“I think this is fate” said Misti Scaggs, a stalwart, long-term Palm Beach County Animal Care and Control Officer. I wasn’t really thinking of adopting another dog after losing the apple of my eye, Lovey, who was 23 years old when she died. She also came from the Palm Beach County shelter on Belvedere Road.
“She was thrown from a moving vehicle” said Misti; “well,” I thought, “who better to adopt this little one?” rationalizing adding another four-legged being to the family.
Pinkie panted, trembled and shook all the way to her new home. Her fear of being once again in a moving vehicle was evident, as she sat in my lap; her light-colored fur was in obvious need of a good cleaning, and she had a large three-inches-around lump on her back. Her feet and ankles remained brown even after three baths.
Then Pinkie began to come out of her shell. Whenever a toy was produced, she reacted with the fervor of a Tasmanian devil – full of a fierce, focused intent.
Today, Pinkie is quite possibly the most joyful dog alive! This is evident by her unfettered cavorting and galloping, when she realizes it’s time to get up on the bed or couch. Her happiness has made our home brighter.
Once again, I find myself asking the question, who really saves who?
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