Super(expensive)Dog

OK.
So, we go to the humane society just to look.
There is a little dog, laying quietly while the others yip and yap, yip and yap.
We choose to take her home, with her bloated little belly and crusty nose because, even at 3 months and without having a name, she would come when called. Everytime.
A few months later, she jumped out of the back of a truck going 55. I found her in a ditch with a couple of scratches.
Within a few more months, she began limping on her back leg. Evidently her kneecap wouldn't stay put.
Surgery. In Eugene. $$$$
I picked her shaven little body up and brought her home. She was grateful. If nothing else, Tashi is grateful.
She has been stopped in her tracks by a stick that should have removed her eyeball.
I've leapt out of the back of the truck from under the canopy, realizing Tashi was relaxing in the shade only when both of my feet land on her side. She didn't make a noise.
Our vet has found open wounds concealed in by her coat we didn't know were there because she didn't complain about them.
We got Tashi to give Aly a sister, but what we really got was one of the sweetest and loyal animals I've ever come across.

This last weekend, Tashi had an accident involving a rather large stick that tore her wide open. $$$ The vet said she could see her rib cage, and now she has crazy Frankenstein stitches and a drain in her side. Less than 48 hours after she skinned herself alive she's acting normal, minus what you can see above.

Here's to Tashi going for it. Sure beats the pound.