She worked her way into our world, but not suddenly. Found hobbling in the street with bleeding cuts and a broken paw, she needed help. Close friends of ours brought her to safety, and began the process of healing.

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A year later, though recovered from her wounds, she was still without a forever family. We only intended to watch her for the week, while her foster (pup)parents were out of town. And in those 8 days, she chose us. Actually, in all honesty, she chose us when she came in the door, ran across the room, and made the couch her home. We barely had a choice. I mean, look at that face.

Destroying her first stuffed toy in her new home. Within 10 minutes. Lesson learned.

Welcome home, Khaleesi.