Ms. Gorgeous Nova (Tripaw)

Meet Nova 💛<br/><br/>(From her heart…)<br/><br/>Hi… I’m Nova.<br/><br/>Before you read anything else, you should know something about me.<br/><br/>I have three legs.<br/><br/>Most people notice that first.<br/>They tilt their head. They look a little sad. Sometimes they whisper, “Oh… poor girl.”<br/><br/>But I’m not poor.<br/><br/>I am powerful.<br/><br/>I am resilient.<br/><br/>And I am so full of love that sometimes it feels like my heart might burst out of my chest.<br/><br/>I’m only two years old — a pointer/beagle mix with long ears, bright eyes, and 50 pounds of determination. Somewhere in my short life, something happened that took my back leg. I don’t remember all the details. I just remember waking up different.<br/><br/>I’m spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and healthy, but the thing I want most isn’t found in a medical chart.<br/>It’s found in a family…<br/>a lap…<br/>a warm voice…<br/>a safe place to rest my head.<br/><br/>I live in Vancouver, BC with my foster family and can travel to Washington or Oregon if there is a potential adopter for me. My adoption fee is $800USD<br/><br/>Adoption Application Link: https://forms.gle/rh4RkabUr7fYkRDV9<br/>(If not clickable, copy & paste into your browser)<br/><br/>Here is my story:<br/><br/>I remember the first time I tried to stand again.<br/><br/>It was hard.<br/>I wobbled.<br/>I fell.<br/><br/>But I stood back up.<br/><br/>And then I did it again.<br/><br/>And again.<br/><br/>Until three legs felt like enough.<br/><br/>Now I run.<br/>I bounce.<br/>I go on brisk walks — two or three every day — because movement makes me feel alive. Sometimes I even do short bursts of jogging, my ears flapping, my tail up, like nothing in this world could ever slow me down.<br/><br/>Because it can’t.<br/><br/>But here’s the part most people don’t see…<br/><br/>When the day gets quiet, I am soft.<br/><br/>I love cuddles more than anything. I lean my whole body into you — carefully, so I don’t slip — and I rest my head against your leg like I’ve been waiting my whole life for that moment.<br/><br/>I adore squeaky stuffy toys. I carry them around gently, like treasures. When I’m tired, I go to my crate — my cozy, safe little den with my foam bed and blanket — and I sigh deeply before I fall asleep. I sleep peacefully there, because safety means everything to me.<br/><br/>Safety hasn’t always been guaranteed.<br/><br/>I came from a shelter in Southern California. Loud. Cold. Uncertain. I didn’t know what was next for me. I just knew I still had so much life inside me.<br/><br/>And I still do.<br/><br/>I’m smart — very smart. I already know come, sit, down, and stay. I love learning. Give me structure, something to focus on, and I shine. Apples? My favorite. A Kong stuffed with wet food and a little Cheez Whiz? I will look at you like you hung the moon.<br/><br/>I thrive when I know what’s expected of me. I feel calm when I have guidance. I want to do well. I want to make you proud.<br/><br/>Sometimes loud vehicles or fast bikes surprise me on walks. My heart jumps. I look to you for reassurance. A gentle voice. A steady hand. I’m brave — but even brave girls need someone steady beside them.<br/><br/>I do well with dogs my size and smaller, and I can do well with larger dogs too if introductions are slow and thoughtful. I could happily be your only dog, soaking up all your love, or share my life with the right canine friend.<br/><br/>But I do need a cat-free home — my hound instincts are strong.<br/><br/>And because I’m a tripaw, I need carpeted or non-slip floors. Smooth floors are slippery for me, and I can lose my footing. I only have three legs to rely on — and I plan to keep them safe.<br/><br/>What I really need… is someone experienced. Someone who understands high-drive dogs. Someone who sees that structure isn’t restriction — it’s security. Someone who will continue my training, guide me gently but confidently, and handle my leash with care.<br/><br/>Someone who sees me — not as fragile.<br/><br/>But as extraordinary.<br/><br/>I have already overcome something big. I adapted. I survived. I learned to trust again.<br/><br/>Now I’m ready for the part of my story where I don’t have to be brave anymore.<br/><br/>I want a home where my crate is always in the same corner.<br/>Where my bed doesn’t move.<br/>Where my person comes back every time they leave.<br/><br/>I want to wake up one morning and realize…<br/><br/>I’m not temporary.<br/><br/>I’m Nova.<br/><br/>Three legs.<br/>Fifty pounds.<br/>One enormous, devoted heart.<br/><br/>And if you choose me… I will give you every ounce of love in this resilient little body — for the rest of my life.

Meet Nova 💛

(From her heart…)

Hi… I’m Nova.

Before you read anything else, you should know something about me.

I have three legs.

Most people notice that first.
They tilt their head. They look a little sad. Sometimes they whisper, “Oh… poor girl.”

But I’m not poor.

I am powerful.

I am resilient.

And I am so full of love that sometimes it feels like my heart might burst out of my chest.

I’m only two years old — a pointer/beagle mix with long ears, bright eyes, and 50 pounds of determination. Somewhere in my short life, something happened that took my back leg. I don’t remember all the details. I just remember waking up different.

I’m spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and healthy, but the thing I want most isn’t found in a medical chart.
It’s found in a family…
a lap…
a warm voice…
a safe place to rest my head.

I live in Vancouver, BC with my foster family and can travel to Washington or Oregon if th

Meet Nova 💛

(From her heart…)

Hi… I’m Nova.

Before you read anything else, you should know something about me.

I have three legs.

Most people notice that first.
They tilt their head. They look a little sad. Sometimes they whisper, “Oh… poor girl.”

But I’m not poor.

I am powerful.

I am resilient.

And I am so full of love that sometimes it feels like my heart might burst out of my chest.

I’m only two years old — a pointer/beagle mix with long ears, bright eyes, and 50 pounds of determination. Somewhere in my short life, something happened that took my back leg. I don’t remember all the details. I just remember waking up different.

I’m spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and healthy, but the thing I want most isn’t found in a medical chart.
It’s found in a family…
a lap…
a warm voice…
a safe place to rest my head.

I live in Vancouver, BC with my foster family and can travel to Washington or Oregon if there is a potential adopter for me. My adoption fee is $800USD

Adoption Application Link: https://forms.gle/rh4RkabUr7fYkRDV9
(If not clickable, copy & paste into your browser)

Here is my story:

I remember the first time I tried to stand again.

It was hard.
I wobbled.
I fell.

But I stood back up.

And then I did it again.

And