December 17th, My mother was busy decorating for Christmas. She was getting dressed, and suddenly passed out in her bedroom. My dog Vinny saw her, and yelped, and cried like somebody was hurting him. He was trying to get my dads attention, as he was on his way out the door to work. Without Prince Vinny, my mom probably wouldn't of been found until someone went upstairs. Who knew how long that could've been? I'm thankful for my Prince, and his Christmas present to us. My mom is now doing better, and recovering. Such a blessing.
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