Domino

Waiting at the Gate: Black and White, they call me Domino, my story is a familiar one, dumped in the country. I was rescued by a wonderful farm lady that fed me, brushed me, played with me and loved me for several years. Then she got very sick and had to move away. Friends of hers come each night and feed me, play with me a little, pat my head and then drive away. I stand waiting at the gate but they don’t come again until the next day. My name is Domino, that’s a game. I love to play and play! I’m neutered, have all my shots, love people and other dogs. The cats where I have lived all run from me so I can’t say they are friends but they might be if they would just stay around.