After my lil one passed away, I started looking for a new baby. My friend told me he was going to LA for 5 days business and as I had not found a fluffy BOL in San Francisco he told me to look on the Shelter sites and if I saw one he would bring her back with him. So I searched and saw Layla sitting in a cage in the Carson Shelter, a friend pulled her and 24 hours later she arrived home. I called her Layla which means Night in Hebrew as she is black and arrived at night. The rest is history, she has gone from pound to princess.