I got her from the private shelter I worked at. She came in with her siblings, ceased from an abuse case. Her Mom had to be PTS. They were covered in fleas, feces and all scrawny. I adopted all the siblings out, and she was the last one.

The Director, my friend, Gerda, put her crate in front of where I worked the desk...giving me a hint that I should take her. I left a note on the crate to the others that I "might take her". Gerda crossed it out and wrote, "I WILL take her."

I had just lost my Lab, Louie, to cancer. I named her in memory of him. I always called him, My Darling Lou.

Within a few years, she had both cruciates/meniscus' done.She hoards all bones and toys.

She MAKES ME dress her up. She gets along with everyone.HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY TO MY PRINCESS!

I can only please one person per day. Today is not your day, tomorrow doesn't look good either.
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"You didn't know of the magical powers of the break stick? It's up there with genies and Harry Potter as far as magic levels go." SisMorphine 01/07/07