Today's not Dixie's actual birthday, but we'er celebrating it today. I first saw Little Miss Dix on April 23, 2012, she was only 4 hours old. She, her big brother and sister, and there mother were surrounded in filth. A responsible dog owner/buyer would have walked away and not looked back. I knew she wouldn't be as healthy as my boys and she would have health issues, that alone should have made me walk. But I couldn't, I simply couldn't. She was the smallest of the three, and didn't look healthy at all. I put my money down on a pup that I didn't even know would survive the 8 weeks. I named her after my home land, the people of Dixie land are strong and resilient, we can jump back up from any natural or man made disaster. I called to check on her nearly every day. Praying and hoping that she stayed true to her name. She did, and at 8 weeks old she came home covered in poop from her filthy makeshift play pin (it was just a bunch of rotten wood boards tied up together). We've had some bumps in the road (to say the VERY least) that would bring almost any dog to it's knees, but not Dixie, she's stood tall to all the challenges like a true Rebel solder! I'm so proud of her, but I'd take all her illness and pain for myself in a heartbeat, I wish I could. My friends are still baby siting her until we can find a way to get around the 4 dog limit law legally. I hear of people with 5 dogs here with no problems from the law and I sometimes feel sick with envy. I mis her every minute of every day, but I know she's happy and safe. I'll post pictures of her later today after my visit, I can't wait to see her! PS Mommy#2 (my friend JoAnn) has been very sick the past couple of weeks and is has been in the hospital for over a week now. Please say a prayer for her that she's better soon.