She's kind and loving and all about love, love, love. To think someone beat her and put cigarettes out on her is gut wrenching. But to see her develop from the dog I adopted 3 years ago, who was scared of everyone and everything and spent most of her time under the bed, to a dog who runs toward the ocean, chases pigeons and approaches most strangers with caution but an open heart has been an incredible gift to me and mine.
Why am I the only dog in the world that got adopted by someone who doesn't grill or bake dead animals in the oven? And why won't she let me trash dive for food? That old pizza in the middle of the street was JUST FINE, people.
My bucket list: A food coma! And a visit to an all-you-can-eat restaurant!
I don't understand, the big, big bed I let you sleep in is mine, right...right?!