Recently a friend of mine posted a story on her facebook page about a little terrier she had rescued from a shelter in Los Angeles (350 miles south of here) and was fostering. There was something about that little face that spoke to us. We took her to the baseball game:
Where she stole Clara's heart with her kisses:
Then, she came to book group with me:
As we heard more about her story, our hearts went out to this tiny four year old girl who may have been part of a backyard breeding program and then dumped on the street. She had been picked up as a stray with badly matted fur and weighing a mere 8 pounds. With a little love from our friend who fostered her for a week, she was looking much better:
So, we brought her home to be part of our family:
She in sleeping quite contentedly in her bed right now, next to me while I work:
Our friend had named her Gypsy, and we decided to keep the name. It seemed to fit this sweet, sweet, spunky girl who walked off the streets and out of the shelter right into our hearts.