Eventually, the dog gave birth somewhere in the woods, but she continued to lurk near the lodge. Park employees and guests tossed leftover fried chicken, dinner rolls, and bacon to the sad stray who would not allow pats or ear rubs. Everyone was on the hunt for her puppies.
Finally, a kitchen employee located the den. A kind conservation officer managed to trap mom, and she was taken to the local animal shelter. A rescue took the four fluffy, adorable puppies, but a new and more immediate threat developed. The shelter manager determined momma dog was ineligible for adoption because she was too feral.
I disagreed – I had seen intelligence in those sweet brown eyes. This dog just needed to be given a chance. The manager agreed to give her to me, and save the cost of euthanasia. But I had to pick her up within 24 hours.
“But I had to pick her up within 24 hours.”
We picked Willow for her name – a gentle, charming, bewitching soul who just needed a little time to come into her own. Although it was clear that Willow missed her puppies, once introduced to our other two dogs, she quickly bonded to her new dog family. And she slowly learned to love her human family too. Now she is one of the pack.
She is still jumpy around strangers, lawn mowers are growly monsters, and she’s not a dog park kind of dog. But our favorite nickname for her? The marshmallow dog (she’s soft and cuddly). Oh, and her favorite food is still fried chicken.
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