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He tied her on a short leash to their babies crib, let her give birth there, kicked her, banged a spoon in her face while she tried to get away at the end of her leash, and fed her something that gave her an intestinal blockage. Then the wife decided that she wasn't toy-like enough; too much like a "real dog", and we were called in by a friend.
We decided to take her, and then, after her health was restored, place her in a good home. But she wormed her way into our hearts! She loved to play running-in-circle-games, tug-'o-war, chase-the-cat, and she slept under our covers.
Mitsy was our girl until her sudden and tragic death in October of 1998.
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