Dad says I look like a bottle brush with legs. I resemble that remark.
My story? Well, it ended well, but it was a rather rocky beginning. I was taken to the shelter as a puppy, and adopted by someone who took me back to the shelter. I don't know why, because I was only a puppy. Another lady took me from the shelter but couldn't keep me, so she gave me to another lady. This lady had a large min pin who kept trying to fight with me, so she advertised me "free to a good home".
Mom and dad came to get me, and I know they will keep me. I've been here almost two years, and they know all my tricks, and they still love me. I love them, too.
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