PJ James 1

PJ came to me at six months old when he had eaten 12 feet of Christmas ribbon and needed emergency surgery. His previous owner was going to euthanize him because he couldn't afford the cost of surgery. I decided to have him surrendered to me and took him for life-saving measures. He is now three years old and has saved me more times than I can count. He is my soul, dog and my very best friend. He loves his little sister Mary Jane. Hope, my paraplegic Sphynx kitten. They have the most incredible bond that I am so lucky to get to see every day. Truly, don't know what I would do without him.