My roommate, Arica, works with a local boxer (the dog, not the fighter) rescue mission based here in Phoenix. A couple months ago, Miss Dottie came along to us. She didn’t have a name at the time, but we chose to name her after the lovely drag queen of the same name, who oft performed at the now-extinct Jaded. Miss Dottie (the dog, not the crossdresser) has been in our home for much longer than expected, much longer than any boxer previous. She came to us with a broken jaw, bad and burned skin, hair problems, and severely overweight. We have fixed all of this, albeit she is still a bit overweight, but not nearly as bad. This weekend she goes off to a new home for a trial period for a permanent adoption. She’ll be missed. Luckily we still have the stray English Bulldog, Bear, who sleeps in a crate in the front room and whom snores so loud that he often wakes me, and sometimes Justin, up. Now if we could just find Bear a home …
But until then, a picture of Miss Dotie:
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