[GH85Carrera]

As a kid we always had English Bulldogs and my parents raised them. When I was in my single years I did not get a dog because I was gone a lot, and I knew they were expensive for vet bills.

I came home one day and a doberman was sitting on my front porch. She looked really hungry, and I fed her some leftovers I had. Her favorite place on earth was my front porch for some reason. She adopted me. I named her Betty, and she was a really smart dog, and quick to learn. I think she was a bit of an alpha and that may be why she left her previous owners whoever they were. She was strong willed, but I did make it clear I was the alpha in the house and I was boss. Once she accepted that, she was very gentle and sweet. I let the neighbor kids come play with her in the back yard and she loved it.

Besides getting her spayed and regular shots the dog food and such she was 100% worth it. She had a growth pop up on her hind leg. I took her in and had that removed, and they asked if I wanted it biopsied to see if it was cancerous. The biopsy was expensive. I knew I could not afford to pay for chemo. So no biopsy. It did grew back after a few months. When she was in clear pain, I did the hardest thing ever. I still miss her.