Andrea Pronk-De Palm
Enterprising writing editor with an inquisitive mind, an outwritten opinion and her Heart in the Write Place. I write about writing, ever changing life and my relationships with my pets.
We could only guess at what she’d been through. We could only tell it had been nothing good. Not that she was scared — American Staffordshire Terriers seem to know no fear — rather, she was wary. Distrustful, stressed out of her poor little mind and clearly not used to anything ‘normal’ for a dog. Driving her home from the pound, I sat with her in the back seat, holding her tightly as she bounced around on the seat. I tried to wrestle a tennis ball from her that she was busy chewing up fanatically. During the half-hour ride to our home, she had devoured three of them.