By HELEN PALMER

K9 Corner

Author’s note: This is the fifteenth true story of a dog that has been blessed with a number of human angels just when all hope had disappeared. I have given her the name Prancer in this article to protect her identity. She will tell her own story, recognizing

her various angels.

Hi, I have been given the name “Prancer” and yes, I can prance now. My first memory was being taken away from my mother’s nice warm side, placed in a vehicle and driven out into the country where I was left at the end of a driveway. I didn’t know that the reason this happened was because my front legs didn’t work and I moved around by pushing with my hind legs. I guess the word is “you use what you have and don’t worry about what you don’t have; or if you don’t have it, you don’t miss it,” Right?

A kind human, I’ll call him my Angel No. 1, spotted me, scooped me up and took me to the local animal shelter. There, I was evaluated as un-adoptable and placed in a cat litter box for immediate euthanasia. I was lonely, so I yelped to get some attention and company.

Little did I know that two more angels were wandering through the shelter and heard my tiny little yelp. They opened the door to the cat area and saw me. I call these my Angels No. 2 and No. 3 and they were the most important humans in my short life. On hearing that I was on death row, they asked if they could adopt me, so I was wrapped in a warm blanket and off we went.

My next stop was at an animal clinic, where I was diagnosed with a tummy full of worms as well as the paralyzed front legs. Good news! The veterinarian (Angel No. 4) felt that physical therapy and good nutrition would probably give me the use of my front legs. When the time came to pay the doctor, Angel No. 5 stepped in and covered the fee. (And I didn’t have to do anything but look cute.)

Angel No. 2 knew of a Chihuahua rescue and asked if they would take me in. Fortunately Angel No. 6 had room for me, took me in and then took me to her veterinarian who felt my front leg problem was due to a virus. I was put on steroids and antibiotics and it worked! Just weeks later I was able to run around the yard although the grass was over my head.

Angel No. 6 kept sending Angel No. 2 videos of my activities and also alerting the public that I was looking for a forever home. Within weeks, a family contacted Angel No. 6, saying that they really, really wanted to adopt me. I’m so happy in my new forever home!

Angel No. 2 has these comments to make: “We were at the right place at the right time. Prancer was so close to taking her last breath! Please adopt, don’t shop and be sure to spay and neuter your pets!”

That’s my story. I am enjoying life as well as the Christmas season and I wish everyone a blessed New Year. Love, Prancer.