My girl Xena. Sweet as a sugar beet. She was a track dog named Flash Forward. When we brought her home, she had never seen glass before and keep hitting her head on the windshield. Her ribs stuck out. The vet had to knock her out to clean all the tater off of her teeth. I hate that they race these dogs. I wish it was outlawed.  I had to get rid of her. She was about 14 and one morning she attacked Fiona and torn a hole in her side about an inch and a half long. I took her back to the rescue center. I really miss her.