She was picked up as a stray, had puppies in the pound (only two out of seven survived ), was rescued and put in foster care with her puppies, and is coming home with us today! We have visited her twice and she is so sweet and gentle. It’s hard to believe she was a stray; she seems well-socialized and not at all aggressive or afraid. But if she came from a good home, why was no one looking for her? It’s quite a mystery.
She was named “Angel” by her foster family, but we’re going to call her “Sasha.” She does have heartworms and will start treatment in a couple of weeks, so we’re hoping for the best. The vet doesn’t think they’re too bad yet and she has an excellent chance of surviving the treatment.
That is such a sweet face!! You could start your very own cutie-pie thread with her.
I have had some wonderful dogs from various shelters and rescue orgs over the years. Some of them were such characters that my friends talk about them even years after they are gone. I don’t know why people are so careless with such treasures, but it looks like Sasha landed on her feet.
We got her home this evening, and she was walking around sniffing and exploring constantly for about 3 hours. She is finally lying down sleeping now. I hope she’ll sleep tonight so we can get some sleep too! She should be worn out. She’s a sweetie!
I have a Sasha story. When I was at a coffee shop, sitting outdoors with two friends and their dogs, a little girl comes out with her dad. The girl is about two and a half and starts cooing, “Sasha, Sasha.” Apparently her dog is named Sasha so she thinks that is the word for dog.
This reminds me of a girl I went to school with whose name was Sasha. Everybody pronounced it with an “a” like in “father,” but she was always quick to tell them that it was with an “a” like in “cat.” I never got used to saying it that way.
I agree. When I see people going to pet stores to buy $500 dogs because they’re “in style” my heart breaks because I know that within a couple months it’s likely that those very dogs will end up in a shelter, waiting to be put to death because the owners “got tired” of them.
I suspect that when I get my own house I am going to be one of those people with 30 adopted dogs but no children, husband, family, friends or visitors.
), was rescued and put in foster care with her puppies, and is coming home with us today! We have visited her twice and she is so sweet and gentle. It’s hard to believe she was a stray; she seems well-socialized and not at all aggressive or afraid. But if she came from a good home, why was no one looking for her? It’s quite a mystery.
