My amazing, inspiring, stubborn, feisty, special dog. She's 6 now. Six. Everyone said she was hopeless. Everyone told me I couldn't save her and I'd taken on a huge burden and it would be too much. She is so full of life and spirit and today she had a blast playing in the snow. She channeled her puppy self and through a massive fit when I brought her in to take a break. I didn't want her getting too sore and tired but she just wanted more play time. lol. She never understood the words others used about her. Hopeless, brain damaged, dangerous (how can a tiny, tiny puppy be dangerous). She has understood love, safety, opportunity and joy. And she will always be one of the best things to come into my life. Long after she has passed over the rainbow bridge I will have her spirit to guide me.