When I say things were looking bad, I really mean B-A-D! My owner had always had a mental illness but with the help of her caretaker, we managed fine. One day, I heard my owner say the caretaker had taken ill and died…….and things really spiraled out of control from that day on. By the time I was surrendered to the local veterinary hospital, my hair had grown matted over my eyes so I couldn’t see and my nails grew so long they curled under and stabbed through my paws. I was weak from hunger and dehydration and I couldn’t walk anymore

I have to admit that by then, I’d grown quite a chip on my shoulder. Being in pain 24-7 takes its toll on anyone’s good nature, eh? But the vets did a great job of grooming me and getting my nails back under control, and before too long, I was feeling a little more like my old genial self. Then I moved into rescue and a new foster home where I wander the farm and hang out with the other foster dogs. I get along great with everyone there, including horses, cats and other dogs. I really enjoy nice kids and cuddling up with people of all ages. My back legs are still a little wobbly from lack of proper exercise, but they are getting stronger every day, enough so that I can now climb stairs and hike around the lawn with no help at all.

I’m Finster, a mushpot of a Peekapoo. Nine years old, neutered, up to date on shots, microchipped, housebroken and ready to be adored. Got a whole lotta cuddling to catch up on and I intend to make my new family as happy as I am. The world’s a big mystery to me……I don’t know why things had to get so bad before they got so good. But who cares, anyway? Life’s a big bowl of beef stew now and I don’t even need a fork to enjoy it.

Whaddya say we have a little talk about our future together?