Good Morning! My name is Finley! My name means “benevolent warrior” in Nordic, or so Liz says. I am a fighter for sure.
My mamma was found by Miss N in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas. Miss N was driving home one night after trapping two dogs at the Whataburger. She looked to her left and there was my mamma, huddled in a ditch, It was 40 degrees out, sleeting and raining. Miss N scooped up my mamma and took her home.
Five days later, me and my 5 siblings were born. Only I survived. I was nursing happily on my mamma, who Miss N called Mammacita, until she died two days later. Miss N did everything she could to keep me alive. She found another nursing mom, who rejected me. Miss N found a second nursing mom, who snapped me away from her every time I tried to nurse. So Miss N stayed up for two weeks, bottle feeding me, willing me to live.
I stayed in a little nest beside Miss N’s bed. One morning Miss N couldn’t find me. She frantically looked everywhere for me, calling out for me and searching for me. I had sniffed out the old pit bull in the corner of the room and crawled over to him after my last feeding. I snuggled up against him and there I slept, happy for the company of another dog. Like Miss Liz said, I’m a fighter.
After a few weeks of getting fat and healthy, I was moved to another foster closer to my transport. Miss Dalila was to become my next foster. I left with my buddy Deedee, another puppy like me. Deedee was found in a box in a dumpster, hence her name, “Dumpster Dog,” or “Deedee.’ We arrived in San Antonio and were getting ready to leave for South Florida when I broke with Parvo.
Parvo is one of the deadliest diseases that a puppy can get. Puppies have less than a 60-40% chance of surviving it and by the way, one puppy can run up a bill of $3,000. So I found myself being rushed to ER. There, I fought like mad for 3 days and guess what…? I MADE IT! Liz, Michelle, Miss Dalila and Miss N all willed me to live and I did. The Staff at the ER clinic said that I was the most brave puppy ever and they too, willed me to live.
I am now waiting for transport to Wellington, where I already have a family who is going to adopt me. Please come and say hello to me at the 3rd Annual Triples Tennis Event at the Wellington Tennis Center on Friday, March 25, 2022, 5:30-6:00 pm.
If you can’t play in the triples event, then please just support rescue. I made it because so many people in rescue worked endlessly to make sure I did. I’m happy to brag about the fact that I’m a happy statistic: 1) My mom was a discarded, pregnant pit bull left to die in a ditch and 2) I was a very sick puppy who wouldn’t have had a chance if not for all your kind donations. The $60 you’re paying to play in this event may not seem like a lot to you, but to me, it was the difference between life and death. Thank you!
