Missy is an odd duck. We got her on the classifieds where I work and the women was just looking for a new home for her. The other dog had died (Missy's companion) and she did really want to get a second. We already had two dogs, and had just a few months before, put down our third so we decided we could take her.
Of course we agreed to take her home, but little did we know what we were getting into (not that it would have stopped us). Her first evening with us, Erik was convinced something was wrong with her, that maybe she was having a panic attack or hyper-ventilating because with every breath she would snort and made a sound almost like she was gagging. Turns out that’s just how she breaths, has ever since. We also noticed pretty early on that she drank a lot of water, probably at least twice as much as the other dogs so Erik thought she might be diabetic. (See a trend here? She's HIS baby) We took her to the vet where they run a slew of tests and find that thankfully she is not diabetic, but has a thyroid problem. So now our 45 pound beagle is being medicated, twice a day, everyday, or (so the vet says, guilt guilt) she'll go blind.

So while the other two dogs have been sent to the back yard to live in preparation for the new babies, our third, and thus far most expensive, baby is still in the house. Still tucked behind the claw footed tub where she likes to sleep and still waking Erik up at least twice a night to let her out to pee. She will always be our special case, and we love her for it.
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