virus. After a week-long fierce battle for life, a bunch of moola and two plasma transfusions later, “Ro” (her nickname) survived. Now 9 months old, she is one the funniest, energetic, and smartest dogs I’ve ever had. Adjusting to the life of a city dog has been a bit of a challenge but I can’t wait to see how she responds to the snow! I’ll keep you guys posted on her status and post some silly videos of her soon.
How to Rock
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