Chance
Hello, my name is Chance. I'm a 1- or 2-year-old male Westie, and I'd like to
tell you how I got my name, and an opportunity for a new life.
I don't remember much about my early days. I was surrendered to an
animal hospital who contacted the WHWTCGA Westie Rescue. I was adopted by
a lady who had raised Westies for 30 years, and her last Westie had died
suddenly the previous month. The lady decided to give me a "Chance",
and so I got my name.
That is when my new life began. The animal hospital gave me my shots,
sent lots of medicine and instructions.
Was I surprised when I got to my new home! I had a new "big" sister, a
3-year-old Yorkie named Mitzi who weighs about five pounds. I also had a
fenced yard, a screened porch, a nice big area of the kitchen blocked off for
me with my new kennel to sleep in, a whole bunch of toys, and when I'm good, I
get the run of the house. Boy, did I feel lucky, now if only I could look and
feel better!
My new Mommy took me to my big sister's vet, who gave me medicine to relieve
my itching. Some blood work indicated I had a possible borderline thyroid
problem, so I got some additional medicine. Mommy gave me medicine twice a day
for two or three weeks and then once a day (thyroid medicine) ever since. I was
bathed two or three times a week the first month, and then once a week ever
since.
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