Betty is tiny, pale white and shivering to hell as we get home. She is 4 years old and has lived quite a life – separated from her mother and sold to an American couple when she was hardly 2 months old. They left her in a public park a few months ago from where she has been picked up by the ‘Animals without names’ organization. The only good thing her old masters did was to tie her old pictures in her legs. The pictures clearly reveal that once upon a time she used to be a happy person, very comfortable in her surroundings. Now she is here and I haven’t seen her barking even once in the last 7 days.
My main house is small but I have a large backyard. I hope Betty likes spending time in the backyard as much as I do. For now, I have made a cute house for Betty and placed one of my sofa cushions there. The fostering house has told me that I need not train her for bathroom habits or walking & running habits as she knows them very well. It’s lunch time here and we are planning to have some rice with a lot of vegetables. I plan to take Betty out tomorrow to the nearby supermarket and will buy her her own food. She shivered again right now but I cuddled her and I felt that she took less time to recover than before.
It’s 4pm and I’m planning to show Betty a few clothes that I have designed for her from my wardrobe. She looks at me with anticipation. We have tried all 4 pairs of clothes I made for her. Blue and Pink would suit her I feel. I hope as she regains her original colour in a few weeks from now, they would suit her even more.
We are going out to the garden now. Betty has her name in the collar with my house address. I talk to Betty about all the flowers that I have planted and the lawn moving job that I do once every 2 weeks. I hope we can give each other good company when we do these jobs because some of them are pretty boring and having a friend around will make them seem less so. We have wandered around for a while and are resting to observe the sun going down. I’m having my favorite cup of tea while Betty is enjoying her biscuits.
We come inside and I put on some music. Betty is slowly starting to move around and she is staring at the loudspeakers. Maybe she has a good or a sad memory about them or could be something related to a dream. I start to make dinner for the both of us. While things are in the making, I show her some of my old pictures. She sits very close to me and is observing me flip the pages. This time when I lift the sheet, I give it a pause and ask Betty to do it if she wants to. She flips it on her own and I hug her dearly.
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