Bobo Ginger

It was a sad day today, harder than I thought it was going to be, I liked that dog more than I let on. Three years ago I saw a skinny, orange puppy sniffing adventurously around outside work. I decided if she was still there when I finished work, I would find out who owned her, and if they wanted her. She wasn’t there.

It was almost a week until I could track down her owner. Her mother was an old black campdog with 3 legs. Ginger must have gotten her legs from her father's side, since she has all 4. Since then she has chewed through a over $800 worth of new shoes, CDs, sunglasses, artwork, plants and more. She has dragged me into the sunshine when I didn’t want to leave my gloomy house, she has been a better friend to me than I have to her. When she is happy, I am happy.

What safer place to leave her than the RSPCA? Certainly the receptionist was nicer to Ginger than she was to me! She is not on death row, she can stay until she finds her new owner. I pray that she finds one with another happy dog and lots of room to play. Good Girl Ginger xxx.