Alpha🐾

They used to keep me in a cage. It was small, cold, and dark. I didn’t have a name - just an itch that never went away, an empty belly, and a body that hurt. I had ringworm that turned into dermatitis because no one treated me. No one cared. Until someone finally did. The people at the clinic were gentle. They gave me food, medicine, and soft voices. They called me Alpha—they said it means strong. I didn’t feel strong at first, but their kindness helped me believe I could be. I’ve been healing. I’m still getting treatment, but I don’t hide in corners anymore. I’ve learned to play, to trust, to wag my tail when someone smiles at me. Other dogs are becoming my friends. People too. Now, I dream about something new: a home. A warm bed. A safe yard. A quiet hand on my back. Someone who sees not just what I’ve been through - but who I’m becoming. My name is Alpha. I’m ready to love, and I’m ready to be loved. Maybe that home is with you? 🐾