My mom was blaming herself still of Pattie's death and then few weeks later and she was starting to look in the paper for pets to be adopted (I thought it was a good sign) and I told her about Humane Society going to be at the Dairy Queen. We went there and two weeks ago and we rescued a wiredhaired dachshund. She's a sweetheart little girl. She was on sale for 75 bucks. She did smelt bad and has bad breath (We think that's the reason no one would adopt her).
The meeting of Gracie (I did picked the name)
My dad was trying to spoil her with ice cream cone.
Mom spiked her hair.
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