I was attacked by packs of dogs in the streets and have scars on my head and hind quarters to prove it. There I lived for about 2 years with my best fren who was a older dog, we did everything together and looked out for each other. I was visiting a restaurant frequently for food and one day the owner of the restaurant called a lady named Christine and told her I was being aggressive towards the p
atrons. (She recognized me because she said that she always saw me and my fren on the streets) Shortly after that, Christine rescued me. She went back on the streets to find my fren but she never saw him again. I lived at her Sanctuary, Paradise Tails for awhile and made some good friends there. All the while Christine was trying to find me a home. I had a lot of inquiries but most people wanted me to be a guard dog because of my pit bull genes but Christine would have no part of that, she thought that I deserved a home where I could just be a dog. I was happy to stay with Christine and go on adventures with her like the time we went to the beach. i had such a great time, there pictures were taken of me on the sand dunes and running around with my frens who accompanied me.
