I’m a Havanese which means my ancestors came from Cuba, but they tell me I came from a puppy mill in Ohio.  Instead of living on a Caribbean island, I was kept for years in a tiny cage the size of a rabbit hutch having litters of puppies every time I came into heat.  No beaches or cafes for me….I didn’t feel so good then because I have some digestive problems that no one there bothered to figure out or treat.  I ate whatever cheap food all the dogs in the puppy mill were given.  I was underweight and malnourished because very little was getting absorbed by my body and I had diarrhea all the time. I also have something called a cataract in my right eye that makes things on that side look gray and foggy.  I didn’t mind too much, because there was nothing pretty to look at in that awful place anyway. So this was my life, day in, day out for years until I was rescued in December of 2014.  It was the best Christmas present ever!