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| My name is Bailey, and this is the predicament in which I found myself in August of 2005. My owner didn`t want me any more, and left me here. He didn`t even tell the animal control officers my name, and he took my collar as well. I wondered what I had done wrong, and when he would come back for me. | ||
| So I waited. Every day, looking out the wire, hoping to see someone I knew. Then I just started hoping that someone would come and get me. | ||
| Because of Small Paws Rescue, someone DID find me. She brought her own collar, put me in her Jeep, and I licked her face a whole bunch of times. “You`re my foster dog,” she said. She said it several more times on the way home. Foster dog sounded OK with me. | ||
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