People think I am part ACD, but no one is sure because I was adopted. Since we don’t know my real birthday, we all decided that I was born around April 7, 1994. I escaped the needle twice before being rescued by the Shiloh Project (www.shilohproject.org). Call me lucky, but the greatest stroke of luck came around Christmas 1995 when I was adopted by my permanent family in Fairfax, Virginia. I share my space with Willow the cat, who is not as impressed with me as my humans are. I love long, off the leash walks in the woods.
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