
Revised April 4, 1998
Bitsy (short for "Itsy Bitsy," named by my four-year-old niece when her
family fostered Bitsy) has a new name and a new home. She had been dumped at a local
shelter by people who ordered her to be euthanized. The shelter staff were completely
shocked. They called us instead. Thank goodness they did. This little beauty is
nothing but a lovebug. Her new family agrees. They came all the way from Florida to
get her! Please read their latest letter.
Bitsy, now known as Casey, has got the best home imaginable.
Casey, AKA Bitsy, is coming along great! She has taken over the house, and we're deeply
attached to her. We are enjoying her to the fullest!
The first few days were particularly hard on Lucas, our resident Cocker. He wasn't used
to having a new companion, and adjustments were in order for both. Lucas is the passion of
Casey's life. She is his shadow; she follows him everywhere and seems to emulate his every
move. She bites his ears and lips; she nips at his heels, and whenever he lies down, she
lies down next to him. Lucas seems to be protective of her, and the first thing he does
each morning is smell her crate.
They play a game where she comes running full speed at him, and at the last possible
second, she throws herself on the ground and turns over. At this point, Lucas stands up,
sniffs her and nudges her away. He'll turn around and walk away, only to have her pounce
on him again, which begins the came all over again!
Casey has fully adjusted to Florida. She is protective of her home and will bark at
every new and strange noise, but she'll particularly bark at other neighborhood dogs when
they get too close to the front gate. In the afternoon, she never tires of playing fetch
with her rubber ball. The only thing she enjoys even more is her evening walk around the
neighborhood.
In the morning, as soon as we let her out of her kennel, she'll run and try to jump on
the bed. She is adorable in the morning when she's still too sleepy to jump around. She'll
stretch her body and let us scratch her belly, and then she'll lick our faces.
We can't thank you enough for allowing us to adopt her. |