Where do I start

Let's start with Snoozy. My husband called her reeky, because for some reason she always smelled bad. She went to doggy heaven, but I got to spend a couple of years with her.

It was a "GOD" thing. I found her on the side of a busy street, next to the railroad tracks on a very hot summer day, in a part of town I rarely find myself in. She was very old, blind, and very skinny. I thought this poor little girl does not have much time to live, so I'm going to give her the best life I can with what time she has. Well, she fooled me and lived almost two years. She was a joy, but very demanding. She would wake me up everyday around six because she was hungry. She brought so much joy to my life and I was blessed to spend time with her