The story of Prissy is a true rags to riches story. Prissy was born a breeder dog. She was made to have pups until finally retired at age 8...that's 56 in dog years! She lived in a dirty kennel with a whole bunch of other ShiTzus. Prissy had matted hair and was smelly at this point. But little did Prissy know, her luck was about to change. Prissy's breeder had told Melissa that she was retiring a bunch of ShiTzus and Melissa could pick one out if she wanted. Well, Melissa didn't really want a ShiTzu, but wanted to free at least one from the kennel. Melissa saw Prissy and decided she was the one. Later that evening Melissa called her mom, Debbie, and told her that she had a dog that needed a good home. After much "awwwing" and "poor puppying" Debbie told her to bring it over so she could see it. Debbie took one look...literally one look...at Prissy and said, "That's my dog now." The only problem was convincing Deb's husband John into letting him keep Priss. Melissa took Prissy home, cleaned her, brushed her, put her hair in a bow, and waited for John to come home. Well, needless to say John wasn't thrilled, but after a day he decided he would let Deb have a Prissy. From that moment on Prissy had a whole new life. She was doted on, pampered, given treats, groomed, and fed a variety of new and exciting foods. Whithin a couple months, Prissy didn't even remember life before John and Debbie's. She has traveled across the country, played on the beach, reluctantly accepted 2 new sisters and a brother dog, and has had a good life. Prissy had a fondness for cheeseburgers, pizza, cookies, ice cream....really just food in general. Sadly, in July of 2008, Prissy was diagnosed with cancer. Everyone who loved Prissy was devestated. But we take comfort in the fact that at least for a while Prissy was a princess.