Going to the Dogs

Poor "D". After Bella returned to the rescue group from whence she came, he finally had some peace and quiet. For "D" and "T" one dog was JUST RIGHT for our family. But for "J" and I (both consummate animal lovers and certified suckers) one dog wasn't nearly enough. So it was with some cajoling we convinced "D" to meet (just meet) Gabby, a small black dog.



Fast forward one week and Gabby has joined our household, and while she is completely different from the dog we visited at several rescue adoption events...she is never the less a real sweet heart. She is 3 year old (but she acts more like a puppy).

Molly is a bit reticent about the whole thing...she is still somewhat shell shocked from Bella's attacks-but she is warming up to the idea of having a new buddy.

Speaking of Molly, last week she some how managed to rip out a nail/claw. Poor thing. Can you imagine?