Ok now listen up people, my name is Cheyanne and I am a 3 year old rottie mix. My mom wrote about me already, but I wanted you to get it straight from the dogs mouth. You see my humans love me and almost killed me. They did not mean to. They would never give me anything to hurt me. They just did not know that pork could kill a large dog. I always sit at the table and beg Dad for food, so 2 weeks ago Dad gave me some pork chop. Talk about sick. I was beginning to think that the grim reaper had me on speed dial. Dad took me to a vet who gave me some meds that just made me more sick.
For 4 days I lay between life and death. Mom cried alot and even Dad shead a tear (though he would never admit it.) Now I am better. I know alot of you prayed for me, and that helped so much.
So please before you give that table food to your fur baby think about me and how pork almost cost me my life. I went through hell and would not wish that on anyone. Be strong do not let that cute furry face get the better of you. The price is to high.
Thanks For all Your Prayers
Cheyanne