On a hot day10 years ago on my way home from work I saw a little black dog in the road, looked like she had been hit by a car. I stopped and flagged down a car heading right toward her and told him what was in the road ahead. She was lying in a pool of blood, looking dazed. 2 young men stopped to help me, one a Marine who had a poncho in his car. We put her on the poncho and the young men helped to get her to a local vet. The vet said she was about 3 months old and in shock. He gave her some fluids and said she would have to go the emergency vet overnight. I lived 70 miles from the vet and the Marine offered to go back and take her to the emergency vet. When he got there the vet told him that she had imporved so much she could stay with him. The next day I picked her up (IV and all) and took her to my vet for further testing. Fortunately, she had no broken bones, just a laceration in her leg; but, stayed at my vet for a week. My vet told me that she had parvo, which she was able to treat. We already had 2 rescue "girls" and I tried to give her to people I knew, I was not giving her to someone I didn't know, she was too special. Today, 10 years later she is the best dog. Everyone loves her and she loves everyone. She is a talker, she talks to everyone that passes. The neighbors love her too and call her the Mayor of Sandy Ridge. (Katie is on the left, then Ashley and Carolina)