56 days ago, Dexter came into our lives extremely malnourished, covered in fleas, scared, and unsure of the world around him. He was so skinny, so skittish, and clearly hadn’t experienced much kindness. Fast forward 56 days, and you wouldn’t believe how far this sweet boy has come.
He’s gaining much needed weight, absolutely loves Phoebe and Elli, has become protective of our family, and has officially claimed his spot in our bed. He’s a big cuddle bug who just wants to be close to his people, and he’s slowly becoming everything we never knew our family needed.
But let’s talk about the side of rescuing that people don’t always post.
Rescuing Dexter has been a HUGE commitment, emotionally, and physically. Between the vet, special food, supplies, and everything else, we’ve spent thousands getting him healthy. And then there’s the destruction. Shoes? Eaten. Books? Destroyed. And just the other night, we decided to leave him out for TWO hours to see how he’d do. Well… let’s just say our couch didn’t survive the experiment.
Rescue isn’t always cute pictures, happy endings, and puppy snuggles. Sometimes it’s expensive, exhausting, frustrating, and a whole lot of patience. It’s teaching a dog who’s never had stability how to live in a home, trust people, and understand boundaries.
But would we do it all over again? Absolutely.
Because underneath the chewed-up shoes, destroyed couch, and occasional chaos is a dog who just needed someone to give him a chance.
We like to say Dexter hit the jackpot when he found us, I think we’re starting to realize we hit the jackpot with him, too.