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Way back in late 1995, I was left at the Omaha, NE Humane Society. My
owners said that they were moving, and couldn't take me to their new home.
The truth was that as I grew I became more rambunctious and fun-loving
(okay, really hyper), and they didn't want me anymore. I was 9 months old.
Luckily, a really nice vet technician fell in love with me and took me home! I had a nice backyard and a fun new pal to play with. His name was Reilly. But Reilly didn't like the fact that I stole all of his toys, ate all of his food, and drank all of his water! So, the nice lady asked her sister to take care of me. I arrived in Colorado in March, 1996 and have been happily running my own household ever since. Cousin Reilly and I occasionally play together at my grandparents house. But then he goes to his house, and I go to mine. He's fun to visit, but I don't really want to live with another dog. Too much work! Think Dalmatians are cute? Think that you want one? Then read a description of my breed and make an INFORMED decision. I don't want other doggies to have to live through abuse and abandonment like I did (all before I was one year old). |
Updated March 6, 2002