I went down to Lewiston with my family for a couple of days, while I was there I looked around the town and went into multiple stores. I came across a pet store and I knew I shouldn't have gone in but my curiosity got the better of me.
What I saw broke my heart.
There were little Chihuahua puppies for sale and I knew right away that they were from a puppymill. They were tiny, my guess is that they were barely 6 weeks and one was trying to nurse the other
It broke my heart, I nearly burst into tears right there in the store. I knew there was nothing I could do to save those puppies without condemning their parents. After staring at their sweet, innocent faces for a little while I finally left. I drove back to where we were staying and the first thing I did was hug Henri (we were able to bring the dogs with us), I thanked my lucky stars that he never had to go through that, I kissed him and snuggled him and cried.
This kind of thing breaks my heart and makes me angry that puppymills have been allowed to continue
I was crying writing this from remembering those poor puppies and how helpless I felt