The vet had asked me to come take a look, see if I wanted the dumped dog, and I took her home.
It hasn't been all that long, has it? She has slimmed down, still has a dropped belly from the overweight issue and the spaying.
I determined that she had been at the vet's clinic for weeks. Out of desperation, they called me.
She has become more active about my yard, and aroos at noisy cars and trucks that get too close, and she sings me off to work, sings me home from work.
She has become territorial. This is her home, and she will let you know if you are encroaching.
She delays eating for pats and hugs. I often go to work, wash dirt smudges from her nose off my clothes when I get to the office.
In the evenings, I sit in my yard bench, and she comes to be with me.
She is the dog of a lifetime.
She is a Blue Tick. I named her Blue Belle.
Blue Bell ice cream in Texas is a bragging right.