A bit blurred because she wouldn’t keep still long enough.
This will be Annie’s fourth Christmas with us. The drama that surrounded her arrival is still so vivid in my mind that it seems hard to believe it was more than three and a half years ago.
The shut down, terrified, flea ridden dog that wouldn’t come out from under the dining table for three days is thankfully, nowhere to be seen these days. To say that she’s blossomed is an understatement of grand proportions.
The real Annie was in evidence yesterday as my mother arrived for Christmas. The dogs excitement was so off the scale that I have thought about not giving them their Christmas treats this year but instead sticking a bow on ‘grandma’ as by all accounts she’s all the present they need.
To see Annie take her new soft toy then steal Little Bear’s too and refuse all of his attempts to take it back was such a joy. That she was enjoying her new gift was obvious by the frantic wagging, but to us it was a sign of just how far this girl has come. There was a time not so long ago when she’d only take a toy to please you, but obviously had no idea what to do with it.
As Dog Rescues all over the country brace themselves for the influx of the Christmas puppies that will, with depressing predictability, be dumped upon them in the weeks and months ahead, I hope anyone looking for a dog will first consider a rescue. A dog like our Annie who far from being broken, just needed a chance to be loved.
And so to bed. Annie and her new toy.
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