Happy New Year, (I mean) Happy Birthday Moondoggie!

It was two years ago today that I took in a two-year-old foster foundling.

Her name was Ribbon, a border collie and cattle dog mix.

At the time she was considered unadoptable. She needed someone to work with her, someone to help her overcome her fear of, well, basically everything and everybody.

She was my first foster dog and, as of now, my last because my family and I fell in love with this timid, beautiful, athletic, intelligent girl. Then, when our long-time family dog, Mr. Wizard, died a few days after she arrived, there was no way we were going to give up this new member of our family.

The name Ribbon was given to her at the Humane Society, no doubt picked from a batch of Christmas names made up on the spot. I’m sure there were probably dogs taken in by the Humane Society with labels like Ornament, Wrapping Paper, Candy Cane, and Scotch Tape.

We changed Ribbon’s name to Moondoggie.

And hopefully Scotch Tape had his name changed, too.