Hi… my name is Minnie. I’m about 2 years old Beagle / Border Collie mix about 19lbs. and before I was rescued, I was a mama. I came into the shelter with my puppies— tiny little lives who depended on me for everything. I’m spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and healthy, but the thing I want most isn’t found in a medical chart. It’s found in a family… a lap… a warm voice… a safe place to rest my head. I am from Southern California and planning to travel to Washington or Oregon or even Vancouver, BC if there is a potential adopter for me. My adoption fee is $800USD Adoption Application Link: https://forms.gle/rh4RkabUr7fYkRDV9 (If not clickable, copy & paste into your browser) Here is my story: I didn’t have much… but I gave them everything I had. My warmth. My strength. My love. Even when I was tired… even when I was hungry… I made sure they were okay. Because that’s what moms do. I don’t know if anyone ever noticed me back then. Most people looked at the puppies… they’re smaller, cuter, easier to love. And me? I was just the one in the background… watching… waiting… hoping my turn would come too. Now my puppies are safe. And for the first time… it’s my turn. My turn to be cared for. My turn to be someone’s baby. I’m still gaining weight and getting stronger every day. I eat well now, and my body is slowly catching up with the love I’m finally receiving. I can be a little unsure at times… sometimes I bark when I feel nervous, sometimes I just want to be close to my person. I might follow you around… or whine a little if I feel too far away. It’s not because I want to be difficult… It’s because for so long, I had to be strong on my own. And now that I finally have someone… I don’t want to lose that feeling again. But I’m learning. I’m learning that I’m safe. That I don’t have to worry anymore. That love can stay. I’m playful, sweet, and a little silly too. I still get excited like a puppy sometimes—jumping, wiggling, just happy to be alive. I love other dogs (as long as they’re gentle with me), I enjoy my toys and bones, and more than anything… I love being near my person. Not perfect. Just… devoted. I don’t need a fancy life. I just need someone who will look at me—not as the mama who was left behind— but as a girl who deserves her own happy ending. Someone who will say, “You’ve done enough, Minnie… now it’s your turn to be loved.” And I promise… I will spend the rest of my life showing you how grateful I am. Love, Minnie