My friend Annie snapped this pic, which I swear was not planned. I'm not looking for America, but my sweet little myrtle.
I think most of you know about my love for all dogs. I have always connected deeply with them. When I was little, during a bad point in my childhood, I had a guardian, she was a doberman named cushion. We would both curl up together and nap in her dog bed - it was a wicker basket. She followed me around and seemed to see me as a puppy. I felt so safe with her.
With Myrtle, I felt like her guardian.
myrtle aka chi-chi aka squirtz aka little tiny
Please say another prayer for Myrtle, hang one more flier, post one more positive comment over on Facebook. I'll need your help to keep going.