[Misti1]

I got a desperate call from my supervisor at work. Seems he has a friend who bought a yorkie 3 years ago for her daughter. They are a busy family and no one takes up time with the dog. She has never potty trained, and you know what that means. Beatings, rubbing nose in it, scolding, isolation, rejection etc. They were about to "get rid of her" . whatever that meant. So he called me. Maya and I went to get her.


EVeryone in the house was glad that Pebbles was leaving. She was active and happy at the house when I went to get her, but she has been terrified at my house. SHe has not gone potty yet. I have her crated. She is not eating yet, just sipped a little water. I have a potential new owner coming to meet her this evening. I feel so sorry for her. Life as she knows it is over and she does not know where she is or what is happening to her. It is 3 AM and I can't even sleep because I feel so sorry for Pebbles.