The lovely story of a Scottie dog’s happy life.
When placed on the front lawn she was momentarily at a loss. Grass was an unknown. Having been the product of a puppy mill -so I learned-she had only been in metal cages or tiny indoor enclosures. She had been carried off, probably just weaned and sent into the world, first to the midwest and then to New Jersey, which is where we found each other. After a brief moment Kate ran and then somersaulted, her head was so large that she tripped over it, I guess. We took our Kate into the house and learned how to care for her.