Once upon a time, I was a shop dog. Life was pretty routine—until one day, it wasn’t. I got hit by a car (or something; it’s all a blur now). My bones were shattered, my legs dislocated, and, to make things worse, my “family” just stopped caring. They didn’t feed me, let me inside, or even say goodbye 😔. But I stayed close to the shop anyway—I guess I’m loyal like that. 🥲

Things got pretty ruff. I dragged myself around looking for scraps, and my legs got worse and worse until they were necrotic. (I know, not a pretty picture 😬.) One day, a kind human found me. It took hours to convince me to leave my spot—I mean, I didn’t trust anyone at this point, right? But this human brought me to the vet, and everything changed from there. ❤️

Now here’s where it gets good! 🐾

I’m living the dream, my friends. 🥰 After all that, I ended up in a fospice forever home with the best foster momma in the world! You’d think after everything I’ve been through, I’d be all gloomy, but no way! I’m healthy, happy, and let me tell you—plump and proud! 😎

🐕‍🦺 My momma takes such good care of me and my foster sister, Milagra, who’s also a special case from Stray Paws Rescue. Together, we’re like a little squad of medical marvels. ✨ And even though I’ve been through a double amputation (yup, lost both back legs) and heartworm treatment, you know what? I wag my tail every single day. Yup, that’s right—the vets said I wouldn’t be able to, but guess who’s wagging now?! 😏💪