i just posted pics of my bichons. my first was heidi and while she was not a rescue, she showed me the love of my life. it was due to her that i became involved in the bichon rescue. i adopted a little male at the age of 5 months. his name is bailey. he was not scarred by the mills since he was so young. he is the most precious little boy. he is 4 years old now. my first rescue was my little haley. she was 5 years old when she came to me on that cold winters day. i picked her up at the airport and she was the most scared little thing i have ever seen. i brought her home and sat her on the grass in the backyard. she just stood there and didn't move. i realized she had never walked on grass before. her little feet were so splayed from walking on a wire cage in the puppymill she came from. she was auctioned off by these cruel " puppymillers" after she had litter after litter of pups for them to sell. she came into rescue with three little babies and only one of them lived. the other two died from parvo. since i have had her she has become so happy. she loves her home and her brother and sister. she loves treats and she is always waiting at the door when i get home from work. i have become much educated on puppymills since adopting mine. they are cruel places that only treat these innocent little ones as " livestock". to breed and breed them until they are all used up and then to discard them as if they were trash. i am so thankful i was able to get two of them out of this horrible situation. they have enhanced my life with more love than i can place here in mere words. i promote spay nad neutering to the fullest. there are so many unwanted animals that are homeless. please be a responsible " doggie parent" and make sure this is done.
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