We were unsure from the moment we walked in. She cowered in the corner refusing to make eye contact. And talk about shaking life a leaf! She must’ve shed a full coat of fur in the five minutes it took the vet to give us the few known details of her situation.
Jon slowly and gingerly approached, reached down his hand for a pet, and she promptly peed on herself. A big puddle on the cheap laminate flooring.
But, oh, was she beautiful. Clear eyes, blocky head, black coat. Hard-headed as a brick but soft in all the right places. Read more →