My lovely Ariel is finally here with us in Germany. How I missed her, even if I knew she had a good time down in Italy.
I adopted Ariel several years ago from a horrible shelter were it was so dirty and nasty, that you had to hold your nose when you were near it. You had to close your eyes not to see all the pain, too. You had to cover your ears not to hear all 40+ dogs barking.
Ariel had been in four different shelters and her front leg had been broken in four places and self healed wrong. She can walk, but very poorly.