Meet Sugar!
Will she win the “World’s Cutest Rescue Dog” contest that she recently entered? She and I think she’s clearly the best choice for that fine honor.
As is with most rescue animals, her life previous to finding her forever home remains shrouded in mystery. Here’s what we know: a small poodle-mix was wandering the Miami streets, covered in filth and fleas. She was rescued and brought to the shelter where I volunteer as a dog-walker. (It’s the same shelter where Mitzvah claimed me as her mom.)
The veterinarians there thought she might be six years old, but when they saw her teeth and gums, they adjusted their estimate to twelve years old. She had infections in her bladder and her ears, a cyst on her mammary gland, and most of her teeth had to be extracted. She also had two bladder stones requiring surgical removal.
Life was rough for this little girl.
But the excellent vet care she received at the shelter brought her back to health. When I said that I would foster her, I brought a happy six-pound dog into my home. Her shelter name wasn’t “Sugar” but that’s what I called her when I first met her. Readers of the “Failed Foster” blog know that “sugar” is a term of endearment in the South, and she is indeed an endearing dog. She’s up to eight pounds now, she dances for joy, and whenever I have to leave the house for an errand, she waits patiently by the window parallel to the front door.
Sugar has been hinting that I need to write a book about her. She’s already told me what it will be called . . .
