Chips entered my life in the wee hours of a brisk, October night. I was happily snoozing away, when I was suddenly awakened by the frightened howls and whimpers of puppies! Someone (in their infinite irresponsibility) had dumped four puppies in my driveway. The poor babies were scared to death and totally confused by their new environment. I rushed outside in my bare feet and pajamas to collect the four. It was no easy task in the dark. They were all over the place—under the car, under the steps and generally attempting to not be caught by this human they didn’t know. I brought them into the house and once they had formed a puppy pile, they settled down and I went back to sleep.
In the morning, I realized it was going to now be my responsibility to find homes for these innocent little souls. After several days of trying, I was able to find a home for one. I took two to the Humane Association and I kept Chips. I chose Chips out of the four because she was the one that the other puppies seemed to pick on. She was the underdog and I had a soft spot for her. Continue reading