Running through the field of clover, I am in pursuit of that kitty cat… ‘Misty Moonshine.’ She stops in her tracts, and looks back at me…twitching that tail, as if taunting me…allowing me time to catch up with her. I’m getting closer…& closer…I bound forward, my legs carrying me as fast as they can…

I wake up and slowly roll over in bed. My first thought of the day will be of her, and hoping she had a good nights sleep, and dreams full of well… whatever it is that dogs dream about. I look over at her lying in her bed. ‘Baby’ is still sleeping, and must be having a good dream, as her little limbs are twitching…almost as if she is running. I lay there amazed at what it is she could be dreaming about, and wonder if running indeed could be a part of them. I will let her sleep and enjoy that dream for as long as she can, knowing in my heart, it is my dream for her as well. I look at her sleeping body. She is beautiful…she is perfect… well… she is until you come to her legs…for our little Baby was born with only one leg to speak of. The others vary in length, and in use. The two on her upper body come down just about to where her first knuckle or knee would be, then they dissolve into nothingness. Then in the back, she has her one full size leg, and then on the other side, only a little flap. I often wonder what had happened to her Mama, that she was born like this? I wonder who took care of her, and how did she nurse when first-born, etc? But, I guess we will never know, and all that is part of the mystery, and part of what makes our little ‘Baby’ so unique and special. I remember the day I got her picture emailed to me, and the plea that had gone out from the Shelby Co. Humane Society where she had been brought into. I looked into those big brown eyes, and it was love at first sight! ‘Full of personality’, the email had said…First elation, when Crystal told me that we could adopt her, then worry how I would take care of such a special dog. Not having any experience in such matters, how would I know to do everything right??? Worrying all the way to meet Crystal and pick up ‘Baby’ that day were fears unfounded the moment Crystal placed this little 6 week old bundle of love in my arms. Looking at her, other that the obvious, she was just like all our other precious little ones, and there I knew was the key as to how I would take care of her…just like all the other dogs. “Don’t tell Baby she is handicapped”, Crystal says…” she doesn’t realize it yet” I won’t tell her, I promise, and we hug and part ways. And this morning as I watch her sleep, I am so thankful to have such a precious one entrusted in our care.

I wake up and Mama is there watching me…’Good Morning Baby’ she says, ‘did you have a nice dream?? What were you dreaming about little one…were you going to town???’ She then brings me a bowl of fresh water, and I wonder how in the world she knows I am so thirsty when I first wake up?? After a long drink, Mama gathers me up in her arms and we go outside to do…well, you know!! The grass is wet from last nights rain, and all the smells, and sound of the birds are wonderful! ‘Sorry about the wet grass’, Mama says, as she places me down on the ground. Several other dogs gather round to say good morning…then dart off to play their games. Mama sits down on the steps, not letting me too far out of sight. I love to be outside, it is where I am the happiest!! Mama knows this, and takes me out as often as she can. I do my business, and then scoot around to take in the morning and catch every sight & scent. It is a little foggy this morning. and the dew has captured every blade of grass and making every spider’s web visible. I take in everything and then look over at Mama…I see her wipe away a tear, and I wonder what in the world she could be thinking…

I look over at Baby… She is always so happy, and greets each day the same, and has such great outlook on life, and is loved by everyone she meets. If only I could face life like Baby…if only I could overcome obstacles like she has, and keep on going. There are days when I’m not sure who rescued whom….as she lifts me up, and gives me hope that tomorrow will be better and there is hope to whatever problems may arise. I watch Baby as a yellow butterfly catches her eye, and off she goes. She has built up her upper body strength, and can take off like the wind. She does get around, though it may take her a little longer than the other dogs, Baby pretty much does whatever she makes up her mind to do. She plays, she eats well (loves banana Popsicles). We have noticed that the larger and heavier she grows, the more strength she needs to pull her body, and this outside excursion will soon tire her, and she must stop and rest.

“Come on Baby, let’s go back inside where it’s cool!!! You are getting so big…Mama says…giving me a kiss…and picks me up and we climb up the stairs together, and back into the house. She lays me on my favorite bed that Crystal gave me, and then Mama goes into her office and begins her day doing some ‘K9 paperwork’ as she calls it. In two seconds though I am off of my bed and have scooted up the hallway, to peek around the corner…There she is…that feline… ‘Misty Moonshine’. There she sits, that unpretentious kitty cat, so cool and, with her back to me, eating her breakfast, just crunching away. I make my advance forward…I round the corner and then that Misty turns, hisses, and swats that tail, and jumps up in her bed where she knows I can’t get her… isn’t that just like a kitty cat!! So, I scoot over to her bowl and finish every last bite of her breakfast…isn’t’ that just like a doggie???? Ha!! Mama is typing away on her computer…and I stop & wonder what in the world she could be writing?

‘Dear Rescue K911 Family…we’d like to thank each one of your for your love & support to our rescue. Your gifts of love & support are so needed & so appreciated and helps us in our work to rescue the lost & homeless.

Mama stops for a second and looks over at me.

Your support also enables us to provide a home & sanctuary to those that may take a longer time to be adopted, or may never be adopted. Those that have special needs, those that have been abused, or born feral. Your support means so much to us.

Later that night, after supper, Mama lays me gently in my bed. Good night Baby’ she says giving me a kiss…Today was a good day for Baby!! She lays her hand on my head as I close my eyes, drifting off into doggie-land dreams. In my dream, I am racing through the field of clover. Lookout yellow butterflies…lookout kitty cats…you are no match for me now!! Chasing that elusive Misty Moonshine…we come to the top of the hill. She looks back at me…she is twitching that feline tail…and I am getting closer…then closer…ever closer, my legs carrying me as fast as they can!

Thank you Rescue K911 Family for all your love & support to our little ones!
Larry, Loraine & Baby Weaver