The New Love of My Life!

As my foster friend and I drove into the parking lot of a rural pound, I saw her from a distance in an outdoor pen. From far away, she almost looked like a wolf -- a very, very skinny wolf.

I climbed into the pen with her. She had tags with a phone number and had been recently groomed. She was sweet as could be and even knew a few tricks. Clearly, she belonged to someone, which did not explain why she was so emaciated. We scanned her for a microchip, then called the numbers on her tag, leaving a detailed message about where her owners could find her.

They never called. They never came looking. Five days later, she was bailed out and is currently waiting with another fosterer until I have room here to bring her home. I visit and spoil her a couple times a week and leaving her makes me cry. I cannot explain why she is one of the "special ones," who captured my heart. It just boggles my mind when such a wonderful creature, so full of love and eager to please, is unwanted. It makes me want them all the more.

Be patient, sweet Tasha, I'm bringing you home soon . . .