“I call bologna on the fact that Winter needed a new home because she ‘wasn’t getting along with other dogs.’ The first thing I noticed about her was that she had produced a lot of puppies. Maybe a few times. Her belly swings like they’re looking for puppies they once fed. Thanks to Nicky, her other foster mamma, we’ve also figured out that the address where she once lived… has a string of outdoor kennels.
Winter doesn’t know her name. She doesn’t know how to take treats. She doesn’t know what a toy is. She doesn’t know what a sofa is. She’s not housebroken. And when frightened, her default reflex is to bite. For the record, yeah, she HAS bitten me. Didn’t break my skin. But even if it did, I’m not mad at her. If I was freaked out of my mind and didn’t understand what the people around me were trying to get me to do, I’d probably bite, too.
It’s been a few days. I THINK I’ve finally seen a tail wag. And she lets me come up to her now without ducking or cowering.
It will take time. But we’ll get her to come around. And when we do, those soulful eyes will steal the heart of whoever gets her.”
– Winter’s foster mom