My Life: Yoda Bird

Hello lovelies!  I hope you are all having a relaxing Saturday morning.  Ryan has been out of town quite a bit lately and I am happy as a clam to have him back home.  Everything feels right in the world when our little family of three is together.  Speaking of the third member of our family, today I wanted to share with you a bit more about our dog Yoda {or we call him, "Yoda Bird"}.  I volunteer at a few local animal rescue organizations including the Humane Society and Every Dog Counts Rescue {EDCR}, and this past August we received an urgent email from EDCR saying the local Care & Control was overflowing with adoptable dogs and if they couldn't find short-term fosters there would be no choice but to euthanize the dogs.  Clearly this was not something I would sit by and allow to happen, so I quickly called EDCR and opened up our house to a foster.

The next morning a woman dropped off a little 8.5 pound long-haired Chihuahua mix named Yoda off at our house.  When they found him wandering along the side of the road he had almost no fur due to horrible malnutrition.  He had mange, multiple skin infections, an infected toe, and just about every other ailment you can imagine.  The poor thing was so scared he cried for the first three hours he was at our house.  When Ryan came home from work to meet him he whimpered and shook, afraid to let Ryan get within arms distance of him.  However, he quickly came out of his shell, literally falling asleep in our hands every time we gave him any kind of affection.  I remember about 24 hours into it laying on the couch to take a nap and little Yoda sneaking ever so cautiously into my nook and falling asleep with me...and it was at that moment I decided that he would never be leaving us :) It took Ryan about another 36 hours, but by the end of the weekend we had decided to officially adopt Yoda.

Slowly but surely, thanks to an organic diet, fish oil, about a dozen appointments at the vet, exercise, and a lot of love his health returned and so has most of his fur!  You can see his before and after picture here {to be honest, every time I look at the 'before' I cry}.  This little guy has made me happier than I could have ever imagined.  Last year was a pretty downright rotten year for me.  My mom was diagnosed with cancer {thankfully she is now in remission!}  My grandpa passed away.  I couldn't find a job, and when I found one {which I thought was the perfect job at my dream company} it turned out to be one of the most terrible experiences of my life.  I spent a lot of time questioning what I wanted to do with my life, doubting my self-worth, and being bogged down with constant anxiety and stress.   My friends, family, and Ryan were there for me 110%, supporting me and lifting me up when I was at my lowest...but it just seemed like no matter what I did I was stuck in a perpetual funk and no matter how hard I tried I wasn't able to get out.  Getting Yoda somehow managed to lift a huge weight off my shoulders knock me on a different trajectory, one of positivity, optimism, and {dare I say it} contentment.  I was so stuck inside my head and overwhelmed with my fears and anxieties, that getting a dog was just what I needed to bring me back out to the real world and realize that life is actually pretty darn awesome!  Apparently the bumper sticker was right all along...my rescue dog rescued me.