The Name Debate
The lead rescue volunteer called me last night to discuss the foster pup’s plan.
Her name is Nahla. That’s how they spelled it, and that’s the name she knows.
She’s 11 months old and was previously part of a family. Unfortunately, they had to give her up for unknown reasons— one story goes they weren’t supposed to have her in the first place because of where they lived; another story goes they were hit hard by recent economic problems. Either way, it is clear someone loved her enough to teach her lots of basic commands.
She’s quite obedient and really, really, really sweet.
Also, housebroken. And she doesn’t seem to have any problem with chewing things she shouldn’t. She hasn’t touched a thing (knock on wood) I didn’t first give her the “okay” to touch.
