My first dog was a terrier mix that we rescued at a local shelter. My entire family passed her by as we were looking at the cages, but for some reason my dad stopped. He wanted her. Ugh, she had lost her hair and was a total mess.
We took her home and she was as emotionally messed up as she was physically, although we totally adored her. I have such fond memories of loving her while I was growing up. She tore up the kitchen pantry and went in the garbage all the time and although Mom kept saying we would get rid of her, we never did.
Terry will forever be in my heart. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of her, but her memory remains forever. |