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Sammie - A Boxer




"THIS BOY COMES WITH QUITE THE STORY, HE AND HIS PAL CHEECH ARE AMAZING DOGS. SAMMIE ENDED UP IN A HOME WHERE HE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO SEE THE OUTSIDE WORLD, HE IS AROUND 1 YEAR OLD AND LITERALLY WATCHED THE WORLD THROUGH ONE WINDOW THAT PEERED INTO THE NEIGHBORS DRIVE AND HOUSE. LUCKILY SOMEONE SAW THIS POOR DOG AND CONTACTED US TO CHECK ON HIM. POOR CHEECH WASNT SO LUCKY HE DID NOT HAVE A WINDOW. SAMMIE WAS RESCUED ALONG WITH CHEECH AND THEY ARE AMAZING DOGS. VERY FRIENDLY AND HAVE ADJUSTED SO WELL IT IS AMAZING. HIS KENNEL IS CLEAN IN THE MORNING AND HE IS SO SOCIAL AND LOVING, HE IS LOVING THE OUTDOORS BUT STILL LOVES TO COME IN FOR ALL THE LOVE YOU CAN GIVE HIM. HE KNOWS NO STRANGER AND IS A QUICK LEARNER. HE IS THE YOUNGER AND HAS SHOWED HOW WONDERFULLY RESILIANT THAT DOGS ARE. PLEASE COME AND MEET THIS BOY IF YOU CAN ADD HIM TO YOUR FAMILY HE NEEDS ANOTHER CHANCE HE IS CURRENTLY IN A KILL SHELTER AND WANTS A HOME."

It's been 15 months since I lost Missy and I have begun to entertain thoughts of finding another friend. I went over to Aledo last week and stopped at the shelter. All of the dogs were outside and as I pulled in they all barked except one. I sat there and stared at them not making a move, and they quieted. Then I opened the door and they all started barking again except one. Then I got out. Sammie never barked. Good dog, and they let me pet him and play a bit. If he was a she, I'd really consider it.
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