Doggone it; for Miracle the wonder dog

I almost got a dog this week- an adorable, yet emaciated Boston terrier named Miracle. I think I would have renamed her Manson, as a nod to her heterochromia- one large pale blue and one brown eye. Her big awesome buggy peepers were the first thing I noticed about her. The folks at the Greene County Humane Society bestowed the name on her because it’s a ‘miracle’ she’s still alive. This poor pupper was left in an abandoned house in Linton with two other dogs to starve, for weeks, if not months. Someone saw the dogs in the window of an abandoned house and called the police, who turned the dogs over to the shelter. When Miracle arrived at the shelter, she only weighed 10 pounds. She had been starved for so long, her ribs and spine jutted out of her skin. I’m told she was so weak, her little back legs just folded under her.

She’s an underdog and a survivor and if I had to guess, I would say I’m drawn to those qualities because they are inherent in myself. Somewhere in a parallel universe I’m taking Manson on walks in the fresh air and building her little staircases to the bed and couch. She’s riding shotgun in the car; she’s lying in a patch of sun at the patio door; she’s getting chubby on snacks.

But in reality, I just can’t give her the undivided attention and care she needs to recover. So alas, I must face the music. As the Bob Dylan song goes, “It ain’t me babe.”

It’s possible that knowing your limitations is a form of love. In any case, Miracle’s fur-ever home is out there somewhere.

For more information contact GCHS at (812) 847-4780 or greenecountyhumanesociety.org.