Welcoming Peanut

I love dogs. When I was in Haiti, I had many of them and I had been looking for another one to keep me company here. When I saw Peanut’s picture online, I knew right away she was the one.

I can’t tell exactly how old Peanut was when I got her, but the lady who had posted her already had a purse, a closet full of clothes for Peanut and accessories as well, which I found very odd. After I got her, I took her to the vet for a check up and on top of being very skinny, her teeth were all rotten. They ended up removing all but four of them, which we later found on the couch.

After that, I tried to stay in touch with the lady as I thought it would be nice, but she kept telling me to “bring her back if I didn’t like her”, which was strange.

Peanut is my baby, she’s my life, she’s my everything.