Mostly True Memoirs
GOOD GIRL, BLUE, WHO’S MY SPECIAL GIRL?
We had a good rain last night.
Blue the Rescue Dog went nuts this morning.
She spent two hours sniffing every square inch of our wet back yard.
I don’t think she’s ever experienced a rainstorm before.
She was rescued from an abusive situation.
She spent her whole life in a crate.
She never went outside.
The last couple of months she lived in a loving foster home.
They treated her very well, but we didn’t get much rain this summer.
Today may have been her first post-rainstorm sniff ever.
She was a little disgruntled that I insisted on toweling her off before allowing her back in the house.
Sorry, Blue, that rule applies to everyone.
Even the humans have to clean up before coming inside.
Good girl, Blue, good girl.
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