As the adopted mother of a rescue shih-tzu myself, the infamous Marnie is one of my fave girls.
Which is why she earns this week’s #WomanCrushWednesday
This wobble necked canine was saved at around ten years of age – when her temporary monicker’d been “Stinky”. Much like my stinky girl, it was due to tooth decay. After a generous mom-to-be (who she affectionately self-references as her “bae”) adopted her, though, the condition cleared up right up following a dental extraction. With a new home and so-fresh-so-clean status, it was time for the pup with a new leash on life to acquire a new title too. So Shirley (that’s her mom’s name) opted for the name of her fave musician: Marnie Stern. Admittedly, I can only think of the Hitchcock film when I hear the name Marnie – which is fitting because Tippi Hedren’s always said she prefers animals to people.
And most of the time, so do I.
Especially when you consider that some human cast this poor dog into the streets in the first place.
I’d long wondered about her ample tongue and chronic confused-pup look she’s got going on – especially since Minnie can’t keep her tongue in her mouth either. But while Minnie’s condiche is one too many missing toofuses in her mandible, Marnie just got gifted with a licker worthy of Kiss status, apparently. And the cervical side slope? Much like a lotta other folk, I thought “stroke, for sure”. Especially with the context of her taste muscles trying to escape her mouth. Actually, though, it’s just a disorder of the inner ear that throws off her balance.
(I wonder if that’s why she kept the Q-tips in the frame – even though they aren’t a remedy)
Not only is Marnie happy and healthy, but – now that she’s kindofabigdeal on the interwebs, she brings an eff ton of joy into the lives of others. Most of the time, people don’t wanna adopt a geriatric rescue pet because you know you’re not getting as much time with them as you would had they been a bit younger. To my shame, I’m sorta on that list, but less for the selfish reason (for once in my life) and more so for the financial factor; furry fixer-uppers cost a lot of money I don’t have. But I still champion saving our latest sentient friends over buying from breeders. And the moment I make it big (should be any moment now), I’ll have an immediate vacancy for the senior four leggers in my life – however hard it may be to know I’ll lose ‘em sooner. So, this #WCW, I’m givin’ two kisses out:
One for Marnie (obv.) and one to her owner – the kinda person who restores my faith in humanity.
And makes me wanna be better too – by possibly adopting an antique canine next go ‘round.
