As you may recall, my mom adopted me in October of 2010 when she was a volunteer at APRA. She says that when she saw my waggle-y tale and mischievous eyes, she knew it was love at first sight. What can I say? I’m irresistible, I suppose! She adopted me the very next day after we played and snuggled for hours! The following week, we left Atlanta. She named me Wilhelmina Georgia (Wilhelmina because I’m a classy lady and Georgia ‘cause that’s where I’m from y’all and she didn’t want me to forget it!). But don’t worry—you can call me Billie.
Now we live in Charlottesville, Virginia, where there are plenty of squirrels to terrorize and plenty of dog parks where I can ruin my baths and get nice and dirty. I daresay I live a peachy life but I will never forget that once upon a time, I was a mutt with mange found wandering the Georgia countryside with no name, no story, no food, and no home. Thank you APRA for taking a chance on little ol’ me! I’m right where I belong.
Sincerely. Billie (& her human, Supriya)