My name is Misty!

Misty is a stray that we picked up to keep her from freezing to death last winter. In the last year she has made leaps & bounds towards healing from the obvious abuse she has been through, but I am now unable to keep her due to an ailing mother who requires most of my care. She needs a home with an abundance of love. Misty is gleefully unaware she is too big to be a lap dog. She likes lazer pointers. She prefers a jacket to go outside, & loves to ride in cars. She gets excited to hear the word Grandma and thinks that no chair is worth sitting in without a soft blankie (she comes with several). Misty doesn't do well around baseball bats, belts, lighters, & will gorge herself if given the opportunity. She will break into outside trash cans if they aren't secured. She really is the best girl, but she struggles to take verbal instructions. She gets scared to mess up & messes up worse, but a patient hand would do well with her. I love her dearly, but life has changed. She needs a new home.