Monday, June 24, 2013
This is the visitor who isn't going away.
At first I thought we were just borrowing her, that she was just visiting. But it's been almost a week now. I think perhaps she isn't going home! Doesn't she know that this is my house? That these are my people? That the orange dude is my toy?
What is she doing here???
Wait - what's that?
My person says that she doesn't have a home. That she was what the people call a "stray", and then she lived in the place called "shelter". My person says that she is Rescue Dog. That she comes from a land far away called Alabama where there aren't enough homes for Dogs, and many Dogs go over the Rainbow Bridge too early just because they don't have people.
My person says that because she is black no one wanted to give her a home. (What's wrong with black?)
I was Rescue Dog once, before my people found me.
I once did not have a home.
I wonder... perhaps we can give her a home?
Besides, she fetches.
Friends, this is Ojo. She lives with us now.
(And she is not as big as she looks in this photo. I am the larger Dog. Yes I am.)