Fancy was dumped outside of Kosciusko, MS, and was about to be taken to the animal shelter before I rescued her in spring of 2006. When I first saw her she was caked in mud, had chewed off much of her own fur because of the ticks and fleas and was skin and bones.
The picture above was taken the day after I got her, after she had been bathed. Notice, no hair on her chest area, it was just skin.
A few months later and her fur/hair had grown back. And she had put on a few pounds. I think she was one happy puppy. The vet estimated she was at least 2 years old, maybe as much as 4.
She got to travel around the country. She probably got to see more of this country than most people. And she loved the traveling. It was always a new place to sniff and smell and explore.
Quietly curled up in her bed.
When I went to Costa Rica, my parents took care of her and when I returned they asked if she could stay with them. So for the next year, she lived with my parents.
My father loved this dog. The hospital even let me bring her up to visit him when he was sick. Fancy gave my parents so much joy in the last year of their lives.
But I did get her back after they could no longer take care of her. So once again, she was a traveler.
The last couple of years she even got to kayak with me.
She loved the beaches. Here she is trying to figure out what a horseshoe crab is.
But her passion was chasing squirrels. This past spring she got free reign to chase all the squirrels she wanted while down in Lousiana.
We took her hiking with us.
Usually she was pulling me up the trails and I couldn't keep up with her.
But I will remember her best as she sat in the window of the motorhome in the sun, looking out over her domain.
While at Lexington, KY, this past summer, she became ill. The vet said she was having kidney failure. She had lost a lot of weight and couldn't hardly move. I lost her in June 2015. I will miss my little traveling buddy. Goodbye Fancy.