She was three and a half weeks old and was one of several puppies thrown out into the snow on a cold January night. Two boys found her and called the animal control officer. Eventually she was brought into the animal hospital where I work. Since she was so little the animal control officer didn't want to keep her at the shelter. I was off that weekend and said I'd help. He kept her the first night and I took her home the next day to 'foster' her until she was of an adoptable age.
I think she was in the house all of four hours before my kids and I just fell in love with her. The following Monday I called the shelter and asked what I had to do to adopt this puppy. The shelter director laughed and said she'd had a feeling that little puppy wouldn't come back to the shelter and was happy this little girl found a home.
She's always been so darn cute and personable she would've been adopted right away I'm sure.
Since my pup was found on a street called Rosewood her name became Rosie.
As you can see being adorable is some sort of super power for her.
I can't believe it's been 12 years and I've treasured each and every day. Happy Gotcha day, Rosie!