Rizzie’s Story
How I found my people—and how they found me.
Hi! I’m Rizzie, and this is the story of how I found my people—and how they found me.
It all started over the Christmas holiday when two kind humans, Debbie and Tony, took me in as a foster pup. Their place was amazing! Dogs, cats, horses, and so many smells to explore—I didn’t know where to start. They even took silly photos of me and tapped on their glowing screens while laughing. I didn’t know it yet, but those pictures were the start of something big.
If it weren’t for Debbie and Tony, I would’ve spent Christmas alone in the Morgan County Humane Society building. It’s not a bad place, but it’s too quiet, too cold, and way too full of cats for my taste. Instead, I got to sleep warm, eat tasty bites, and dream of belly rubs and soft blankets.
Then came Christmas Day. That’s when I met Tux, my new best dog friend (bdf). He introduced me to two guests who came for dinner—Chris and James. I ran to greet them as they pulled up in their Ranger, tail wagging as fast as it could go. They seemed nice… not quite as playful as Tux, but they had kind eyes and warm hands.
After dinner, everyone got down on the floor to play with me and the other dogs. They scratched my ears, rubbed my belly, and laughed when I flopped over for more. I liked them immediately.
That night, I curled up in my cozy little room with fresh water, yummy food, and a few toys to nibble on. I fell asleep dreaming of those new humans. Something told me they were important.
And I was right.
The very next Saturday, everything changed. Chris and James came back—for me. While the nice lady Courtney gave me a bath, they stood at the counter and made it official: I was theirs, and they were mine. I was a little cold after the bath, but my new daddy wrapped me in a towel and held me close. I gave him all the kisses I could.
We drove to my forever home—a real farm, just like in the stories. Fields, cows, a big yard, woods, and a barn full of smells I still haven’t sorted out. Heaven.
But that’s not all. Turns out I have a city home, too! Every so often, I hop in the back seat, fall asleep, and wake up somewhere with a smaller yard, new smells, and more friends. I love both places. But no matter where we go, I know I belong. I’m home.
Rita was Chris’s mother. Lizzie was James’s mother.
Oh—and my name? It’s Rizzie. James picked it. It’s a mix of Rita (Chris’s mom) and Lizzie (James’s mom). I think that’s really special. They even named the whole farm after me—Rizzie Farms.
I’m one lucky pup. 🐾