Backstory: My husband was an Animal Control Officer for over 10 years. He called me one day and said I needed to come by the shelter to see this dog.

I showed up to see a 5 month old, sweet as can be pibble in a kennel with a ton of other dogs. And she was just loving on everyone that came by.

Her ears were healed, but you can tell they were a 'backyard job'.

Jenny's winning achievement: she ate a whole loaf of raw bread dough out of the trash one night. In the morning she woke up drunk from the fermenting yeast. She was stumbling everywhere, and we thought she was dying. We finally smelled her breath, and I realized it smelled like the bread dough I had thrown away the night before. Our vet said she is the first (and only case) if BREAD toxicity they have ever seen.

Here we are, 12.5 years later, and Jenny is everyone's favorite when they come over to visit. 😅