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July 27th 2006 4:00 pm
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I was adopted from a rescue group when I was 8 months and I was beaten and
abused before that. My foster mom had adopted me out to a nice family but
they did not want to take the time to help me and could not stand the hair all over the house. My mom took me back and I knew she wasn't going to keep
me but I think she felt sorry for me and wanted to help. I would scream, howl and cry when she tried to get near me and I would even try to bite her
especially when she tried to put a collar on me. I would hide my head in a corner and scream. My mom kept trying. I would run away from her because I thought she was going to hit me but she never did. She would pet me and give me kisses when I let her. She had to change come to hear because she
knew to me come meant getting a beating. So now it is here and I am doing much better. I have been with my mom and dad for over a year now and I still have
a lot to learn but I am doing so much better. Don't ask dad though. I have
chewed two Persian rugs, a leg on an antique table and many shoes. I love to get the toilet paper and run it from the bathroom down the hall to the family
room. This is done at least twice a month. I have learned to open the bathroom door and whatever is not nailed down goes to the backyard.
I am also a big talker. I woo woo and howl a lot which sometimes get me into
trouble. I think mom has done a great job with me even though I am still very
much a handful. My big sister Willow an Alaskan Malamute gets tired of me
also and puts me in my place. Watch out Willow, I have filled out and have gotten bigger and weight around 70 lbs. now. I will be top dog one day
I think. I am very happy in my new forever home and thanks mom for
not giving up on me even though I need a lot more work.
Love and Puppy Paws,
Nicky
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