Doppler arrived with a mysterious past. She’d been abandoned–purposely trapped in a baseball dugout.
When animal control in Wallingford rescued her, she was a mess! Doppler’s hair was long and matted and infused with dirt and worse. Her nails had begun to turn in.
At the pound they gave her a shave and pedicure. Her rehab had begun
Who knows what name she originally answered to? The pound renamed her Charlotte.
A few days later Helaine and I showed up. She was renamed again.
It’s difficult to believe there’s a more gentle, more sweet, more adorable dog than Doppler. How anyone let her go is beyond comprehension.
We don’t know her real birthday or even how old Doppler is. We choose to celebrate it on November 18, because that’s when she rescued us.
Happy birthday dear Doppler. Happy birthday to you.