Two rough looking characters, wearing oilskins and walking bicycles on the sidewalk, were walking toward me. Silvia let a low growl out of her, the one and only time before or since, that I ever heard her growl at anyone. After she growled, they excused themselves gave us a wide berth as they walked around me and Silvia, on the other side of the street.
My job left me, my career left me, my wife left me and my credit score left me. In the next three months, the house will be leaving me via foreclosure, short of a miracle. I don't know how, but I AM going to keep Silvia and her daughter, Lily, even if we have to sleep in a car! They were what kept me going when both the wife and job left. Because the Humane Society told me they would have to put Lily down because she is not well socialized, and I was unable to find someone to take both dogs, I did not sell the house when prices were good. I will NOT give that poor baby up to be killed by the HS, the baby who suffered parvovirus as a puppy and survived to be a healthy seven year old dog. I don't know how, but I will NOT let them die!
