On May 10, 2008, I was going out to dinner with my family and saw a dog on the side of a busy road. On the way home, she was still there. I called my friend, who's also a huge animal lover, and together we caught her and took her home. She was severely underweight, malnourished, and had a very bad case of mange. I took her to a no-kill shelter, but they wouldn't take her because she was a pit bull mix. The next day, I took her to the vet clinic I work at, and she was put on many medications, as well as a medicated bath I gave her twice a week. After long months of recovery, and three surgeries later, she was a totally different dog. Her fur grew back slowly, and she gained twenty pounds. By that time, my mom and I had grown so attached to her that she became a permanent part of our family. Baby gets along well with our cats, and she and our dachshund are good buddies. She loves going for car rides, as well as walks in the park, and she is one of the sweetest and most grateful dogs in the world. We're very happy to have her in our lives, and couldn't ask for a better companion.