Another Other Mindy

So growing up there was this girl named Mindy who lived on my block and there was always at least one Mindy at camp. Invariably, we'd end up designated as Mindy and Other Mindy. Guess which one I was.

And now, it's happened again. Back on March 14th, there were two dogs running loose on the grounds of the park where I work. Patrons complained - one actually blamed me - and it became my job to do something. After checking with rescuers, I got out leashes from my car, rounded them up and took them to a city shelter. Neither had ID or a microchip and as strays they'd be held for four days and then made available for adoption to the public.

I knew this guy would be adopted in a second.

And he was.

And I knew this sweet Pit Bull/Staffie/Whatever with mange didn't have a chance.

Two months later she was scheduled to be put down until rescuers stepped in, raised funds and she was saved. Here she is leaving the shelter, heading off to a training center:

She's an excellent student and as soon as her skin heals, she'll be ready for adoption.

If you live in the L.A. area and would like to meet her, contact: kinder4rescue@aol.com.

BTW, she never responded to the name she was given at the shelter, Honey.

More recently, at the training center, someone misread the paperwork which also had my name on it and they began calling her Mindy.

Which she responds to. Figures.