At the age of 7 I got my first diagnosis of mast cell tumor. My mommy cried her eyes out but then Mommy was bound and determined to beat this thing called cancer. Then my grandma stepped in financially and I had surgery and after a rough healing I was better until 2 yrs later I got a second diagnosis of mast cell tumor. Surgery again and again I was better until the end when I got a mammory gland cancer and mom suspected my mast cell tumor was back as well. Mom and grandma did everything possible to try and save me but I was tired. On November 3rd Mommy did the hardest thing ever and that was to help me cross over to the bridge where I wait for my mommy so we can be forever reunited. My second mommy spoiled me beyond belief she kissed me nonstop was so annoying BOL but I knew I was loved more than anything. I had more clothes than any doggy should have and I had many toys and blankets and 3 beds and the best dogfood money could by. I couldn't have asked for anything better. My second Mommy spent so much time with me it made up for all the alone time the first half of my life. You were the best mommy a doggie could've ever had!!!!!! 

One day after things just weren't working out for Mommy in Mn we packed this old Minnesota Rust Bucket of a Chevy truck and we headed out for adventures heading to where Mommy used to live Carmichael Ca. We made stops along the way motel rooms friea1nds house and her sons house before landing in Carmichael. Phew the rust bucket made it, yay!  Hey this place is way warmer than where I'm from. This was awesome. I didn't see anymore snow til one day Mommy met this trucker named Brian. He got a job with this company out of North Dakota so on the road Mommy and I went with my new Daddy. I've been to many states across the US and I've read many doggie tabloids from here to the east coast and back. What adventures those were.

I was born in Duluth Minnesota a deaf female Boston Terrier my first mommies name was Michele. One day I landed in Fish Lake Kennels where another lady named Michele worked PT. I was dropped off by my old mommy Michele for Mary the owner of Fish Lake Kennels to take me to the pound because she worked way to many hours and she got a promotion so she was going to be gone even longer hours. Well one day this pt groomer Michele saw me and asked about me. Mary told her my story. Michele went home that night and asked this man Rodney if she could have me and bring me home. So a few days later I went home with this new Mommy Michele. We stopped pet store and bought me a few toys and a dog bed and some food. When we got to this house it was on a Indian reservation where there were no fenced in yards Rodney was building a fence in backyard just for me to be safe. There was this yippy at me dog Lily. Lily never did get used to me but I couldn't hear her anyways. Bol That's the story of how I got a new life with a new mommy named Michele a few months before I turned 5 yrs old.