Jixer. When I met her in the shelter she was pressed against the cage door like some mushed pile of dough attempting to ooze through the bars. She was squealing in a tone that would make you want to stab yourself in the ears with a plastic spoon, and every millimeter quivered with excitement. Utterly ridiculous dog. Luckily for her she was the only dog in the weight range I was … [Read more...]