Rescue Dog Stories: The Joy of Adopting Fancy

That would be out little Puppy Girl, Fancy.

Shortly after Olaf died, my wife was beside herself. So, myself and others started a quest to find her a new dog. Oh, we looked at designer dogs, and almost went a bought one for a sum of cash that was incredible.

But nope, it just wouldn’t work for her.

Then she said, “If God intends for me to have anotehr puppy, it will be a little girl and a rescue puppy!”

Within the hour, the hour, the phone rang.

Our groomer had learned of a little girl rescued out of a horrible situation. Would we be interested in giving her a home.

When we first saw her, she broke out heart. She was dirty, skinny, sick, and her eyes said she’d given up hope.

Of course we took her.

She didn’t even have a name.

My wife and I are both Reba fans, and so I suggested the name Fancy. She didn’t know about that, and would wait till we got her cleaned up.

Stop one was the groomer where she got washed up, and groomed. When finished and we picked her up, she had ribbons in her hair.

The next stop was the vet. She was one sick little girl and the vet wasn’t even sure she’d last two weeks. But he said, go to the store and get some deli meat. Try getting something in her.

Slowly, she got better, even began putting on weight.

But the hardest part for her was me.

I suspect there was a man in her previous life that abused her and it took her a long time to warm up to me.

Now, before we go to bed, that’s her cue to get spoiled rotten. She just absolutely loves us. And she loves to bite her daddy.

She’s the only dig that has ever shared out bed and at night when it’s cold, she cuddles up next to me and sleeps.

So, yes, Fancy is her name.