I love my dogs. I could do anything for them. I treat them with all my love. Nelly, the lighter dog, is 4 years old. She is still very playful and active. She loves to spend the time with me. When I’m at home, we sleep always together and she likes our little routine. When she see I start to prepare to go to bed, washing teeth, washing fave, she goes sit on edge of bed and wait for me. She has doggie stairs next to the bed. While Im in bed, she comes to lie next to me and falls asleep. Sara is older dog, I guess around 13 years. We got her when I was still kid from lady which did not treat her well. We actually saved Sara’s life. I remember she was extremely thin and looked like beaten dog. It took her around 6 years before we could touch her without her being afraid we will hurt her, or without pee out of fear. I’m very happy Sara is self confidence dog now. Sometimes too much But I love to see her happy, jumping around or when she comes to ask to cuddle her belly. It’s big progress she did. Viky, the oldest dog, is not on the pictures. He is not between us anymore, he is in doggie heaven. He was 14,5 years old when both his kidneys stop working. He had nice life full of love, good and quality food, lot’s of walks and nice warm house. Every 3 months I go with my girls to hairdresser, so they have the best care Nelly even had dog cake for her birthday, but she was afraid of the candle and Sara wanted to eat it all, so that was last time