12 wonderful years! Or my foster fail.

 This weekend I celebrate an anniversary. I belong to a group of dog owners and the majority of our dogs are rescues so we have Gotcha Day. The day our dogs became part of our family. It was twelve years ago this sweet girl came into my life and she's been a joy since day one!

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!