We discovered Feya at a rescue in California on Valentines Day. She was more that thirty-five pounds underweight. She had been a glorious show dog for most of her young life, and then was sold into a puppy mill operation. We will never know how many litters she endured, but by the time we found her, the spark in her eye was very dim. Today he is nothing short of a ham and a clown. She is full of weight with beautiful hair- and she lives the life of a diva; well-deserved, I might add.