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Labrador Retriever/Breed Unknown

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Home:Austin, TX

Age: 16 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
"Pie, 'Piezie, 'Pieface

Quick Bio:

-mutt

Likes:
Food, going for a car ride

Pet-Peeves:
Having her paws handled

Favorite Toy:
A rawhide chew.

Favorite Food:
Pizza bones

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere

Best Tricks:
Catching a ball in midair.

Arrival Story:
I was computing one Saturday morning in February 1996 and heard the OOMMPAH-OOMMPAH of a band coming down the street. I went to the front porch and here comes the local high school marching band, parading down the street. It had never happened before and it’s never happened since. I called Marian out and we watched the procession. While we watched, a dark something streaked from our across-the-street neighbors’ yard and headed for the cover of a car parked on the curb. I figured it was our neighbor’s cat, freaked out about the tumult. The band came closer and the dark something came out from under the car. As it raced past us headed for the corner of our yard I said ‘That’s a DOG!’ We cornered the puppy behind the air conditioner compressor and I was able to scoop it into my arms (little did I suspect I was also scooping it into my heart). We saw that it was a female, just scared to death, and her ribs were protruding. We guessed that she had been on the street for several days. We took her inside and gave her some water which she inhaled. We gave her a little food and she did the same. The nails on her forepaws were painted red and she tried to nip at our hands when we attempted to handle them. To this day, she’s still shy about having her forepaws handled. Anyway, we put up signs: “Lost puppy. Black Lab mix. Call ###.####.” Then it was off to the vet for a checkup. She was wormed, pronounced about six weeks old, and underweight but otherwise healthy. On the way home Marian, being far more intelligent about animals (and people) than I, said that anyone who would let loose or allow to get loose such a weak puppy didn’t deserve to keep it. Knowing what was coming I said, “I thought we’d agreed about not having three dogs.” (We already had Kingsley, a German Shepherd – Marian’s dog, and Avis, an Austin Black Dog.) “I know, but look at her! She’s starving!” “Umm. Perhaps our neighbor was taking care of this pup and it accidentally got out.” So we march across the street, puppy in my arms, and knock on the door. The neighbor opens the door, sees what I’m holding, and says “UhUH! Don’t EVEN bring that puppy over here! It’s not mine! I’m not taking care of a puppy!” OK, trash that scenario. Recrossing the street, Marian reiterated her belief that “This dog couldn’t go back where she came from, and isn’t she cute and sweet? Kingsley likes her. She can’t handle being around kids. She needs us!” How could I, or any man, argue against such unassailable facts? Down came the signs and a third dog was in our household.

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November 20th 2004