A puppy mill is where my chihuahua, Noel, came from. Her mother was pregnant with her with they mill was raided and all the dogs were rescued. Sadly it was too late for most of Noel's litter mates as the person running the mill fed her mother and the other dogs under their care a very poor diet, supposedly plain grits. Noel was one of the only puppies in her litter to be born alive, the rest were stillborn.
She has flourished despite her rocky start to life and now is spunky and lively as any dog could be. She is also a little diva. If she doesn't like the food we give her, she just turns her nose up at it and walks away, and she hates dog clothes with a passion. She also lays down with her paws crossed in front of her. Its so cute.
“The day the power of love overrules the love of power, the world will know peace.”
― Mahatma Gandhi