Fly Sita has been with us from the beginning. I got Fly in Selah, she was in a rain barrel that had been laid on it's side and a saddle pad was in there for padding, her poor little eyes were so scared!!! Good thing I saved her from the barrel I always say!! While working on Mercer Island, my boss decided that Fly was too short for a name, and added Sita (meaning Little Fly). She has her rough points, but is a great pooch.....she's traveled many miles in the tow truck with papa, she learned to be "the gaurdian of the truck" and she won't let you forget it!!!
