Little Lady came to the lighthouse from a kill shelter.   She had been dumped at the shelter by her owner.   He was well known at the shelter.   He habitually acquired small animals, abused them, and then dumped them at the pound to be killed.

She was terribly thin.   Her coat had been chopped off with scissors.   She was sick, bone weary, and ready to die.

The shelter called me and asked if I would take her.   She was such a sweet, docile little girl that they hated to put her down.

Little Lady appeared to be so very ashamed of her condition.   Her head hung down, her eyes were dull and glassy, and she was afraid to make eye contact with humans.   When I reached to pet her, she cringed and cowered.

After a few weeks of good food, medication for various infections and lot's and lot's of love, she began to come out of the shell she had retreated into.   She began to initiate play with the other dogs and would actually run to me, wagging her tail when I came near her.

She was adopted by a great family in Florida and is now a very happy Little Lady indeed.