On Burying The Dog
For a long time, I've had three dogs - a big red mutt named Rosie, a fancy little toy poodle named Pip and a handsome Shih Tzu named Toby. Toby came to me from a rescue group in Florida. He had had a rough start in life. For some reason, the 94-year-old woman who bought him from a puppy mill mistreated him, scared him and had him kenneled at her vet in a small cage for the most part of his first year of life. He developed seizures and she asked the vet to put the dog, still a puppy, down. The dog's name was Lucky.That vet said no. And he called a rescue group who came to take over ...