Nobody knows exactly how Cora’s life began, although if she started out in a fighting ring you can tell why they gave up. In a world where dogs competed for bellyrubs, treat begging and general adorableness the little fireplug pit bull would be worth a million dollars. An afternoon with Cora usually follows this template: her mom takes off the leash, Cora runs four or five crazy figure 8’s and then waddles over to the nearest shin, leans on it and looks up to ask whether maybe you have a bellyrub lying around that you’re not using. When she gets her way the happy waves that she gives off are just about blinding.
Cora is an older dog now. She has moved on from those early days with whoever abandoned her and the litter that she most likely had on the streets, to a happy retirement as a lapdog at home and a bellyrub monster at the park.
Thursday Morning Open Thread – Cora! Cora! Cora!Post + Comments (32)