Although I no longer chew on some of Mother’s possessions (like her pretty shoes, shiny cell phone, and pink lace bra), I am still a puppy at heart. I’ve come a long way to be the princess I am. Before I arrived at the doorstep of my true home, all I knew was neglect and wire cages. My name is Beatrice, my fans call me Bea, and my story began eight years ago in a puppy mill. Continue reading: <a href="http://www.caps-web.org/archives/1065.php" rel="nofollow">http://www.caps-web.org/archives/1065.php</a>
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