Meet Nova 💛
(From her heart…)
Hi… I’m Nova.
Before you read anything else, you should know something about me.
I have three legs.
Most people notice that first.
They tilt their head. They look a little sad. Sometimes they whisper, “Oh… poor girl.”
But I’m not poor.
I am powerful.
I am resilient.
And I am so full of love that sometimes it feels like my heart might burst out of my chest.
I’m only two years old — a pointer/beagle mix with long ears, bright eyes, and 50 pounds of determination. Somewhere in my short life, something happened that took my back leg. I don’t remember all the details. I just remember waking up different.
I’m spayed, vaccinated, microchipped, and healthy, but the thing I want most isn’t found in a medical chart.
It’s found in a family…
a lap…
a warm voice…
a safe place to rest my head.
I live in Vancouver, BC with my foster family and can travel to Washington or Oregon if there is a potential adopter for me. My adoption fee is $800USD
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Here is my story:
I remember the first time I tried to stand again.
It was hard.
I wobbled.
I fell.
But I stood back up.
And then I did it again.
And again.
Until three legs felt like enough.
Now I run.
I bounce.
I go on brisk walks — two or three every day — because movement makes me feel alive. Sometimes I even do short bursts of jogging, my ears flapping, my tail up, like nothing in this world could ever slow me down.
Because it can’t.
But here’s the part most people don’t see…
When the day gets quiet, I am soft.
I love cuddles more than anything. I lean my whole body into you — carefully, so I don’t slip — and I rest my head against your leg like I’ve been waiting my whole life for that moment.
I adore squeaky stuffy toys. I carry them around gently, like treasures. When I’m tired, I go to my crate — my cozy, safe little den with my foam bed and blanket — and I sigh deeply before I fall asleep. I sleep peacefully there, because safety means everything to me.
Safety hasn’t always been guaranteed.
I came from a shelter in Southern California. Loud. Cold. Uncertain. I didn’t know what was next for me. I just knew I still had so much life inside me.
And I still do.
I’m smart — very smart. I already know come, sit, down, and stay. I love learning. Give me structure, something to focus on, and I shine. Apples? My favorite. A Kong stuffed with wet food and a little Cheez Whiz? I will look at you like you hung the moon.
I thrive when I know what’s expected of me. I feel calm when I have guidance. I want to do well. I want to make you proud.
Sometimes loud vehicles or fast bikes surprise me on walks. My heart jumps. I look to you for reassurance. A gentle voice. A steady hand. I’m brave — but even brave girls need someone steady beside them.
I do well with dogs my size and smaller, and I can do well with larger dogs too if introductions are slow and thoughtful. I could happily be your only dog, soaking up all your love, or share my life with the right canine friend.
But I do need a cat-free home — my hound instincts are strong.
And because I’m a tripaw, I need carpeted or non-slip floors. Smooth floors are slippery for me, and I can lose my footing. I only have three legs to rely on — and I plan to keep them safe.
What I really need… is someone experienced. Someone who understands high-drive dogs. Someone who sees that structure isn’t restriction — it’s security. Someone who will continue my training, guide me gently but confidently, and handle my leash with care.
Someone who sees me — not as fragile.
But as extraordinary.
I have already overcome something big. I adapted. I survived. I learned to trust again.
Now I’m ready for the part of my story where I don’t have to be brave anymore.
I want a home where my crate is always in the same corner.
Where my bed doesn’t move.
Where my person comes back every time they leave.
I want to wake up one morning and realize…
I’m not temporary.
I’m Nova.
Three legs.
Fifty pounds.
One enormous, devoted heart.
And if you choose me… I will give you every ounce of love in this resilient little body — for the rest of my life.
MS. SWEET PANCAKE
Corgi, Anatolian Shepherd
🇺🇸
Ridgefield, Washington
female, medium, adult, mixed
Corgi, Anatolian Shepherd
Ridgefield, Washington
