Thanks, ((((Tupp))))!
It's ridiculously transparent that she's my D substitute, but she has helped my heart heal for 4 years now!
She's someone to love and watching her heal from her traumatic origins (much less the unexpected surprise of this pic going onto a local tourist postcard and "dog biscuit" tin they give out at the Visitors Center) has given me so much delight.
Yesterday I took her on a social visit to an old lady I'd worked for (as an elder-sitter) a few times...she had talked about how very much she's missed being around a dog. (The fancy place where she and her 92 y/o hub live now isn't set up for her to have a pet). It was SUCH a pleasure to see this lady, in her 80s, get down on the floor for the pleasure of rubbing Pooch's tummy. And Pooch was her best-behaved self. A little startled at the sudden fire-hose of attention from a stranger but she got the vibe, I think, and figured out that the entire purpose of the visit was for herself to be adored and have her ears scratched and much affectionate talk.
We stayed just about 45 minutes but it made our day.
love,
Hops