When I first met Calypso, I could see the bones clearly through her skin. Dogs like Calypso deserve so much better. It breaks my heart to see so many dogs like Calypso in the system: sweet, loving dogs who have been used for breeding and likely thrown out when they weren't wanted anymore.
Monday 8/26/19 I am apprehensive as we prepare to go to the vet. I am worried that the dogs will have an imporant medical concern. I leave a little early so that I can take the half-hour drive out to Archer slowly. Jazzy jumps nimbly into the car, while Rasta gives me a look that … Continue reading Jazzy and Rasta Go to the Vet