Life with Dogs: Part 10-Tula
Tula came to me as a scared, skinny runaway from Chico, CA, age unknown.
She’d recently given birth, had a dry, raggedy coat and kept her tail permanently tucked between her legs.
She refused to jump into a car, but broke three (empty) bowls by jumping onto the kitchen counter in search of food to filch.
She’d had a hard life to that point.
I took her to Holly Park on her first day in Bernal…
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