when a frightened blue Pit Bull appeared at the Sleeps With Dogs' house.
It was late at night and around the young female's neck was
a knotted rope she gnawed through to break free.
so I called her Harriet Tubman because she freed herself.
Harriet spent the night inside the SWD house.
I whisked Harriet to the vet in the morning to check for a microchip and have her health assessed.
No microchip (not that I would've returned her to a neglectful home anyway).
She was underweight, had mange and was not spayed.
I left the vet's office with meds and hope of finding Harriet a home.
I figured finding this youngster a home wouldn't be a problem...
Foster Harriet became this homeless girl's new name.
she clearly felt better.
It was then I realized Foster Harriet was a wild, untamed whirling dervish of a pooch.
I was blindsided by this high-energy, nutty girl.
You see, DogMa was used to lazy, easily pooped-out dogs.
Foster Harriet was neither.
or a rescue with available space (they were all full),
all while attempting to keep my own sanity and limbs with this pawsmanian devilish dog.
Then something pawmazing happened...
Foster Harriet started chasing balls and bringing them back to DogMa.
Over and over.
It saved her life and mine (mostly mine).
as the search for a home, rescue or other foster continued.
And while I was desperate and overwhelmed at times,
the only option told to me repeatedly was to dump Foster Harriet at animal control.
That was not an option for DogMa.
She is also silly, funny, sweet and supaw smart.
Harriet has several nicknames at the SWD house:
Tubs, Tubman, Hairball, Hairballsie and Harrry-monster
She is a cuddlebug who insists on sleeping under the covers.
... And DogMa loves her.
today it is official...
Harriet Tubman has found her furever home.
It is right here.