Hello, my name is Holly. I have a sad tale to tell, but don't cry cause it has a happy ending. I was found running stray by animal control in Hopkinsville, KY. That was scary. I thought I was a real goner when the dogcatcher got me. You KNOW what they say about him! But it wasn't so bad. They took me to a place with lots of other doggies and good food. Some of the doggies said it wasn't a nice place at all, but I thought it was heaven. I had a warm, dry place to sleep and food and water in my dish every day. They gave me a nice bath, and made all the fleas that were biting me leave.

The ladies there were very nice to me, but they were worried about me too. I heard them say I had heartworms. I don't know what heartworms are, but they must be something like the worms in my tummy were. I'm embarrassed to tell you this, but when I pooped, it looked like a bowl of spaghetti. Heartworms must be awfully bad things, cause the ladies were afraid I wouldn't get a forever home because of them. I don't know what a "forever home" is cause I haven't got one yet, but it must be nice. All the doggies in this place want one. But then something really good happened. I could tell cause the ladies were happy again. They got an "email" from a lady who wanted me even with my bad heartworms. They said she helped Eskies like me.

One of the ladies from the shelter took me for a ride. I liked riding in a car. We drove way up North to Indiana, and they left me at a house where there was a big yard. I wasn't sad when they left me cause there were lots of little kids there. They petted me, and hugged me, and called me "good dog". I like little kids. I'm finding out lots of things that I like.

The next morning another nice lady came to get me. She said she was my foster mom and that the little kids were her "grandchildren". She took me for another car ride. Boy, two car rides in two days is pretty great. We drove until we came to another big yard, but this one had lots of other doggies too. The other doggies told me this wasn't a "forever home" but it was a pretty great place. They called it a "reskie resort". I found out I'm a reskie too. Hmmm, an Eskie, and a Reskie! Wow, I'm learning lots about myself.

My foster mom took me to the doggie doctor, and I was very good. I knew he was a nice man, and that he would make me feel better. First he got rid of my yucky tummy full of worms. Now when I poop it doesn't look like spaghetti anymore! Then I had to rest and get healthier so that I could be spayed. That didn't take long at a nice place like this. When the doctor spayed me, he found out I was pregnant, but the puppies would have been very sick too. My foster mom felt sad cause my puppies would have been sweet like me, but she knew it was better for my health this way. I had to rest and get strong again after that so I can get rid of these bad heartworm things. I didn't mind. It's easy to relax here. Now I'm all rested and ready. On Oct 29, I started my heartworm treatment. When I am finally rid of those bad heartworms, I will be ready to find a "forever home" myself. I can hardly wait. It sounds even better than a reskie resort.

I am about 1-2 years old. My foster mom thinks I am a biscuit cream Eskie cause I have a light brown tinge on my fur. She says I look like I was dipped in Honey. She says I am a real honey too. She named me "Holly" but you could call me "Honey" if you wanted. When I was at the shelter, they called me "Silk" cause my fur is soft and silky. I have a curly tail, and I am standard size. I weigh about 25 pounds. When they gave me a bath, they "groomed" me to get rid of the mats and the fleas so my foster mom can't tell how shaggy I am yet. Guess they didn't know that Eskies are supposed to have long hair. My ears are perky, but they are not perfect. They have little tiny pieces missing on the ends where the flies ate them. That's pretty gross I know, but they are all healed, and the fur is growing back so they look almost perfect. If you will give me a chance to be your "forever friend", I will be so grateful you will not even notice them.

My foster mom says I am the most grateful Eskie she has ever met. I try so hard, and I never complain. I like kids, and cats, and other dogs. When I am all rid of those bad old heartworms, I hope you will give me a chance to show you how good I can be.

If you would like to adopt me, email my foster mom, Louise, at: weezy@psci.net We are in Indiana. My bill is only $181.20 and payment will be sent directly to my nice vet. Thank you EskieFriends for giving me.....a second chance at life! Eskie Hugs & Kisses, Luv & Licks, Pretty girl Holly