09/03/2026
🩷🐺 CHANCE PUPDATE 🐺🩷
Let’s talk about Chance.
Chance came to us in one of those “absolutely not today, death” moments.
I was literally at the hospital getting some very much needed personal care when my phone started blowing up with back-to-back messages from rescue friends begging for help.
At the time, we thought Chance was a boy.
Spoiler alert: rescue enjoys plot twists.
Mr. Chance turned out to be Mrs. Chance. 😁
Chance had been hit by a car and dragged behind it. Her body was broken. Her pelvis was shattered. Her spirit looked absolutely exhausted.
She needed major orthopedic surgery, strict recovery, medical boarding, pain management, follow-up care, x-rays, range-of-motion work, enrichment, and every single thing required to convince a husky with a shattered pelvis that crate rest is not a personal attack.
And Chance did it.
She had her surgery. She had her spay. She stayed at Southern California Animal Hospital until the end of last month, getting the care, oversight, and recovery support she needed to heal safely.
The final cost was much higher than the original estimate, and while we raised a good portion, some pledges never came in and I covered the rest because when Woof Tribe commits to a dog, we commit all the way. If you pledged for Chance and never honored that pledge, her fundraiser is still in the comments, and paying those pledges now would help replenish the oh crap fund that keeps making saves like this possible.
But now let’s get to the good part.
Once Chance was well enough to travel, she got the kind of freedom ride every broken girl deserves.
She hit the road with **Morgan and Zach from Fetch Me A Ride**, and apparently Miss Chance decided that after surviving the worst, she was ready for her full-blown road trip era.
She had husky friends along the way.
She had people cheering her on.
She had soft places to rest.
She had smiles flowing everywhere.
And for the first time in a long time, Chance was not just surviving.
She was going somewhere.
Somewhere safe.
Somewhere soft.
Somewhere forever.
And then she made it to **Havre de Grace, Maryland**, where her brand-new life was waiting for her.
Chance met her mama and daddy, **Heather and Joe**, and it was like her whole body finally understood:
“I’m safe now.”
And not just safe in a “temporary landing spot” kind of way.
Safe in a “this is my couch, these are my people, this is my pack, and nobody is giving up on me ever again” kind of way.
Chance now lives in a beautiful, loving home with her very active mom and dad, who are already making sure her recovery continues the right way. She has three husky siblings to grow stronger with, including **Templeton**, another Woof Tribe baby who also hit the forever-family jackpot.
Yes. THAT Templeton.
Yes. THAT Heather and Joe.
The same amazing family who opened their hearts to Templeton has now opened their home to Chance, too, and honestly, there is nothing in the world that could make me happier.
This is the kind of adoption that makes the panic, the bills, the phone calls, the hospital stays, the sleepless nights, and the absolute emotional chaos of rescue feel worth it.
Chance is still healing. She still has to take it easy for a while. Her new parents will be continuing her recovery and signing her up for additional therapy, like water therapy and possibly light laser therapy, to help her body keep getting stronger.
Because this family is not just giving her a home.
They are giving her the follow-through.
The patience.
The movement she needs when she is ready.
The rest she needs when she is not.
The love she deserved from the very beginning.
But the most important part is this:
Chance is home.
She is loved.
She is safe.
And she knows it.
Chance survived the car.
Chance survived the shelter.
Chance survived surgery.
Chance survived recovery.
And now Chance gets to live.
Not just exist.
Live.
With a family who sees her, loves her, and will give her the beautiful, active, spoiled, husky-filled Maryland life she fought so hard to reach.
Happy forever, Mrs. Chance.
You were worth every penny, every panic attack, every phone call, every bill, every gray hair, every sleepless night, and every single second of the chaos.
Welcome home, baby girl. 🩷🐺
