Duchess

Hi there… I’m Duchess. And I’ve got a story to tell you. One I hope ends with you.<br/><br/>You see, not too long ago, I didn’t even have a name. I was just another face in an overcrowded shelter, a place so full that hope had to squeeze in the corners just to breathe. I did my best to be brave, but day after day the noise, the cold floors, and the sadness started to chip away at me. I stopped eating. I stopped wagging. I stopped believing.<br/><br/>But then she walked in.<br/><br/>A kind lady. She didn’t look past me like the others. She saw how broken I felt and said softly, “You’re coming home with me.”<br/><br/>And just like that… the world changed.<br/><br/>Oh, what a difference love makes! I remembered how to smile, how to run, how to live. My coat shines now, my tail is always wagging, and my heart? It’s finally full… well, almost. You see, I’ve discovered how much I love people. I want my very own person—my own family—to cuddle with, to protect, to adore.<br/><br/>I’m about four or five years old, with a beautiful mix of mystery and charm. I’ve become besties with the tiniest Chihuahua you’ve ever seen (don’t let her size fool you, she’s got sass!). My foster family think I will do well with cats to because of how well and how much I love the Chihuahua. And there’s a big ol’ male dog here too—I let him think he’s in charge, but we both know who runs the show. (Hi, it’s me. Duchess.)<br/><br/>I’d love a fenced-in yard to zoom around in and a family who enjoys being active, just like I do. I can sit like a lady and give you my paw—I mean, come on, how do you resist that? I’m crate trained, but honestly, I’m such a good girl I don’t need one. I’ll just curl up by your feet or stretch out like royalty on a comfy bed.<br/><br/>Also... I might be the world’s most talented beggar. One tilt of my head, a soft nudge of my paw, and suddenly you’re handing me snacks you swore you wouldn’t share. I can’t help it. It’s the eyes.<br/><br/>So here I am—flourished, hopeful, and more than ready. I’ve survived the worst and bloomed into something beautiful.<br/><br/>All I need now... is you.<br/><br/>Will you be my forever?<br/><br/>With all my love and paw-sitivity,<br/>Duchess <br/><br/>*Guest Posting*<br/><br/>If you would like to meet your new best friend, contact the Adoption Coordinator at info@almosthometn.org. To fill out an application, go to www.almosthometn.org. If you cannot get it to work, let us know and we will email it to you in a different format.

Hi there… I’m Duchess. And I’ve got a story to tell you. One I hope ends with you.

You see, not too long ago, I didn’t even have a name. I was just another face in an overcrowded shelter, a place so full that hope had to squeeze in the corners just to breathe. I did my best to be brave, but day after day the noise, the cold floors, and the sadness started to chip away at me. I stopped eating. I stopped wagging. I stopped believing.

But then she walked in.

A kind lady. She didn’t look past me like the others. She saw how broken I felt and said softly, “You’re coming home with me.”

And just like that… the world changed.

Oh, what a difference love makes! I remembered how to smile, how to run, how to live. My coat shines now, my tail is always wagging, and my heart? It’s finally full… well, almost. You see, I’ve discovered how much I love people. I want my very own person—my own family—to cuddle with, to protect, to adore.

I’m about four or five years old, with a beautiful mi

Hi there… I’m Duchess. And I’ve got a story to tell you. One I hope ends with you.

You see, not too long ago, I didn’t even have a name. I was just another face in an overcrowded shelter, a place so full that hope had to squeeze in the corners just to breathe. I did my best to be brave, but day after day the noise, the cold floors, and the sadness started to chip away at me. I stopped eating. I stopped wagging. I stopped believing.

But then she walked in.

A kind lady. She didn’t look past me like the others. She saw how broken I felt and said softly, “You’re coming home with me.”

And just like that… the world changed.

Oh, what a difference love makes! I remembered how to smile, how to run, how to live. My coat shines now, my tail is always wagging, and my heart? It’s finally full… well, almost. You see, I’ve discovered how much I love people. I want my very own person—my own family—to cuddle with, to protect, to adore.

I’m about four or five years old, with a beautiful mix of mystery and charm. I’ve become besties with the tiniest Chihuahua you’ve ever seen (don’t let her size fool you, she’s got sass!). My foster family think I will do well with cats to because of how well and how much I love the Chihuahua. And there’s a big ol’ male dog here too—I let him think he’s in charge, but we both know who runs the show. (Hi, it’s me. Duchess.)

I’d love a fence