As most of you who follow me on social media know, I have a sweet old lady pup named Prissy. She’s 10 years old and has been my side kick for the last 8 years of my life. My family rescued her from a local animal shelter when I was a junior in high school. She was a skittish little girl who came from a traumatic situation. So when I got her, she took a little time to adjust and trust me.
She’s been my shadow since the day I got down in the floor of the animal shelter and let her wander into my lap very gently. I never coaxed her to come to me, she just saw a gentle person that she could give a new chance to trust. And from that moment on, we were in love with one another. She has taught me so much about patience and gentleness. What a good girl she truly is.
I have always found it interesting to try to understand what a dog is thinking and feeling. Although they cannot truly speak to us, they can communicate in unique ways. I know exactly what Prissy needs just by the way she acts and the movements she makes. She’s such an expressive and funny girl now that she’s had 8 years to warm up to me and learn how to deal with transition (new home, moving out of that home and into an apartment with me, moving back into the house she came from, having Zach move in to the ‘all girls club’ and now moving to north Georgia). Ask anyone in our family…she’s night and day different and it’s the cutest.