Muffin was a healthy, happy little 1 1/2 year old pup who was full of life and enthusiasm, always off on some adventure, and ready to play whenever anyone would give her the time of day. She was very loving and affectionate, but quite the little explorer, and very independent. She was known then, in her puppy training classes, as Miss Muffin. Very bright, loving and full of the devil, she was always getting into mischief.
When my mom passed away 2 1/2 years ago, we needed to go back east for the funeral. Although I wanted to take the girls with me, my family felt it would be better if they did not come, so I looked around for the most trust worthy sitter I could find to care for my two precious babies while I was gone. Who better than my local Vet? She boarded pets, I knew, and I trusted her completely, as she had been my vet for many years previously when my baby Merlin was still with me. He too was a very tiny yorkie, so I felt completely safe leaving them. They told me Muffin needed a rabies shot and they would take care of it while I was gone. “No biggie,” I thought. Foolish Me!!!