About Me
*Maggie has been adopted! She has found her forever home!*
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, and then it was the best of times again, and then it was the worst of times… again and again. My life has become a Dickensian Groundhog Day mishmash of ups and downs and repeats. But with lots of therapy and meditation, I declare that today is the first day of the rest of my life. Gone is the season of darkness, it is now my spring of hope.
My rescue life began 3 years ago, and it reads like an unfortunate series of events, some I will admit were the result of bad decisions on my part, but more than some due to rotten luck. I found myself in a shelter after my original family, now with two small children, decided I wasn’t the right fit for them. That’s just the way some of us dogs are designed. There is a home out there for all us. I believe this, down to my core.
Back in the day, I had some resource guarding issues, which in the rescue biz, isn’t really a big deal, because you just adjust and move on. I really don’t mind dining alone. It’s all the other times in life that I really live for. Foster home one came and went, then foster home two, more of the same. CBHR decided it was time for a little training, so off to school I went. Then there was foster home three, more of the same. Why are humans having so much trouble figuring out how I can live my best life? And then… foster home four. This is it, I thought, I’m finally home. Everything was going great. I was improving, through proper training, lots of soul searching, and a great foster dad. I was having so much fun playing fetch, playing with toys and getting along great with everyone that came around. And then my favorite person was gone, just like that, and he was going to be away all summer. But miracles do happen, and I was adopted by an amazing new dad. But just like all the times before, tragedy struck, my newest dad was diagnosed with cancer and was unable to care for me anymore.
This never ending string of bad luck is now my life. But, as hard as it is to accept, I try to keep my head held high, keep sniffing for the love of my life, and keep putting my best paw forward… my beautiful, slightly turned, gorgeous half-basset paw. But if I’m honest, all this really wears on a canine’s self-esteem. Why can’t I find someone to love me? Where is my forever home?
I know you are not going to believe it, but I was taken in yet again, and just like all the times before, I really believed I had found my forever home. Fast forward, and here comes a new girlfriend and her cat. A damn cat. A cat that would signal the end of my time at this home. Hoodooed by a feline, this was a first. But here I am again, homeless.
Go ahead, grab a tissue… I get it… I’ve lived it, it’s depressing. I really hope you’re still reading this, and I hope you have a little room in your home and in your heart, because I am entering a final plea for you to come and take me away from all this. CBHR has been great through all of this, but I’m at the end of my chew toy rope, and I deserve happiness with the right people. My people.
You won’t find a more beautiful basset mixture than myself, just take a look at the photos, they speak for themselves. Ahh, that breathtaking brindle, it’s so luxurious… and those soulful eyes. I could be the talk of your neighborhood and your social circle. Anyone can have a basset, but when you take on a basset combination like myself, you get everything you love in a basset, but you won’t have to bend down as far to pet me. That’s just one of the perks. I’m loving, energetic. I just want someone to spend time with me. We can play fetch, I can show you how to use all those toys you have lying around, and I love going on walks. Ah, glorious walks. There are countless homes out there without small kids, other dogs and cats, and good dog know-how, that are searching for an original, and I think I just might be the one. I’ve been doing so well, despite an exhausting list of misfortune, just ask around. I just want to be your forever best friend. Are you the last stop on my road to happiness? Just give CBHR a call and tell them you think Miss Maggie might be the one for you. I’ll be waiting.
July 8, 2021
