on the highway and headed back to H3 after losing my Loki this morning, I saw a sign I knew would lead me to hope... and it did.
I couldn't think of a better way to reassure myself that no matter how bad things get, rescue is where I belong.
This is my girl Hope. Remember her? When I pulled her out of BARC shelter in Texas, she was minutes from death, eyes sunk so deep into her head from dehydration that she couldn't open them, neglected, starved, abused and all done in a less than 3 week time period.
Hope is one of the most amazing huskies I have worked with. I watched this girl go from the realization that maybe she could live, to this... just look at this!