When doing what's right hurts more than ignoring reality
Yesterday I took our sweet rescue dog Fendi to the veterinarian's office for her annual check up. She was her usual anxious self in the car as we rode. I was used to her being a bundle of nerves outside our home. The pet adoption agency where we rescued her said she was picked up roaming the busy streets in the North Metro Atlanta area. When we adopt a dog we assume there has been some sort of abuse issues. She was fearful and edgy until she felt safe inside our home. Then she quickly became affectionate and grateful. At the same time I was leery of her fearful anxiety, but I didn't realize I was getting use to it, too. Probably because when she was inside our home with us she was affectionate, obedient, playful and a cozy snuggler. She was that way with Don and me and with our daughters when they came to visit. She adored us and we adored her! Fendi was definitely a four-legged member of our family Fendi Balint playing board game with her family. Fendi snuggling with our da...