Rue, also known as Rue Bear, came to me as a foster. She had been attacked by another dog at only eight weeks old and four pounds. After nursing her back to health for nearly a month, I came to realize that I had fallen in love with her. I had to adopt her! I guess you can say I am a foster failure. She is now thirteen weeks and nine pounds heavier and oh so spoiled. She's smart, playful, sweet, and just a little bit crazy. She's perfect.