Somehow I managed to be scheduled off on a drizzly Sunday morning. The kids were sitting in the living room watching cartoons while I was laying in bed relaxing. Footsteps came pounding down the hallway: “Mommy! I hear someone crying outside!” I sat up, confused about why anyone would be outside on a chilly April morning. I followed my youngest son back down the hallway towards the front door. My daughter peeked through the blinds and said, “I think it’s a puppy!” I unlocked the door, opened it up, and immediately gasped at the damp, shivering pup sitting on our front porch. Leaning down, I scooped the sweet baby into my arms and brought her back inside to dry off and warm up. Excitedly, I hurried down the hallway to the bedroom to show my husband the little orphan who ended up on our front porch. We weren’t sure if she was lost or abandoned, but we both agreed she was the most beautiful puppy we’d seen in a while. She was skittish but friendly, happy to be held and coddled.
To make a long story short, Isabella was never claimed. We discovered she couldn’t climb up stairs after going outside, therefore we concluded that she had been abandoned. Over four years later, our sweet doorstep baby acts like she’s literally our human child!
