My Puppers

I can't remember if she had fleas. I don't think she did, I think the tech had treated them. This vet lady was very awesome. I liked her a lot. I took Mia to see her right away, we were all okay with lab mix. Thinking about it now, the rescue had put her at a year and a half, but my vet told me that after a year or so it was difficult to tell, and she might be a little older than that because of some of the wear on her teeth, but there was no way to be sure. We flipped her on her back so that she could see her belly and I just remember her saying, "Oh, your definitely a Georgia dog." I asked why and she told me should could feel the shot and maybe bbs in her legs from Mia being target practice when she was a stray dog. Common in stray dogs from the countryside of Georgia, apparently. This explained so many things about Mia's personality. She always hated loud noises, and panic barked at things that startled her. This is probably why she started off playing w...

I'm not sure if I've ever told anyone the whole story about the day I got Mia. I remember it very, very well, even though it was almost 10 years ago at this point. I had decided that Bailey needed a friend. Bailey was such an easy dog, and I had taken her with me to visit home that summer where she loved playing with Tilwyn so much. She loved playing at the dog park. So I wanted to get her a play toy, a dog that was a playmate for my best friend. I knew I didn't want a puppy; I had briefly tried that and it didn't work and I was now fully aware of how much work a puppy was. I wanted a full grown dog that was the same size as Bailey, since she was pretty much the perfect size at about 45lbs. I kinda wanted a black dog, since they are the lowest rate of adopted animals, but size was the only thing that would be a definitive yay or nay factor. About a week before the fateful Saturday, I went to the shelter where I had gotten Bailey, just to take a look. There was a m...