Mayday
Chief Pet First Aid Advisor

Woof,

My mama rescued me from a shelter in West Virginia. She came to visit me when
I was 10 weeks old but she was told to wait until I was 12 weeks to come pick me up.
In those 2 weeks I was misdiagnosed with Parvo (along with my whole litter). When
my mama called they said she couldn’t adopt me cuz they were gonna send us all
to heaven instead. My mama got mad and picked me up anyway. 2 weeks later in
Northern VA the new vet said I was perfectly fine. That the trace evidence was due
to the test conducted after I had received the vaccine…whatever…later I got kennel
cough, tape worm, super skinny…couldn’t gain weight… and then I decided I didn’t
like crates….at all…and drove my mama crazy…and I got my share of booboos…

I had to start a RAW diet because my body could not absorb the dry food they sell…
not enough nutrients…that’s why I was so skinny…but if there is an emergency I
can’t put the freezer in Gypsy’s backpack…that’s why my sister sometimes carries
dehydrated raw food when we go far…yummy…otherwise I eat regular raw….gained weight…a happy Wag’N goof ball….

Now that I am older I tend to stay out of trouble … most of the time, but since I am
still a little smaller and skinnier than my sister…lets just say I got her to carry the
load…plus she is the leader so she gets to walk with our food supplies…and I follow…the food…so here I am…a happy Wag’N Mayday to the rescue

I am goofy…and so proud! I love to chase squirrels, run, run some more,
cuddle, run, follow cookies, and sleep…so if you get in trouble…MAYDAY
MAYDAY gear is here 4 U! Keep on Wag’N and don’t give up on shelter dogs!

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