First, there was the heinous Basenji.
Then there was Gonzo.
Then from the people at the CARES shelter in Wyoming, MN, came our very own Pablo:
Rescuing a mutt is never a wrong move.
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I completely agree! All our dogs and cats (7 total) are rescues and we adore and pamper them!
Posted by: Inge | 27 December 2008 at 06:38 PM
I don't know what the obsession over purebred pets does for people. I like my weird-looking mix myself - short crooked basset hound legs with crazy chocolate marled coloring and labrador head.
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Posted by: Carrie | 27 December 2008 at 10:37 PM