The strange thing about her story is that she was from a puppy mill. I didn't know it when I got her. I responded to an ad in the paper and made an appointment to see her. She was in a town about 70 miles away and the guy said he'd meet me in the town center because it was too difficult to get to his ranch in the hills. All went well and I saw a cute, active and chubby little puppy. A year and a half later I read in the paper the guy had been arrested for running a puppy mill. No wonder he didn't want me going there! But for us it turned out the best possible.
So today, here's how she's decided to celebrate before we go out for a nice walk with Abby.

And now we're going for a nice walk on a beautiful day in Dublin, CA.

Happy Birthday Krissi, I love you so much!!!
Sandi