Shes on her last legs now I think. We got her back in 1997/ish from a rescue centre (Manchester Dogs Home). She was supposed to be 5 or 6, according to the vet. My dad didn't want her at first. Legend has it she was in a pen full of other dogs and she came up to greet my parents in the huge scramble. My dad said no to her and she apparently sulked away to the corner and sat down looking back. My mum started crying so they picked her It's so bad now. She's got Cushings disease, the brain tumour is being held back with £3 a day tablets ($6). But they make her claws go so fast they need cutting once a month else she can't walk properly. Her kidneys packed in so she's on a special diet. Has a heart murmor too. Ontop of that she's having a giant cist being removed off her back tomorrow. It's pretty big, but oddly squishy, like a stress ball even! She's cracking up a bit too. Starts barking for no reason, tried to walk into the house through the windows at the sides of the front door a few times. Anyways. She's a poodle/bedlington terrier cross. Truly a strange looking dog! Looks sorta like a labradoodle. Actually... my 13 year old sister made a movie of her once, she even wanted to use my iMac for editing ! http://satansam.co.uk/vids/muffy.mov I dunno. What am I saying? I'll be sad to see her go. She's seen me through secondary school, college and now university. She's such an important part of this house, my teenhood and even family.