I'm 5 (that's 35 for all my dawgs in the house) and full of life. I've lived in Texas my whole life and love it. After being born in a puppy mill and sold to a chain store I was saved by Stephanie Palmer and given to Jon, Stephanie's boyfriend of three years at the time.
I went from all that bad to a nice BIG house with a yard that went ALL the way around the house. Talk about the life. That all came to a crashing halt one day and I ended up living the apartment life. Jon, Ozzy, and I moved into a swank pad in Las Colinas. The digs were nice but I craved for the days of a yard to return.
After two years in Las Colinas I followed the "Great White Movement" to the west and now live in Keller, TX. House, backyard, people that love me... this is the life.
I just need to get some before Jon has the boys cut off. Hey all you fine lady dogs, I'm ready, WILLING, and able!
It's too late. It seems something is no longer in the sack!?!
