My name is Boba!

Boba was just a puppy when my mother brought her home. She grew up with us but was ultimately neglected with the family that was suppose to take care of her. My mother no longer cared for her once Boba grew too big, and she found out the price tag of keeping a dog. She threw the responsibility to her children, who had no means of actually taking care of a dog without support from their parents. No one else in the family wants her, and none of us are available to actually train or care for her the way she needs.

Honestly, I don’t have much hope for Boba in finding a good family here. To be transparent, our financial troubles and schedule has left her untrained, lacking in social skills and lacking of medical records. All of which was through our incapability and overestimation that we’d be good owners for her.

But I’m going to try. She deserves the world. I hope she can find a better home someplace else, where she can be safe and happy.