Wednesday, October 13, 2010


She spent the first six years of her life in a cage, giving birth to litter after litter of purebred Westies. The next year, trying to survive in a yard filled with other rescued dogs. Underweight and frightened of the world, she fell into my arms shell shocked, as if she were about to live her final moments. Little did she know she was about to become the queen of the castle. The one everyone, even our Jack Russell Terrier, would fawn over.

We named her Grace. She needed some.

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