Side chick

I’ve become a side-chick, or side-hooman more accurately. Dani is doing well. Other than a couple of days of nocturnal bathroom mishaps, and a slight backslide into heightened wariness, she keeps making steps forward. She has become more timid around me. Instead of jumping up on the couch when I’m sitting on one end, she … Continue reading Side chick

Belts as weapons

We had a sort of breakthrough with Dani this week. Well, not so much a breakthrough as a revelation. We have suspected from the beginning that Dani went through something traumatic, physically and/or psychologically before making her home with us. The other day that theory was demonstrated through something as innocuous as changing clothes. One … Continue reading Belts as weapons