May 5th 2009 1:41 am
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One day when we lived in upstate New York, Cinder, Sancho and I got a call from a friend's husband. He asked us if we wanted Freckles because he said he couldn't keep him any longer. When questioned he said Freckles had bit his hand. Upon further discussion he admitted if I didn't take Freckles he would be "put down." I picked Freckles up that day after work and a few weeks later we moved back to Nebraska to take care of our Mom/Grammie Pearl.

There were no bite marks on the guy's hand when I went to get Freckles. I also learned that the guy was yelling at Freckles & attempting to drag him out from under a piece of furniture. I would have bit him, too! Freckles is a good boy & he loves my mom & sleeps with her every night.

Freckles' person, Carol