My turn, thanks for starting this thread!!
Annie B was a puppy mill rescue. She was a breeder for 5 years before she blessed my life. She was my love, my best friend, my reason for getting up each day. She was the first breath of air that filled my lungs every morning and the last sigh that escaped as we snuggled in for sleep each night. She had to have all her teeth pulled, so her tongue was always out, but I feel it just added to her adorableness. I did monthly cards that I sent to 30-40
of my closest family and friends each month & Annie was my model. I've never seen a dog who so love to play dress up and she was a pro at posing and giving me just the right look. She would start to dance around and get so excited every time I got the camera and tripod out. She lived for rides on the motorcycle and chasing the bunnies in the backyard. Sweet Annie, Momma still misses you
soooo much!!
Then there's Boo. His owner took him and a poodle to the pound, they returned the next day for the poodle but left him. A rescue came and got him and we found him through them. I can't understand why anyone would want to give him up, he is the best dog!!! I don't know why, but I thank God every day they did, because he has been an absolute joy. He grieved with me when Annie had to leave us and he welcomed, with an open heart, little Gracie Ruth and has the patience of Job with her and Yogi. My precious Boo.
And then there is...Me. I'm a rescue too. Gracie Ruth rescued me from the depths of despair when Annie crossed over the Rainbow bridge. I truly didn't know how I was going to breath without her. But when little Gracie came bounding through the house to greet me that first day and even though she wasn't much into giving kisses at that time, gave me a big kiss on my nose then squirmed to get back down to play with Boo I knew I had been saved.
Thank you Manolo's Mom for this rare gem. 