I'm not sure what 'high-kill" shelter meant but I'm so grateful someone from the Lab rescue place drove 12 hours round trip to rescue me as they were getting ready to take me for one of "those" walks because I was getting too old to have lots of puppies and I was very sick.
Once my heartworm was fixed Mom as well as some other things -
It was a great birthday and I am 8 years old!
First, there was a beautiful card from my sweetie - Frankie Furter. I love it that it has a wiener dog on it!
Thank for celebrating with me Frankie!
Mom got me a new stuffie!
I even got to eat off a people plate! (all the photos were just a total blur of feeding frenzy and wagging tail). Mom made this remark about piranha and skeletonizing a cow - I have NO idea what she was talking about!
I don't know why Mom didn't have a little one for her and Dad, and they ate the leftover pork roast with their taters because it was yummy! (OK, except for the carrots - I ate the carrot and went SPEW SPEW SPEW! Mom even got all Gore-May on me and sprinkled parsley on the plate so I'd fresh breath for Frankie.
Happy Happy Birthday!