I found Abby at Uluru when she was only 3 weeks old. She was alone, dehydrated & covered in ticks, lying in red dirt in 42C heat. I thought she was dead until she lifted her head when I spoke.
She is now three & a half years old & a healthy, happy girl. She loves running on the beach. First trip to the beach when she was 8 weeks old she sat & stared out to sea, then ran straight into the water. She needed to be rescued a few times before she realised that surfing was not her forte.
She lives with 2 rescue cats & 2 sheep. She loves the cats, but the sheep not so much as they have beaten her up a few times.
I love her & can't imagine life without her.

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