The first time I laid my eyes on JoJo, I fell in love.
She was a small brown bundle for the fit in the palm of my hand.
From her first squeaky yip, she stole my heart. I couldn’t wait for her to be old enough so I could take her home. JoJo not only stole my heart, but she took over my house. She made her presence known to everyone who walked through the door, and everything that walked through the door. Even though when she was full-grown, she was still half the size of the cat, the cat was afraid of her. I had to laugh whenever I saw the two of them together and how the cat would walk all the way to the other side of the kitchen just to stay away from JoJo. By the time JoJo was 10 years old, she was showing signs of aging. I noticed she was having a difficult time walking and I took her to the veterinarian. It didn’t take long for the veterinarian to determine that JoJo was suffering from dysplasia. He said there was no help for dysplasia, and eventually she would need to be put down. I asked him if there was anything we could do to help relieve the pain? He told me that they had marijuana products that I could purchase to help her out. Whoever heard of medical marijuana for a dog? Rather it was well known or not, I was going to purchase marijuana products to help with her pain. For the next year, JoJo seemed to improve with the help of the marijuana products but there was no denying that the dysplasia was ruining her quality of life.