What happened to you, little darlin'?
Have you been trying to find your way back home? Were you left behind to fend for yourself after a foreclosure? Stolen from a parking meter and dumped far away? Did your owner die? Or did he lose his apartment and set you loose rather than tempt fate at the animal shelter? Did he give you to the wrong friend? Sell you to the wrong person on Craigslist? Where did you sleep all these nights? Where in the world did you find your water?
... And how is it possible that you can still wag your tail?
She doesn't have a name yet, but she's here at the barn. We're just staring at her a lot right now and scratching our heads and running tiny meals in to her hungry, hungry mouth several times a day.