Exactly four years ago, we took a chance on an anxious, sickly momma dog who’d been pulled by a rescue from a high-kill shelter with her puppies - in hopes that she’d nurse a Bonus! litter of orphans. She did! And then they all went up for adoption. (then/today)

It was, to be frank, a bit of a rough start. The rescue group was...not correct, shall we say, about her age/health/etc. She arrived with a UTI and a bowel infection, young enough that she was still teething. Her spay incision was - to quote our vet - the worst she’d ever seen.

Lucy was scraggly, sick, and prone to wreaking havoc.

But she had a new big brother and a couple of cats to keep her company and show her the ropes.

It took some adjustment. It took time and patience and consistency, and it was never boring. In time, Lucy found her voice. This is the first time she ever felt good enough to badger Greyson into playing with her.

Anyway. I’d say it all worked out pretty well, in the end