Getting to know how Snickers came with us:
My mom and dad walked into the pound. Looking at every pup, they came to one who was sitting in the back corner. Just... SITTING there. He walked up to the front of the cage, and licked their fingers. {The first lick} He brought a ball up to the front, and tried to push it through the bars. My mom and dad asked to bring him out into the small grass field to play with him. He didn't growl or even nip. {Getting acquainted} My family did the aggression test - messed with his muzzle and flews (lips), pulled on his ears, that kind of stuff. He showed no aggression what-so-ever. So mom brought my adopted sister (Who moved out and is somewhere in-between Oklahoma and the USA) to see if the Dog was bad twored kids. The two played chase and catch, and my family took home the thing most important in my life. Snickers. {Home sweet Bone}
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Back home:
They played with him, showing him where and where not to go - then, they welcomed THE DREADED DOGGY DOOR. One of my family would be on the outside, and another in the inside. That pup wouldn't BUDGE. {Doggy door doom} A good while later, he new the ins and outs of our home, and would go through the door. My mom and dad got him a 'indestructible' dog toy - ten minets later, mom went back with shredded toy pieces in the bag. {Thank god for resits}
-TNZ