Story and photo submitted by Joseph

My little terrier cross is called Little Miss Tula. On the day that I was adopted by her, the San Francisco S.P.C.A. volunteer told me that she was fearful of anyone who tried to adopt her. I asked them to put me in a private room. I immediately sat on the floor before they brought her in the room. So that I was closer to her level. (She only weighs 8 lbs.) When she was brought in, I asked the volunteer to set her on the floor. And then I told her to come back in 15 minutes. I whispered to Little Miss Tula and offered her treats. After 15 minutes she was asleep in my lap. She came home that day. And over 2 1/2 years she has learned to trust 11 of my friends and family members. But she still will not allow strangers to touch her. And she believes that it is her job to protect me on our walks. She is one of the sweetest little dogs. And the first small dog I have ever owned. I was normally an American Pit Bull Terrier fan and owner. But I felt so sad for Little Miss Tula. I guess I am a sucker for a sad story.

Another thing about Little Miss Tula is how I was able to adopt her. I am a disabled Veteran, and Little Miss Tula was medically prescribed for me. Being disabled, I am on a fairly limited income. When I spoke with my doctor about the situation, she referred me to a program that is at the San Francisco Medical Center called Pets for Vets. Which operates off of donations. The program helps Veterans to adopt much needed companion dogs. She is my constant companion whenever I go.