She. Her name is Brie. We got her about a month ago after my dog (purebred, so no pics) Judge died. She''s finally settling in nicely, but she doesn''t like the camera very much. She was a stray and had probably been tied up in someone''s backyard for more of her life because when we got her, she had a nylon rope around her neck that had been chewed off with a loose end hanging off. Needless to say, after that, she loves living with us where she gets fed and walked regularly, toys a plenty and two people to curl up with on the couch. Not to mention BrieTV--my hamster''s tank is exactly at her eye level, and she watches him run around for at least an hour everyday. We''ve had to teach her how to chew on things, how to play (work in progress) and how to walk on a leash (also a work in progress). But she''s great.
Well when she went into the pound she was 44 pounds. When we got her and took her to the vet she was 41, and the vet said that she wanted her at 48. Then she got sick, and when we took her back to the vet and she was 40. I think she''s been putting weight on, so I''m hoping she''s around 45 now, because she''s starting to fill out, and she''s been wolfing her food down, unlike the first week we had her when she wouldn''t eat and was puking half the time.
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