My Breaking Heart...

So I'm staying with my friend's daughter this week while they're in California. It's a pretty easy gig. Really easy, actually. She's 15 and has a ridiculously busy schedule. Between dance and poms, I basically don't see her. Except when I'm driving her to where she needs to be. This week is actually pretty much cooler than the rest of my weeks. I get to drive a really cool car and I have internet. No complaining here.



My friends just got a dog from a rescue group about a month ago. Her name is Tika. And my heart absolutely breaks for her. I don't know what her past is, but I'm positive that it was rough. I'm not sure if she was abused or neglected, but I'm certain that she was not treated the way that she deserved to be treated. And anyone who knows me knows that mistreated animals kinda gets me going. Tika lays in the corner of the dining room all day. Except at night, when she comes up to their bedroom and sleeps in the corner. It's very sad. She's very unresponsive. Although today, day 2, she actually made eye contact with me. She's very sweet. She lets me sit by her and pet her and all that. But that's about it. Oh, it's so sad.



Here's the little girl. Isn't she adorable?