After hurricane Andrew hit southern Florida in 1992, strays were picked up and taken to the local shelter. The West Palm Beach animal shelter was trying to find their families but ended up with 200 + dogs to find homes for. I live in St. Petersburg which is about a five hour drive from West Palm Beach. I had a dog and really didn't want to adopt another one but I agreed to ride with a friend who was a member of the local dog club and was going to pick up some dogs to help find them homes up here. We drove down and she picked out three dogs and I found a friend in Butterscotch. She got that name because she was mostly white with tan on her ears and around her tail. She was about six months to a year old and extremely shy. She was as far back in the corner of the crate as she could get. I kept telling myself I don't need another dog but I couldn't stop thinking about her and when it was time to leave we left with four dogs. I renamed her Muffy. I introduced her to my other dog Buddy. They got along great but Muffy was very shy and would hide most of the time. If someone came to visit she would go hide under the bed. I gradually trained her not to be afraid and after years I saw her finally accept people. To make a long story short, last month Muffy died. She was 18 years old. I will always miss her, Copper (a Poodle I later inherited and who became Muffy's protector) and Buddy. I enjoyed spoiling all of them. I know they must all be angels now!

S. Brunk
St. Petersburg, FL