We found her on a Mississippi country road.

Her story began the same way as many country dogs’: one of a litter born of free-range, roaming mutts.

My fiance and I were driving back to town from the place where we would soon be married when I saw a scrappy, red-skinned creature in the middle of the road. We passed by it, and I turned around to try to discern what kind of life form it was. [Read more…]