My name is Gutty, because I was found dying in a gutter. Not a sexy name I know, but easy for the staff to remember my story. I am quadriplegic, which means I cannot move my limbs at all. I can shake my head and after months of physical therapy, I can hold my neck up and now eat by myself. I can feel everything and I get a lot of attention from young orphaned pups who need a warm belly to sleep against and from the staff who always scratch my back and pet my belly as they know I cannot do it by myself.
