Tater Tot, foster #32, arrived in the world in about the most unlikely place you can imagine—a landfill in Tijuana, Mexico. She was found there with her mama and brothers, navigating a landscape no puppy should ever have to know. Somehow, against all odds, this tiny soul made it through. When she came into our care at just eight weeks old, she was impossibly small. Truly potato-sized. The smallest puppy we had ever fostered up to that point. She weighed barely more than a bag

Tripp will always have a special place in my heart. He was foster number 41, and he stayed with us longer than any other dog—eight full months that changed both of us. Officially, he was probably ready for adoption around month four. Unofficially… I wasn’t. I was deeply in love with his cuddles, and I just couldn’t let him go yet. Tripp came to us carrying a lot. Severe abuse. The loss of a leg. Scars that told stories no living being should ever have to endure. At the same t

Tater Tot, foster #32, arrived in the world in about the most unlikely place you can imagine—a landfill in Tijuana, Mexico. She was found there with her mama and brothers, navigating a landscape no puppy should ever have to know. Somehow, against all odds, this tiny soul made it through. When she came into our care at just eight weeks old, she was impossibly small. Truly potato-sized. The smallest puppy we had ever fostered up to that point. She weighed barely more than a bag