"I found this dog in my yard. I've got three dogs and can't have another."
So, my tenderhearted dad said to leave him.
"$%#@!! Did you tell her we've got TEN dogs? Daddy, you've got to stop taking these dogs!"
Lordy I was mad.
And he wasn't the prettiest thing I've ever seen and he looked suspiciously like a pitt bull. There are fights that take place not far from our place, and I worry about strays that wind up with us, wondering where they came from and what they've been through.
Well, we named him Brownie (because he's brown) and now a year later he's the sweetest, most affectionate dog of the lot.
I can't go outside without Brownie dashing around the corner of the porch and jumping into my lap for snuggles and love. And I have to find him a loving home where he'll be happy. We've sold my dad's house and I'm moving into a small cottage in town.
This dog is guaranteed to bring you joy. Anyone? Please? If you're interested, please email me at epritchartt@yahoo.com. He's neutered and has had his shots, but is probably due for more.
Thank you.
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