Today is
National Rescue Dog Day so we're celebrating Hannah today.
Hannah came to us as a foster girl nearly 10 years ago. (The fostering was a fail: we adopted her instead of finding her another home.) She was 2 years and a few months old. She'd been kept outside, chained to a dog house with her brother. She was afraid of paper, the TV, the click of computer keys, doors, everything -- it all frightened her. As far as we could tell she'd never been inside a house and maybe she'd never know the attention of a human being.
She wasn't house trained so I was a little uneasy about our oak floors. She chose a room off the kitchen as her safe room. I put plastic under the rug, blankets on top of the rug, brought my pillow and spent the night on the floor with her. From then on I was her best and favorite human. And it didn't take long to house train her.
It's an awesome thing to adopt a rescue dog with so many problems and fears. It's equally awesome to watch her become comfortable with many of the things she feared and to see her learn and grow.
We love you, Hannah, you sweet girl, and we're so glad we adopted you.
--Nancy.
