Meet Trixie

One of my very best friends isn’t a person…she’s my dog Trixie.

When I bought my house, my mom told me I’d need a dog so I wouldn’t get lonely. I looked in the newspaper, online, boards—everywhere—and no one had puppies. So I went to the Human Society website and there was Trixie. She was staring straight into the camera and below her photo, it said she was “trying to be brave.” My heart broke! I told my mom that I couldn’t leave her there. 

I went to see her the next day. She was a year old. Had been badly abused. And was so starved that she didn’t look like a dog—more like a baby chipmunk or squirrel. But it hadn’t broken her. She trotted around me joyfully and sat her little 4-pound body in front of the door so I couldn’t leave. 

She chose me. And we’ve been a team ever since. I’ve had her 6 years now and she’s a completely different dog. She’s happy and confident and loves our little home.