Two boys, around the ages of 14-16, had tied her up and were beating her wit sticks and rocks. Throwing hard dirt clumps and everything else at her. She was malnourished and stinky. Abbie only weighted a big ol
bs at 4 months. I took her into my heart, and had plans to find her a good solid home. I wasn't looking for a dog right then, and had thought my life to be too busy. Boy was I wrong. She crawled into bed with my ex-fiance and I, and just made herself at home. After a week of lazy home searching, i fell in love.
She's been my constant companion, and has seen me through my break up with my ex-fiance, my father's divorce, and frustration of trying to get my life on track.
She's my best friend.
to you and Abbie 
