Four years ago today we brought Sabrina home. She was fresh off the track and very concerned about where she was going in life.
The first few days were traumatic for her (and us). She’d never been alone EVER (like other racers, they’d always been with their littermates, other hounds at the farm, hounds and trainers at the track – never alone) and it was a scary thing.
It was much like this:
But after a few days, she realized that yes, indeed, her new mommy and daddy might leave, but they’d always come back. That same day she discovered how comfy the couch was, and in a week or so the bed.
she’s spent four years ruling her kingdom with a velvet paw. She plays her cards right, she might get a little bit of the hot hamburger sandwiches I’m going to make for supper tonight.