I got joy, joy, joy joy

Jenny spent over a year in a cage that was about eight feet long and four feet wide, with a metal bowl with water and a little blanket on which to lie that covered a small part of the concrete floor. I can almost guarantee there were days she would have preferred death. I am pretty sure I would have. But she owns a particular joy that is difficult to describe. As I said before, she has not allowed her past to shape who she is. Although it has not been easy, she is grateful for the goodness that has now overtaken her life. She beams with joy and greets every person she meets with that sincere tail waggin’, hard pantin’ that personifies a joy that is never mistaken for anything else.