I can still remember the day I got Mona. It was the first week of June 2009. My mom told me she saw a stray dog wondering around her parking lot at work trying to find food. She decided to bring home the poor little pooch. When my mom brought her in the house she was in a big cardboard box with holes in them. As soon as we both finally opened the box, I noticed how dirty she was. It was hard to tell that she was a bichon frise or a walking poor little mop. My little Mona had dirt all over her that made her look like she had dark grey fur, instead of white. Continue reading “When I got Mona”