I rescued Genny when she was 15 months old. Because she is diabetic, the early days of our relationship were spent getting her regulated at Tuft's. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to take care of a diabetic dog, but I learned how to give insulin, do a blood glucose curve at home, and keep her on a regular schedule each day. When she had been my foster dog for two months, her vet called, said she was regulated and ready to be adopted. We both knew we belonged together and I adopted her. As a foster, Genny was like velcro - glued to my side and she cried by the front door whenever I was away from home. The night I told her she would be mine forever, Genny picked up a dog bed she had never been near before and carried it all around the house - she knew she was HOME! Genny is now seven years old. She went through obedience training with me when I was learning how to be a dog trainer then came home and taught her sisters (also rescued Bichons) everything she had learned in school. She sometimes goes to work with me in a mental health group home. The residents and staff love being greeted by her wagging tail, friendliness, and acceptance when they wake up or come to work in the morning. Every night she sits by the front door waiting for me to tell her she will be getting on her work clothes (her harness and leash) and going to work with me. Genny enjoys "working" so much we are now a Delta Society Pet Partner therapy team. Genny is the light of my life and a shining example of happiness to all who meet her.

Cathy
Jewett City, CT