NainaNaina’s eyes were the first thing I noticed about her. They were big, terrified, and very beaut
NainaNaina’s eyes were the first thing I noticed about her. They were big, terrified, and very beautiful. It seemed only fitting that I call her Naina, which means “eyes” in Urdu. At eleven months old, Naina had already been through a lot. Six of the eight puppies in her litter had died of parvovirus in a high-kill shelter in Tennessee. Naina miraculously survived and was placed in a home with two hyperactive children who couldn’t understand why this shy little pup did not want to play with them. Their father hit Naina out of frustration a few times, prompting her to seek shelter under the nearest bed or couch (something she still does when scared). He once tried dragging her out by her muzzle and when she nipped him, the family shipped Naina out. I have had Naina for three years now and she hasn’t come close to biting anyone, so I can only imagine how scared she must have been at the time.That first day I met Naina, she spent the entire evening apprehensively watching me from behind her foster mother’s legs. Her foster mother offered me repeated assurances that Naina was friendly once she got to know you, perhaps worried that I would be put off by Naina’s reticence. She needn’t have worried; those eyes were just crying out for a stable, comfortable home, and my heart went out to her. -- source link
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