Roxie was a re-home of sorts, but I know her previous owner purchased her at a Petland store in Florida, so I assume she's a puppy mill pup.
Two years ago my sister-in-law, who is originally from Florida, was living with her mom here in NY., when her mom decided to up and move back to Florida. SIL was already engaged to my brother, so she moved in with him. His apartment building doesn't allow pets. She didn't want to send Roxie all the way to Florida, where she would rarely get to see her, and wouldn't know how she was taken care of. I said I would take her for the weekend and if I liked having her, I would keep her. Well, the rest as they say, is history. She's now my dog and I love her to pieces.
It's still so weird to me. I NEVER wanted a pet of any kind. I didn't want to get attached, and then have to deal with heartbreaking loss down the road. But, now she's here, and she's part of my family and I couldn't be happier.
