Felicity
Felicity our Bulldog is a healthcare fiasco. We've spent more than we are willing to sum on her care. We adopted her last summer, when I was on a leave from work because the kids had been adopted. She came from a rescue organization, having had a sad history. Hot mess was a generous term....she had crate terror, uncovered after we hired-yes-wait for it- a dog behaviorist....Having spent her life in a puppy mill, crates were hell, even if they were found in my laundry room. After traveling all over the country with her on our vacation, learning that she does not even like the most classy of hotels, we admitted Felicity was ours, we were stupid, and she needed to chill. She's still here. And frankly, much to my own dismay and challenge, I love her. She's a medical nightmare. After many vet visits, we headed to NC State for a final diagnosis....she has a genetic disorder that causes cysts all over her body. While likely benign, there i...