Mia’s birthday was already a week ago (6/7)! I have taken a little time to myself this past week after school ended but I still wanted to document her third birthday on the blog!
If you’ve read Mia’s Story then you know we are not totally certain on her birthday but I have been celebrating on 6/7 the last three years because somewhere on her intake paperwork from the Kentucky shelter, it said 6/7! This year Alex & I threw her a little BBQ party where we grilled out and Mia got a special chicken dinner (her fave)! She has a very sensitive tummy so I didn’t do anything too out of the ordinary so she wouldn’t get sick. She enjoyed her special dinner (actually I made so much that she pretty much celebrated for the entire week!) and got a couple new toys to top off the celebration!
I’m not going to lie, I get a little emotional when I think about how she is growing up. She is my baby and I want her to stay my little baby forever. I have been beyond blessed for three years now. She is the light in my world every single day.
My sweet little boo is getting her very own intro post! She is literally my entire life so it’s only fitting she gets her own post. This will almost be like a birth story for my baby Mia … I KID I KID … sort of.
Okay, in all seriousness, Mia and I met in August 2016. I wasn’t really in the market for a dog … it just sort of all happened. From what I recall, it was a Thursday in late July 2016. I had enjoyed a lot of red wine and was searching petfinder.com where I stumbled across a picture of what would end up being Mia’s sister. I knew immediately that I wanted her! They had a meet and greet event on that Saturday. I went right when it opened and searched high and low for the dog I saw online. I spotted her!!! I went running over to be the first person there. I met the foster mom and she explained that the dog I had seen online had actually been spoken for. I had a split second of sadness, until she whipped out this other little nugget and told me that this was her sister and this one was still available. And there my baby was! Her name back then was actually Amelie. She was 6 weeks old, 3 pounds, fit in the foster mom’s palm and was trembling like crazy! They had been in quarantine for several weeks because of the risk for parvo, so this was literally the first time she was out of the house and with all these people. After loving her up a little and getting a protective gut instinct feeling when I saw other people holding her and requesting information from the foster mom, I marched over to lobby area and filled out an adoption application. I had to do a little in-person interview and was told I would be notified in a couple days. I left feeling confident that I was going to be the new proud owner of that little pup! I went out and bought all the dog supplies I would need. I even went and got a name tag/collar set made with the imprinted name, MIA.
Well good thing for me, I got the call a couple of days later and was told that Amelie had a record number of applicants but I was chosen to rescue her!!! WHATTT! I was so pumped! I had to wait about a week until she recovered from her spay/microchip surgery. She got delivered on Friday 8/12/16. She wouldn’t come out of her kennel and didn’t know how to walk on wood floors so she army crawled for several days. We had a couple of moments where we both just sat looking at one another across the room, like “ummmm what are we supposed to do now?” … you see, prior to Mia, I did whatever I wanted and didn’t have to take care of anyone but myself. That came to a screeching halt but I wouldn’t change it or the world. I must say that old line “who rescued who”, is seriously true. I was sort of on a reckless path and Mia changed that for me. She didn’t know she was signing up to be my personal therapy dog and BFF. She is also very quirky and anxious, which I contribute to her early days, and I am patient enough to love her through those things. I don’t have kids and have plenty of time and love to give her. She is the seriously the queen bee of this household. We are two peas in a pod who help each other every single day.
I went through Safe Hands Rescue and had a great experience. From what I know about Mia, she was born in Kentucky and abandoned. I think she was born on June 7, 2016. She was left at a kill shelter with her sister. Safe Hands works with Kentucky shelters and runs “freedom trains” back and forth to save as many babies as they can. Mia took the freedom train to Chicago and then got a van ride here to Minneapolis. They told me I was getting a tiny little chihuahua mix that would fit in my purse … that didn’t quite happen LOL. She is closer to 20 pounds and we know from her sister’s DNA test, that she’s a min-pin, chihuahua, dachshund and some other mix (maybe beagle or rat terrier). I could not imagine my life without my little girl. It’s crazy to think about how much I love her little soul. I will leave you with some of my favorite shots from the last almost three years.