It is amazing how quickly the course of one pup's life can change!  I am alive because of a breeder, was sold, was injured, my owners (I won't say 'family' because a real family would never do this) took me to the SPCA and requested my life be put to an end.  At three months old it could have been all over for me!  The kind people at the SPCA believed my life was worth saving.  They fixed me up and HBR has placed me in a loving foster home.  I am ALIVE!!!  Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!!

Now I have some foster sibs; a girl boxer, a boy boxer, and two furballs called cats.  Once the splint comes off I plan on getting to know everyone better, but for now I have to stay sort of quiet.  I am not crazy about being in a crate alone while everyone else gets to do cool stuff.  But, I am glad to be breathing and I show my gratitude by not being a pain or causing much ruckus.  I whine, moan, or carry on now and then, but for the most part, stay quiet.  I was even very good my first night!  I slept lightly, but stayed quiet.  And, if taken out regularly, I do not soil my crate!