When the Bowser dog (the German Shepherd pup) disappeared, we found a little white version of this in his place. She was already old and died and then we got a black version. I can't remember if they both had the same name. Probably not. I was a lot closer to this one, but then I moved out and got married and got divorced and my Mom remarried and moved into the guy's house. I went out a few times and found her in a pen out back. Don't know if she was allowed in the house or not. Didn't want to know. Didn't ask. I did make a point to go pet her. Later, I think when I was in New Orleans, my Mom told me over the phone that she died or was put down. She had survived my first Step-father. She was a good dog.
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