Today is little Bridgit Jeane's birthday. In actual years she turned three today. I've always been told that one dog year equals seven years in human life*. So, is she three or twenty-one? For the last year I've said she was either a "terrible two" or a "mouthy teenager". (She does like to bark, much to the consternation of my next door neighbor.)
She was born in Savannah, Georgia, and adopted by a family there. After a little less than a year they wound up abandoning her. At least they did take her to their Vet but never returned to pick her up. After a month the Vet turned her over to the Chatham County Animal Shelter. That is where my high school friend came to the rescue. Diane (Burks) Abolt is the head of the volunteers for the shelter. Little Bridgit, who then had the name Tru, never saw a cage at the shelter. Diane immediately took her home with her and then contacted me. In November, 2010, after a few weeks of trying to get a way to bring her to Oklahoma, with no success, Joanne and I got in the car and drove to Savannah. We left Oklahoma City area on a Monday morning and were back home by Friday. Spent two nights in Savannah, with Diane and her husband Russ. Since then Bridgit Jeane has become a member of the family, even being totally accepted by, her now, older brother Buddy Joe.
When I'm up late, which is most nights, Bridgit lets me know it's time to turn out the lights and go to bed by covering her eyes so she can sleep. At that point she goes to her kennel box for the night.
*Not sure I buy off on the 7 to 1 ratio for human years to dog years. Buddy Joe turned 11 this past March. That would make him 77 years old. There is no way he acts like a 77 year old.
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She's a beautiful girl. I'm enjoying reading.
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