Found these old pictures of Greta when she was first born. Hubby found her on a construction site and knew she'd have died if left over the long weekend. He brought her home and we had to feed her out of a bottle. She was so tiny that she peed on a cotton ball.
I'd be very afraid now to let her get that near anyone's face and certainly don't get too close at feeding time. We just throw big chunks of raw meat down and let her rip and growl her way thru them.
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