It's hard to look at those early photos..........she was a rez dog, abandoned in the desert, a skeleton with fur. It still breaks my heart to remember her that way.
My husband and I found Pinto on a hike in the northern New Mexico desert. She was dehydrated, emaciated, and was wearing a collar she had tried to escape from but instead had one leg caught in it. The collar had been in that position for so long the flesh under her leg had begun to grow around it.
We knew we could not leave her there.
I will never forget the feeling of relief/gratitude/love that poured in waves from her little body as I wrapped her in a blanket, lifted her up, and carried her to the truck. We took her home that night.
We didn't know if she would make it through the night but we cleaned her up, fed her small meals, and hoped for the best.
That was nine years ago today. Just look at her now!
My best girlfriend.