Camila's Bad Memories

 

We're having our first nice rain today in weeks (no thunder) and Camila is terrified. The front door is open so she can go in whenever she wants but she's attempting to tough it out to be with me. I now see the frightened young street dog, unable to find shelter because bigger more aggressive dogs were claiming the space. She would have been left out cold and wet. 

When I/we  went back inside the stench was really strong but there was no urine anywhere. I guess this is how extreme fear smells.