A Dog Scared to Death of Everyone Just Needed a Hug - The Most Beautiful Video

[HillWilliam]

48. We have six girls, all rescues.

Callie had the hardest way to go. She's a hero to me for deciding to make so much of herself. I wouldn't have blamed her if she had a bitter streak the rest of her life. I was prepared to love her regardless. (Once I give my heart, I can't ask for it back, yannow?)

All the girls are herders: the eldest is a cattledog/springer mix (her dad was a Blue, mom a champion bench springer); the next is a GSD/BC mix who came to me the day after my beloved mini-BC crossed the Bridge; Callalily is #3; #4 is half-weimaraner (her mom is registered) and half sneaky neighbor's dog (a bc, rottie, G'd-knows mix); #5 is a purebred BC who was abandoned as a pup and spent her first year in rescues (some not so good situations); the last we adopted as an elder who was turned out, a BC/boxer mix.

Herders are my passion; I've nearly always had herders, but never an aussie shepherd. My luck generally runs to heelers, but this family wound up mostly BC or BC mix. My partner and I are lucky to have lots of room for them to burn off all that herder energy *lol*

The girls come first, before anything. Right now I'm still unemployed and we're struggling pretty badly, but the girls still get top-shelf food and doctor visits when we do without. The girls give so much comfort back. I've never been unemployed so long which is especially frightening. Somehow at the eleventh hour, fifty-nine minutes and fifty-eight seconds, we find a way to do for them If it hadn't been for them, I probably would have given up by now. There are seven reasons for my feet to hit the floor and keep going: my husband who's a 30-year HIV survivor and has been in and out of hospital for the last two years, and the girls whose love keeps us going.