My First year is fuzzy, but my roommate tells me the story often. I am apparantly a Labradoodle around 2...After I was taken from my Mommy, I lived with some old guy down in Southern Illinois. I was kept outside, on a chain. I did not like it very much and I ran away. The old man and his daughter picked me up. I was kept outside a lot. They put a cable with one of those springy things around my neck and hooked it to the cable as a collar.It got cold and I hated it so... I ran back and forth and kept getting hung up on something. I kept working on it and one day snapped the cable and took off.I was found by a Humane Society, and they fed me. The remembered me from another time I was there. So they called the mean old man. No return call. Finaly spoke to his snotty daughter who said "We DONT WANT HIM Stop Calling" The shelter was appalled. This broke my heart and I got bummed...I made friends with one of the ladies there. She did not want me to "be destroyed" I did not like the sound of that. She was the same lady that gave me a haircut when I got there. That chain had grown into my fur and needed to be cut out. I still have a little tiny scar from where it was growing into my neck. This lady was so mad she called the authorities (what ever that means) and he was given a series of animal neglect and abuse charges.She called a place called "Fluffy Dog Rescue" cause she did not want me to get destroyed. I don't know what that is, but when I destroyed my Roomies shoes, and comforter, and sandles.. I never saw those things again so it cannot be good... Anyway she called these cool people at Fluffy Dog. I was placed in Foster Care, started putting on weight, and making friends. They put me on www.petfinder.com.. and that is how my Roomie found me.
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