Happy Birthday Dahlia

It is inevitable, when you live with seven other beings, that someone catches your eye, makes you smile and reminds you life is about being happy. The down side to my little menagerie is the relative age of my animals. The two youngest are 6 and 7 years old, while the other five are all in double digits. One of the group is always having an issue, case in point, Ms. Duetz’s illness last week. The food alone for this small army of four-footed beings costs more than I spend on groceries and wine, but keeping them healthy cuts down on more expensive veterinarian bills.

Dallie (aka Dahlia) came to live with us two years ago. Most of her life she was a brood bitch for a Shar Pei breeder in Maine. When she became too old, she was passed off as a rescue. That only lasted a few months…